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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 16:59:01 GMT -8
*The history is currently unknown.*
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Gaiscioch Dearg
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jul 8, 2013 9:44:54 GMT -8
With a sudden flash an older model Nebula-class Star Destroyer entered the quiet system of Manaan. The Captain and bridge crew had cautiously entered towards the fringes of the planets territory. Their ship had been stored for many years, and only one symbol painted on the side. No one knew who it belonged to, and many factions in the galaxy today were paranoid. A ship with no name, and no owner could be fired upon at any time. The caution had seemed unnecessary however as there was very little military presence to be found on Manaan. That excited some, and bothered others. The last known controller of this place the faction known as the Dark Tide. If they ran the place, then where were they? Perhaps they had seen fit to abandon the planet, and if so that made their job all the easier. The Captain commanded the ship to continue towards the planet, scanners were aimed at every bit of space in range, and handshake signals were sent to any electronics in the area. The last thing they wanted was a surprise fleet to surprise them from the other side of the planet. Or to run into a defensive mine. Orders were passed along to increase speed and do a tight orbit of the planet. Scanning both space and planet for military forces. A communications team was tasked to pacifying Manaans own government, civilian traffic, and military force. The commander of the ship wanted there to be no mistakes or hiccups in his plans. Once the orbit was completed, and everyone planet side was informed of the situation, the commander turned to his captain. A captain who wore an insignia on his uniform much like the one painted on the hull of his ship. It was an insignia that many had forgotten in their absence, and many more still secretly feared from the last time they had torn through the galaxy. It was the same insignia that once been branded into the shoulders of the Sith Lord commanding this ship. It was the symbol of the Warriors of the Iron Fists!This is an open channeled announcement to any Dark Tide forces left operating in the area, as well as to the official government of Manaan. Years ago the Warriors of the Iron Fists controlled this system. They took care of its people, and in return they were taken care of by them. The new controllers of this world have appeared to have forgotten it. They have left it to its own devices. I, Gaiscioch Dearg, have returned to this planet under the banner of the Iron Fists. Envoys are being sent down as I speak to discuss with the Selkath a peaceful acceptance of the Warriors. If anyone wishes to.. contest this, they may respond to me directly. Gaiscioch Dearg out.With the message sent out, Gaiscioch Dearg turned his attention to his captain. An older man, a veteran from a life long past. All of the men and woman aboard this ship had either served under him before, or were in the family of those who had. They all still knew their jobs and were at them efficiently. Shuttles of diplomats were on their way to Ahto City where they would meet with the council. Everyone else was busy keeping the ship in a tight orbit, weapons were now active and scanners were sweeping for hostile forces. Deep in the bowels of the ship there were many soldiers, included the feared Togarian Commandos that had been so favored by the Warriors of the Iron Fists. Gaiscioch Dearg had brought everything needed for this take over..
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 9, 2013 10:14:19 GMT -8
*The entry of a mltitude of transport ships of all kind into Manaan orbit was breathtaking. It seemed that an entire planet was enveloping the ocean planet. But this was no foreign invasion but marked a return. The fleet of An Tiarna Dubh bearing distinct symbols of the IF entered the chaos in orbit tightly organized. A coded message was relayed to the fleet of Dearg already present. An Tiarna :: Dearg I bloody well hope the message has been delivered clearly... My older brother, Iniquitous, may the Gods watch over his soul paved our return to Rockall.... Manaan is by rights Mortus' territory but tis IF to the core....
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Gaiscioch Dearg
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jul 10, 2013 19:28:16 GMT -8
Collins. Captain. Come here a moment.
Yes, my Lord.
The two men stepped up to the viewing platform at the front of the star destroyers bridge. The planet of Manaan hung off to the "left" of the starship, the rest of the viewport was dominated by the black of space. Collins, an absolute beast of a man, one of the few men able to look Gaisacioch Dearg in the eye, stood to the left, while Captain Gerrack, a much smaller individual, stood to the right. Both men waited for the Sith Lord to speak, both watching out the viewport, searching for the reason they had been called up. Gaiscioch Dearg stood in silence, his eyes trained out in front of him. He waited quietly, counting silently in his head. Collins and the Captain would understand soon what he had brought them forth to see. He felt it. He felt them. He felt Him. The entire reason that he had contacted this veterans, dragged them out of retirement, and brought them home to Manaan was almost here. The signs had been clear, if one had known where to look. Dearg had known where to look. It was why he had left his brothers in the Order of the Eye in the dark about this. He had gone off the grid to bring everyone home to Manaan. They were about to see why. Finally after about a minute of silence, Gaiscioch Dearg spoke...
