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Post by Whill Shaman Kahul on Jun 30, 2018 9:37:09 GMT -8
*The Crait outpost was an outpost of the Alliance to Restore the Republic on the mineral planet of Crait.*
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on Jan 15, 2020 15:27:40 GMT -8
"Salt"
Senator Ostrenis was one knee down on the salty crust covering the whole surface. The dust underneath was red as blood: footprints and tracks were scarring the purely white surface. He was wearing a typical Galactic Alliance garb, a flightsuit, blaster crossed on his back. He had touched the ground and licked the white grains that had adhered on the gloves' surface. The Duros gets up with a grunt and stands on his feet again, stretching his back. Voon smiles, albeit very slightly.
"Hehe, the reports weren't inaccurate"
"Yeah. Our predecessors weren't that bad looking for places to hole up. This one is promising"
The who Quarren replied, Rago Tumanis, was a valiant pilot and a good friend. Before them both laid a line of trenches, abandoned towers and an colossal structure: an enormous gate covering up a whole abandoned Rebel base, with all the needed facilities. At least they hoped as much. The CR90 Jan Dodonna was landed behind them, the tripulation preparing the required repulsor vehicles and lifts to move the needed ammunitions and equipment, including computers and tactical instruments.
"It's even better, no-one knows this is even here"
The Quarren turns his tentacled face to look at the senator. His bead-like eyes stare at Voon with a hint of curiosity.
"And... how did you?"
"Oh well, the salvaged intel from the Alliance was very informative. We have records of several more Rebel bases, though only this remained largerly undiscovered and abandoned. And, seemingly there's no sentient life on the planet. The First Order, the Empire or whatever they style themselves lately knows bantha shit about this place"
"Just perfect. No-one to snitch us out"
"I believe as much. Yeah, we should be going"
They got close to the gigantic gate. Almost all the crew was starting to work on the site, examining the tunnels, the trenches, the fortifications.
"Six Spiezoc V-232 artillery emplacements, senator, and seven V-120. turbolasers They're functional, surprisingly: can be activated with minimal repairs and replacing few missing bits"
"Thanks, Adilah. We'll need a batanna gas shipment to power them up"
Replied the Duros to a dark-skinned woman Adilah Manitis, hailing from Chandrila. So... Now, they had anti-air and anti-vehicles artillery. The larger turbolasers could probably fell lesser walkers: alas, they could hardly fight the ordnance of one of those huge MegaCaliber Sixes from the First Order. The Quarren was examing an holographic projection. They both were under the unrelenting sun of that salt dessert.
"The trenches and subterranean system is quite extensive. It covers up the whole plain, well defended it'll be a hard wroshyr nut"
The Quarren points at two different places.
"And we got water, subterranean supply, sufficient"
"Glad to hear"
Both keep walking towards the base. The machinery shrieks and grunts as the gate is raised. The Duros' eyes -many times better than any Human's in pitch black rooms- saw several shapes in the darkness, crystal foxes, seemingly only native to the planet; they ran away as soon as they entered the excavated base.
"Bring all the equipment!"
The senator gestured to the tripulation and officers started barking orders. The lifters and repulsors started entering base, their cargo slowly being arranged on the spacious hall behind the gate. Voon inspected the ceiling and several adjacent rooms, finally taking a seat in an old excavated chamber, clearly used as control room in years past. It still had the controls to operate the various mining machines and the very own gate. He lits an holodisk. The Quarren places a hand on the Duros' shoulder and looks at the projection.
"Alright, let's see"
"We got a... command post here"
"Good, install the computers and holoconsoles right there and... there!"
There was some antiquated stuff gathering dust around, but fortunately they had modern equipment ready. Well, not so modern, but they'll work around it.
"Several hangar bays... one, two, three... and four"
"Four?"
"Yes, on the upper half of the gate. Protected by the shielding. Still working"
"Our starfighters could be placed there, including your A-wing..."
"Huttese hells, why not"
Both aliens were focused on examining the schematics when a Human, wearing the blue uniform of the GA, arrived. Even if it was half-buttoned, the uniform looked out of place in the dusty room, specially compared to both Aliens in a flightsuit.
"Captain!"
"Senator!"
