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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Apr 4, 2013 19:18:46 GMT -8
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Post by Seleck Vus on Jun 23, 2013 4:25:56 GMT -8
Agamar had always been a backwater. A second, or even third tier world. However, it had for the briefest of moments risen to garner some notoriety under the patronage of the then rather benevolent Jedi Seleck Tanes. Under his leadership it became the seat of the resurgent Techno-Union and enjoyed years of seemingly limitless prosperity. Yet, when their saviour abandoned them in their time of greatest need to indulge his fetish for the dark side and to pursue his whimsical desires the world fell back into obscurity. The remnants of the once proud sovereign fleet still hung in orbit, bulkheads missing and paintwork chipped and cracked. Days went by without a single trade vessel entering the system. Majestic station existed as little more than a durasteel skeleton, the mighty factory and refinery had long since been stripped for parts.
On the bridge of the Recusant-class light destroyer Endurance Commodore Kyros watched over the few crewmen and officers that busied themselves at the various workstations. They were running on a skeleton crew and had been for a long while. Since the dissolution of the TU and the departure of Magistrate Tanes the responsibility for planetary security had fallen to her. She gazed at her reflection in the main viewscreen, still only in her early forties she looked older than her years. Her neatly ponytailed black hair was streaked with grey and heavy black shadows hung beneath her eyes. Such were the consequences of taking on burdens far beyond her station. Her neatly pressed and well kept grey uniform still bore the insignia of the TU as did those of every member of the fleet. It would have been a simple matter to have the badges replaced but she had chosen to keep them in place. A reminder to everyone of what had been, what had been lost and what could still be.
Still, for now the mundane day to day operations of maintaining the vessels, fighter patrols and refresher training was all that was on the cards for the remnants of the Sovereign fleet. As it likely would be for the foreseeable future.
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Post by Seleck Vus on Jun 23, 2013 5:56:09 GMT -8
The Intrepid Despot streaked back into realspace some considerable distance from Agamar. The light from the distant sun caught on the atmosphere and shone brilliantly making any attempt by an observer to note detail futile. The whole scene gave Neca an uncomfortable sense of deja vu. This was hardly the triumphant (re)return he had in mind. Despite his dalliances he always ended up back here. It seemed that this world was his to abuse and the plebs always fell for it. The civil war, the Bartokk, the Sarapin fiasco, the endless conscription and exploitation of the work force. He was responsible for every one of those dreadful things. Millions had died under his leadership, most of them needlessly. Neca felt not even a twinge of regret and worst of all, he was planning to do it all again and this time on an unprecidented scale.
The growl of the engines decrescendoed to little more than a whimper as Neca dropped the Intrepid Despot into an extreme high orbit and killed most of the power. He wanted to remain undiscovered for as long as possible in order to assess what state the Agamarian military was in. Preliminary sensor scans indicated that the collapse of the Techno Union hit Agamar hard. Commercial shipping was virtually non-existent and whilst the composition of the defence fleet was basically as he had left it structural integrity scans told a different story. To say the vessels were decrepit would be a compliment.
The silence in the cockpit was broken by a hiss of static followed by a semi-clear message
Unidentified vessel, identify yourself and approach the Charitable. You will be required to come aboard for screening.
Oh dear...
Agamar control, do not be alarmed! This is Captain Korr of the Intrepid Despot. We submit to your request.
Sithspit Sithspit Sithspit. Not good.
Even though his 'heart' was going ten to the dozen Neca couldn't help but be satisfied with his improv. The silly buggers bought it. Regardless, there was still the pressing matter of the impending inspection which, to put it bluntly, jammed a spanner in Neca's fastidiously orchestrated plan. He needed Kaledra to turn up, sooner rather than later...
The Intrepid Despot shuddered as the looming Lucrehulk Charitable locked it's tractor bean on the YT-1000. Mankvim interceptors buzzed around his vessel like flies about a corpse. The Charitable's hanger came into view, it's interior was a patchwork of exposed wiring and collapsed beams. It looked like the flagship of a pirate fleet, not the nerve centre of a planetary defence force. The Despot slowed to a crawl as it was drawn into the bowls of the Lucrehulk. Neca spied a party of ten or so troopers waiting for him on an otherwise empty patch of the hanger bay. Elsewhere, technicians and maintenance droids worked on a mix of fighters, transports and tanks all of which were in varying states of disrepair. It was evident that there was little in the way of order here and this would certainly work to Neca's advantage when the time came.
