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Post by RaelStarfall on Jan 10, 2016 21:09:23 GMT -8
A modified Belbullab-22 starfighter drops out of hyperspace and into orbit around the planet. The heavy fighter is in decent shape, though it's clearly seen some action as the dark blue stripe running along the center of the dorsal side of the ship has notable chunks missing or carbon scored. Once safely in orbit, the ship's pilot sends a transmission to the planet's surface...
"Hello there. I am Jedi Master Rael Starfall. I'd like to request an audience with any Jedi on this world. It's been many years since I left Dantooine, but I've completed my mission and have been looking forward to coming back home. I'm sure much has changed since my departure into the Unknown Regions so I'd greatly appreciate anyone who could help catch me up on what has transpired over the past 5 years. I shall remain in orbit for one standard day unless otherwise instructed on where to land. If no one responds, I will make my way to the Jedi Enclave where I hope I will be able to find a friendly face. Thank you and may the Force be with you.
Master Starfall flips the transmitter off before settling into a peaceful meditation while awaiting word from the planet below. Returning to Dantooine after over 5 years spent in the Unknown Regions on a secret mission to the Lao-mon System, the 41-year old Nautolan Jedi already felt an aura of calm settling around him simply by being back near the planet he protected and called home for many years.
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Post by Picas Dixon on Jan 10, 2016 22:38:46 GMT -8
An unguarded connection was establish from the Jedi Enclave below, and through it a shaking voice greeted the Jedi Master in orbit.
"Master Starfall? It's Picas. Welcome home! Please, make your way to the Enclave. I'll meet you in the landing berth."
The connection terminated as the Jedi Historian left the archive terminal in the Enclave to head to the landing pad. It never occurred to Picas that it could be a trap, but he was just too excited. His former master had returned!
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Post by RaelStarfall on Jan 10, 2016 23:40:48 GMT -8
Starfall was jolted from his meditation when his ship's comm system crackled to life with the unexpected sound of a familiar voice. Picas Dixon, a former Padawan of Master Starfall, was on Dantooine and welcoming the Nautolan Jedi back to the Enclave. Starfall was conflicted, however, as before his departure from Dantooine years earlier, there had been rumors that Picas had betrayed him and was in league with a disgraced former Jedi whom Starfall and the other Jedi of Dantooine had been forced to banish from the planet when he had begun drifting dangerously close to the Dark Side.
"Well, T4, that was certainly the last thing I was expecting upon my return. My senses tell me that Picas is excited about my return and while I don't sense any kind of trap below, I think it wise to keep my eyes open until I can ascertain the truth from Picas regarding the rumors of his betrayal all those years ago.
::beep:: ::whistle:: ::beep, beep::
"Yes, yes, T4. I'm sure everything will be fine. Picas was a promising young Jedi and it was a very hectic time back then. After all, the rumors of his betrayal were simply that: Rumors. However, stay with the ship once we land just in case we have to make a hasty departure from the system.
Activates transmitter
Picas? I must say that hearing your voice is quite the surprise, my old friend. I will see you soon. Starfall, out.
Starfall powers up his ship's engines and descends towards the Jedi Enclave landing platforms. Even for a seasoned Jedi Master such as he, Starfall was barely able to contain his excitement at the prospect of finally returning to a place he'd called home for so many years.
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Post by Picas Dixon on Jan 13, 2016 23:47:57 GMT -8
Dantooine was not a militarised planet, and no sensors were actively sweeping the sector for incoming ships - just passive ones that would detect an invading force. The vessel went unnoticed as it had not announced its presence.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 7, 2016 18:49:48 GMT -8
Dantooine, from orbit, was a beautiful planet to behold. There were oceans, savannas, mountains, grasslands and steppes that covered the whole of this terrestrial planet's surface. To live upon it was truly a privilege, but to gaze upon it from space brought a sense of tranquility upon visitors as they came to the world and a pang of sadness as they departed. Its isolated location, far removed from most galactic traffic, kept this majestic planet untouched by urbanized and pollution that many other worlds had fallen under. Long it had stood for generations without the scars of war and smoldering fires of battle, avoiding conflict many times over. That was to change today.
An hour after the Dark Troopers began their advance towards the Imperial Outpost, planetary sensors detected a mass group of starships inbound directly for the planet. It wasn't till the fleet exited out of hyperspace that the sensors detected a mass of warships that dropped itself within Dantooine's orbit. A usually vacant space surrounding Dantooine would soon be filled with the presence of Star Destroyers, cruisers, and frigates. Upon their prows was the symbol of the First Order; the Imperials had finally turned their gaze upon the Jedi Outpost and, brought with them, a full invasion force. A force, so grand and immense, that such a sight had not been seen since the days of the Clone Wars.