The captain nods and wipes sweat from his forehead. He had helmet hair. The said helmet rested on his left arm.
"We found thirteen old V-4X-D ski speeders, in two of the hangars. They're almost derelict, but they can fly. Certainly, they can be repaired"
"Useful for patroling the perimeter, I guess, cannot discard anything. Absolutely anything"
The Duros tilted his head, he then looks back at both officers in the room.
"What else?"
"Not much"
"We do have ample room for personnel, right there. Ample barracks"
"Yeah, the ceiling is fine, we'll have running water as soon as possible and power is working"
Both the Duros and the Quarren nod.
"The medical center here. It even has conduits and pipes that we can adapt to place the bacta tank"
"This as briefing chamber?"
"A bit pedestrian, but better than nothing. And, here, storage"
"Yeah, sounds good. We'll have everything ready faster than saying Centerpoint Station"
"Exactly. And we can always excavate more..."
"Not that we need it, now"
"Yes, yes, I know"
The Duros waves a hand.
"Come on, captain, fly the CR90, we can fit it in here"
"Another advantage, we can protect our mighty fleet"
Voon laughs.
"Will be an issue when we have more than four ships"
"Better than nothing"
"Hey, hey, let's toast"
The captain produced a flask of Corellian whiskey, they shared it like partners, while the particles of dust hung in the air, illuminated by the sunset.
"For the Resistance!"
Said the Duros, raising a small shot glass.
"That's seriously how we're going to call it?"
"Yeah, you kidding? For real?"
"My good gentlemen, rebelling is out of fashion, but resisting..."
He shrugs, both the Quarren and the captain laugh. Hopeful. The sun bathed their shoulders, adorned with the raising phoenix. From the ashes, time and time again...
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on Jan 17, 2020 2:41:17 GMT -8
The hangar bay's door openned and the newly-fixed speeder was launched at frenetic speed. It soon deployed its stabilizer, leaving a crimson trail of dust behind its tail. The techs cheered and clapped.
"It worked!"
Said the Duros, taking a peek at the flying speeder down below. One of their attempts had almost ended in catastrophical failure, but this time they got it to work.
"Senator, we'll have them working as a charm soon enough"
Voon pats the Bith female's back.
"Excellent! When they're ready I'll get the boys to pilot them in scouting runs"
The senator was in an excellent mood, whistling as he went down in the mine shaft, using a turbolift. Soon he was below, floor level, and headed for the newly-installed command center, the computers and equipment beeping and chirping. There were some astromechs, including the senator's azure R2 unit, a pretty reliable and light-hearted companion, one must say. Voon touched it's blue dome when it rolled to salute the senator. The droid held vital assets within it's powerful brain unit.
"Senator, all systems functional"
He had approached the work place of Adilah Manitis. The R2 chirping and trailing happily behind the senator.
"What about the shielding?"
"We got it up and kicking. We cannot be picked apart from space, sir"
"Excellent. Avoiding being glassed by a 'wedgie' always cheers one up. Keep going"
He smiles to the Chandrilan tech. The Duros' ears catch the familiar sound of New Alderaanian soles scratching the floor with martial energy. Then, the Dodonna's captain appears within Voon's sight.
"Well, well, captain Lantt"
"Sir!"
The former GA soldier saluted.
"The turbolasers are workin'! We had some tinkerin' to do, but yeah, ready to blast"
"Let's hope we don't have to reach that point"
"Yeah, well..."
"The cave properly scanned now?"
"Of course, senator, we mapped it. There's an extensive system of caves and tunnels, but we got them properly covered up"
The Quarren, Rogo, arrives, the pants of his flightsuit dirty with red dust.
"Voon... I mean, senator"
The Duros laughs. It was a weird cacophony.
"Tell me"
"We got room for several thousand people here. We even have machines to excavate and make new spaces at need, senator"
"Splendid, I knew that if in its time this could help the whole Alliance it had to be big and good enough"
"Shame we're still less than one hundred"
"Some rebel cells started with less, Rago"
The senator puts his long arm across the Quarren's shoulders.
"If you put it that way... I might be able to sleep at night"
He chuckles and his tentacles move, playful. Voon pats his back.
