Darth Belial
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Post by Darth Belial on Aug 3, 2015 21:46:10 GMT -8
When the Dark Lord had opened his eyes several hours later, after his conversation with the Shipmistress had abruptly ended the night before, he found himself staring into the brightened abyss of space with a shining jewel of a world floating beneath him. Hapes was a beautiful world, that much was plain to see, yet he felt like the referential texts he had read prior to his journey here, didn’t do this system any justice. Before he had a chance to mentally elaborate on the differences between the tomes he had read and his own personal experience, the Captain of the battle cruiser had returned to his cell once more. This time, she was not alone as he had thought she would be. A month of genuine conversation had simply gone to waste in the face of one’s duty, or had it? When the barrier was deactivated, the guards had remained stationary. They made no move towards the Dark Lord, nor did they take any of his personal belongings as they had all those years ago in the skies above Coruscant.
Well, this was an interesting turn of events.
Normally his hands would be bound within the steely embrace of primitive binder cuffs, and anything of value would have been stripped from his wounded form. Instead, they had left him in this interesting juncture. Though, had they taken him down that embarrassing path, they wouldn’t have taken much. He was clad in a simple shift of bandages, soaked with the healing agents of bacta, and covered from head to toe by a sackcloth robe; dyed in the hue of an emerald forest. Lashed around his waist and laid bare for all to see, was his ruined lightsaber, and several scorched pouches that once belonged to his pilfered belt. He doubted that they wanted to touch anything that had been with him through the Transitory mists, and if they did he felt like they would believe themselves to be cursed with some untold affliction. Superstitious, but a smart decision never the less. He didn’t feel like being paraded naked through the streets just yet.
“No binder cuffs?” He asked with a curious inflection, and raising his hands towards the gathering in a gesture of supplication.
“No, Master Jedi.” A small smirk began to edge it’s way onto her face, curling her lips in a manner many men would consider beautiful. No doubt she was planning on using her feminine whiles to insure her position of authority in front of her crew. “Having spent the last hour in conference with select members of the Royal Court, they have decided to drop all charges laid against you in return for your service to the Royal Family.”
Well, that was unexpected, Belial thought to himself. He wasn’t sure why they had decided to offer him such a wondrous deal, but he would’ve been a fool to deny himself a foothold on the world below. It must have to do with the unstable politics of the planet, and as in all things, news travels fast. With a “Jedi” entering the scene, and being adapt negotiators in their own way, whoever brings him into their fold would find themselves at an advantage in garnering position within the Court itself. So many paths had opened now, yet their destination had remained the same. Perhaps he would take them up on this offer of clemency and learn of all the players vying for the throne.
“Service?” His head cocked slightly to the side as that word had been spoken aloud. “What exactly would a humble man such as myself, be doing in service to the Queen?”
The smirk had slowly begun to grow as the Captain carried on with explaining the details of his new-found situation. Given the time, Belial had believed it might turn into a full blown grin. Sure, she had been a pest during his confinement, asking him questions that she had already known. But now that he was free, things could easily change. Perhaps he could take her into his confidence and use her as a willing puppet to guide him around the Cluster, help him with the preparations that needed to be made for his ascendancy.
“You’d be an advisor to one of the noble houses currently residing within the Royal Court. The head of the family is the younger sister to the current Queen mother, and heir apparent or in our language the Chume’da.”
“So, the Sister wishes to take the Crown from the Queen Mother, and wants my help to do so without bloodshed?”
The Captain nodded, ever so slightly. Had he not been paying attention, such a fractional tilt of her head would’ve gone unnoticed. Picking up on the subtle hint, Belial carried on the now one sided conversation with keeping up his Jedi like facade.
“Well then. Avoiding conflict would be ideal, especially when politics are involved, however I don’t think it would be right of me to associate myself with a single House. Perhaps I can take up the Chume’da on her offer, and learn the lay of the land before I fully commit myself to any cause.”
The Captain nodded curtly this time, eschewing all subtlety in order to keep up her appearance as a dutiful vassal to the Royal Court. She lifted her dominant hand and wordlessly ordered her guards to escort the Master Jedi from his “quarters” and find him a shuttle. From there he was to be ushered to the Chume’da’s side as swiftly as possible, or at least that was what he believed would occur should everything go to plan. If that had come to pass, he would ensure that the family of that nameless captain would go on well rewarded for her services. She could’ve avoided all this trouble by leaving him there to die, yet here he was about to be transferred planetside and met with an heir to a dynasty. Even though she was a bothersome gnat, Belial would not continue through with his ruse by ignoring those that helped him along the path to power.