From the bridge of the designated flagship, Subjugator, an Imperious-class Star Destroyer, the Supreme Commander of the First Order, Nicademus Delvardus stood upon the command bridge, overlooking the tranquil world of Dantooine. The Imperial wore his usual Imperial officer's outfit, which was covered with a military greatcoat, decorated with the ranking emblem of his rank and the emblem of the First Order upon his shoulders. The Imperious-class Star Destroyer, chosen as his flagship for this operation, was a recent addition, constructed during the buildup operations performed by the committee that made up Operation Flashpoint Strike. The warship was truly a marvel of Imperial engineering, which made the Supreme Commander desire to make this ship his command vessel. The rest of the fleet comprised not only of freshly constructed ships, but also detachments from existing fleets that patrolled various sectors of Imperial Space. An officer came up, indicating that roll call was starting to flow in, making the Supreme Commander move to the console to review them, making sure all ships were present. In total, the first wave of the First Order's invasion fleet consisted of seven Star Destroyers, fifteen Heavy Cruisers and ten Cruisers. The shapes of Pellaeon-class and Imperial II-class Star Destroyers stood as floating fortresses, supported by the presence of wedge-shaped Victory IIs and Vindicators, further augmented by the narrow shape of Strike-class Medium Cruisers. With it came a full compliment of over sixty thousand Stormtroopers, supported by numerous armored divisions and seemingly innumerable starfighter wings. It was truly a magnificent sight for the Imperial to behold as he sighs with content, knowing this action could easily spark something greater than ever imagined.
Getting a full report of the ships reporting in, the Imperial turned his attention back to the defenseless Dantooine. It had a minimal presence of militia, augmented by a number of Jedi from the Enclave. He sought for a blitz, a swift and overwhelming battle that would force Dantooine to capitulate before the arrival of any Jedi reinforcements. He doubted the Jedi could bring anything to bear that could truly contend with their firepower, and even, on the off chance they could, the Supreme Commander had a kept reinforcements behind on Dubrillion, led by the battlecruiser, the Resurgence, a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer. Nonetheless, swiftness was key to this battle and Nicademus could not afford any long-term obstacles nor having combat be bogged down.
Without further thought, he orders the fleet into Dantooine's orbit in order to have gunships, vehicle barges and other transports disembark and fly for the surface. The Imperial could only imagine the sight of swarms of various transports descending upon the planet like a descending omen of death and destruction. His soldiers surging further upon the planet and wiping out any resistance with their blasters blazing and vehicles leading the charge. His brother, Artemis, would truly enjoy all the fun it seems.
First Wave of the First Order's Invasion Fleet - 1 Imperious-class Star Destroyer (Subjugator) (Flagship) - 2 Pellaeon-class Star Destroyers (Damocles, Ironsword) - 4 Imperial II-class Star Destroyers (Goliath, Vanquisher, Nemesis, Dominion) - 5 Victory II-class Star Destroyers - 10 Vindicator-class heavy cruisers - 10 Strike-class medium cruisers
Total Military Forces: 62,600 troops
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Post by Corona on Apr 8, 2016 15:54:36 GMT -8
**A black A-24 Sleuth drops from hyperspace a way from the planet and begins to set course for Dantooine.**
I know you do not think it is a good idea, but the Ancient Rakata Ruins have always held fruitful for information for those daring enough to explore it!
**The Lepi in the pilot seat remarked to her co-pilot. The scanners suddenly began blaring and the hazel eyed Grey Jedi looked forward to see the massive force of ships ahead of them.**
Woah!
**She diverted the ship's trajectory to steer clear of the fleet and quickly disengaged all non essential systems on the ship to maske their presence.**
What is going on here?
**She remarked as she glanced through the Transperasteel viewport of the small scout ship.**
It looks as if...that planet is under attack?
**The tan robed Lepi now turned to the large Vratix in the modified seat next to her.**
Turn off all the systems, we don't want them to know we are here yet, who is that?
**Hazel eyes once again returned to watch the scene before them, as she kept the ship on low power and engines to remain hidden. She closed her eyes and opened herself up to the will of the force. Inhaling rhythmically and deeply she searched for the warmth of the force and heartbeat of the planet below.**
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Post by Tor'tghala Ishkalbdor on Apr 9, 2016 6:39:59 GMT -8
Tor shakes his head, a trait he'd picked up since being around humanoids and emits a few clicks, his traveling companion would probably know that they were meant badly. He quickly powered down the systems as asked with the lower set of limbs, the small scout ship always felt tiny to him, she picked the ship, she insisted on it, he assumed it was to make him feel like a giant, it wouldn't bother him.
We don't know, it was you how insisted in coming here, and we warned you against it. Nothing good will come of this place.
The large Vratix clicks again as he looks out at the ships, he thought about just letting her deal with it, since coming here was her idea, but that would be childish, so he reaches out to see what he sensed of the planet, letting the force open up inside himself as well.
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Post by Corona on Apr 9, 2016 7:44:45 GMT -8
...its an Imperial invasion force, and a large one at that.
**She slowly turned to the Vratix next to her.**
They'll destroy so much of the planet and the people. How could a force this large be amassed without any wod of war or tremor in the force?