The Despot slammed to the ground. Neca quickly dropped the ramp not wanting to irritate his hosts, given that they outnumbered him... significantly. He disembarked from his vessel, cloak wrapped tightly around him so as to conceal both his sabers and the extent of his implants. He was met by the muzzle of an E-11 rifle wielded by a stocky sergeant, still wearing his Techo-Union issue battle armour.
Afternoon. We'll be searching your ship now. Consider yourself under arrest. We don't like people turning up uninvited y'see.
Neca shrugged and walked past the sergeant and the assembled soldiers to a particularly comfortable looking crate which he promptly sat on.
Very well. Seems a little, excessive don't you think? If this is how you treat all of your tourists it's no wonder that this world is such a backwater.
You better watch your tone. And you're obviously not a tourist. I may look like an idiot but I'm not an idiot.
Oh really?
Neca interjected with a little chuckle. The sergeant was becoming visibly riled now.
Shut it or you'll eat blaster.
Neca shrugged again, but was quieted. Why could things never be simple?
There was a sudden flurry of action amongst Neca's captors after the sergeant received a message through his earpiece. The Kel Dor knew full well what the stimulus was. He had felt Kaledra's arrival in the system around the time the Despot was being dragged aboard the Charitable. Perfect timing indeed.
Problem?
He asked, eager to both stoke the embers of panic and wind the buggers up. The sergeant wheeled around and closed on Neca until his face was mere inches away, his features contorted horribly by rage.
You! You're something to do with this!
Neca recoiled, palms pressed against his chest, the very image of innocene. Or not.
Moi?
The sergeant shoved his E-11 against Neca's chest. Neca rose from his box
Now, I like you. You're funny. And, because I like you I would suggest that you took that pea-shooter of yours and pointed it somewhere else. Perhaps, oh I don't know, at him.
Neca pointed at one of the sergeants troopers. Visibly shocked, the young man made himself scarce and headed up into the Despot at quite a pace. Obviously his colleagues had forgotten a piece of equipment or something...
Hmm. Perhaps not him. But you definitely shouldn't point that at me. I'm far too important.
The sergeant's gun remained in place. Neca sighed deeply and let his cloak fall open to reveal his sabers. Before the sergeant could react Neca grabbed the curved hilt of his latest creation and angled it upwards. As the blade sprung to life it crashed through the barrel of the E-11 slicing it clean in half.
Whoops.
The sergeant threw the ruined weapon aside and threw a vicious right hook. Neca lazily caught his fist and returned the favour- punching him square in the jaw with his weapon hand. The blow sent the man sprawling into a pile of junk. By now Neca's little display had caught quite a bit of attention and around twenty troopers appeared in the hanger bay from various turbolifts, weapons trained on the lone Sith. Neca faced them and chuckled.
Oh! How lovely of you all to join us. I suppose I had better introduce myself. I am Darth Neca but some of you may know me as Archduke Seleck Tanes, your former glorious leader returned to take Agamar into a new golden age!
Open fire.
Not good.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2013 8:58:37 GMT -8
*Forced from hyperspace by the gravitational pull of the planet, Kaldera had just finished sealing his flightsuit around his robes as he was slammed into his seat harness. Looking up and out the viewport, Agamar wasn't the main thing taking up his viewport. Grinning behind his helmet, Kaldera had exited hyperspace close enough to the Charitable that he could see most of the weapons placements that dotted its hull.*
*Right on schedule, Kaldera thought to himself as the comm unit spat static, signalling the attempt of the Charitable crew to get in contact with him. Getting forced from hyperspace must have shorted the comms systems. Kaldera shrugged, he wouldn't need the comms system anymore anyways. Activating the ejection sequence, Kaldera shot out of his old Delta-7 Interceptor and watched from his crash seat as the Jedi fighter crashed headlong into one of the long arms of the doughnut shaped vessel (the opposite to that which the Despot had landed).*
*Unstrapping himself from the ejector seat, Kaldera activated the stabilizer jets on his flightsuit and drifted towards the large vessel, aiming several kilometers away from the crash site of his old ship.*
*Several moments later, he set down on the hull of the ship and, lightsaber already in hand, Kaldera sliced a small enough hole for him to fit through and, a few moments later, he was inside the vessel. As the air vented out hall ways, sending a few scattered crewmen and droids to bunch up at the hole, plugging it for a few seconds before breaking and slipping through, Kaldera checked his air reserves and saw he only had about 5 minutes remaining. Quickly turning his saber on a nearby wall, he quickly sliced out a hole twice as big as the one he had created. Once the wall slab fell to the ground, Kaldera use the vacuum suction and the Force to guide the wall slab over the hole, then used his lightsaber to weld it into place.*
*As air began regulating back through the corridors, Kaldera's air supply reached empty and he was forced to strip out of his flightsuit, unleashing his charcoal black robes. As the length of his robes touched the floor, Kaldera was on the move, rushing down one hallway to where he hoped, he would find a series of turbolifts that would take him to the bridge.*
*Well...he didn't find the bridge, he did, however, find the engines. Grasping the engines' power core with the Force, he drew it in and began crushing it with the shear power of the darkside. After a few moments, the core shut down and began ticking, signaling to Kaldera that it was time to get out of there. He had made it just passed the blast doors as the core exploded, sending a power surge through a majority of the ship. According the schamatics that Neca had transmitted him, he should be directly across the way from the central command ball, so he began making his way towards it.*
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Post by Seleck Vus on Jun 24, 2013 1:55:16 GMT -8
Kill the Sith!
