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Post by Admiral-Laureate Tennyson on Jun 29, 2018 13:24:12 GMT -8
The Nune-class shuttle departed from Noble with speed and headed to the frozen surface of the planet.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jul 9, 2018 16:25:52 GMT -8
==Private Visit RP==
<<107 PP, F8 Sector, Csilla>>
Much like the GR75 hull that visited a few weeks earlier, this one was marked up in the standard paint job of the Imperium. While it lacked any features that would draw it out in particular, this one was carrying a very special module. Externally, it was identical to the standard passenger module. Internally was an entire different story. It was kitted out with extremely powerful shields as well as hidden weapons that could be run out into a forward firing position if needed. Those of course were just secondary additions though. The remaining space that wasn't devoted to the weapons & shields was a very finely fitted passenger quarters for a small group. This particular module was the private vessel for Aya D'Ordinii. Who happened to be the newest Mand'alor. With the sheer number of GR75 hulls running around, it made the ideal cover for slipping around effectively invisibly. Even if someone managed to tag the hull, the module itself could be handed off to a fresh hull within minutes.
Of course, this visit wasn't completely unplanned. Aya had made sure a private word had reached Vlusu in order to expedite a quiet arrival.
-GR75
Passenger liner 32001 requesting clearance for landing.
As they were long standing allies, though it had been some time since it had been officially renewed, it was not a very uncommon sight for the GR75 hulls to be seen over Csilla, either carrying cargo or passengers. Of course, it helped that the Imperium made an effort to run cargo & passenger services galaxy wide. It was both an excellent source of revenue & great PR.
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Post by Grand Admiral Zuhel on Jul 9, 2018 17:46:22 GMT -8
As always, when one of these GR75s arrived in Csilla’s orbit, two Clawcraft were dispatched to escort it in to Csaplar. This was because these ships were a common sight, and the various commanders were at ease relaxing the usual protocol of dispatching an entire squad to escort them in. The two small ships took up positions alongside the left and right of the GR75, and began guiding it toward Csaplar.
Passenger lined 32001, you are cleared to land in Csaplar.
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Post by Tasot on Jul 14, 2018 12:33:13 GMT -8
The corvette, cloaked in an attempt to stay off sensors, flew past the blockade before jumping into hyperspace.
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Post by Admiral-Laureate Tennyson on Jul 31, 2018 13:31:06 GMT -8
As the Nune-Class Shuttle docked with Noble, the Light Brigade soon turned all bows toward Illum and as soon as the promised Marines were on board, the fleet made the jump to hyperspace.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 15:47:04 GMT -8
==Homecoming RP==
<<107 PP, F8 Sector, Csilla>>
Buato was more than a little nervous about this. The last time he had been on this world, he hadn't even known how to walk yet. Now he was coming back to a place that he hope would feel more like home than the world of Lehon. A world with very many mandos & very few chiss. His father had been the last thing keeping him in that place. With his death, it had released a burden he didn't even realize he was carrying. As soon as the proper rites had been observed, he had booked passage on the first transport heading to Csilla.
The Gr75, or whatever the Imperium was calling it now a days, didn't have windows in most of the areas for obvious reasons. However, the small saloon on the top deck did have a nice string of view ports looking out into space. From his position there, the world they were heading toward was little more than a pale blue dot, barely the size of an end break in a sentence. It would not be much longer now. The cold would likely take a little getting used to after all those years in tropic heat, but he had stocked up on warmed clothes. hopefully, he would adapt to it quickly.
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Post by Tasot on Aug 29, 2018 19:03:29 GMT -8
A small number of Clawcraft moved to guide the ship in from orbit. The captain of orbital control contacted the transport.
"Shuttle SC-75 you are cleared for landing at bay two."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2018 6:31:29 GMT -8
==Homecoming RP==
<<107 PP, F8 Sector, Csilla>>
Buato was one of about three dozen that got off at this stop. His lugage was already waiting for him, but a quick check ensured that it was all here. The rest of his belongings would be coming on a larger cargo shuttle, it wasn't much but the Imperium liked to use their standard sized crates for pretty much everything it could. After watching the shuttle depart, he wasn't exactly sure what he should do next.
His stoumache reminded him that he hadn't eaten in a while, so the first thing to do would be to get something quick to eat. He would also need to keep his eyes open for signs either to a food court or to so form of immigration office. Hopefully, he would spot food first, but either way would work.