It wouldn’t be very “Jedi” like, now would it?
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Post by The Shepherd on Aug 10, 2015 21:11:56 GMT -8
Entering the system from the side nearest the sun, a single CR90 Corellian corvette held its position in the system, flanked by four squadrons of Skipray Blastboats. Symbols painted on its side identified it as part of the Felucian Navy, flying under the command of Jedi Master Aerandir Calmcacil. Holding for a few brief moments before reigniting its engines and moving towards the planet, a channel opened up as the vessel hailed the Hapan ATC.
Control, came the unmistakable voice of a military gentleman, this is Captain Wendell Marris of the Spearhead. My commander, Jedi Master Rutil Iorek, requests an audience with Her Majesty. It is of the utmost importance.
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Post by Darth Belial on Aug 12, 2015 16:24:40 GMT -8
The Hapans had been aware of the vessel, whose transponder codes had designated it Spearhead, and their Skipray blast-boat escorts ever since they had translated into realspace at the edges of their illuminated cluster. Little had been done to challenge their intrusion into their mist shrouded since that moment, as their intentions had been made clear by the manner in which they presented themselves. Had they shown any signs of hostility, the corvette and the support squadrons that followed in its wake, would’ve been slagged and scattered to the void long before they had borne witness to the Capital world of the Consortium. Since they had appeared to be a diplomatic envoy of sorts, the Royal Hapan Navy had sought to stalk them from the shadows, where they would be able to swiftly react should their assumptions prove false.
When they had arrived at the prime world of the cluster, the vessels that had been subtly plotting their course to pursue these uninvited guests came forth with a gusto. Their engines howled in the silence of the void, as the punch dagger like designs of the Nova Battle cruisers took up positions afore the Spearhead. Squadrons of Miy’til starfighters had burst forth from their hangar bays, preparing to either meet the enemy should these intruders prove to be their enemy, or as willing escorts if they had diplomacy in mind. As the Corellian corvette had opened a channel to the planet’s orbital traffic control, stating that yet another Jedi has come to the cluster on a matter of utmost importance, the cycling weapons systems within the Nova cruisers had begun to simmer and power down.
:: Spearhead. Your vessel is cleared to land at Suramar Spaceport in Ta’a Chume’Dan. Approach vectors and predicted lanes of traffic have been transmitted to your navicomputer. Please report to hangar bay thirteen for arrival documentation and customs inspection. From there you are to be escorted to the Fountain Palace to meet with the Venerable Ereneda to discuss this matter of most importance. Your escort squadrons are to remain behind in orbit for the duration of your stay. ::
The gruff female voice had severed her side of the connection established by the Spearhead moments before, leaving the channel open should any further requests be made. As if in response to the transmitted communique, several Miy’til Starfighters had gracefully fallen out of their formations and begun taking up position beside the Corellian corvette. It was there they waited for the Spearhead to make her move, and when it did, they would follow it down to the surface.
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Post by The Shepherd on Aug 12, 2015 16:51:59 GMT -8
Most excellent, Captain Marris replied, we shall begin our descent immediately.
The ship's captain closed out the communication as the pilots began receiving the information and laid in the course the Hapans had provided them before turning to his Jedi commander, standing still with his arms folded as he usually did, having come onto the bridge just as they entered the nebula.
"And when, might I ask, were you going to tell us we were in trouble?"
Rutil simply regarded the captain with a cold stare. He had asked a similarly stupid question on Korriban, and another followed not especially long after that as they were surrounded. The Jedi didn't mind questions; despite his gruff exterior and impatience for stupidity, he was still in some ways a teacher, and as such had no problem with a legitimate confusion. But Captain Marris was a military man under Master Calmcacil's domain. He should have known that flying into a nebula would wreak havoc on the ship's scanners. He should have known to be prepared for anything if the way ahead was unclear; to assume there was an enemy around every asteroid, gas cloud, or star. And he should have known that if there was someone on board that could sense the world around them and feel when things were about to go sideways - as he did, in the shape of a tower of a Zabrak in saffron robes standing on the bridge of the Spearhead - they would most certainly warn him of impending danger. And not only that, lead them out of it with nary a scratch with the guidance of the Force. As it stood, Rutil was growing very, very tired of Marris's lack of faith. It was almost disturbing.
"When we were in trouble, Captain."