Angry crimson blaster bolts streaked through the stale air of the little hanger bay. Most slammed harmlessly into slate grey bulkheads in a spray of molten metal and charred plastics. Truth be told Neca was rather disappointed. He used to own this lot and now twenty of them couldn't even shoot him at point blank range. The odd blaster bolt that did find it's mark (by luck rather than judgement) was easily sent back from whence it came with a curt thwack from his lightsaber. The engagement had lasted barely thirty seconds before they were rudely interrupted. The ship convulsed violently and sent the lot of them sprawling to the ground.
Neca was loathe to give his adversaries opportunity to land a lucky shot and took the opportunity to make himself scarce. He scampered through an open blast door and slid it shut behind him with a neat force-imbued gesture. Technicians and troopers sprinted and stumbled all over the place oblivious to the half-metal ghoul that sauntered amongst them with impunity, sirens whined and bleated all around. It appeared that the whole vessel had devolved into crazed panic. Excellent.
Neca stuffed a long-nailed hand into one of the large pouches that were arranged around his belt. He fished about for a moment before drawing out a gold and bejewelled commlink that still proudly displayed the crest of the Techno-Union on it's polished surface. He raised it to his mouth and flicked it to life.
Hello Kaldera dear! I do hope that you had the foresight to bring a commlink and the intellect to set it to the pre-arranged channel but I don't hold out much hope. How are you anyway? It has been far too long. Have you worked out your issues yet or are you still playing up to that tired old Sith stereotype?
His words were met with static, he continued regardless. After all there was little Neca enjoyed more than the sound of his own voice
Oh one more thing. I take it that explosion was something to do with you? If so, well done! It was ever so exciting! But, I must ask... what exactly did you do? I do hope that you didn't destroy something too important. After all, the killswitch for all of those nasty battle droids that we need to convince to join us is on board this lovely vessel. We would be in an awful lot of trouble if it were to break...
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Post by Abaddon on Jan 2, 2015 13:55:59 GMT -8
The small shuttle slowly came towards the planet, possibly raising questions as it clearly was not a hyperspace enabled craft yet there was no larger ship nearby from where it could have come from. However the questions his appearance might raise did little to discourage the male aboard as he broadcasted to the planet below.
"Agamar spaceport, this is Darth Appolyon, wishing to land and retrieve biological specimens from your planet. No harm or anything is meant and this is a strictly scientific expidition."
He was only partially lying but wasn't about to disclose that fact. He guided the shuttle towards then planet, smiling as he moved a step closer towards his goals.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2016 7:27:05 GMT -8
Exiting hyperspace well out of the estimated range of any orbital patrols that whatever defensive forces Agamar might have in place, a lone Bes'uliik starfighter cuts its engines and powers down all non-essential systems to minimize the chances it may be detected. The Bes'uliik's pilot, Lorcan Bralor, brings the starfighter's sensors back online after several moments pass without any indication that his presence has raised any alarms, likely due to the fact he had selected a realspace reentry point so far from the world he has come to scout out at his elder brother's behest in case the Clans ultimately agree to the suggestion that Agamar would be a useful out post or staging ground for future Mando'ade expansion, in addition to providing access to agricultural and other resources.