"Sir, the intel we needed it's ready"
"Excuse me, duty calls. Rago, resume your search for a secondary exit, please"
"Alright"
While the Quarren left the senator was already looking over a console, the tech at the helm having stepped to a side.
"Hummm, interesting. Just what we needed"
Voon keyed the console and the details and specifications rolled before his red eyes.
"Anoth"
An obscure planet. Galactic Alliance intel said it had been shelter and retreat of the Solos, the closest they had to a royal galactic family -and whose descendants still wandered the galaxy, albeit Voon didn't know who or how many there were- and it had, most importantly, a fortress. It had been laying there for many years, under everyone's radar, but the GA had kept watch on the planet until very recently. The fortress mentioned could mean... supplies. They could scavenge it: power generators, weaponry, intel, whatever.
"Prepare the ship, we're leaving in a rotation"
He steps back from the console and heads for his quarters. He hoped the GA intel would prove valuable yet again, just like the schematics stored in the ship's computer could prove to be an essential bargaining chip. His R2 chirped, slight concern in its "voice". Slow, moving its dome, side to side, it followed Ostrenis-Massa to his chambers.
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on Jan 23, 2020 2:40:17 GMT -8
"Today is an important day"Said the Quarren, wearing his white flightsuit. He was walking, both hands clasped behing back, his face's tentacles twirling with excitement. "Today sets the beginning of a new age, for all of us"Men, women, aliens of many shapes stood before him. "Starfighters are the backbone the Rebellion was build on. They brought down two Death Stars, they brought down the Executor and the Imperial pride"Most his audience were pilots, many of them new conscripts from Zhar system, Anoath sector and places from the Core and the Mid Rim. "Today, we claim a legacy. The senator made me a commander and instructed me to create a full squadron to fight for freedom across all the Galaxy, to bring hope where there's none. And that's why we're here today"Voon nods from the back of the briefing room. "I want to reform the Red Squadron of fame. They were in Scariff, they were in Yavin IV and beyond. They were the original squadron of the Rebellion, their first heroes"
He clenched one fist.
"All of you here are capable pilots, though not all of you will be Reds, only twelve. We're going to be at the front, there will be cassualties. We have to fight in unison, like a family. To trust each other and watch our backs. This will be the most dangerous assignement of your lives, but it'll be worth it!"
The commander looks at those present.
"Who's with me?"... Soon thereafter, Voon was on his office, signing the document that had instituted the squadron. He looked at the roster, proud. A Red Squadron again crossed the stars, a Red Squadron would again fight and bring hope to remote systems. The senator felt meaningful, filled with purpose and determination. Hopeful. And that was what mattered, what rebellions were made of. Not only they had gained the Anodyne, that could house a full fighter wing, but also a new squadron, new manpower. No-one said it would be fast or even it would be successful, but at least they were slowly thriving. If the deal with the Coallition and Gorgano paid off... it would be hugely benefitial. Even his father would eventually see the reason behind his actions.
Red Squadron:
Red Leader, Red 1: Commander Rago Tumanis. -Species, gender (if any): Male Quarren. -Homeplanet: Dac. -Fighter: T-90 X-wing. Red 2: Lieutenant Rocka Hardoo. -Species, gender (if any): Male Abednedo. -Homeplanet: Abednedo. -Fighter: A/SF-03 B-wing starfighter. Red 3: Sargeant Radini Chavdri. -Species, gender (if any): Male Human. -Homeplanet: Chandrila. -Fighter: RZ-2 A-wing. Red 4: Lieutenant Jian Nunb. -Species, gender (if any): Male Sullustan. -Homeplanet: Sullust. -Fighter: A/SF-03 B-wing starfighter. Red 5: Lieutenant Arnella Lissanti. -Species, gender (if any): Female Human. -Homeplanet: Pippip 3. -Fighter: RZ-2 A-wing. Red 6: Yolantha Parvetta. -Species, gender (if any): Female Human. -Homeplanet: Dandoran. -Fighter: T-70 X-wing. Red 7: Aftab-Lee Kolina. -Species, gender (if any): Male Mon Calamari. -Homeplanet: Dac. -Fighter: T-70 X-wing. Red 8: Yolo Jenkiss. -Species, gender (if any): Male Human. -Homeplanet: Brentaal IV. -Fighter: T-70 X-wing. Red 9: Lu'olo Massa. -Species, gender (if any): Male Duro. -Homeplanet: Duro. -Fighter: T-70 X-wing. Red 10: Namura Odanda Doh. -Species, gender (if any): Female Human. -Homeplanet: Jaymir. -Fighter: RZ-2 A-wing. Red 11: Lila Gozante Ornelio. -Species, gender (if any): Female Human. -Homeplanet: Humbarine. -Fighter: BTL-S4 Y-wing. Red 12: Sebasto Vandrol. -Species, gender (if any): Male Human. -Homeplanet: Messert. -Fighter: BTL-S4 Y-wing.