The Jedi barely avoided speaking through gritted teeth as he addressed his temporary subordinate, making it known that his opinion of the man was falling with every breath he took. Rutil regarded the captain coldly, giving him a quick once-over with his yellowish-green eyes before pushing past him to the pilots, taking a glance at the course laid in before stepping away and continuing to address Captain Marris.
"When we touch down, I'd recommend trying to secure shore leave for you and your men. I'll do what I can about bringing the Skiprays down to refuel and rest."
"Understood, sir," Captain Marris began, "but it's my understanding that the Hapans aren't necessarily the most trusting lot-"
"You don't say." Rutil interrupted.
"...or the most honest," Marris continued, clearly annoyed by the interruption, "and I can't in good conscience have you go into the negotiations alone."
Rutil drew the hood of his robe over his head, shifting slightly as the corvette made her way down to the planet's surface.
"Then consider yourself invited, Captain Marris. Consider yourself invited."
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Post by The Shepherd on Aug 31, 2015 16:19:36 GMT -8
Liftoff had been smooth. The flight out of the system had been similarly without incident. Though the ship and her escort was constantly flanked by Hapan fighters until they were well away from the planet, there had been nary a word spoken, nor a shot fired. But that did not mean things were going well, or even easy. The Spearhead, having hopped from system to system with nary a moment's rest or relief, was running dangerously low on sublight fuel, and she was crewed by a team that had gotten - at most - a few hours' sleep over the last few days. And that merely applied to the crew of the CR90 corvette; the men and women flying the Skipray Blastboats had been going at it since the mission had begun, and it was only by the grace of their autopilots and their wingmen that none of them had crashed yet. But their Jedi commander was still going strong, propelled by the Force, his passion for the mission, and his slowly-burning desire to rid the galaxy of the Sith once and for all.
And had Rutil Iorek been like Master Calmcacil, Captain Marris would have said something by now. But the complaint would have fallen on deaf ears earlier, and now that they were certainly going back to Felucia - the coordinates locked in and the pilot merely waiting on the say-so - it would have sounded especially egregious. The last thing Marris wanted to do now was further irk the Jedi. He was not attuned to the Force, but he knew how men worked. And there was a darkness in the Jedi that perhaps the warrior monk himself was blind to. It went beyond the grumpiness of age. It went beyond the shell shock of a veteran. It went even beyond being impatient. With each passing moment, Captain Marris grew absolutely uncomfortable around the supposed guardian of peace and justice, and he had started to wonder if he would wake up to the sight of a blue energy blade lancing through his stomach, the Zabrak coldly staring as the light faded to black.
But it wouldn't matter, the Captain said to himself as the ship streaked into hyperspace. In a few hours, it would all be over.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 16:15:03 GMT -8
Three vessels were detected inbound as a trio of Nova-class Battlecruisers exited hyperspace near Hapes. From their IFF codes, Hapan Security could easily identify them as part of the detachment retrieved from the Hapan Rim Fleet. The trio, led by the Star of Lorell, was commanded by Remus Olanji, a native of Charubah and a cousin of House Olanji, which was from Hapes Rifle Worlds. The detachment had been retrieved with the increasing militant presence among Hapan's politics and the HoloNews.
From the bridge of his command ship, the middle-aged Remus looked down upon the vibrant world of Hapes. The traffic importing and exporting goods and persons from the planet hardly seemed phased by the increasing amounts of warships that had been drawn up in light of the Kashyyyk campaign. An order had been sent to Hapans Rim Command which drew Remus and his warships to the heart of Hapes for a transfer to a new fleet or command. It was sad to leave the Rim Worlds behind because, to Remus, they had become a familiar place, a second home, to the Hapan male. Many of his comrades had given their farewells and best wishes, asking that Remus give their regards to his wife on Hapes.
The transfer in command meant a few things to Remus; either a promotion, more ships and/or a better pay. With two girls already present and his wife and Remus hoping for a boy at some point, the additional money would be nice. Either way, it meant that Remus was advancing in the military structure once more. His rank of Captain had been achieved when he was only 27 years old and had been a Captain for almost a decade now. Dealing with pirates and keeping the borders secure could be a seen as a bland career up the ladder, but there were still moments of action that proved vital to advancement.
Remus tore away from his thoughts as a female communication officer approached him. The Captain nods his head politely, indicating it was time to contact Hapan High Command to make them aware of their presence. The officer gestures to one of the ensigns who performed the task by opening a channel for the Captain. In a clear and courteous voice, Remus spoke from where he stood.
