Shel Hu
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Post by Shel Hu on Dec 12, 2019 10:00:14 GMT -8
Shel was surprised as she felt the energy pass to her. It was invigorating and she felt her strength beginning to return. She didn't make to leave just yet though, as Harnan had asked her not to, and for now anyway, she felt safe. So she sat in his arms a while longer at least.
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 12, 2019 18:47:33 GMT -8
Harnan had expected Shel to get up and leave almost as soon as she had enough strength back to do so. But instead, she just sat there wrapped in his arms. As he started to feel the transfer wear on him, he slowly cut off the transfer of energy. Confident she would have more than enough strength now to make it through what was to come next. Harnan had picked up the technique years ago and had used it plenty of times to essentially feed another his power to another. Strengthening them before or after a fight.
His eyes closed then, as he turned his head to the side. His lips gently pressing against her neck as he sat listening to the beat of her heart. He felt content for a moment. Like everything in the world was at peace for the first time in a long time. She radiated a warmth he lacked, and keeping her close allowed him to share in it for that much longer.
A feeling that he knew could not last forever. Especially given she had a fleet to look out for. One which was rapidly approaching, if not here already. He gently tightened his grip for a moment, before loosening it once more. He lifted his head up from her shoulder to look toward her face. He knew he needed to be careful, but there was something about her that drew him in I should... Let you get back... His hand slipped down to rest atop one of hers then. Trying to maintain some last moment, lingering contact with her
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Shel Hu
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Post by Shel Hu on Dec 16, 2019 19:47:22 GMT -8
=Shel= Yes... Of course...
She stood up and straightened out her tunic. Crossing to the door, Shel paused for a moment and looked back. Her Force Sight had returned and she could tell that Harnan, seemed to cool as she left. Blushing a moment, she gave a soft smile.
=Shel= Thank you, Knight Harnan. I will hopefully be able less fragile next time.
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 16, 2019 22:46:42 GMT -8
As she moved from his lap, Harnan moved himself to the edge of the bed. He remained seated a moment, mustering some of his strength back as he placed his gauntlets back on. His attention pulled briefly over to Shel as she looked back at him. Her red cheeks and the smile she gave him was more than enough reward for him. He pushed off the bed and collected his helmet from the desk Seeing you smile is thanks enough... He slid his helmet down upon his head as he stepped up behind her at the door. He braced himself against the frame and activated the controls, causing the door to slide open before he motioned her onward Ladies first...
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Shel Hu
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Post by Shel Hu on Dec 23, 2019 10:16:22 GMT -8
=Shel= Fleet Admiral...
She smiled back up at him as she teased him for using the wrong title to address her. But then she turned and made her way through the hallways of the ship. Soldiers stopped and saluted Shel as she passed and found her way to the bridge. Their she coordinated with the rest of her fleet that had arrived. The artificial gravity was adjusted fleet wide. Now came the waiting game. Awaiting new orders or any word of threats arriving in system.
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Harnan Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 5, 2020 12:44:42 GMT -8
Harnan let out a chuckle at Shel's correction. While he had not meant the use of Lady in that fashion, he simply gave a short bow My apologies Fleet Admiral... He followed after her, remaining a silent presence as they arrived to the bridge a few moments later. He listened as Shel co-ordinated with the rest of her fleet that had since arrived to Adumar and the agreed to go through with the earlier proposed plan. The adjusted gravity managing to work in Harnan's favor to relieve some of the fatigue he felt. While he did not need to be here, He wanted to keep an eye on Shel for a little while, especially given what happened during their training session. He kept out of the way as they waited
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Jenia Kasalle
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Jan 25, 2020 4:52:10 GMT -8
With the appointment of Grand Admiral Jenia Kasalle as Grand Moff of several systems, the taskforce under Commodore Paxter Thorne aboard the Victory-II class Star Destroyer Specter would guard the planetary orbit, maintaining the safety of it and the surrounding systems with the help of 2 Vindicator-class cruisers and 1 Maxima A class heavy cruiser. In order to maintain the safety of the system within following months, TIE Signals would be send out on various patrol flights in order to scan the surrounding areas for pirates and rebell movements, always capable to act as a bonfire for the local fleet. A common sight over Adumar's cities would be the patrol flights of watchful TIE Harbinger squadrons, while the training of Riot controll stormtroopers would be reinforced at the local base under General Manfred Asmus command. Having made known her presence within a public speech prior before, the Grand Moff eventually left the system in order to oversee one of her more ambitious projects within the sectors under her command, leaving behind a strong garrison.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Aug 5, 2020 5:46:58 GMT -8
The Hopper, a YT-2400 freighter, dropped from hyperspace into the open space over Adumar. Chaser, the pilot, immediately began calculations for a second jump to hyperspace. Yung, the only other crew on board, sat manning one of the quad laser cannons and looking fearfully into space to see if any imperials pursued them.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 5, 2020 7:24:41 GMT -8
Given that most of the Imperial forces had activated the gravity well just seconds before the Hopper escaped, there was at first silence within hyperspace, as even the First Order's dozen TIE wings around Ilum weren't able to leave the field as long as it was intact. When they hopped into the next system, it seemed like the chase was over. Yet, after a few minutes Chaser spotted immidiately the familiar H-shape of an eyeball following their ship from the distance. A First Order TIE! And to make things even worse, most likely a TIE Signal!