Watching the sensor data beginning to scroll across his boards, Lorcan settles in to conduct his initial intelligence gathering, mentally calculating how long he should wait before moving stealthily to another area to continue his efforts to determine what level of resistance the Mando'ade might encounter should they move to occupy Agamar.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2016 2:25:34 GMT -8
After having, over the course of three days, moved carefully to several points in space around Agamar to observe and gain an understanding of how and where the world's orbital defenses are situated and deployed, Lorcan moves on to the second stage of his mission. After sending an encrypted transmission to Manda'yaim containing the results of his surveillance and scouting efforts thus far, which includes suggestions as to how a stealthy insertion of the scouting force that will be joining Lorcan on Agamar's surface would best be made, Lorcan brings his Bes'uliik starfighter's systems back online and maneuvers skillfully and clandestinely to a small gap in the orbital patrols being conducted currently, and then makes for the planet's surface.
Hours after the Bes'uliik has successfully made its way to the small world's surface, a Kom'rk-class transport bearing a total of twenty eight Mando'ade of Clan Bralor, emerges from hyperspace outside of the estimated range of orbital patrols suggested by Lorcan's surveillance mission, and then, after allowing enough time to pass to determine whether their presence had been detected as well as conduct their own surveillance to verify that the gap in Agamar's orbital patrols their Clansman had observed is still open, makes its way clandestinely to the point on Agamar's surface where Lorcan is waiting for them.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 18:31:15 GMT -8
A Bes'uliik starfighter zips from Agamar's surface to orbit, where it immediately reorients course and makes for an outer edge of the planet's gravity well before winking from view as it enters hyperspace.
Not long after the Bes'uliik has come and gone, a Kom'rk-class transport shoots upwards from the surface of the planet, repeating the starfighter's actions and entering hyperspace as soon as it has cleared Agamar's gravity well.
While the arrivals and departures of both vessels go unnoticed, the future results of those clandestine visitations will be far, far more visible.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2016 5:26:28 GMT -8
Emerging from hyperspace far from the sensor range of any patrols Agamar's defensive fleet might have watching over the planet that the Mando'ade and First Order have chosen to take together as part of a treaty soon to be signed, the Mando'ade fleet - consisting of a battle-scarred Keldabe-class battle ship with its compliment of 36 Bes'uliik starfighters; Kom'rk class fighters to act as landing transports; Tra'kad-class transports to act as fire support or transports; and M22-Krayt gunships - spreads out with several M22-Krayt gunships patrolling the outermost borders of the position that had been chosen as the rallying point for the Mando'ade and First Order forces for the battle to come.
The fleet, comprised primarily of troops and ships from Clan Bralor, is under the command of Torin Bralor - the Be'Mando'ade Cabur or leader of clan Bralor - who watches from the forward viewport of the Ragnhailt, the Keldabe-class battle ship serving as the fleet's flagship, as the ships under his command emerge from hyperspace and take up their positions to await the arrival of the First Order ships that will be joining them.
Nodding after his XO informs him that all of their ships have arrived and assumed their positions, with all scout and patrol ships having been deployed to begin patrolling their assigned routes, Torin remains standing with his hands clasped behind his back to watch the activity out of the battle ship's forward viewport.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 7, 2016 13:39:26 GMT -8
The sensors on the Mandalorian fleet would detect oncoming hyperspace signatures from deeper within the Imperial Sector. Out of hyperspace came a trio of warships, an Imperial I-class Star Destroyer, escorted by a pair of Vic IIs. It was a minor force sent by the First Order, but given their military heightening along the borders with the Jedi Order and their unknown Alliance friends, the Supreme Commander could only divert a small force for this operation.
On the bridge of the Imperial I, Praetorian, stood the commanding officer of the task force, General Artemis Delvardus. With him was his deputy commander, Captain Blackwall, and an person who was in the transitional period of joining the First Order, a certain Zuka Tarkin. Artemis turns to his sensor officer who detects the presence of Mandalorian vessels nearby. The General nods and orders a hailing frequency to the ships.