**She knew the answer just as she asked. There was only one way something like this could happen without the force whispering it the winds of change.**
The darkside.
**She suddenly felt the darkside forces at play as the ship drifted nearer to the armada.**
We have to do something...
**The Lepi's hazel eyes looked to the Vratix and she wondered what they could do if anything.**
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Post by Tor'tghala Ishkalbdor on Apr 9, 2016 8:47:46 GMT -8
Tor chitters again, analyzing the fleet still, looking to the planet, running what passive sweeps he could that wouldn't draw attention.
Imperials yes, The Dark is always there. It is everywhere. Just as is the light.
He stops looking outward and turns to look at the Lepi beside him. Shaking his head at her.*
We disagree, we are one ship. A small, tiny, minuscule, scout ship. We can't stop an entire fleet even if we tried. No. No. NO.
The Vratix chitters angrily at her a moment and rises higher to look more imposing.
We know that look in your eye. No.
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Alpharius
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Post by Alpharius on Apr 9, 2016 11:14:48 GMT -8
Stationed near the hyperspace route known as Myto's Arrow, a solitary vessel watched on as Imperial warship after warship filtered into the Dantooine System. It was a standard Corellian Corvette, one that had once served in the Republic's navy before Corruption and an inspiring young woman had brought the government to its knees. Now, the CR90 served an ideal, an organization that was founded to hamper the Imperials should they rekindle the fires of aggression. They knew it was only a matter of time until the might of the Empire had returned, and as thirty starships barreled into the Dantooine System, that time had come. The Imperials had returned. The Alliance must be warned. No, the Galaxy must be warned.
Standing aboard the bridge of his diminutive corvette, Captain Erik L'hnnar gritted his teeth as he watched the display before him fill with all too familiar vessels bearing a strange icon across their hulls. He had never seen such a symbol before though he had heard rumours amongst the crew as to who they may be. In the dark ages, before the coming of the light, there was a faction that stood out amidst the chaos. The World Eaters. Savage men and women, intent on nothing more than brutally slaying all that stood in their path. They had said the icon they chose to wear, was a fanged maw with sixteen teeth that was plunged into a verdant world. This symbol, which was now displayed for the Captain to see, had held many similarities - though it there was something about it that he couldn't place. Why would Imperials bear such a mark? They sought to conquer worlds and reclaim what was once theirs to control, why would they even dream of devouring something that could be vital to the reclamation effort?
No. This imagery was different for a reason. It had to be. They sought not to devour a world. That was small minded, and as with any Imperial - they saw more than just the next system, but the plethora of sectors after that. The space between this gaping maw was left empty on purpose. Whoever this remnant had claimed to be, they sought the complete and entire subjugation of the galaxy. There would be nothing left after they marched across the stars. No freedom. No hope for a better tomorrow. Nothing but the iron clad methods of the Imperial Truth would remain. That cannot happen. And so, with anger slowly boiling through his veins, Erik turned towards his Helmsman and barked the order to restore power to the reactor - to get them out of the system and return soon after at the head of the Alliance Navy.
The man nodded, only to carry out his Commander's will mere seconds later. Even if the man deigned not to share the importance of such a symbol with the rest of the crew, each and every one of them had figured it out for themselves, leaving little room for doubt.
The flickering embers within the reactor ignited, flushing fresh surges of power throughout the Corvette. Systems that had laid dormant were reinvigorated, and the engines roared to life within the resounding silence of the void. Now bathed in the light of the Dina, the local star of the Dantooine System, the Word of Hermes had regained its measure and began the calculations to make the jump into hyperspace. The Imperial fleet was leagues afore them, with their gaze affixed upon the verdant world... Perhaps they could make it to the rally point. Maybe they could flee without being noticed. Everything that had transpired after the re-ignition of the engines was uncertain, and now as their path was laid out before them - the Crew waited with baited breath to see what would happen next.
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Apr 9, 2016 17:42:09 GMT -8
Everything had led up to this moment. All of the First Order's conquests and victories had led up to the single defining moment. It was finally time to reveal their true might to the galaxy at large. And reveal themselves, they had...
High Admiral Viox Savage stood on the bridge of the Pellaeon-Class Star Destroyer, Ironsword, fierce yellow eyes scanning the planet before the main view port. Dressed in his neatly pressed black zeyd-cloth and armorweave uniform, rank pins and numerous campaign ribbons adorning his chest, the Zabrak was at ease. As Savage began formulating strategies within his mind on how to counter the undoubtedly large response that the revelation of the First Order Navy would eventually receive, the holo-pedestal on his right shimmered to life, casting a faint eerie blue glow. The ghostly visage of the Commander-Class A.I that was Rampant Savage, sprang to life. His smooth, yet stern voice rang out for the High Admiral to hear.