Gentleman... today marks the beginning. A new beginning. Once we made the galaxy tremble when our name was spoken. We decided to give them a break for a few years. Now it is time to make ourselves known again. A reunion if you will. Collins. Gerrack. Gaiscioch Dearg slowly lifted his arms out to his side, as if to embrace a friend, or loved one.. Welcome home your family.
As the Lord of Destruction finished his sentence the fleet bringing in An Tiarna Dubh, and thousands of others, began to exit hyperspace. Literally hundreds of transports began to enter the system of space that held Manaan and her star. Gaiscioch took a moment to enjoy the moment of panic that shot through the bridge crew, before they realized what was happening. Once the scanners identified the newcomers, the entire bridge erupted into cheers. Communications began to go out to the ships entering the system. Messages were passed between friends, comrades, and family, welcoming them home. It was enough to almost melt Dearg's heart. Almost...
Speaking of Manaan being IF to the core... welcome home Master. We have received word that we shall not be contested here. Brother Iniquitous has bid us welcome, and given us a free reign over Manaan. You may land when ready. The locals have been informed, and are awaiting our arrival.
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Post by Admiral Vereor Dubh on Jul 10, 2013 19:48:46 GMT -8
*Home. Home at last. Admiral Vereor Dubh stood proudly on the bridge of his pride and joy, the Cecelia IV, an MC140 Scythe-Class battlecruiser. The Cecelia IV was buzzing with activity. It'd been years since she had last seen service, and the crew was ecstatic. They'd all personally received holo-calls from the Admiral himself, asking to be a part of the crew. Each member had personally impressed Vereor in past missions, and he had put together his dream crew. He wasn't finished, however. His fleet wasn't nearly complete, but the time would come soon where it would be expanded. But for now, it was time to reclaim his home.*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 10, 2013 20:52:54 GMT -8
*The old man listened carefully to Dearg's words & responded in a bellowing voice yet those in the know would understand each word & move inspired by it was thought out exactingly. Dearg always received a respect granted to but few of many & indeed the old man knew in return his words would be well received.* ::It rests well on sore ears your voice does.... We outlasted them all... again. & here we are on Rockall where it all began..... On these ships we carry the fruits, both plant & animal of the splendid Garden once set on the roof of the mighty fortress we built, & I consequently blew to pieces. All is gone now Dearg but we will rebuild it... again. Not a thing will be forgotten.... Not a bloody thing.... But this time we will build round the city.... Lowground.... garden tight out from the city walls then beach & bar. A tribe of 25 thousand Togorian Highlanders nestled among the trees & our kind; you cannot shoot what you cannot see..... Our libraries.... among other things will sit well on Byss....:: *The Comm. abruptly cut following a bark of a laugh*
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Lord Nexus
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Post by Lord Nexus on Jul 11, 2013 7:48:17 GMT -8
Shadows engulfed Manaan- cast by the titanic metallic vessels of its old masters and stewards. The fleet was intimidating, and the darkness was fiercer still, yet the advent of the Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna was not yet complete. On planet side, the skin of thralls and citizens alike prickled as the darkness- not just physical but metaphysical darkness- engulfed the planet.
The fleet of An Tiarna Dubh, Gaiscioch Dearg, and Vereor were soon to be accompanied by a fourth menacing entity. His ship was his harbinger, as a sudden burst of light and energy fluctuations heralded the behemoth of a vessel, seen and known and feared by those who found the ship in their atmosphere. The matte black hull did little when it came to light reflection, allowing it to be nigh invisible to the naked eye. The vessel's contours and various protruding parts made it stand against the common wedge shape of battle ships and destroyers. Armed with a thick hull, a fierce array of weapons, and a particularly menacing appearance, the galaxy soon learned to fear Leviathan-class Battle Cruisers. This one in particular, the Necromonger, was the most fierce of them all. The flagship of Lord Nexus had not been seen for many ages, and yet here it was- enough to warrant concern.
The Dark Lord was once a member of the Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna, but he was also once a Great Lord of the Dark Tide- known as the Lord of Chaos. Tensions ran high as the Necromonger drifted near to the IF fleet. Scanners would reveal no weapons active, however the vessels shields were raised, suggesting that there was a lack of trust- or perhaps a paranoid fueled sense of caution. The Necromonger went from normal speed to dead slow and banked port-ways, bringing itself beside An Tiarna's vessels. There were a few heart beats of silence, before the comm on An Tiarna's bridge went active.
