Thomas Zahn
The First Order
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Affiliation: The First Order
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Post by Thomas Zahn on Mar 23, 2023 14:40:48 GMT -8
One of the technicians on the bridge started pulling up the Yuuzhan Vong files that the First Order maintained and displayed a report concerning Nem Yin and what was his last reported post. Perhaps battle might be avoided, if indeed Esthh spoke true of seeking others of his people and their location Our information indicates that the Yuuzhan Vong amongst the Empire were last upon Anobis. However they do seem to have territories beyond our borders as well. A starting point, at the very least... Raymer had one roper warship and a pair of what amounted to warship sized troop transports. Not a particularly ideal defence fleet, especially if the Yuuzhan Vong had more of their fleet sitting nearby ready to jump in. At least directing their attention elsewhere would buy some time
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Mar 23, 2023 16:31:28 GMT -8
Anobis…
Esthh could tell in the way the admiral spoke that he wasnt keen on him being here, the trailing off of the last sentence rather than the hard end of a command, not that he blamed him. Perhaps there was an unpleasant encounter somewhere in the past. Perhaps there was genuine fear of the Vong’s capabilities, or the most likely that the admiral did not like being caught unprepared. In any case Esthh had no reason to make him less comfortable, at least not this day. A mental request was instantly answered by the mataloks part of the brain that was responsible for navigation.
...in the mid rim section of the galaxy. I thank you Fleet Admiral. Perhaps we will speak again and I may return the courtesy.
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Thomas Zahn
The First Order
Posts: 190
Affiliation: The First Order
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Post by Thomas Zahn on Mar 23, 2023 19:03:38 GMT -8
Good luck on your search Supreme Commander. He closed the comm line, and waited, sensor techs keeping an eye on the vessel. Had these been their Vong allies, he would have been far more at ease. But unknown quantities more often than not led to unknown outcomes. Perhaps once Esthh and Nem met, these new Yuuzhan Vong might join into that group of trusted allies. Upon which day he would apologise to the Supreme Commander, or what ever title he would assume thereafter
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Mar 23, 2023 20:35:42 GMT -8
Esthh ordered a course laid in, and the matalok turned and flickered out of sight. Far above the other matalok also turned, and leapt to hyperspace.
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Dragus
The Sith Eternal
In front of the Empire, to all you Vader haters out there. We'll blow your planet up.
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Post by Dragus on Feb 9, 2024 10:27:25 GMT -8
A Sith iron riveted dragonfly of a starship streaked out of hyperspace, rapidly decelerating from lightspeed travel to sublight speeds as it entered realspace. As the sunlight of the Dathomir system's star Domir reflected off the burnished gunmetal hued hull of the Dragenburg, the vessel was revealed as an SE C-9979 modular frigate, absent the usual red paint job. Inside the tiny bridge located near the front of the transport's 'boot', the NJX commander rose from his seat, trailing his black armour-weave long coat as he stepped closer to the main viewscreen, chilly blue eyes locked on the display. "Dathomir." He stated in a cold emotionless tone, heard only by the Nu-Jake officers manning the controls, seated opposite one another in matching charcoal black uniforms with a crimson trim. These NJ1s shared the same handsome face as the commander, minus the beard he was sporting, the rest of their differences more than skin deep. Jake Grizzwald crossed his muscular arms over his plastoid chest-plate, raising a gloved hand beneath his chin as he ran his fingers through his well coiffed beard. "Take us in."With the command given, the pilot behind the astrogation console manipulated the controls, angling the Dragenburg's approach towards the planet's upper atmosphere. Commander Grizzwald stepped over to the communications station and leaned over the NJ1 seated there, pressing a finger to the intercom button. Static crackled from the speaker. Gripping the mic as though he were choking a serpeant, Jake spoke into the comm-device, addressing his team down in the troop compartment. Ten minutes until we hit dirt-side. Upon reaching the landing zone, we secure drill site alpha, then deploy the mobile command centre. Helmets on until the walls are up. We won't know how much of the fauna we'll need to burn away until we get a closer look. Be ready. Grizzwald out. Taking his finger off the comm, Jake returned to his chair and picked up the old but reliable Imperial heavy repeater leaning against it, slinging the rifle over his shoulder before entering the lift at the rear of the bridge.Their orders were clear. Establish a temporary outpost, assemble the refinery, then begin pumping spirit ichor straight out of the ground. They'd also been ordered to collect a number of organic specimens, but that was a secondary objective, less important than the liquid green gold they were to extract from the planet. It sounded like an easy job, in theory.The automatic doors closed with a hiss as Jake was descended to the troop bay. Reaching into his long coat, he removed a data-pad with out of date data on the planet and its inhabitants. Despite having committed those details to his eidetic memory, the NJX reviewed the information on the handheld screen, hyper-focused eyes rapidly absorbing the information. The notes had been transcribed by a hannite monk from Pzob who relied heavily on Dark Lady Trace's personal logs for reference. Years out of date, but how much could have changed, hmmm? This talk of Witches, however, made him uneasy. An NJX, Commander Grizzwald had been gene-forged to hunt Force sensitives, instilling in him a distaste for their kind which he viewed as little more than prey. When the lift doors opened, he worked his way across the deck to where his squad was preparing. They were NJ2s, second generation Nu-Jakes with a higher degree of training than the standard variety. Each was garbed in a set of gammaplast Sith Scout Trooper armour, red as the bloody tinge of the planet's atmosphere. They were packing a mix of weapons, but most carried the standard ST-W48 blaster with the attached rifle stock. They saluted as Jake approached, meeting his killer's gaze with their own merciless, almost robotic expressions.Beneath their booted feet, the deck rumbled as the Dragenburg rode the chop of the upper-atmosphere.
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