"Standard Orbit achieved. Initiating a deep scan of the systems-..."The A.I pauses for a brief moment before continuing."Our long range sensor sweep has picked up a contact. A Corvette-Class vessel. Standard Corellian CR-90."
Though it was highly unnecessary, the A.I paused and glanced up at the High Admiral.
Without missing a beat, Savage was already issuing orders.
"Engage Interdiction Fields. Have Strike Cruiser Fragment of Faith move to intercept. We can't have anyone getting away on us just yet. Keep the rest of the fleet on this heading. Inform the Subjugator that we have picked up a hostile target and that the Faith is moving to intercept. And summon Lord Xakire to the bridge. I wish to finally speak to him in person."
The A.I bowed its head in acknowledgement of the orders he had just received.
"Of course sire."
And with that, the A.I's avatar dissipated from the pedestal, taking the blue glow with it. Savage continued to stand before the main view port, looking out past the prow of the ship. He was looking at Dantooine itself. And his tainted yellow eyes burned with rage.
After all this time, he was finally directing his deep-seated rage towards something constructive. Nicademus had been very wise in his decision to make the Zabrak the High Admiral of the First Order's Navy. Despite being a non-human within the First Order ranks, no one had questioned the Supreme Commander, nor had they challenged him for his position. Regardless, Savage would perform his duties to the letter, and he would crush those who would question his placement within the First Order. And he was fairly certain the Nicademus knew this.
As Savage continued to observe from the bridge, the ship's A.I was busily carrying out its orders. Both the Ironsword and Damocles engaged their interdiction fields, preventing any unwanted hyperspace departures, as well as pulling any unwilling witnesses out of hyperspace if they happened to venture towards the planet. He then opened three separate comm channels, two encrypted and outbound from the ship, the third internal. The A.I then devoted a fragment of his sub-routines to handle addressing the individuals. The first comm went out to the Subjugator.
Subjugator, status update. We have detected a hostile vessel and have a ship en-route to intercept it. Interdiction fields have been engaged and the fleet is continuing to hold its current heading.
As the A.I spoke with the Supreme Commander's flagship, it also opened a comm channel with the Strike-Class Medium Cruiser Fragment of Faith.
Attention Captain Selkirk. New orders from the High Admiral. We have detected a hostile vessel tagged at this location on an outbound vector. You are to move to intercept. Use of lethal force has been authorized. Best of luck and good hunting.
As both the communiques had been sent of to their respective vessel, Rampant was also opening an internal channel on board the Ironsword to speak with Lord Xakire. Xakire had been transferred last minute to the crew roster of the Ironsword by special request of the High Admiral.
Lord Xakire. The High Admiral requests an audience with you on the bridge.
With all orders handled, Rampant once again went back to monitoring the Fleet's status to ensure everything was functioning properly in the event that the counter-response would arrive.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 9, 2016 18:22:36 GMT -8
Subjugator, status update. We have detected a hostile vessel and have a ship en-route to intercept it. Interdiction fields have been engaged and the fleet is continuing to hold its current heading. The CR-90 Corvette would immediately be picked up by the long-ranged sensors of the Subjugator. Nicademus was aware of the configuration of this vessel; around 150 meters, maximum accleration was 2,100 Gs with an MGLT of 60 and a Class 2.0 hyperdrive. It did not take long for sensors to pick up the activation of the interdiction fields on the Damocles and Ironsword, as well as the movement of the Strike-class Medium Cruiser, Fragment of Faith. The Imperial stands upon the command bridge, wondering what the High Admiral was doing. The CR-90 was too far away, from the sensors picked up, for even the new TIE models to make a move for the small corvette. Its top speed would allow it to move long before the Strike-class medium cruiser could even get a lock upon it. It would be a pointless chase for the ship would be gone before they even close to it.
Nicademus looks over at the communications officer as the transmission from the High Admiral comes in. The transmission is delayed for now as the Supreme Commander gives new orders for the following vessels, knowing all too well that a chase is worthless.Order the Damocles, the Ironsword and the Fragment of Faith to stand down. The CR-90 would be gone long before the Fragment could get within range. Interdiction fields have no effect on a ship that far out of our range. Order the fleet to Red Alert and keep an eye out for any other present and incoming vessels. Mobilize the fighter wings for deployment and put them on patrol duties.The order is quickly relayed as the entire fleet goes on Red Alert. A subspace transmission is sent to the reinforcements at Dubrillion, ordering the second wave, under the command of the Resurgence, to prepare for hyperspace at a moment's notice. The presence of this unknown corvette made Nicademus wonder what could be hidden within the darkness of space. For now, he would have sensors keep an eye on it. Once the orders were given, the transmission from the High Admiral was put through.High Admiral, that corvette is not worth our time. Its too far away for us to chase it and lose our current blockade formation over the planet. I have ordered the fleet to Red Alert status and the fighter wings are being mobilized throughout the fleet. Keep a good eye on long ranged sensors for anything out of the ordinary from now on.