Ard Ri...it has been some time since you have graced the galaxy with your fierce presence...I look forward to reminding the galaxy of who we are. I trust you have no qualms with this?
The Dark Lords voice was deep but familiar. Nexus and An Tiarna went back for many years, through love and hate, and peace and war, but in the end, he was one of the very few men that Nexus respected in the galaxy; a member of a select few that shrunk with each passing day.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Jul 11, 2013 8:20:33 GMT -8
A single Carrock Cruiser entered Manaan's orbit. Avidus sat back in his chair savoring this moment. Lord Nexus and Dearg's force signatures he instantly felt, then he felt it. An Tirana's force signature. He grinned. A meeting of the minds, older more senile minds perhaps, but a meeting nonetheless! He waited.
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Post by Admiral Vereor Dubh on Jul 11, 2013 15:36:20 GMT -8
All the screens & computers aboard the bridge of the Cecelia IV were beeping and flashing, alerting the crew of the new arrivals. Vereor stood proudly in front of the observation window, reminiscing over the glory days of the IF. The galaxy will fear them again, it is certain. They'll once again have the respect they deserve, the respect they once so highly held.
Sir, more ships are arriving. Should we start broadcasting?
Yes, just give me one more moment.
Vereor continued to look deep into the vast blue planet which floated before him. The preliminary scans told him not much, if anything at all, remained of the home he once knew. Their fortress was gone. However, the indigenous population was thriving. He was very glad to see that, left to fend for themselves as they had before the IF arrived years ago, the Selkath were a strong people. He was quite looking forward to becoming re-acquainted with them.
The nostalgic moment over, Vereor made his way toward the comm station, where Commander Destiel handed him the mic.
Hello friends, it's been far too long.
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Gaiscioch Dearg
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jul 11, 2013 18:18:40 GMT -8
The bridge of his ship had been noisy ever since the arrival of his master, An Tiarna Dubh. He had expected nothing less with surprise arrival of so many old friends and loved ones. The noise was starting to become a pain however. He thought about leaving more than once, only to remind himself that as the Vanguard of this expedition, and therefore needed to be seen at the forefront. He was needed on the bridge to coordinate the movements of the thousands of ships in orbit, to decide which ones would head planetside first, and which ones needed to wait. It was a giant pain in his ass, but someone had to be the boss. The Sith Lord toyed with the idea of handing off the responsibility to the old Father of Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna, but dismissed it almost immediately. The man would probably bark that laugh of his and tell the entire system to "do whatever the fuck they wanted." Not exactly what was needed at this time. No, the 'Red Warrior' needed to be put aside for the time being, and the analytical, tactition needed be brought forth. It was about to be a hard, sleepless, few days. Gaiscioch Dearg was not optimistic about time. Thousands of ships needed direction, and thousands of people were about to need direction on the ground. Dearg hoped to assign logistics of everyone on the ground to someone else. He would be busy enough up here. He did note the arrival of a few flagships that were broadcasting names that he recognized. Perhaps Vereor would do it. Gaiscioch Dearg highly doubted that Avidus or Nexus would bother to take the time to worry about such a thing.
Captain Gerrack, Mr. Collins. You have the bridge. I have some private matters to attend to.
He did not wait for their responses. The Captain would give his usual, respectful "Yes, m'Lord" and he seriously doubted that Collins would have uttered a word. There was something off about that man, that had even him wondering what his deal was. It mattered not, he had been An Tiarna's personal... pet? Experiment? Guard? Friend? Whatever he was, the old man trusted him implicitly. Good enough for him right now. Gaiscioch Dearg had needed to be off the bridge. The realization of the new key characters arriving to Manaan had him unsettled. He could feel his right hand twitch, and his sides ache. He would never get used to actually being able to remember dying. And it was harder being able to remember dying multiple times. Whatever magic Lord Mortale had used worked well. He had merged the memory and souls of all of his previous selves, even the child clone, into this body. He remembered all of their.... his, lives. Right now he was remembering his first. An Tiarna Dubh, Avidus, Vereor, Nexus... all had been there the day his life had ended. The decks of his star destroyer swam in front of his eyes as he remembered... he remembered dueling Pyros. He remembered the bellowing orders of his master. He remembered the ceremonial knives piercing his body again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and....