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on Feb 2, 2020 11:55:03 GMT -8
Everything had been set up and arranged for the momentous event. The console was lit up, waiting. It was a potent transponder, able to conduct long-range communications. Voon Ostrenis-Massa keyed the machine, starting the message.
"Here Fulcrum, leader of the Resistance. We're fighting for the Galaxy and its people. We send word out, we seek allies and supporters. Contact us back using this frequency if you do harbor hope or you are resisting as much as we do. Despotism must be ended. Communication ended"
The call is sent. Voon had access to some old Rebel frequencies. There must be still some allies out there, maybe in the Outer Rim, some still sympathetic to their cause and the democracy. Rebel cells, likely-minded individuals and collectives. Someone. This was rather desperate, but the senator expected someone to be listening, someone to call back or make contact. He nervously pitter-patters the console as he nods to his aide and the technicians. Then, he walked back to his office, with a sigh. Hope, hope had to be preserved. At least now they had a frigate, the Red Squadron and few more recruits. The base was now way more busy than it had been and the place had been wholy transformed. The senator walked proudly through the hallways, nodding and saluting left and right, talking and chating. Droids carried maintenance, pilots and troopers drilled and worked out, technicians kept the assets working and administrative and logistics personel kept the machine going. Soon, Voon would go back to Corellia, maybe his efforts at getting some funding and supplies from them would work it. He hoped Starmane would be willing to cooperate.
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on Feb 7, 2020 10:31:56 GMT -8
"Report"
The senator was sitting behind the oval desk aboard the consular ship. The ship had just arrived from a mission and it was still but landing inside the gaping mouth of the rebel base. Voon didn't want to trust the information to a long-range communicator.
"Sir, we got a response in several frequencies"
The corvette landed with a thud, the ground crew approaching to refuel and undertake menial maintenance jobs. The engineers checked the state of the large engines and several droids went up and down the ship doing their errands. The senator walked down his flagship, while talking on the comm to aide Kadrin.
"Go on"
"Several smaller Rebel cells in the Outer rim have arranged rendevouz points, proposed to join us"
The senator nodded, wrapped in his cloak.
"Run the proper checks. We have to know they can be trusted. We have to avoid being caught by surprise by any Imperial double agent or fall into a trap: our very survival depends on it"
"Of course, sir"
He could almost hear the aide writing down orders and instructions in her datapad.
"Numbers?"
"They range from three hundred to a mere twenty"
"Any assets, apart from manpower?"
"Starting with... starfighters, sir.... at least we will be able to form up two new squadrons in little time. Posibly, a fourth and a fifth with some effort, senator. Typically-issued Republic models, including X-wings, U-wings, Y-wings, B-wings and A-wings"
"That's stunning. Time to revive the Blue, Green, Grey and Black squadrons, it seems"
"Undoubtedly, sir"
"What else?"
The senator saluted a couple droids and an alien technician before entering his personal quarters, the doors sliding behind his back.
"Few freighters, a corvette and a cargo frigate, senator Voon, I will send the specifications"
Data danced before his eyes in holographic shape.
"A Virgilia-class and a Vakbeor. A pair of old GR-75. A Baleen-class heavy freighter. Not the best, certainly, but they will suffice"
Now, they could have a small flotilla. The firepower was still very small, but they could be more daring trying to raid Imperial supplies and assisting Rebel cells all over the outer fringes of the Galaxy. And they could now afford to move a substantial amount of personel and cargo from one system to another. Evacuation could be fairly easier with the addition of a few transports. Voon looked at the holoprojected shapes, pensive.