Star of Lorell of the Hapan Rim Fleet to Hapan High Command, this is Remus Olanji, Captain of Star of Lorell. As per request by High Command, my ships and I have returned to the heart of the Consortium on orders of transfer. Do I have your permission to enter orbit over Hapes and request clearance for landing at the Hapan High Command Complex.
Even if he had the clearance without asking, Remus was known for being polite to his superiors and was strict to the protocol that any naval officer had to adhere daily and formally. Speaking with High Command for a Captain like him was like getting an audience with the Queen Mother; one had to show finesse and display a courteous behavior. Especially if the one in question was a male of the Consortium, no matter what rank they were.
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Darth Belial
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Post by Darth Belial on Nov 17, 2015 18:40:27 GMT -8
There had been an awakening, of sorts. In the time since the Husband of the Chume’Da had taken an expeditionary force out into the black ocean of space and set upon a two-fold quest, a great many things had happened within the Consortium. The first and most prevalent was that the venerated Queen Mother had finally passed away as she slumbered. She was the daughter of the Heroine of the Consortium, the First Queen Mother to take up that noble station after many long years of oppression by the vile Sith. Thus, with such heroic blood flowing in her veins, it was believed that she would follow in her mother’s footsteps and lead their people back into the Galactic Spotlight. However, as the woman had clamoured to the corrupt chauvinistic Republic for support in rebuilding what her mother had neglected, there were rumours that had spread amongst her dissenters. Words that had pegged her a foolish and weak.
It mattered little in the end, as the woman had gotten old her younger sister had begun taking her political career seriously. Unlike her elder sibling, she had listened to the council heaped upon her shoulders and strengthened the Consortium in ways that would’ve been left untouched if her sister had her way. Thus began the political divide between two unspoken factions, split almost evenly between the two siblings. That division, however, had ended when the former Jedi Knight Varro had arrived and changed the landscape in ways never thought possible. The recurring infestation of pirates that had seen many a world within the Lorell Reach and Rim Worlds plundered were swiftly eradicated. Dissention in the Rifle worlds had been quelled, and a revolt had been quashed before the spark of rebellion could ever take hold.
With her Knight-Protector at her side, the Chume’Da endured a meteoric rise in popularity - shifting the political scales in her favour. So, when they eventually fell in love and married at the place they had met, it was to no-one’s surprise that the entire Cluster had rejoiced at this union.
The second factor had come to the fore after Araneya had ascended to her post. That being her work under the previous Queen Mother and all that she had done in order to keep the entirety of the Cluster safe. Sadly, it wasn’t common knowledge before the coronation, but once the documents were released in a bid to legitimize her crown before the decanters had their say, no-one doubted that the Consortium’s future was in very capable and competent hands. With such truths coming to light, about the revitalization efforts put forth into the Royal Navy and her corresponding branches, all that had transpired had led to this very moment; where those that had proven themselves worthy of the stations they now held, were to be justly rewarded.
So, as the Star of Lorell and her escorting craft had passed through the transitory mists entering the Hapes System proper, she was met by the stunning sight of the gargantuan Star Home, along with a vast majority of the Honour Fleet that had formed the core of the Royal Navy. Seemingly undaunted by the sight, as all Hapan’s were due to how familiar it was, the three vessels stalked through the void only to halt their advance in high orbit above the Throneworld. From there the commanding officer of the squadron had gone overboard in his request for clearance to proceed planetside - but that was to be expected with the man behind the helm. They couldn’t blame him for trying hard to prostrate himself to his betters, but if they had to endure such aggravating niceties - the woman believed that he wouldn’t be a Captain for much longer.
Nevertheless, that was not their place and they could never despoil the legacy he had come from. Therefore, mere moments after his channel had grown silent, Orbital Control had taken up their duties and responded in kind.
:: Star of Lorell, your request to proceed planetside has been granted. Clearance codes to bypass the planetary defenses and approach vectors have been transmitted to your nav-computers. I would recommend taking a shuttle down to the surface, it seems orbital traffic is a tad busy today with the Star Home anchored in high orbit. Wouldn’t want your vessels to get knocked out the sky in all the ordered chaos. ::
With that and audible click was heard, signalling that the Controller’s channel had been silenced, allowing the Captain to get a reply - should he wish to make one. Regardless of the action he took, the information and codes had been transferred to the Star of Lorell via encrypted transmission pulses, leaving whatever was to come next in the man’s hands...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2015 19:01:23 GMT -8
It was indeed a stunning sight to behold a bulk of the Honour Fleet surrounding the mighty and majestic space fortress, Star Home, in orbit over Hapes. Many had witnessed its beauty and awe-inspiring figure from the planet's surface and passing through the spacelanes. As Captain Olanji awaited a reply, the Hapan took a moment to gaze at the ships among the Honour Fleet and the sight of Star Home. He had seen these glistening vessels many times before on his trips to and from Throneworld of the Consortium, yet they were always a spectacle to witness, even if Remus could count how many times he had already seen it with his own eyes.