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Post by Xakire on Apr 9, 2016 19:18:51 GMT -8
Xakire was sitting in his "quarters" reading reports from his fleet. His fleet had been split and various ships sent to patrol the fringes of First Order controlled space and other ships were off being repaired and modified. The reports were boring so far as nothing had happened but Xakire knew that was about to change. As he was about to start another, no doubt boring report he received the High Admiral's summons. He was unsure why he had been assigned to the Ironsword at the last minute and was frustrated he hadn't been told why yet. Hopefully Savage would explain this soon. He got up and put on his armor, cape and helmet and made his way to the bridge. He held his head high and strode through the narrow corridors of the ship quickly and confidently, stopping for no one and shoving anyone who did not immediately move to make way for him.
Xakire arrived on the bridge and approached the High Admiral. "You summoned me, Admiral?" he said through his helmet, that filtered his voice and made it sound slightly artificial.
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Post by Viox Savage on Apr 9, 2016 19:37:43 GMT -8
High Admiral, that corvette is not worth our time. Its too far away for us to chase it and lose our current blockade formation over the planet. I have ordered the fleet to Red Alert status and the fighter wings are being mobilized throughout the fleet. Keep a good eye on long ranged sensors for anything out of the ordinary from now on. On the bridge of the Ironsword, the Supreme Commander's voice rang through. Rage boiled within. Savage clenched a gauntleted fist and held it tight for a few moments.The Supreme Commander wanted him to stand down? Despite the Corvette's range, Savage was confident that it could be stopped. However, after the backlash from the debacle over Csilla, he wasn't looking for another berating. Especially by the Supreme Commander.Savage inhaled deeply through his nose, and exhaled through his mouth, slowly. The sudden flare up of rage subsiding, though only temporarily. He would find an alternate way to release his anger. Perhaps on innocent civilians? Or perhaps something more worthy of his skills. A Jedi. Savage, still in the same position he had been moments before, spoke to the A.I that was undoubtedly listening in."Stand down. Disengage interdiction fields and return to formation..."Savage trailed off bitterly, not adding in the unspoken though he had been contemplating letting slip. No, he wouldn't second guess the Supreme Commander's tactics. Not in front of the crew. He would obey, as he had in the past. The Fragment of Faith slowed from its present course and altered itself back into formation with the Fleet. The Ironsword and Damocles disengaged their interdiction fields and continued on the present heading...Xakire was sitting in his "quarters" reading reports from his fleet. His fleet had been split and various ships sent to patrol the fringes of First Order controlled space and other ships were off being repaired and modified. The reports were boring so far as nothing had happened but Xakire knew that was about to change. As he was about to start another, no doubt boring report he received the High Admiral's summons. He was unsure why he had been assigned to the Ironsword at the last minute and was frustrated he hadn't been told why yet. Hopefully Savage would explain this soon. He got up and put on his armor, cape and helmet and made his way to the bridge. He held his head high and strode through the narrow corridors of the ship quickly and confidently, stopping for no one and shoving anyone who did not immediately move to make way for him.Xakire arrived on the bridge and approached the High Admiral. "You summoned me, Admiral?" he said through his helmet, that filtered his voice and made it sound slightly artificial. At this time, Xakire made his entrance upon the bridge and strode over to the Zabrak Imperial. Savage took a moment longer to truly quell his rage, before turning around and facing the armored Fleet Admiral. Savage regards the armor with distaste and proceeds to stride over towards the command chair, all while speaking to Xakire."Indeed. After the events over Csilla, I have been reviewing your performance records as well as any other useful information about you that I could find."Savage climbs the three steps before him, spins around and seats himself in the command chair before speaking to Xakire once more."You have...potential. Though it remains untapped, it is there."Savage raises his left hand in front of his face and appears to become lost in thought as he speaks, all the while watching the small parts move in his mechanical replacement."To truly be a Sith, you must know and understand the fact that our very existence revolves around constantly testing ourselves, constantly seeking power. To be a Sith, you must want power. Crave it. Feed off of it. But in my experiences, craving and seeking power is useless unless one has the discipline of self control. A Sith isn't all brawn and no brain. Knowing exactly when and where to strike yields far greater results then senselessly slaughtering to achieve your goal." Savage shifts his gaze from his artificial prosthetic hand and looks upon the armored man before him, placing his left hand upon the armrest of the command chair."Do you understand this concept?"Savage awaits the man's response, before continuing. Eager to hear what Xakire has to say, and if he will prove to be worthy...