As if things couldn't get any worse, the ammount of TIE fighters slowly began to increase as the crew of the Hopper could see singular TIE fighters jumping from various positions into the system. Another jump was done to get into the range of the Adumar system, solely to be confronted once more with a pair of TIEs in the distance, approaching the target immidiately. The scout TIEs of the First Order gathered up from the defence perimeter to not solely contact vessels in nearby vessels about the foreign intruder, but to pursue them. Remain in close range for keeping track with their position.
And suddenly, as if it was to be expected a Vindicator-class heavy cruiser jumped out of hyperspace. The Wisp has arrived to corner the fleeing smuggler ship, unloading its hangar with roughly 48 TIE fighters of both the /fo and the /sf configuration. The hunt has entered the next stage!
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As Captain Harris Wendel of the Wisp has been contacted by one of the 24 TIE Signal patrols within the Borderlands sector that an unidentified vessel has been spotted near his patrolling sector, the half-bald officer knew immidiately that it was probably linked to a prior report, given earlier from Ilum that the main base is currently dealing with smuggler ships, who have apparently left the surface. This was once more a chance to proof himself towards the Grand Admiral, given that she had probably not forgotten the time, when he was lectured by her as a Rear Admiral, when an enemy pirate ship escaped from Rendili. Back then the Captain saw pirate hunts and catching smugglers more as a routine job, given that he had worked mostly with his ship as an escort to First Order-alligned trade ships. Given the chase at Rendili though and the Grand Admiral's failure to keep up with an opponent, that had more knowledge about the weaknesses of a Vindicator-class Star Destroyer than one would assume for a regular pirate, Wendel had learnt though his vessel, having served in the Banshee fleet faithfully for quite some time now.
Thus, as the Wisp entered the stage in order to intercept the ship, identified as a YT2400 class freighter, he made sure that mistakes wouldn't be repeated this time. Given the speed of the TIE fighters and the firepower of twenty Ion cannons, the Wisp had good chances to disable their opponent right here and now. However, this time he would be more patient having instructed the TIE wing leaders to be careful.
A brief look on a message display howed him that the Willow and Commodore Paxter Thorne's Victory II-class Star Destroyer, the Spectre, were also on the way to intercept, intending to catch up at another system the freighter is most likely to pass, if they wanted to escape the sector. Regular smugglers would probably not deserve so much attention at once, yet all Imperials within the Borderlands sector knew that there was only one thing existed on Ilum, that could be smuggled. Crystals, dangerous enough to serve as weapons for not only Jedi, but terrorists in general. What was so far safe in imperial hands could not be permitted to leave the Imperial sector that easily. "Here speaks Captain Harris Wendel of the Vindicator-class cruiser Wisp", he informed the smugglership via intercom, assuming already that they won't give up that easily, "Surrender now and face Imperial justice or we can't ensure your safety, no matter your cargo. You have 30 seconds to comply and to lower your engines and shields." Although a Vindicator-class cruiser was less threatening than an Imperial Star Destroyer, Wendel knew that his ship could easily keep up with the freighter's hyperdrive if he had to chase it down.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Aug 5, 2020 8:31:43 GMT -8
As Chaser worked, he thought back to Ilum. The Hopper was lucky. The imperials deployed grav wells in orbit over Ilum as the Hopper jumped to light speed. The FO's sudden grav well altered his jump and the Hopper dropped back into realspace in the Ilum system. It was the same as if he had made an intentional micro-hyperspace jump. That first jump put him beyond the range of the imperials and the gravitational shadow of their gravity wells and allowed him enough time to plot his second hyperspace jump to Adumar.