His attention turned away as a response was made by the Orbital Control's officer. Remus was tempted to ask if his wife was on station, but then remembered she had recently been transferred to the planetary branch of Hapan Security in order to be closer to their daughters. With a smile upon his lips, the Captain returns with his own response.
I thank Orbital Control for their recommendation and shall take it. I do not wish to stress my crew out and cause worry for the trading ships with the presence of three Nova-class Battlecruisers trying to make their way planetside. Please give my regards to your commanding officer who knows my wife, Lieutenant Zarli Olanji.
With formalities concluded, Remus orders the ships to join the Honour Fleet in a peripheral position along the flank closest to Hapes after he departs for Hapes. As the Captain departs the bridge, he gives orders to his First Officer, Commander Teela, granting permission to allow the crew shore leave if requested. Just like Captain Olanji, many upon his ships were native to Hapes itself and would want to see their families, just as badly as Remus did. With a quick salute, the Captain enters the turbolift and takes it to the hangar bay below.
Along the journey from the bridge to the hangar bay, Remus thought of the transfer order given to him by Admiral Harloth, one of the few males present among the Hapan Admiralty to gain such a position within the Hapan Royal Navy. He had succeeded the former Admiral of the Rim Fleet, Maureen, when she retired for her homeworld of Selab. Though the Consortium favored females, Harloth was a capable man and, when proven, men could succeed and earn title for their commendable service. Back to his thoughts, Remus wondered what the transfer would include. Admiral Harloth had done what he could to shower praise upon Remus and his crew for their services in the Hapan Rim Fleet, while the Captain himself gave a modest report of their tour and action during their tenure under Harloth's command. As they made for the hangar bay, the turbolift had stopped at his quarters, allowing the Captain to take a bottle of Hapan Mist Ale, a fine liquor that the Admiral had given Remus when he departed for home. He hoped to share some with Zarli later.
Finally arriving in the hangar bay, the Captain would board a shuttle, with the presence of several Hapan Marines, dressed in their usual attire and keeping their weapons holstered for now. For once, they were landing on a surface that wouldn't require action, only escorting. Remus would look out an available viewport to gaze upon the Star of Lorell as he descended for the Hapan surface below.
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Post by Darth Belial on Jan 2, 2016 22:05:29 GMT -8
After the Fall of the Republic...
Standing afore her command dais and staring off into the infinite black, painted with the pastel hues of the surrounding Transitory Mists, Commodore Myra Rhodes had found her thoughts began to wander. Such was the fate of an idle mind. Although the woman had no-one to blame but herself for such inaction, it had helped smooth out the edges of her imperious ego to blame someone else. Many things had taken place in the twilight hours of the Kashyyyk Campaign that had left her nerves reddened and raw. She had lost several friends in that final desperate move made by the supposed God-King, and it angered her to no end when she was unable to avenge their deaths. A sentiment that was no doubt shared amongst the rest of her crew. To alay her troubled mind, she had been thankful that the Jedi Rutil had given her a gift of Sith prisoners. A squad of her best troops had gotten their vengeance, along with the Commodore herself as she forced each and every single one of those vassal soldiers to shoot themselves in the head with her own sidearm. The remaining Sith captives, however, required a more personal touch. The uniform she had worn that day, hung in her wardrobe proudly, despite the fact it was stained crimson by their arterial spray.
As she reflected upon the past, one of her aide's had approached the command throne and the officer thereafter. She whispered something in the woman's ear to draw her forth from her reveries, before handing her two items. One was a crystalline data slate, whilst the other was a cup of re-caffeinated herbal tea. Thanking the woman for both trinkets, the Hapan woman ascended the steps of her command throne and took her seat. Placing the steaming beverage atop the chair's armrest, the Commodore rifled through the contents of the data slate. Most of the information that the device had contained was intelligence that she had already known. The Honour Fleet was currently orbiting the former capital world of the Republic, ensuring that their demands had been met with the dismantlement of such a corrupt legacy. The remainder of the Armada had stayed within the borders of the Cluster, tracking down pirates and dealing with the odd Spacer crew lost in the Mists.