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Post by Illaria Ren on Apr 9, 2016 21:23:28 GMT -8
And here she found herself, walking – well more like strutting – down the halls of the Subjugator. Illaria’s robes were a swirl of motion, the black zeyd-cloth intermingled with vermillion shimmersilk panels that ran in straight lines down the curvature of her body. The robes clutched her body in a way that was elegant and concealing, yet still very feminine. The vermillion panels were cut high up on her thighs and terminated in ragged tatters around ankle-height. It was easy to see, from the visible skin of her thighs that pants were a foregone conclusion at this point. A wide belt rode high on her waist, causing the zeyd-cloth material to flair out around it, concealing much of the reason why she had not donned her usual electrum-hued combat armour. A black zeyd-cloth mantle was draped around her shoulders, lined in vermillion-dyed aeien silk, the hood pulled over her head. One panel of the silk cascaded down the front of her figure, ending at the height of her hips while another panel spilled down the left side of her back all the way down to the back of her knee. Black boots accented in flexisteel were polished to a shine, rising just up over her knee. Her footsteps echoed in the hall as she made her way down the center of it, First Order officers and soldiers alike, hurriedly step out of her way and do not dare to make a sound. Right now, it appeared that being the focus of her attention was the worst possible place to be. And like all superior beings, she passes them by without so much as a glance.
The Shapeshifter was uncertain as to whether her brothers in the Knights of Ren had even noticed her slip away from the Resurgence, but she was not even sure she cared at this point. Those oaths were for life, there is no walking away from that, a voice reminded her in the back of her head. It was not your everyday promise to serve another – no, this was the kind of oath that transcended all else to strike an unbreakable bond. It was an oath she had taken with pride, an oath that had transformed them all from a band of misfits into the Knights of Ren, into her brothers in arms. It was the moment that she felt as if she truly belonged somewhere in this vast, wide galaxy for the first time in 200 years. Would the Master condemn her for what she was about to do? For the orders she was about to disobey? Was she trading the safety of the unborn for an eternity of suffering at the Master’s hand? Surely, the Master and her brothers would understand. She was about to take her first step away from the Knights of Ren, but what choice did she have? The Knight was not about to go join the rest on the battlefield planetside, not now that she was so certain of her circumstances. Besides, it was not as if she could not be useful up here, away from most of the action.
It was then that Illaria finally reached the command bridge of the Subjugator. The silence of the bridge crew and the First Order officers hurrying about preceded her. Stepping across the threshold and out of the hallways, she does not even hesitate in her stride. Walking between the sunken pits that line the bridge, the Knight of Ren pays no heed to the First Order personnel watching her every move as she stalks down the center walkway. When first she stepped foot on the Subjugator’s command bridge, her azure eyes were cold as her gaze remained straight ahead, mouth set in a grim line. There was a seriousness about her features that was unnerving. That changed in a split second, when her eyes fell upon the Supreme Commander. Gliding across the glossy obsidian tiles, her footfalls made no sound at all as the tenseness with which she held herself almost seemed to dissipate the closer she found herself to the Imperial.
At last, Illaria came up behind Nicademus and wrapped her arms around his waist. As he was standing in front of the forward viewport gazing out upon his fleet, she looked straight ahead to meet his gaze in the reflection as she rests her chin on his shoulder. Sable hair escaped from the confines of her hood, curling around her neck and snaking down across her collar bones. Her icy blue eyes were alight with mischief and something far more dangerous. Over the past few months, they had been quite a bit more open with their relationship, so she knew he would not mind her display of affection. Then before he can say anything, she decides to speak up in effort to stave off any unnecessary questions about her unexpected presence on his ship. “It appears as if I am going to direct things from up here today..” And should the Imperial choose not to blindly accept her unsolicited explanation, her hands began to wander across the sharp contours of his hips before finally slipping into the pockets of his greatcoat. “Tell me to stop…” Illaria whispers in a hauntingly low tone, her lips so close to his ear that he could probably feel the warmth of her breath against his skin.
To all others on the bridge, it merely appeared as if they were sharing a quiet-spoken moment before battle and that her hands were innocently enough just located in the Supreme Commander’s greatcoat pockets. “I promise I will obey..” She breathes, her voice taking on more of a lilting quality and it is clear she is teasing him. However, what no one else could tell was that her hands had actually slipped into the faux pockets of his greatcoat, meant to facilitate access to the pockets that were located on the uniform beneath or even a holstered weapon. The only holstered weapon she found was one that was not intended to be drawn amidst the Subjugator’s command bridge. And with very little movement, so as not to give her ruse away, Illaria’s hands explored the broad expanse of skin beneath the Imperial’s uniform. Such explorations draw a soft gasp from her lips as she looks at Nicademus’ reflection in the viewport ahead of her, searching for a reaction. A wicked gleam enters her gaze as the corners of her mouth turn up in a small smile and she leans toward his cheek once more. “I am not wearing anything beneath my robes right now.” She informs him, her voice not much more than a whisper still, though her grin grew tenfold at this revelation.
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Post by Corona on Apr 10, 2016 6:04:07 GMT -8
**Looking over the monitors one more time, it started to become more clear to the Lepi.**
The Corvette…it’s a scout, no other reason it would have stuck around this long and now so swiftly moves to depart.