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Post by Tasot on Mar 1, 2019 20:51:58 GMT -8
Aboard the station, the cold, mechanical efficiency the Chiss were known for was demonstrated in full effect. Groups embarked and disembarked in organized lines, lines moved quickly and usually without much hassle, and shuttles departed and arrived only seconds off the timetable, if at all. The line from off the shuttle was divided in half; those who were already citizens could go one way, whereas those who were not or had a visa directed towards a silvery, bulbous structure that protruded from the far wall of the station. At the door, two Chiss soldiers stood guard, alongside several battle droids. Two mundane security officers completed the group. They scanned all incoming visitors for any undeclared, unsecured weapons or explosives before letting them into the immigration office.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2019 14:16:41 GMT -8
==Homecoming RP==
<<108 PP, F8 Sector, Csilla>>
Buato was glad to spot the immigration line relatively quickly. He doubted there would be food inside, but he could wait a bit longer. He gave a habitual rub to the mechanical implants around his eye. He didn't even notice he did it. The line moved quickly enough. It was much like still being in the Imperium, though with less visual individuality. He didn't have any weapons or bombs, though he did have a rather large case full of medical surgical equipment. Once past that, he looked around to see if there was any paperwork that needed to be done. He was probably technically a citizen, as he had been born on the planet, but it was far enough back that he wasn't sure of any information that might be required.
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Post by Admiral-Laureate Tennyson on Dec 16, 2019 19:59:30 GMT -8
The time had come. Tennyson rallied her fleet to her. It would soon be time to move against the last pockets of Empire of the Hand resistance. She simply waited for her General to arrive and they would strike out. Aboard Bastion, Tennyson and Rothchild over looked their fleets final preparations.
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Post by Nytherias Nuruodo [RETIRED] on Dec 16, 2019 22:54:45 GMT -8
Vice Admiral Ilerian had conducted the preparations in as much secrecy as was possible when preparing a fleet above the Chiss home world. But when the time came, the ships came together in orbit not far from where Admiral-Laureate Tennyson's own forces were located. Nytherias strode aboard the bridge of The Salvation and came to a stop at the central command console. With a slight nod of his head, the comms officer opened a line over to the Bastion. Causing a holo image of the General to appear before Tennyson
Admiral-Laureate, my forces are ready to go. Just give the word...
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Post by Admiral-Laureate Tennyson on Dec 23, 2019 8:50:25 GMT -8
Tennyson smirked as the message came through from General Nytherias.
=Tennyson=
Follow us in, General. The Light Brigade will break their defenses and clear the path for your ships to begin ground assault.
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Post by Nytherias Nuruodo [RETIRED] on Dec 14, 2020 3:32:14 GMT -8
Taking the datachip without a word, Riwaza's mysterious red eyes focused briefly Nytherias.
She felt within the Force that it was probably the right decision.
"Tell the Salvation that they expect another GX1 transporter as well - Csilla might not be my home, but I won't leave my home at Coruscant. Time will show us, where I truely belong to."
She then stood up, solely taking a brief look towards the balcony, before granting the Chiss officer a brief nod.
"We'll see us soon. May the Force be with you."
And with these words, Riwaza headed off, leaving the 500 Republica complex as quickly as she came. Over her C1 personal comlink, the Chiss contacted someone she held dear, someone she considered as part of her own personal family. One piece of what made the Calculator a home to her.
"We're leaving Coruscant, 0NA", she solely said dry, knowing that the BD-3000 luxury droid was on the other end of the line, "And don't ask why exactly, I'll tell you once I'm aboard."
::Affirmative, madame. All escape routes are open, hostile targets outside the cargo hauler: negative. Target location?::
"A Chiss cruiser. Salvatation. I'll tell you the coordinates once I'm on board."
A short silence befell the street which Riwaza passed, as she could feel the confusion of her friend.
::Madame, reporting malfunction. Unit STW-0NA understood target destination is a Chiss cruiser named Salvation. Please repeat the last transmission.::
Riwaza nearly had the urge to grin.
"No, you understood me clearly. It turns out my latest task was orchestrated by a new Chiss gouvernment. We have arranged a mutual agreement, so to say."
::Do you prefer to handle the situation smoothly or want me to show full cleavage?::
"Keep the pistol for defense ready, but no big guns. They're not friends, but I don't want to execute potential allies with my maid droid. Just get dressed up, look pretty and let me handle it."
::Understood, madame!::
Vrur'iwaz'auqi turned around a last time to look at the building complex, before she finally headed towards the next hangar bay, where the Calculator already waited for her. For the moment it would probably be the last time she would see Coruscant.
The trip from Coruscant to Csilla had lasted a couple days, during which time Riwaza had been left alone and allowed to travel The Salvation almost unimpeded if she had chosen to. If she asked the crew questions about the Sword & Shield Dominion, or about Nytherias himself, they related their experience. Many had served under the command of the Field Marshal back when he was a General serving the Empire of the Hand and the Chiss Ascendancy before that.