Now over Adumar and the imperials already caught up with him. It didn't help that there seemed to already be an FO fleet over Adumar. He maneuvered on a trajectory to Namadii. He was making a break for the Namadii corridor.
The Hopper reoriented itself and again jumped into hyperspace.
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Jenia Kasalle
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 5, 2020 14:59:46 GMT -8
Firing a few salves of their ion cannons, the Wisp would eventually aim for the Hopper in order to lower down its shields. It was hard to spot whether the salves hit their main target or not, as the freighter was already jumping to hyperspace once more. With most of the pursueing TIE fighters following, Captain Wendel gave orders to prepare a jump as well. Given his expierience, the Captain was calm, when it came to the situation, knowing that he could count on Commodore Thorne's aid and potentially on alerted fleets in neighbouring systems. With the Vindicator-class cruiser Willow returning back from it's patrol towards the Adumar sector, Wendel knew that the absence of major Imperial vessels within the planet's orbit would only be a matter of a few minutes, leaving duty solely to the present Golan Defense plattforms.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Sept 9, 2020 6:22:52 GMT -8
With Commodore Thorne leaving the Adumar sector briefly, the Maxima-A-class carrier Tenebra alongside two Vindicator-class cruisers maintains controll over the orbit to ensure the safety of the Imperial world. The world remains stable under Moff Tonia Marei's gouvernment, as the First Order can maintain it's promises of honoring the Adumari traditions while paying fair prizes towards the local weapon producers, as deals with the Kasalle Company on behalf of Jenia's father, Baron Cassio Kasalle, were struck to ensure the prosperity of the Adumar sector along the imperial trade lanes.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Dec 5, 2021 5:35:17 GMT -8
Orbital controll remains stable over Adumar with several transport shuttles ensuring the return of the Novatrooper Squadrons aboard the Victory-II class Star Destroyer Banshee. Commodore Naya Thax oversaw the situation after further talks with Moff Marei were conducted, before the fleet accompanying the vessel would make preparations to leave the system, course set on Muunilinst. General Ares was able to proof himself as the main leader of the operation, while the leader of the Snake's conspiracy against the Adumari noble families was tracked down and executed by a team of First Order Raiders, ending thus the turmoils of a potential war over insulted honor among the Adumari houses.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Jul 31, 2022 5:33:17 GMT -8
Reaching the outer atmosphere of Adumar, several assault ships of the Acclamator-Class take their leave from Adumar under the guard of two flanking Victory II-class Star Destroyers and the leading Conservator-class Star Destroyer. With their destination unknown, the ships eventually jump to hyper space.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Dec 6, 2022 1:06:24 GMT -8
Maintaining their stance within the orbit of Adumar, a lone Vindicator-class cruiser patrolled the system. Keeping track of the ships that were entering and leaving the system, a small squad of TIE Signals was supporting the routines, gathering data, while asking ships regarding their codes and intentions. Supported by the two Golan plattforms in orbit, there was thus far no further significant threat towards the system to record, as the region continiued to prosper uneventful.
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Aug 12, 2023 6:54:41 GMT -8
Gravitational ripples on the skein of reality preceded the arrival of a coral craft, slipping loose of the swirling blue banded embrace of darkspace, rapidly reverting to sublight speeds as it entered the system. Like a streaking comet it curved towards the bright blue and green orb of Adumar, kicking off a coating of cosmic dust as it slowed to stop in high orbit, dropping anchor at the edge of the planet's naturally formed gravity well. Inside the cockpit of the yorik-vec, a flood of tactical data filtered into the HUD display of the tall-yor the Intendant was currently wearing, symbiotically linking his mind with the Bleeding Orifice. One mqaaq'it flitted through an endless series of intelligence reports, while the other kept its attention focused on the readouts from the sensor-beast. A wet squelch sounded as the bone clips hooked through the corpse-pallor skin of the Executor's shoulders detached and retracted into the ceiling. Black beads of oily blood quickly clotted where the cognition hood had pricked his flesh, scabbing into fresh scar tissue. A rattling crack sounded as the Yuuzhan Vong gave his neck a sharp twist, releasing some of the stiffness he had accrued on the journey from Anobis.