"Go on..."
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on Feb 8, 2020 14:53:36 GMT -8
"Senator!"
The Quarren Rago Tumanis, Red Leader, had bursted into the senator's office so suddenly that one of his aides dropped a pile of datapads and Voon almost spilled his caff all over the polished steel surface of his desk. Ko-Do-Taah, a Cerean, gasps:
"I almost had a double-heart attack, Tumanis!"
"What? What?"
Everyone had turned to face the newcomer. Slowly, Voon had been fleshing the administrative branches of the Resistance, including a ministry of propaganda, one of finances, another of industry and a fourth dedicated to infraestructure development. The Cerean, Ko-Do-Taah, former senator of her home system, served as a very efficient minister of propaganda, while Kanikah D'allis, female black-skinned human member of Balmorran government prior the death of the GA, served as minister of industry, Ya Do'An -female Bith, an anarchist at heart, ironically expert in macroeconomics and market economies, forced by circumstances to serve as minister- was an efficient administrator in charge of finances and Tok Takk, a rough Tognath, was in charge of infraestructure. All five were hard at work, acompanied and supported by aides and secretaries, when the Quarren abruptly appeared.
"I have received an important comm"
"Please, talk"
The Quarren seemed agitated.
"One of the frequencies was replied using a GA military code, Voon... I mean, senator. It seems a MC75 cruiser, part of Dac's defense fleet, had taken shelter in one of Lothal's larger water masses. As of today they remain undisturbed, but they feel threatened and request to join us. Ship and crew and several other assets. They had been in contact with Lothal's government and among those in charge there's one who had access to old rebel codes"
The senator placed the caff's glass over a pile of papers, so surprised that he didn't fear to ruin the carefully-written paperwork.
"That's..."
Voon, de facto chief of state, raised from the seat, as abruptly as the Quarren had entered the chamber.
"Prepare the Dodonna! And the Red Squadron, we're leaving in less than an hour. Everyone ready to go! Hurry! Load the ship with medical supplies and fuel canisters in case the MC75's tripulation or fuel reserves are compromised"
"Yes, sir!"
The Quarren turned heels and left, as Voon did as much to his room to change into a flightsuit and field gear. Soon thereafter, senator, guards, troopers, technicians and an assortment of droids entered the CR90 corvette. The Red Squadron took off from the double hangar bays on top of the massive gate, while the CR90 lit its sublight engines and left the cavern below. They entered open space quickly and, coordinates ready, entered hyperspace in few standard minutes.
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on Feb 18, 2020 5:21:22 GMT -8
The deal with Starmane was being fruitful, Voon thought as he walked by newly-arrived crates of equipment. They had been able to revive several more squadrons and the times when the Resistance comprised just a corvette and three fighters seemed long past. Blue, Red, Gray, Green and Gold Squadrons were now flying in missions all over the Outer Rim and even making ventures into First Order space, small raids and skirmishes. Their most daring venture had successfully brought down an Inmobilizer cruiser over Drall, a mission which involved rescuing a former senator from the clutches of an Imperial prison ship: one that almost ended with the obliteration of Blue Squadron thanks to the gravity wells of the Imperial cruiser. But, Red Leader Tumanis had managed to save the day: the Quarren gained a promotion that day, General Tumanis, leader of all of the Resistance's fighter wing. Voon was used to such perilous situations: it always seemed they only survived by a mere whim of the living Force.
The senator calmly reviews a file -a shipping report on newly-minted X-wings, from Incom- on the second upper hangar, where a dozen starfighters were being mantained by a crew of droids and technicians. Considering they were never overflowing with personel the Resistance employed a large number of droids. Compared to the Empire, Voon and his people cared for the droids and treated them like actual companions, which, unsurprisingly, had made them work hard and enthusiastically. A number of rolling BB units passed by, chirping a salute to the senator; he waved a hand in response, smiling. The resources and credits provided by the Coalition had allowed them to purchase blasters, Tibanna gas, plastoid armor, newly-issued parts, replacements, new droids and even new powerful starfighters. Plus, the deal with Gorgano had been useful in certain situations, with Fulcrum sending the baron useful intel in exchange of the Fondorian sharing information about Rebel cells that had fruitlessly contacted the Coalition seeking a support that they couldn't deliver. But Fulcrum heard. And he delivered. Squadrons had been deployed, freighters and transports sent, evacuations conducted. Now, Crait was a hub of activity. Thousands of freedom fighters populated the former Rebel outpost and the Resistance had branched. Now, Voon led a sizable administrative apparatus and several ministers.