Mandalorian fleet, this is General Artemis Delvardus of the First Order. Am I speaking with the Clan Bralor?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2016 22:29:05 GMT -8
Notified by his sensor crews when the First Order's fleet emerges from hyperspace, Torin turns from the forward viewport of his ship to the holographic display projected near his command chair to watch the representations of the trio of arriving ships to get a picture of how their combined might is arrayed at the moment. Nodding to his comms officer when hailed by General Delvardus, the Be'Mando'ade Cabur of clan Bralor replies, This is Be'Mando'ade Cabur Bralor, General Delvardus. I will be leading the Mando'ade orbital forces, with Sol'yc ver'alorn Faelan Bralor, who met with your Supreme Commander to negotiate our alliance with the First Order, leading our ground forces.
Seating himself in his command chair, the sixty five year old human rests his chin atop his steepled fingertips and asks, It is my understanding that we will first formally finalize the treaty between the Mando'ade and the First Order, and then begin our joint campaign?
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Jul 7, 2016 22:35:09 GMT -8
The sensors on the Mandalorian fleet would detect oncoming hyperspace signatures from deeper within the Imperial Sector. Out of hyperspace came a trio of warships, an Imperial I-class Star Destroyer, escorted by a pair of Vic IIs. It was a minor force sent by the First Order, but given their military heightening along the borders with the Jedi Order and their unknown Alliance friends, the Supreme Commander could only divert a small force for this operation.
On the bridge of the Imperial I, Praetorian, stood the commanding officer of the task force, General Artemis Delvardus. With him was his deputy commander, Captain Blackwall, and an person who was in the transitional period of joining the First Order, a certain Zuka Tarkin. Artemis turns to his sensor officer who detects the presence of Mandalorian vessels nearby. The General nods and orders a hailing frequency to the ships.Mandalorian fleet, this is General Artemis Delvardus of the First Order. Am I speaking with the Clan Bralor? Blackwall stood at ease off to the left behind General Delvardus on the bridge of the Praetorian.He was armored fully in the highly polished Stormtrooper armor minus the helmet. That was clipped at his left hip. His hair was neatly slicked back and his facial hair was trimmed to the allowable regulation length. Normally, facial hair was frowned upon, but given his performance record over Csilla, he was granted lenience. His team, Fireteam Castle, was in the hangar bay ensuring everything was prepped for the ground assault. For the moment, his job was to remain alongside the General and ensure everything was running smoothly. Knowing little about space engagements didn't help the situation. Being in space combat always gave him a sense of unease. Most likely due to the fact that he was relying on others for is continued safety. Having seen the fleet in action against the Chiss Expeditionary Fleet had changed his attitude towards the fly-boys, but it still did little about his unease. He preferred to be on the ground calling the shots. At least with dirt beneath his boots, he could guarantee the survival of his team and himself.Blackwall remained at ease off to the General's left until the General addressed him or dismissed him.
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Post by Fireteam Castle [Retired] on Jul 7, 2016 23:03:24 GMT -8
Praetorian Hangar Deck.
Second Lieutenant Ramirez, otherwise known by his callsign Helo, sat on a stack of crates next to their Atmospheric Assault Lander. He was having a pep talk with the team's youngest member, Dex Locke, otherwise known as Viper.
Helo saw Viper as his adopted kid brother. Viper's legitimate older brother was killed on Muunilinst during the InterGalactic Banking Clan insurrection. Shaken by that, Helo decided to take it upon himself to look out for the kid.
"It's gonna be loud. It's gonna be hectic and it's gonna be messy. Keep your wits about you and stick with me. I'll make sure you make it through this. We good?"
The youthful, dark skinned face of Dex Locke nodded.
"Yeah Helo. We good. I got this, alright."
Helo grinned broadly and patted the kid on the shoulder.
"I knew I could count on you. You always were quick to adjust. It's a good trait in a trooper."
As Helo finished up his pep talk with Viper, the rest of the team was hanging out by the supply crates being loaded onto their AAL. Sergeant Blake "Flip" Ferguson was the first to speak up.
"So, what do you think the Old Man is up to on the bridge with the General?"
The team's tech expert, Jericho Von Doellen was the first to speak up.
"Probably getting a happy ending from the First Commissar, am I right Reaper?"
Orion's face was lit with glee as he teased his teammate. The stoic face of Nolan Winters remained neutral as he replied.
"You shut your whore mouth when you speak about the First Commissar. Show some respect, you idjit. 'sides, she ain't on this tub. Just her brother is."
And he smacked Orion on the back of the head. Orion in turn, giggled like a child as he ducked. At the point, Helo and Viper returned to the group.
"Lock it down, you two. Now is not the time for fracking around. Make yourselves useful and give the knuckdraggers a hand loading this gear."