All in all, aside from the drastic change in leadership, the Consortium had transitioned into yet another era of tranquility.
Tossing the data slate aside after having devoured it's contents, the Commodore reached out and grasped her ceramic cup, bringing it close to her nose so she could bathe her senses in the pleasing aroma. It was Sapir tea, something favoured by one of the legendary Jedi Masters of yore, and it reeked of comfort and had tempted her with the subtle pleasures of a rich earthy flavour. Giving into her temptation, she took a sip of the boiled water and sighed happily. Her aide had made it well, and thus this cup of tea had become the bright spot in her otherwise boring day.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 21:03:38 GMT -8
Emerging from hyperspace, a worn and battle-scarred M22-T Krayt gunship appears in realspace and then slows to ahead dead slow after making a course adjustment that brings it on course for an approach into the Transitory Mists. The pilot of the gunship, Faelan Bralor, a fifty-two year old human male wearing beskar'gam of black and green, looks out of the forward viewport at the oddly intimidating yet beautiful perilous region of ionized space looming in the distance ahead. The ship's point of reversion to realspace selected as it lays well outside of the practical patrol routes of any defensive fleet that might be watching over Hapes, Faelan turns from the view of the Mists to his instrument panel to confirm that sensor readings reveal no other ships in the immediate vicinity before he begins to navigate through the Transitory Mists, making for Hapes and the rendezvous point on the planet's surface where they will meet with the other Mando'ade joining them on the mission that has brought him and his crew here today.
As he is adjusting the gunship's course and speed to begin navigating through the Mists, Faelan looks over his shoulder as a dark haired female armored in beskar'gam of gray enters the cockpit with her buy'ce held on her hip beneath her right arm. "Lorcan awake?" Faelan asks in Mando'a after he nods a greeting to his clanswoman.
Shaking her head, Raicheal lifts her buy'ce onto her head before taking the co-pilot's seat, also speaking in their native tongue as she says dryly, You know Lorcan, he won't wake until we set down. Fionnuala and the others are up, checking their gear. After Faelan has grunted in reply, Raicheal rolls her neck from side to side as she says without any discernible humor, Guess we'll find out if the route through the Mists we paid for was worth it soon enough.
Grunting once more, Faelan takes the gunship into the Transitory Mists, beginning the journey to the surface of Hapes.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Oct 21, 2017 21:43:12 GMT -8
==Hapes Raid SL==
<<106 PP; O9 Sector, Hapes>>
It had taken a few months of gliding through real space between a pearl necklace of microjumps, but the relay ship had finally reached its target zone. Technically, it was lurking just inside the mists, just off one of the known hyperspace corridors inside the cluster. Separating from the larger relay ship, a light shuttle traveled the last distance to the corridor & jumped into hyperspace toward Hapes. It did not take long after that the light shuttle was making its landing approach to the planet.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2017 10:15:55 GMT -8
The Acheron appeared out of hyperspace along the route through the mists that had been provided to them by the Hapan Royal Fleet. The ship settled into an orbit around Hapes, as a shuttle containing Senator Starmane, Victor, Phoenix, Angel, and a company of Galactic Alliance soldiers headed toward the surface of the world, escorted by a small escort of starfighters that counted Bradley amongst their numbers
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2017 22:37:48 GMT -8
Hapes. A world isolated from the galaxy. Long had the Hapans hidden here, staying away from the troubles of the galaxy at a large. Now, however, they would hide a much different sort of thing. A temporary shipyard had been set up in orbit, and the groundwork had been layed for a new fleet. One far larger then the present one.
On her ship, the Validator, Triumvir Starfire observes the construction of what she had dubbed the Shield Project. With the war’s end, Now was the time to rebuild and expand for the future. The foundations of a single Praetor Mk. II-Class Battlecruiser had been layed, alongside two MC-85 cruisers. The Galactic Alliance had to work with the limited space, and so only 3 vessels could be constructed at a time. At least while the fourth berth was being finished.