Ostrenis looked from the open viewport to the base's defenses below. The original trenches had been enlarged twofold, now comprising four rings of defenses, defended by large ion cannons and turbolasers, some of them repurposed from decommissioned capital ships. The defenses now were larger and more formidable than even those at Hoth. If only they had an Ion cannon... He wrapped himself tight in his large cloak, the borders fluttering in Crait's powerful wind. Suddenly, an alarm beeped, a voice in alien language sending a warning through the speakers.
"Senator! Sandstorm!"
Said, stating the obvious, a 3PO unit, with a blue chasis.
"Time to close the base!"
Like a well-oiled machine or an animal seeking shelter on its shell, the base shut itself from the outside. He could see the Resistance troopers and member seeking shelter underground or inside the massive facilities, while the gate were lowered, closing off the whole base. As always, the personel let local fauna seek shelter inside, including the beautiful crystal foxes, which had grown used to the presence of the Resistance on their habitat. At times large storms would hit hard the place, the wings howling and dust covering the whole surface. Scanners showed that they covered many miles, sometimes even half of the salt desert the base was located in, beating the place with unexpected ferocity until its wrath receded and tranquility returned. The world became red outside, like a torment of doom, covering everything with a dark veil, the sun disappeared, swallowed by the sandstorm and there was night where once was light. Lightning bursted high over the plains, like a crown of madness. One could even glance what seemed like large masses of moving beasts crossing the desert, moving mountains veiled by the fierce flying red dust. And, suddenly, the red sand was settled again, the sun defiantly shining in the sky, like a phoenix. There was always tranquility after the storm, thought the senator, hands clasped behind his back, having a moment to himself, pensive. Soon, the activity resumed all around him and one of his ministers was approaching him at good pace from the nearest turbolift.
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on Apr 14, 2020 5:43:17 GMT -8
The rock was being excavated with laser and mechanical drills, carefully carving a bed into the cliff's hard rock for the adquired weapon. The latest shipment coming from the Coalition had been a gracious one, Gorgano somehow managed to send the parts of a disassembled planetary defense ion cannon, probably a repurposed gun from an old decomissioned and salvaged ship. Whatever, thought the senator, as the workers continued carving the control room where the technicians hurried themselves setting up the circuitry and the necessary computers. Now, the base was a formidable stronghold: rows of land-to-land and land-to-air defenses, a strong shielding, an almost-impossible to crack gate and, to top it all, an ion cannon. Voon wiped the red dust from his cloak as he entered the turbolift to reach the surface level again. On the way down, he started reading the latest report on the last venture of Red Squadron, luckily, they could retrieve the asset they were looking for, a slicer, condemned to death by a local governor. The said specialist had been part of New Republic intelligence before its dissolution. And they had need of his expertise.
...
The door slid open, revealing a well-lit chamber, fully excavated on the rocks, full to the brim with equipment, including powerful computers. On a tabble, in the middle, laid a dismantled red droid, the one which had one harbored the malignant will of Palpatine. The Ardennian slicer was hard at work with the processing unit within the droid's polished dome. He was being assisted by several other workers and a few droids.
"Senator!"
He adressed, four arms doing four different tasks.
"Gal Troygos, report"
The tall lanky figure of the Resistance's leader towered over the small furry alien. The slicer removed its googles to look at Voon.
"Hard to ascertain. This thing here is such a sophisticated work, clearly great care was put into it. And... there's some devious intelligence behind the design of its core unit"
He moved around, tampering with the droid's head.
"The data is behind so many firewalls that I lost count and there're physical deterrements, because it's made of chromium alloy, highly resistant, had to cut it with a potent laser drill"
Voon nods, indicating he might proceed.