He stopped and looked around. He had made it to the Captains quarters, the ones he had commandeered as his own. There was a bottle smashed on the floor across from him. The dark liquid running down the bulkhead, and seeping down to the floor. He had not remembered throwing it. Hell, he didn't even remember picking it up. His flashbacks had never been this bad before. He willed his hand to stop shaking, and ordered a cleaning droid to begin cleaning up his mess. He lowered himself onto a comfortable chair as he pondered the last few minutes. The Sith had suffered these flashbacks before, many times in fact. This was the first time that they had taken such control however. He didn't like it. Perhaps the Lord of Death's magic had not been perfect after all. A grin spread across his face at the thought of telling him so. Gaiscioch Dearg opened and calmly poured himself another drink. It was a fine Corellian brandy. He needed to put a tight lid on this. He could not lose control around these people. They were family. But as he knew.. family can hold more dangers than the enemy.....
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 11, 2013 22:28:01 GMT -8
*The old man cleared his voice then in a thunderous voice howled over the comm. link* Well can see I've assembled another crew of mindless barbarians around me.... Ok.... all pleasantries aside I want Collins & the crew to assert our return in the city.... *After a pause he bellowed on* We will send our valuables, the copies of the Jedi archives, the Togorian settlement & cattle to Byss.... The flora & fauna from the garden will be placed around the first 5km of the beach, from the city wall out. Massive trees will be situated so as not to obstruct the window view of the ocean.... We will sustain ourselves as in older times within the wild forrest.... You cannot hit what you cannot see. Our encampments will be on the move constantly, further confusing attempts to hit us.... We must think as our ancestors now.... We eluded being conquest due to our battle skill but also by eluding being pinned down. We have no need to prove our wealth in a magnificent show; we do so in battle. I have learned the great mistake of being captured by the allure of empire building.... We do not make empires; we bring them to their knees. We are an arrogant people but a smart one too.... We are Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna ~ Warriors of the Iron Fists.... Not a gang of useless businessmen.... Let us not forget that again. We burn, blast & bash our way to glory not make deals. To be sure we steal, but that's a whole other business.... Hope I've been bloody clear enough. **fter a brief pause he roared on* Manaan belongs to Mortus; we are but guests.... His return would be a great joy by me.... May we commence? *With another throat clearing he screamed* & I want all Dubh to know we are here now.... I will speak soon & they would be wise to hear my voice....
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Lord Magus
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Post by Lord Magus on Jul 12, 2013 14:47:04 GMT -8
Near to Manaan, at least near as such things could be on a galactic scale, a single Nebula class star destroyer emerged from the glowing white of hyperspace. It's form seemed distended, though it quickly took on a more proper silhouette as it appeared in the blackness of real space. It was painted in green trimmed with gold, a sigil on the bow one that had been unseen for some time, and above it a name stenciled large and proud.
The name was Balor. The emblem that of the Warriors of the Iron Fists.
The bridge was a flurry of activity, save for one man who sat calmly, quietly. He was dressed in the finest clothes, smacking of the wealth of a Tapani nobleman, but the strong hands, muscle evident even beneath the fine clothes, and fierce eyes told a different tale.
Cormac Dubh, formerly Hejaran had come home, though a home he had never himself known; having grown up on Nightsinger's Orb.
"Sir Lucian, get me a channel to my father's ship."
Sir Lucian barked out an order and in a moment Cormac's image and voice was being projected across Space to the ship of his father, An Tiarna Dubh.
Good afternoon father. Balor has arrived, as you commanded.
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jul 12, 2013 16:38:02 GMT -8
*The old man howled as if out of nowhere* :: Nexus in my drunkeness I missed your kindly words.... It is good to hear from you. Vereor & Dearg? This is indeed the IF of old.Avi s'all calm I hope. The other fella I am unfamiliar with but he bears the Dubh name....::
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Post by Delvin Keets on Jul 13, 2013 17:26:21 GMT -8
Avidus smiled at the orders being given. They reminded him of bygone days. Memories flashed through his head, not all bright and rosy, but many dark ones as well. One thing he vividly remembered was how much he had missed the old days. Now it seemed a dream. He had been called away from his business with the Exchange on short noticed and left hurriedly because family was much more important. He waited a few minutes. Then opened his comm link and spoke to An Tirana's ship.
::Athair beannachtaí, it has been far too long. When do we all get to finally meet on the ground? I am most anxious to hear of your plans for the future of Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna.::
His comm went dead. He didn't say it, but he missed the old bastard. And dearg, nexus, and the others as well.