Rising from the puckered thorns of his seat, the Intendant stroked the bio-circuits of the bridge console and awoke the villip beacon that would signal Traa’iin Kwaad when the Master Shaper arrived. He then headed to the rear compartment, where his chazrach manservant Scab was busying itself performing last minute maintenance on the Executor's gear. The hobbled reptilian was currently polishing one of Nem's signature coufee blades with a square cloth of robeskin and a vial of venogel. It looked up as the First Prefect entered the rear cabin.
"As you were, Scab." Hissed Nem's distorted voice through the starfish shaped gnullith rebreather he wore over the lower half of his face. He walked past the working alien and seated himself in a cozy looking coral alcove with an organic qahsa computer shaped into it. The Intendant's ocular implants practically paced in their sockets as he analyzed what little information he had on the colony.
One of the last reports received, before the Praetorite's collapse when things went dark, had informed the Executor that a member of his own domain had taken over as Prefect of the Ahch-To colony. Hopefully the bonds of domain were still strong, otherwise he wasn't certain what sort of reception to expect.
Scab limped over a few minutes later and placed a tray of food and a lit brazier on the coral surface of the alcove where the Intendant studied. It didn't take long for the Executor to reach for one of the snapping rodents on the platter as the first few wisps of coiling narcotic smoke from the burning sacred herb teased his nose stub. The small rodent nipped at his fingers as he wrapped a hand around it and snapped its tiny neck, raising it to his face. One hand painfully ripped his gnullith free just long enough to tear a mouthful of bloody rat, which he chewed with gusto, before slipping the biot back into place over his mouth. Vermin blood spilled out onto the tray, steaming as it cooled beneath the lambent light of rear cabin.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Aug 14, 2023 10:08:02 GMT -8
A yorik-vec and four slayer ships were vomited from the depths of darkspace, dropping back to the reality from which they came.
The pilot on the yorik-vec picked up the villip beacon and began moving towards the Bleeding Orifice. The ships grew close and and the yorik-vec initiated a docking procedure with its worm-like docking appendage, sealing against its like member. Taa'iin waited with his assistants and a small guard squad to for permission to board.
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Aug 16, 2023 10:47:21 GMT -8
Like two mating beasts, the oqa membrane of both yorik-vec meshed together to form an air-tight cofferdam between the two coral craft, connecting them in space above the somewhat feudalistic world below. Nem's invitation to the Master Shaper and his retinue came in the form of dilating hatch-sphincter retracting into the walls to reveal the Intendant standing there. His corpse-pallor complexion might as well have been hewn from rigid grey stone, such was the cold bearing with which he held himself, standing with exposed vein strewn arms crossed over an otherwise naked chest. From his feet to his waist he wore a form fitting layer of symbiotically adhered second skin, as ocean blue as the waters of the world they were traveling to. A sleeveless robeskin long-coat hung from his shoulders down to his ankles, where it ended in inwards curling bone hooks that rattled as he walked and caught on the back of his legs, tearing painfully at the cloaker covering. Over his mouth was the starfish shaped gnullith he made a habit of wearing, often even when in private, hissing steam through puckered gills, further obscuring the dispassionate mqaaq'it leering at Traa'iin from behind the shadows cast by the hood pulled firmly over his bald scalp ridges.
"Master Shaper." Hissed Nem's gnullith distorted voice. "An honour." Despite some recent trouble with a heretic member of Traa'iin's caste, the Intendant had a deep respect for the caste as a whole. In the wrong hands their biotechnology could be used to terrible affect, but could just as easily be utilized for just cause or the common good. Evil, true evil, lay in the intent. Near-imperceptible eye-flickers followed as the Intendant first sized up the Master Shaper, then those he had brought with him, old habits making it impossible for him to relax without some form of chemical assistance.