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 26, 2019 20:08:23 GMT -8
Will Sontir@serrinroma The warship, Vigilance, escorted by a pair of ShaShore-class Frigates exited hyperspace over the planet of Hapes. Their arrival was known well in advance as the Coalition began talks with the planet almost immediately after its formation. Baron Gorgano arrived at the system, with a couple of Corellian Jedi in tow. However, the Fondorian wasn't exactly pleased with these arrangements, made by the Diplomatic Corps. Granted, the Jedi knew the galaxy better than a military man of the defunct Republic and Galactic Alliance, but Graemon was not entirely happy with the Jedi. They had failed to protect the galaxy against the First Order and a rising faction of Dark Side users, with the reports from Felucia. The Jedi had created the Rebel Alliance and encouraged the formation of the GA, yet both failed to truly halt the Imperial war machine. Could they be trusted to help bring Hapes into the fold? Graemon hoped that would be the case.
The Diplomatic Corps had been insistent and so the Fondorian caved into their demands. His misgivings still existed, but the Fondorian bit his tongue for the sake of the Coalition. As communications were established, the Fondorian headed to the conference room on his vessel, knowing the Jedi would be there.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2019 20:58:44 GMT -8
In the conference room aboard the Vigilance, Jedi Master Carak Fervse'dra, a diminuitive, elderly female Bothan dressed in a sand colored underskirt worn with a matching short sleeved and cropped blouse worn beneath a forest green sari wrapped about her waist with one end draped over her right shoulder, stands looking out a viewport as she ad her padawan wait for Baron Gorgano to join them. At a glance, Carak might not appear like a Jedi at all; her light brown chestnut fur with walnut colored clan markings is visibly greying at the temples, and the wrinkles at the corners of her green eyes give an impression of advanced age. Her deportment and movements, however, tell a different tale, both possesed of an almost youthful vigor that matches the glint in her eyes, and Carak moves with the watchful, poised feline grace of a dancer.
Carak's Padawan, Iseul Yi, is a lean and willowy, pink skinned and purple haired thirteen year old Zeltron attired in the traditional khaki and brown robes most often associated with the Jedi Order. Though she has mastered the art of being still and silent when in the presence of others, having come to understand that to watch and learn from her Master is her role on most occasions when they are in the field on the business of the Jedi Order, when they are alone Iseul tends to pace restlessly as she voices the myriad of questions, ever growing it seems to her, that come to mind in the course of her instruction. "He doesn't seem to like us much, Iseul is saying she paces around the room while Carak serenely continues to look out the viewport, so why are we here? Will he listen to anything we, or rather you, say? Or is it just for appearance's sake that we're along?"
Not turning from the viewport, Carak says, "Trrrry to rrrememberr that it is not you or I that he has issue with, but rrratherr the Orrrderr itself. While we have investigatorr's or individual Knights and Masterrr's operrrating in the field, the Orrderr as whole has rrrremained out of the fighting that the Barrron has been a parrrt of. As forrr why we'rrre herrre, it's to act as mediatorr's in the negotiations with Hapes. Lifting a furry hand before Iseul can ask the questions Carak can see are forthcoming, the Bothan Master says, Shush now, I believe the Barrron will be joining us momentarrrrily."
Iseul nods, saving her questions for later, and folds her hands into the sleeves of her robes as she wills herself to be still and crosses her arms over her chest while coming to a halt beside her Master.
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 27, 2019 19:20:22 GMT -8
The door hisses and the sound of boots snapping together was heard from the hallway as Baron Gorgano enters the room. Besides the Jedi diplomats, there were a few political officials and ambassadors from the newly formed Coalition's government. He noticed one among them, a certain Falcrus Oreg, a native of his home of Fondor. Unlike his background, Falcrus was a member of the Shipwright Guild, but a civilian. One of the few among the Guild these days. He was a good man, having been one of the main backers and campaigners for the formation of the Coalition. A curt nod to his fellow Fondorian was given before Graemon turned to the Jedi.
Master Jedi and... young Padawan Yi. I am glad you could be dispatched to help in the endeavors we seek to perform for the Coalition.
The others gathered around the table as a holoimage lights up, revealing the entirety of the Consortium's space and surrounding sectors.
Do we have any recent intel on the movements and diplomatic relations of the Hapan's government? I have heard they remained relatively neutral and quiet during the recent conflicts. Their warships keep to the mists and always looking outwards.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2019 8:21:03 GMT -8
Carak and Iseul both bow in response to Baron Gorgano's greeting, Carak respectfully inclining her head only while her Padawan elects to bow more formally at the waist. Resting a furry hand beneath her chin after Gorgano has voiced his question, the elderly Bothan mentally reviews what information the Jedi Order has learned of the political and social climate in the Hapes Cluster so that she can organize her response.