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Gaiscioch Dearg
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jul 13, 2013 18:34:39 GMT -8
Gaisicoch Dearg was back on the bridge of his Nebula-class Star Destroyer. The stupid thing really did need a new name.., but it just wasn't high enough on his priority list. Right now his priority was shipping people and supplies down to the big pond below him. Shuttles had been ascending and descending for two days straight. Ever since he, and the rest of the fleet, had gotten here. A lot of work went into taking over a planet, even when it was done peacefully. Somehow he had been roped into doing most of the work. He supposed it made sense, he did run Onderon for a number of years. It had run like a well oiled machine for years under his ruling hand. For a moment he wondered if the Mandalorians had reclaimed it yet. They had wanted it for years, even tried sneaking onto Duxn more than once. It had been years since he had left.. well been murdered by Dragus. Place was probably overrun by Mando's by now. Dearg's head turned as some bridge hand called for his attention. Yet another wave of transports heading to the infamous beach of Manaan. A place built and rebuilt by members of Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna. It was almost as iconic as Ahto city itself by now. Gaiscioch Dearg gave the necessary instructions and permissions for the ships to land. They carried more vegetation and Togarians for the reforestation and population of the beach. There seemed to be no end to it all. The Sith Lord was shocked to find so many people had remained loyal to the Iron Fists. Sith Lords were not known to have the biggest fan base, something he had learned more and more since leaving this faction. He had not been the most... liked man since he had slipped down his darker path..
The Lord of Destruction sighed as he turned and stared at the planet of Manaan once more. His flashbacks did not like that he was here. Much as Lord Vader had once avoided the planet of Tatooine; Gaiscioch Dearg had not come back to this place since shortly after his resurrection. His old self had found the place, "too painful." He truly had been weak back then. Trusted far too many people, and had left far too many of them alive. A price he had paid for in full. He would be smarter this time. Stronger. His head cocked to one side, "listening" to the Force. He checked in every few minutes. Just to make sure no one new had entered the system. Someone that he was unaware of. Everything seemed to be unchanged for now. The major players were still in orbit, along with any apprentices or acolytes they may have brought. Too many unknowns on those ships. The urge to blast a few to atoms was still strong. He stayed his hand and command however. Treason was not necessary, not yet...
He forced himself to stop thinking about it and turn away from the viewports. Captain Gerrack was busy at work as well. Maintaining every ship in the system. He needed to find a spot for every Iron Fist ship in the system, either in orbit or on the planet. In the meantime they could not restrict the day to day traffic of Manaan. It was a daunting task, one that Gaiscioch Dearg passed onto Gerrack when he needed a break from doing that as well. Collins had been on his bridge as well, handling a few tasks here and there. He was not much of a logistics man however, and An Tiarna Dubh had wanted his man back. Collins was on his way down to Ahto city on one of Gaiscioch Dearg's personal shuttles. It would allow him to go through any barricades, stops, searches, etc. that the Manaan government would put him through. Apparently the old man wanted Collins seal of approval before landing himself. Well he would have it. Gaiscioch Dearg had made sure of everything before calling in the family. The local natives were thrilled to have their old protectors back. Their planet had lived in peace the entire time that Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna had been in charge of Manaan. Why wouldn't they be happy to have them back? It had taken very little to convince the local government to accept them back with no hassle. The takeover was friendly and complete. Collins would sign off on it, and An Tiarna Dubh could return home last...
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Post by Admiral Vereor Dubh on Jul 13, 2013 20:38:57 GMT -8
There was a constant glow and beeping from the various monitors & such as the activity continued. Every life sign was detected, every heat signature. The locations & velocities of all the detectable spacecraft were all on display for the crew on the bridge to see. But Vereor could feel them. He could feel them all, he could feel each life form, and to an extent, their emotions, their minds. And, to an extent, he'd be able to influence them, if he so desired. The talent was called battle meditation, and it was a rare one which gave him quite the edge when at war. He stood on the bridge, staring into the ocean planet before him, feeling the lives & minds of his crew, of his allies here. Their emotions & feelings washed over his mind. It was something incredibly familiar, and it has been years since he has felt it. He was in his element. He was beginning to get into the trance when there was a tap on his shoulder.
Sir? Our scans are showing that more of our fleet are about to join us.
Vereor nods. He was beginning to wonder when they'd show up. Four Nova-class battlecruisers dropped out of hyperspace and placed themselves on either side of the Cecelia IV, forming into a V. Commander Destial communicated with the other commanding officers on the new arrivals and they began to co-ordinate their efforts. Transport ships began to make their way to the beach, filled with various flora & fauna, but most of them carrying sets of technical equipment, such as sentry guns, personal shields, communication arrays, state of the art observation equipment. The finer, newer things that old An Tiarna Dubh may have neglected to bring. Vereor thought ahead and brought what he thought would be needful for their efforts. Other transport ships were carrying weapons. Just filled to the top with weapons. You could never have too many of those.