"However, this is Imperial craft, I'm used to their ways of doing things"
Rows of numbers and data started appearing on a small screen, cables running up and down the droid's central unit.
"Oheeey, I think I did it"
The Ardennian blinked twice, surprised. Voon narrows his red eyes trying to catch some info in the myriad of data leaking from the droid's brain.
"That's a good deal of data..."
"I'm storing it on a disk, you can review it soon"
"Thanks, you did a good job, undoubtedly"
Said the Duros. That droid might have held something invaluable within it's shell, but it would require a lot of data digging and analysis to bring it forth. They were lucky to capture it on Endor, without damaging whatever intel it had stored.
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on May 8, 2020 12:07:37 GMT -8
"Don't..."
The Duros pointed an admonitory finger at the trespasser.
"Don't you dare...!"
The cup fell to the floor, breaking in pieces, while Monad grimaced from ear to ear.
"Oh, you lousy cat!"
The Loth-cat ran away from the desk, while the senator ran after him, with a rolled map, trying to hit it.
"Last time you spill my caf you ferking son of...!"
The door slids open.
"Senator!"
Voon freezes on the spot, trying to regain composure while the Loth-cat, playfully, settles on the window's frame, cozy and warm. The Resistance's leader looks at him for a moment, angry, his atention returned to his aide.
"Yes?"
"We got the reviewed files sir"
"Good, pass the data to my comp"
The aide waved her datapad in close proximity to the senator's computer, transfering the information. Voon moves and takes a seat, clicking something on the holoscreen: the data was projected over the desk. Information rolled, planets and schematics appeared, covering everything in a blue light.
"Hummm... interesting. Bases and plans for contingency projects. Storehouses. Hummm... quite interesting, indeed"
Then, something made the senator pause the projection.
"Here"
"What, senator? Oh wait..."
"Yes, exactly. A dormant facility. On orbit over Ison. It's catalogued as abandoned and close of for future use in case the hold on Anoat sector faltered"
He leans back. Joyful, he pats his lap and the Loth-cat, taking the cue, leaves the window and jumps on the chief-of-state's legs, curling up in there, purring. Voon starts petting him.
"Send word to the fleet, we have to check that place, could there be something valuable"
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on May 17, 2020 9:50:36 GMT -8
The shuttle approached a huge cliff and rock formation, at the end of a large salt plain and dessert, with the mountains providing a background to the scene unfolding below. A large ion cannon protruded from the rock high over the ground, while the base itself was protected by two rows of trenches and turrets and a huge blast door of incredible size. The gate was open and ships took off and landed inside its gaping mouth. The newly-arrived shuttles soon were within the interior of the base in a carved out hangar bay. A CR90 stood in the middle of the wide open area. A hub of activity. Rock and debris was being carried outside, by-product of enlarging the base. Droids worked around in maintenance duties. Troopers drilled. Bureaucrats worked and hurried themselves with piles of datapads. The air was dry and warm, most people that could be seen wore short sleeves and pants -some aliens didn't use clothes and just wore their rank on an armband, like the Wookies-, most fitting attire for a dessertic climate. The Dac natives apparently wore some kind of water and humidity preserver around their necks, spraying moisture to keep them from fainting or suffering the heat. A Basilisk with the rank plaque of a captain arrived with heavy pace and soon as the recruits landed. Four blasters holstered at his wraist, he wore a blue uniform and was acompanied by three protocol droids.
"Alright, alright, recruits, form up, make rows please, let the droids gather your IDs and info, let's go. By the way, I'm Captain Karooni, I'm responsible for ya'all"
A blue droid approached Lintra and took over her data.
"Wait here. I will call you up in alphabetic order and ask you a few questions in there!"
He pointed at a small office carved in the rock, with a viewport to the main hangar. The Basilisk goes back to the office, whistling, few minutes later he called the first recruit. A human woman, with short-cropped hair, by the name of Aurora Alanda. An hour passed before the alien's booming voice called for the Naboo pilot:
"Lintra, Diana"
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Post by Li'nara Trasc on May 19, 2020 1:57:39 GMT -8
Lintra quickly entered the office, so far glad that it didn't take too long for her to wait.