"Yourrr inforrrmation is accurate, Barrron. Everrr since the rrresolution of the Calistarrrious affairrr, Hapes has rrresumed its trrraditional policy of isolationism, staying out of galactic politics entirrrely thus farrr. So farrr as the Jedi Orderrr has been able to learrrn, neitherrr the Queen Motherrr norrr the Hapan Rrroyal Court as a whole have diplomatic rrrelations with any worrrlds outside of the Hapes Consorrrtium. Clasping her hands behind her back, Carak adds a bit of social information in conclusion, It is likely that theirrr culturrral tendency towarrrds parrrranoia, naturrral enough given theirr culturrrally embedded use of assassinations and otherrr forrrms of interrnal powerrr strrruggle, will only have incrrreased afterrr the Calistarrrious affairrr. Any diplomatic overturrre is surrre to be met initially with, at best, skepticism. Negotiations will most likely rrrequire a grrreat deal of patience, and perrrhaps even time to forrrge the level of trrrust it will rrrequire to penetrrrate the interrrwoven layerrrs of parrranoia and isolationist thinking that will need to be surrrmounted."
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 31, 2019 8:46:27 GMT -8
The Calistarious Affair, something that was known well to the galaxy. It had been the incident that resulted in the decimation of Coruscant and the forceful dismantlement of the Republic, the very same incident that coincided with the Imperial resurgence in the Outer Rim that resulted in the Empire today. Graemon had been stationed in the Inner Rim as a part of the Republic's Inner Rim Battlegroup. 80% of their ships being lost as they trekked into the Deep Core, seeking to avoid the Consortium, only to fall prey to the Imperial fleets hiding there. An event that shook the galaxy and led to the years of conflict after.
But with the Empire nearby, Master Jedi, certainly things will be easier to negotiate than they are now. Not to mention the recent Sith attack on Felucia. When you look at a map, Hapes is surrounded by neutral systems, but their powers encroaching from all sides. They may seek to remove the stain of Calistarious by joining the Corellian Coalition.
Baron Gorgano would do everything possible to get the Consortium involved. The Hapan Royal Navy, consisting of sixty-three Battle Dragons, and numerous amounts of Nova-class Battlecruisers, Beta Cruisers, Miy'til starfighters and assault bombers, would be a boon to the CC's naval forces. Not to mention their fresh presence would help improve morale for the war-weary crews fresh from the Outer Rim. Just like the Confederation before, Gorgano would see to it that they joined this cause.
They joined Corellia, along with others, when the Confederation was formed to combat the oppressive regime of Darth Caedus and the Galactic Alliance. Certainly, we can touch upon the same sentiment to open their doors and bring them into our fold once more.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2019 9:42:42 GMT -8
"Valid points all, Carak concedes with a nod of her head when the Baron has presented what seems to her to be the broad strokes of his strategy for negotiating with the Hapans; for certainly his analysis of the position Hapes occupies upon the board, surrounded by opposing forces, is an accurate one, as is his memory of how Hapes allied itself with those who stood against past oppressive regimes. We can cerrrtainly hope, the Bothan continues, that they prrrove overrwhelmingly perrsuasive to the Queen Motherrr and the Hapan Rrroyal Courrrt. Until they have met with the Queen Mother and whatever other members of the Royal Court present, however, speculating on how like minded they are to those in their positions that stood with the Confederation gained their allegiance is relatively futile, and so Carak says, Only time will tell. Unclasping her hands and stroking her chin, Carak adds, A suggestion, if I may? The Hapans are a prrrideful people, so it might behoove you to appeal to that as well as to the past, to emphasize theirrr past stance in opposition to oppressive rrregimes while, everrr so subtly, suggesting that doing so now would, as you said, lift any lingering taint the Calistarrious affairrr left on theirrr collective charracterrr."
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Apr 1, 2019 10:52:30 GMT -8
Prince LassiterAn affirmative nod was given to Master Carak by Baron Gorgano. The Jedi Master made a good point and it was something that the Fondorian had considered on his way here. Though the Consortium was a rather isolationist nation, it still stood against oppression and disorder. An example being Hapes participation against Darth Caedus and the corrupted Galatic Alliance. He then turns to the communication's officer.Open hailing frequencies and begin our approach towards Hapes.The officer salutes and proceeds to the bridge.=Communications Officer= Hapan Security Force, this is the Corellian Coalition vessel, Vigilance. This vessel bears with it Baron Graemon Gorgano, Representative of Fondor and the Coalition as well as Master Carak of the Jedi Order. We request an audience with the Queen Mother or an appointed representative of your government to negotiate and discuss matters of vital importance.
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