Before anyone could begin to complain, he used a more stern voice.
"Move it."As Reaper turned to leave, Helo called out to him."Not you Reaper. We need you to gear up for a sniper op. Rumor has it that we are working with the Mandos on this op."
That was all Helo had to say. Reaper nodded and jogged off towards the lift. He was heading back to the armory to changed his loadout to better suit the operational parameters of the mission. Helo watched him go, reached into the neck of his armor and pulled out a piece of Japor. He kissed it and stuffed it back down beneath his body glove. If they were working with the Mandalorians on this Op, they needed all the luck they could get.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 8, 2016 7:16:51 GMT -8
Notified by his sensor crews when the First Order's fleet emerges from hyperspace, Torin turns from the forward viewport of his ship to the holographic display projected near his command chair to watch the representations of the trio of arriving ships to get a picture of how their combined might is arrayed at the moment. Nodding to his comms officer when hailed by General Delvardus, the Be'Mando'ade Cabur of clan Bralor replies, This is Be'Mando'ade Cabur Bralor, General Delvardus. I will be leading the Mando'ade orbital forces, with Sol'yc ver'alorn Faelan Bralor, who met with your Supreme Commander to negotiate our alliance with the First Order, leading our ground forces. Seating himself in his command chair, the sixty five year old human rests his chin atop his steepled fingertips and asks, It is my understanding that we will first formally finalize the treaty between the Mando'ade and the First Order, and then begin our joint campaign? Aye, that is correct, Be'Mando'ade Cabur Bralor. I have been invested with the authority, by our Supreme Commander, to formalize and negotiate the Treaty of Agamar, which will finalize the alliance between the First Order and the Mandalorian clans. I assume then that Faelon aliit Bralor was able to convince the clans of the benefits of making such ties with the First Order?Artemis had been one of the few who remained silent during the debate between the senior commanders on the treaty with the Mandalorian clans. Some were quite upset, believing their Supreme Commander had forgotten what had befallen Muunilist because of the Mandos. However, their dissident voices were silenced by his older brother and his Stormtroopers, whose rifles were enough to make them choke on their own words. The General knew the truth behind the attack on Muunilist, just as Nicademus and a few others did. The Supreme Commander was able to persuade others to agree to this, noting the benefits of having Mandalorians on the frontlines of their coming campaigns.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jul 8, 2016 13:10:57 GMT -8
The sensors of all orbiting vessels, imperial and mandalorian registered another vessel emerging from hyperspace. A single Bulwark III Battle Cruiser Tarkin flashed into position near the First Order's flotilla. Zuka stood watch upon the bridge of his new and untested battleship, in his hands he held a data pad which gave him access to his vessel's communication system. Opening a channel only to General Delvardus...
This is Lord Tarkin, at your convenience I require a sit rep.
The crew was new, but well trained all throughout the massive ship engineers, officers, technicians busied themselves in their work. The vessel was a hive of activity each understanding what was at stake and each knowing their role. Every single member of the crew was a native to Eriadu and was well familiar with there leader and his family. Their dedication knew no bounds, to them Agamar was the beginning of their fight to restore the imperial standard of life. In the hangar bay Zuka's commandos finalized their preparations for a potential battle.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Jul 8, 2016 13:25:04 GMT -8
* A holo transmission notification is sent to Lord Tarkin from Thrakks starship awaiting to be acknowledged so that message would play*
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jul 8, 2016 13:34:09 GMT -8
Zuka notices the transmission and switches channels to respond to the new transmission.
This Lord Zuka Zammanee Tarkin, identify yourself immediately.
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Jul 8, 2016 13:54:02 GMT -8
* With acceptance of the notification, the message is routed to the ships holo emitter on the bridge. After a few seconds a life sized holo image appears standing next to Zuka. The black robed holo image lowers his hood and bows slightly*
" Lord Tarkin, I apologize for the abruptness of this message. I am Thrakk Valinor, Imperial Hand and personal Enforcer of Supreme Commander Nicadmeus. I am currently checking on the progress of our campaign on Dantooine and will be on my shortly to Agamar. I request that upon my arrival we could meet in person to discuss the possibility of working together "
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jul 8, 2016 14:06:29 GMT -8
Appears I have no choice in the matter. I will see you soon then.
Zuka thought to himself attempting to figure out if he knew the man contacting him. After a few moments he nodded to Commander Remus to prepare for the Imperial Hand's arrival.
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