As the third day since departing Coruscant dawned, Nytherias was standing upon the bridge of The Salvation looking out upon the blue-white spiral of hyperspace. A comm had been sent for Riwaza to attend the bridge, timed such that she should reach the bridge just as the stars pulled back into singular points amongst the black void and the view of Csilla's frozen surface occupied much of the viewport |
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Post by Riwaza on Dec 14, 2020 11:35:36 GMT -8
Back at 'home'... how sweet...
Having entered the bridge alongside STW-0NA it wasn't hard for Vrur'iwaz'auqi to find Nytherias quickly, given that the Chiss Star Destroyer was structured in a similiar way like it's imperial counterpart but sleeker and more compact. For her own taste it reminded her still too much on what she had briefly seen within the Imperial complex on Coruscant, yet the construction style of her own race was still distinctive on the design.
She didn't knew whether that made it easier for her to handle or not.
As they stood there along the viewpoint, Riwaza decided to break the tension.
"Hasn't changed much", she solely remarked dry, leaving open whether she meant the surface of the planet or Csilla in general, "Cold and distant, just how I remember it. I was quite young when my parents fled with me from the planet, but I still remember the last time I saw Csilla from the viewport of a starship."
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Post by Nytherias Nuruodo [RETIRED] on Jan 7, 2021 16:05:29 GMT -8
Nytherias turned his head toward Riwaza as she commented on the view of Csilla. She was a talented Chiss, and he only hoped he could convince her to stick around and feel at home here. He had already committed to guaranteeing her safety against the old threats Force Sensitives like herself faced. Most Chiss lost their abilities as they grew into adulthood. Those that did not, rare as they were, would be studied and examined like specimens in a science lab. Chiss might have a reputation as cold hearted tacticians, but such cruel experimentation was cold even by Nytherias' standards
Change is not always good for everything... In people and society? yes it can be. But a planet? it can spell doom for those that live there... I do commend your parents bravery and foresight... Few disagreed more with what happened back then than me...
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Post by Nem Yin on Sept 29, 2021 19:11:38 GMT -8
Desperate times turn even the most serious of enemies into reluctant allies. During the events of the Yuuzhan Vong invasion of the galaxy, the Chiss were among the first races to discover this newfound threat, and among the longest to face them in furious combat. When the war ended these two races went their separate ways, for a time at least. The threat of the Chiss bio-weapon alpha red still lingered, but there were greater dangers to be found within the galaxy than along its fringes. In the Chaos Era the Chiss Ascendency found itself in a similar position as the Yuuzhan Vong: alone. And so an alliance was struck, limited in its capacity, but of mutual benefit to both races. If one were to ask the Executor known as Nem of Domain Yin what had occurred, he would tell you that it was the Praetorite Vong that failed in their obligation to the pact first, much to his great shame. The Yuuzhan Vong left the known galaxy and in their absence it seemed the ally they left behind had transformed and withered into something unrecognizable. Now there was talk of a civil war. It was too much, some intervention needed to take place. So they came...
Along the system's edge, a miid ro'ik warship emerged from darkspace, arriving amidst a small sea of solar debris. Powerful dovin basals manipulated the forces of space and gravity to draw in a number of larger chunks of rock and ice, setting them in orbit around the vessel itself. The ship was known as the 'Praetorite Command'. Within the organic creations lower assembly hall, the Commander of the vessel stood sternly, fixing thirty lean Yuuzhan Vong intendants with two blazing green mqaaq'it ocular implants. Male and female, tall and short, all lithe as prowling bissop. Not too mention, all naked as the day they were born. Alith stared them down, his muscular shoulders shrugging loose the cloak of robeskin that hung over his back. He stood at a yorik coral pulpit, over looking the assembled intendants, symbolic of his elevated position. He leaned over the stand of rocky growth, hot steam vented from his stubbed nose in the cold lower hall, so near the hatch sphincters connected to the frigid void.
"Brothers and sisters of Domain Yin, it is my honour to address you now, in this final moment before you deploy. You have traveled far and suffered overlong, had your faith stripped and your Domain bled near dry." Alith's tone turned somber. "I know, I suffered alongside you. No more, I say. Now we decide our own fate."
He stepped aside from the pulpit and descended his elevated post until he walked in front of the first row of intendants, carefully staring each member down as he purposefully walked amongst them. His voice carried with ease in the chamber, for no one dared even whisper while the Commander was speaking.