Destial, you're now in charge of the crew & the fleet. If any real emergencies arise, or anything of particular interest, I'm leaving my communicator on. Only use if needed.
The obedient man bows and assumes his proud position behind the main controls, adorning the special headset with the heads-up-display which would make it easier for him to be aware of more things at once. Vereor made his way his personal hanger bay, where he was greeted with his personal security team. The four men he met were highly trained Echani warriors, who wore the traditional red outfits and carried the staves with them. While yes, they may just be there for intimidation when needed, and they certainly can hold their own in a fight, but Vereor kept the entourage around more because he liked to feel important. The ramp to his Dynamic-class freighter. He was well aware the ship itself was outdated by thousands of years. He was well aware there may be newer ships, better ships, faster ships. But he had had this particular ship stripped to it's frame and refitted with the newest armour, the newest sheilding, the newest communication & jamming equipment. It was a deceiving little ship, and he loved being underestimated. He boarded the ship, took the pilot's seat, and began his descent.
To all ships in the area, this is Admiral Vereor Dubh. I am on my way to the beach.
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jul 14, 2013 13:00:48 GMT -8
Shuttle 6895 you are cleared for takeoff. Ahto city is awaiting your arrival.
The shuttle that Gaiscioch Dearg had boarded rumbled as it lifted off from the steel floor of the shuttle bay. An Tiarna Dubh had ordered a face to face meeting with all of the major players in the system. So he had left the ship in the care of Captain Gerrack and headed for the shuttles. Best not to keep the man waiting, he was not the most patient of men. His stomach turned slightly as the shuttle left the gravity of the star destroyer to enter the non-gravity of space. Most people never felt the transition due to every ships artificial gravity systems. Gaiscioch Dearg however had spent more time in space than not. His body could tell, even if for just a split second. Stars and ships alike seemed to slip by as the shuttle made its way through the traffic of Manaan's space. Most ships had to wait for hours and hours before they could begin their descent to the planet. People like Gaiscioch Dearg were given a free pass. It certainly paid to be a feared Lord of the Sith. He settled back and tried his best to actually relax as he descended to Manaan. Where his real story had begun....
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Post by Lord Nexus on Jul 15, 2013 7:44:23 GMT -8
As comm links fell silent, and vessels made their way to the surface, Lord Nexus decided against arriving conventionally. Men would come, with their tails of servants and guards, but not Nexus. On Manaan, such pretensions were soon erased. This planet had humbled him many times, as has An Tiarna. Rather than making his way to a shuttle clad in appropriate uniform, Nexus made his way to the Hssiss barracks. He exchanged brief words with the commander there, a man who called himself Razak. After a few words followed by some laughs and guffaws, Nexus made his way deeper into the section of the ship. Entering the deployment room, now clad in Hssiss power armor, Nexus made his way to a pod. Entering it, he hit a few keys, then sealed the doors. There were a few moments of silence before the all to familiar sensation of rapid ejection gripped the pod, as it hurdled him towards Manaan.
The Hssiss pods, usually reserved for small scale special op missions was not very large. It was roughly the size of an ancient sarcophagus, with a lance like exterior. As the bolt propelled itself into Manaan's atmosphere, it would slow its entry before opening up, leaving nothing between the Hssiss and the planet. And then it was the duty of the Hssiss to fall. And so Nexus fell, just as the pod reached the atmosphere. He plummeted towards the surface.
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Lord Magus
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Post by Lord Magus on Jul 15, 2013 9:52:01 GMT -8
As Balor approached the surface, the Tapani crew set about their tasks with vigor, clearly nervous about the many ships in orbit, and the dark reputation of the company there assembled. Cormac left the ship under Lucian's command and took a shuttle down to the surface.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Jul 16, 2013 4:36:15 GMT -8
Avidus watched from his bridge as several of the familiar faces left for the surface. He then turned and exchanged a few words with the captain of the ship and then he headed to his small shuttle which was attached to the outside of his ship as he had no need of a hangar bay. He stopped in his chambers and donned his leather armor and black tattered robes. The symbols of the IF had once been emboldened in blood red on the back of the robe, but they had long faded. Avidus entered his shuttle and set the coordinates. The shuttle then headed towards the beach.
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