**She remarked. Light brown fur covered paws swiftly moved over the control panels and sent a Tight Beam High Powered Transmission to the corvette. The channel was left open to the fleeing corvette and relayed the ship location information of the large floatilla of First Order ships to the corvette even after was set to leave.**
Don’t worry Tor, we’re far enough away where we too can get away if they spot us. All of those ships are large and bulky and only a handful have the gravity well generators and they wouldn’t move the ships to chase the corvette, they won’t move it to chase us.
**She remarked as the ship continued to lightly drift through space angled slightly along a slow approach. Corona kept the ship’s systems powered down except the transmitter still connected and the low powered long range scanners. The ship still fed positional information to the CR-90 even in this nearly invisible state.**
It gives them vision, but only of the capitol ships. With the low scanners we cannot give them much more without giving our own location away, but I haven’t seen any Starfighters or anti-starfighter ships.
**She looked to the Vratix, her face once again easily readable to the insectoid behind her.**
We’ll just wait it out and see what happens, but be ready to power up those systems if they do spot us. You’re right, we are only two and they are many even if you do refer to yourself in the plural.
**Corona turned back around with a cheeky grin on her face at the sad excuse for a joke she had just made. Hazel eyes once again surveyed the scene before them. The carnage pained her heart, but there was nothing they could do, nothing yet, but hopefully patience would pay off.**
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Post by Tor'tghala Ishkalbdor on Apr 10, 2016 12:31:56 GMT -8
Don't worry... that is what you always say...
*Tor continues to chitter angrily as he shakes his head. He even reached over to give her a swat over the back of the head quickly as he continues to monitor his area of the ship. He looks over quickly as well.
And do not make fun of us. We have told you before.
*he let out another chitter, almost sounding like a short chuckle as he pokes the lepi's ears quickly.
Now, what is your plan?
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 10, 2016 16:32:33 GMT -8
The Supreme Commander was examining the deployment phases and movements of the landing units prior to the arrival of Illaria. Such a massive force had not been deployed since the Nirauan campaign and would require meticulous management. He was confident in his brother, General Artemis Delvardus, in commanding the troops alongside side a seasoned group of officers and Imperial Knights. As he began to estimate the progression of early engagements, a report comes in from the sensory officer present. Nicademus looks up at the female who is looking in his direction, glancing every so often at her display.Supreme Commander, we are detecting a transmission on the sensors. Its origins are a bit hazy, but the transmission is clearly being sent to the CR-90 Corvette just to the rear of our formation. We are still trying to find the source, Sir. Our best possible guess is that the source is somewhere behind us too, but we cannot pinpoint where exactly.Scramble six squadrons from the 101st Imperial Wing, three from the Goliath and an additional trio from the Nemesis. Have all six squadrons move for the Corvette in attack formation, but continue monitoring that transmission and find me its source. Deploy the new fighters, I want to see how they handle this situation.An affirmative nod was given by the sensor and communication officers as they went about their orders. Klaxons blared within the hangars of the Goliath and Nemesis moments later as their respective Captains got their orders. The 101st Imperial Wing, also known by the designation "Warbirds of Bastion," were a group of pilots that were exclusively drawn from the militarized population on Bastion. Many of these pilots were sons, brothers and fathers of notable Imperial families that had lived for generations on the planet. They were chosen to comprise the 101st and first saw action during the campaigns into the Unknown Region; earning recognition at various battlefields throughout Chiss Space. They were currently assigned to two of the Star Destroyers present with support squadrons on a couple cruisers. They would show their colors today in the new TIE variant models.
The new TIE variants were tested in the waning days of the Unknown Region campaigns and over Mygeeto; the TIE/sf and the TIE/fo, both classed as space superiority fighters by the First Order. Today, the TIE/sf was deployed with five of the squadrons while the TIE/fo was used by a squadron of ace pilots among the 101st. The six squadrons launched from their hangars, thrusters flared as the fighters maneuvered for the lone CR-90 Corvette as per their instructions. Their squadron leaders awaited news from the Supreme Commander as they kept their heading.