"That is why we are here today. We failed in our obligation to the Chiss Ascendency and from what our reports indicate they are no more. Intelligence shared by the First Order suggests that a civil war has broken out and some faction of Chiss known as the Sword and Shield Dominion now hold sway. An attempt to make contact with this organization so far has gone unanswered." His mqaaq'it dimmed. "While the Praetorite has no interest in conquest or becoming adversarial with the Chiss, they are a potential local threat and must be closely monitored until such a time as the Executor is satisfied. Therefore, your mission is clear. Infiltrate, investigate, and report everything. It is time."
Alith held up his hands, fingers splayed and palms facing towards the pulsating ceiling. Thirty intendants kneeled, almost genuflecting in their movement, as they grabbed fleshy orbs of molted skin. The balls expanded at their touch and began to latch themselves to every inch of exposed flesh, covering each member of Domain Yin in a layer of second skin. Where once thirty Yuuzhan Vong had stood, now the same number of blue skinned and red eyed Chiss seemed to stand. Chazrachs with organic trolleys wheeled between the rows, provided appropriated and custom designed attire for the infiltrators to don over their ooglith masquers. By the time they had dressed, Alith had returned to the pulpit and motioned them forth, indicating they attend the hatch sphincters leading to a number of yorik-trema destined to lead them to the surface. Ten disguised Yuuzhan Vong to a shuttle, three in total, all on a potential path of no return. Once the yorik-trema were loaded and the occupants were seated, the organic shuttle craft split from the warship and drifted towards three different pieces of solar debris.
As each ship used spindly legs and arrest tentacles to latch onto future comets, the Praetorite Command began to use its dovin basals to increase the speed of each comets orbit around the warship. Once each ball of rock and ice approached a rapid velocity, it was guided away from the ship and hurled into the solar system, sent of a direct course for the planet.
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Post by Nem Yin on Oct 10, 2021 10:53:40 GMT -8
After receiving new instructions, the miid ro'ik warship 'Praetorite Command' currently taking up position along the edge of the system, turned towards infidel space and made a lightspeed jump into the treacherous corridors of darkspace.
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Post by Nem Yin on Oct 27, 2021 5:59:24 GMT -8
Navigating the treacherous corridors of darkspace this far out from the galactic core was always difficult, but the ro'ik chuun m'arh 'Price of Pain' managed to claw its way from the ruinous depths and emerge into the system, gliding towards the planet of Csilla as it rapidly decelerated from lightspeed. The Yuuzhan Vong vessel distorted gravity as it traveled the void, relying on dovin basals for propulsion. The black yorik coral and secretion armoured hull made it difficult to see in the deep black of space, but it was transmitting an electronic signature from the oggzil attachment to its villip choir, broadcasting the vessel's organic signature in the same way an infidel transponder shared information.Upon the bridge, the Intendant of great renowned and Executor of the Praetorite, Nem of Domain Yin, stared at the main viewspider. His green mqaaq'it appeared luminous even under the lambent lighting of the deck. Though his reaving days were mostly behind him, he still dressed the part, garbed in a long dark robeskin coat that came down almost to his ankles. Underneath he wore a skin-bonded cloaker bodysuit, midnight hued, so only the skin of his head and neck were visible. He descended from the command platform, swaggering as he strutted towards the main villip choir. When he reached the communications biot he leaned over the device and stroked its main reflex, coaxing it into activity. The choir captured the Executor's image and transmitted it via the oggzil attachment to Csilla's planetary control/Dominion defense force.Sword and Shield Dominion, this is Executor Nem Yin of the Praetorite Vong. Provide coordinates for a landing site and I will approach in one of our shuttle craft for our meeting with Field Marshal Sabosen'ytheria'snuruodo.He waited at the choir, mqaaq'it occasionally listing to the side as he watched the bridge's main blazebug display from his peripherals.
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Post by Nytherias Nuruodo [RETIRED] on Oct 30, 2021 0:08:30 GMT -8
Vice Admiral Ilerian had barely finished being briefed about the impending arrival of the Yuuzhan Vong by Nytherias, than the ro'ik chuun m'arh appeared above Csilla and began broadcasting a request to land. The crew of The Salvation were tense as they observed the Yuuzhan Vong vessel for a moment, their attention soon drawing to the Vice Admiral as she strode across to her command terminal and opened a line back, transmitting the co-ordinate data down to the surface to the former Estate of House Par
Executor Nem Yin of the Praetorite Vong, Field Marshal Sabosen'ytheria'snuruodo extends his greetings. Per his instruction, please head toward the following location. You'll have to forgive my caution, but be aware that deviance from this course will not be permitted. While you are here as the Field Marshal's guests, you are foreigners to the Chiss people, and my duty is to see to their safety...
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