She eventually entered the room, where the Besalisk was waiting for her, assuming that it would be the regular procedure. Questions perhaps, assignments, the usual stuff. That was at least what she had witnessed before the had entered the Warhawk program and despite the Resistance being not an actual gouvernment, it wouldn't surprise her, if they did it in a similiar way. If so, Diane hoped that it won't take longer than necessary.
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on May 19, 2020 2:08:49 GMT -8
Lintra quickly entered the office, so far glad that it didn't take too long for her to wait.
She eventually entered the room, where the Besalisk was waiting for her, assuming that it would be the regular procedure. Questions perhaps, assignments, the usual stuff. That was at least what she had witnessed before the had entered the Warhawk program and despite the Resistance being not an actual gouvernment, it wouldn't surprise her, if they did it in a similiar way. If so, Diane hoped that it won't take longer than necessary. The Basilisk was wearing small glasses, he looked comical right now. "Sorry, dear, here's me hoping you weren't much affected by the attack"He looks back at the datapad's screen. "Hummm... Pilot. You seemingly have some experience and training. Alright, alright"The captain leaves the datapad on the desk. "But, what motivated you to join the Resistance, child?" |
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Post by Li'nara Trasc on May 19, 2020 2:27:38 GMT -8
Standing in close range to the captain, Diane answered truthful.
"It is mainly, because I want to fight the injustice within the galaxy, not because I seek to kill anyone out of a personal reason", her answer was, plain and simple, "The attack on my homeworld had shown me, that there is currently no place for those to wish to remain neutral in all these conflicts, as gouvernments like the First Order don't seem to care what worlds they bring into submission. With the Fall of the Galactic Alliance it is even more than necessary to fight this threat, as otherwise Naboo won't be the only war crime being conducted. I fight for the Coalition and the Resistance, as I want to prevent further attacks, to restore hope within the galaxy."
She paused, realizing that she had said quite a lot when it came to her personal reasons.
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on May 19, 2020 3:13:17 GMT -8
Standing in close range to the captain, Diane answered truthful.
"It is mainly, because I want to fight the injustice within the galaxy, not because I seek to kill anyone out of a personal reason", her answer was, plain and simple, "The attack on my homeworld had shown me, that there is currently no place for those to wish to remain neutral in all these conflicts, as gouvernments like the First Order don't seem to care what worlds they bring into submission. With the Fall of the Galactic Alliance it is even more than necessary to fight this threat, as otherwise Naboo won't be the only war crime being conducted. I fight for the Coalition and the Resistance, as I want to prevent further attacks, to restore hope within the galaxy."
She paused, realizing that she had said quite a lot when it came to her personal reasons.
He said, removing the glasses and leaving over the desk. He clasped two of his four hands. |
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Post by Li'nara Trasc on May 19, 2020 3:42:58 GMT -8
"Because I'm a former actress and in general not a soldier", she admits openly, "The Resistance will fight the First Order probably in a similiar way like the Coalition and I still fear the moment, where I have to kill someone just because he stands between us and an unjust dictatorship - however, we can operate on a small scale, reduce the ammount of deaths and sabotage our opponents, where we can."
A brief pause followed, as Lintra looked towards the officer.
"I can be more for the Resistance than just a pilot, that's all I wanted to say. Of course the decision lies by you and your superiors for which tasks I will be of use for you."
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on May 19, 2020 4:05:44 GMT -8
"Because I'm a former actress and in general not a soldier", she admits openly, "The Resistance will fight the First Order probably in a similiar way like the Coalition and I still fear the moment, where I have to kill someone just because he stands between us and an unjust dictatorship - however, we can operate on a small scale, reduce the ammount of deaths and sabotage our opponents, where we can."
A brief pause followed, as Lintra looked towards the officer.
"I can be more for the Resistance than just a pilot, that's all I wanted to say. Of course the decision lies by you and your superiors for which tasks I will be of use for you." He said. Inspecting the young woman. "Though, all would have to take a life, if the said individual comes between us and our goals and purpose. We're an army, after all. But no-one who is innocent will suffer, we don't take lives freely, least so of those who don't diserve it"
Assured the Basilisk. "Do you have any technical knowledge? Maybe the Ground Crew and the Resistance Logistic Corps could use another hand. You would be away from field duty" |
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