On the bridge, Nicademus went back to reviewing battle plans when, once more, the sensory officer spoke up. By the tone of her voice, it seems something was achieved. He walks over to the console, looking at the readings himself. The officer indicates the two flashing icons, the new icon being the source of the transmission.Sensor readings are picking up an A-24 Sleuth Scoutship. Coordinates are... E-27, bearing Mark 1.73. Its closer to us than the lingering Corvette, but its engines are off-line from what our readings are showing us.Without a word to the officer, Nicademus had the communications officer hail the squadron leaders on a secure channel.Squadron Leaders, change heading for E-27, bearing Mark 1.73. Scoutship design, class A-24 Sleuth.With the command given, the squadrons abruptly change course-heading as their designated target is altered. The fighters set their ion engines to maximum velocity and strike across the stars for the Jedi scoutship. Squadron leaders begin giving their commands as the six groups spread out, forming a crescent formation and hoping to encircle the lone ship. High valued targets were designated to be engines, weapon systems and communication relay. Otherwise, their mission was to destroy the scoutship. As they drew closer to the ship, weapons were primed and missiles were loaded for battle. The 101st would show the culmination of training and experience to once prove their reputation among the Imperial Navy.“I am not wearing anything beneath my robes right now.” During the progress made by the starfighters, Nicademus would notice a change in the air around him. The shuffling of feet behind the standing Imperial made him aware of someone was approaching and people wanted to get out of the way. His answer came with the gentle embrace of Illaria who stood behind him like a seductress. He did not stop her nor show any hint that something was going on as the Shapeshifter's hand snaked into his coat pocket which really was only open to allow Nicademus to grab his blaster pistol, to which Illaria exploited for her own amusement. Even as her hands traversed the expanse of his lower body, he remained firm in his posture and unflinching. Although, in the end, she managed to get a slight grin from the side of his mouth at her temptress wording. His gloved hand moved to her arm, gently gripping it before giving it a nudge that she should remove it. His voice but a whisper to her ears.Now now, Illaria, I have a fleet and army to command. My mind needs to be focused on the task at hand... but when the results come in, victory or defeat, you will find me seeking your comforting embrace within my quarters. That I promise.Once her hand was safely retrieved from the mischievous intentions below, the Supreme Commander lightly kissed her hand before offering a smile for her view. With that done, the Imperial returned his gaze to the viewport, listening to the hum of reports that filled the command bridge; reports from land units, sensor sweeps, reinforcements and the like. He sighs with content before glancing at Illaria once more. His eyebrow goes up slightly before a question is posed.Are you really not wearing anything underneath your robes? I find that hard to believe with how public the bridge is. Then again... you are Illaria and I am Nicademus. Maybe I should believe that you would do such a thing for me. After all, those months worth of nights together did create some new foundation for the bond we share.
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Post by Corona on Apr 10, 2016 18:00:42 GMT -8
**At the onset of inbound fighters Corona fired up the engines and jumped the Sleuth out of the system**
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Post by Illaria Ren on Apr 10, 2016 21:22:02 GMT -8
Reluctantly and mostly without protest, Illaria removes her hands from the Imperial’s pants and greatcoat. Despite the fact that he had denied her, she still counted it as a victory on account of the goofy looking grin that briefly passed over his lips. Truth be told, she had not expected Nicademus to allow her to go as far as she had and was surprised that he did not shut her down when first she began her teasing explorations. As he kissed her hand, the Knight withdrew and stepped around to stand aside him, but just in front and well within his reach. Part of her wanted to turn right around, stick her tongue out at him, and point out the fact that she did actually obey his commands for once. Selective obedience. That was her specialty. At this, Illaria forces herself to stand still and just watch, tempted but rooted to the spot. “I will hold you to that promise then.” She stares at him pointedly, her face a vortex of unspoken emotion belying her acceptance of this unresolved tension.
Turning away from him, she steps up to the viewport and looks out across the wide expanse of space, taking in the view and marvel of the First Order war fleet situated on Dantooine’s doorstep. The Knight was prepared for this battle; it would not be another repeat of Csilla for Harnan had armed her with what she needed to get through this with her sanity intact. Csilla had struck quite the blow to her psyche and it had taken her nearly a week to recover from the traumatic events she had been exposed to through her strong connection to the Force. Perhaps there was some truth to that old saying after all – what did not kill her, in fact, made her stronger.
As Nicademus poses his question, the Shapeshifter pauses, a sneaky little smirk adorning her saffron tinted lips as she turned to gaze at the Supreme Commander over her shoulder. Mirroring the exact expression of his face, she arches her own eyebrow too. “I guess you will never know now.” Though, to her it sounded more like he had issued her with a challenge. Illaria paused a moment as she rethought her last comment, eyes drifting to the ceiling as she worked her jaw back and forth. “That sounded like a dare to me.” Her gaze slowly settled back on him, that dangerous look once more painting her visage. “You know what happens when you challenge me.” The Knight spoke darkly and suddenly the center of her attention might not have been where the Imperial had desired to be just now. She looked at him in such a haunted way, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek then pausing to whisper in his ear, “You always end up beneath me.”
Illaria knew precisely why she did it as she pulled away from Nicademus and stepped up to the viewport, her eyes meeting his in their shared reflection. She was aware that she craved his attention and approval, but most of all, she loved to see him squirm. Perhaps, now was not the best time to test his resolve given what they were about to face, but then again it might instill the proper motivation she desired of him. The Shapeshifter’s eyes drifted down as she slowly ran a hand up the expanse of pale skin on her upper thigh. Her fingers came to a stop at the apex of where the vermillion shimmersilk panel joined with the black zeyd-cloth resting right below her hip. Fingertips hooking beneath the fabric, she hikes it up just enough for the Imperial to clearly see that there was truth in her words. As she does this, Illaria’s gaze slowly drifts up to meet his and she flashes him a cavalier smile before allowing her robes to fall back into place. “Only ever for you.” She says quietly.
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