Scab's scraping of crooked claws on the living deck brought an end to the slight tension in the air, causing the Intendant to turn purposefully, exposing the coral sheath on his hip that held his coufee blade. His neck cracked as he jerked his head, motioning for the other Vong to follow him further inside, where the Intendant's chazrach manservant had awakened a three-dimensional blaze-bug projection of Temple Island on Ahch-To, including a representation of the surrounding waters in which a damutek appeared to be located, a few hundred feet from shore. "Come aboard and I'll share with you a lay of the land, as the infidels like to say."
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Aug 16, 2023 12:11:31 GMT -8
“An honor for me as well Prefect.”
Traa’iin was dressed simply, he wasnt here to make impressions, such things were left to those who needed to beguile. His garments seemed to be made of thousands of small tentacles that reached out and waved at random, sampling the chemical compositions of the air, tasting the biological and mechanically made leftovers should there be any. Those outside of the Vong circles would often find self moving garments disturbing, but that was their culture.
The Master Shaper’s head tendrils shifted as he stepped through the membrane and laid his eyes on the blaze bug display of an island and damutek. It appeared green, if steep. Clearly inhospitable to most forms of agriculture.
“Ahh...quite a bit of water. Looks to be more of a standing of land than the laying of it. The people of this galaxy seem to have some strange sayings, or perhaps I just do not understand the subtleness of the phrase. I can see what you mean about agriculture being a challenge at this place.”
The four adepts and two warriors had also followed, the adepts standing where they could see the blaze bug display as they mentally started taking notes of topography and plant growth patterns that they could discern at the high altitude level, mentally mapping where samples would be taken and the likely undersea topography. One noted that they would likely be spending a lot of time in ooglith cloakers if their sampling beasts didn’t want to cooperate in the clean waters.
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Aug 17, 2023 7:50:24 GMT -8
Reaching the projection, Nem rested rough hands on the yorik-coral edge of the display biot and leaned forwards, his harsh alien features illuminated by the blaze-bugs rendering of light. He fiddled with bio-circuits along the side of the organically produced hologram and magnified the view of the island. Raising his right arm, he closed his fist and indicated with an extended finger the base of the island."At the time of our last known contact with the Ahch-To colony, the Yuuzhan Vong had recently moved from the damutek just off the coast of the island, onto the island itself. You can see here along the bottom that several grashal structures had been set up to house the settlers. Before everything fell apart the Praetorite Council made my domain mate, Kar Yin, prefect over the settlement." Hidden behind his gnullith, the Intendant's lips twisted into a knowing sneer. "From what I recall he was pretty characteristic of our domain, brooding and bitter. He'll be distrustful of us and of our intent; don't be surprised if we're greeted with coufees at our throat." He shrugged. "It's how we are, but Kar's no fool. He can be reasoned with, especially if we have something to offer."Adjusting the projection, he zoomed out, then brought up a second display which included a depiction of the female Lanai Caretakers and male Visitors. "At last check the colony had made significant headway at integration with the indigenous population, a sentient wingless race of avian aliens known as the Lanai. The species divides their culture between male and females. The females, known as Caretakers, are responsible for maintaining their settlements across the various islands of Ahch-To. The males, known as Visitors, spend their time at sea as hunter-gatherers, typically only coming in to shore once a month to deliver their catch. They are peaceful, if a bit under-evolved. There is a small population of the caretakers living on the top portion of the island, whereas most of our people have settled closer to the bottom." Peaceful, but derpy. He cast a side eye at Scab. Actually, that was probably why he liked them and had insisted that Kar make a genuine effort at cohabitation. The Lanai reminded Nem of the chazrachs, not the mindless monsters the Yuuzhan Vong had turned them into, but the sweet if somewhat stupid creatures they had been before.He zoomed the projection out again, this time focusing on the submerged damutek off the coast. "There is a root system connecting the damutek to the island that desalinates and provides fresh water. It can also be utilized for travel between the two, though the damutek itself is only a few hundred feet beneath the surface, easily accessible by most of our dovin basal propelled craft." He rasped a throaty chortle. "I don't recommend swimming the length in just a cloaker. I was nearly eaten by one of the native Pallaskeans last time I tried."He held his hands as wide apart as his arms would allow. "A sea serpent." He explained. "Lots of teeth, incredibly foul tempered."
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