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Post by Phoenix Or'dinii on Jul 18, 2013 10:10:38 GMT -8
A small transport ship comes out of hyperspace. Once within range of the planet it hails the planets command looking for a place to land.
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Post by Darth Ocious on Sept 19, 2013 6:13:41 GMT -8
[/i]-class dungeon ship emerges. Its matte black coloration allows it to blend into the background...or, this would be true, except for the illumination of the external lights and the afterglow of the engine exhaust and the soft glow coming from the bridge. Look close enough, and you will see standing on the bridge the harbinger directing this ship, Darth Ocious. Standing tall with his arms held behind his back, he is the only crew. (Wait, doesn't that mean that this ship is far from operating under optimal capacity? Correct!) In his time spent since Kashyyyk, he has acquired this vessel and has trained rigorously on board it ever since. His Sith Meditation sphere took him to this abandoned ship and is currently docked within one of the prison strongholds for captured vessels. Gazing upon Manaan, he wordlessly wonders at the directions that were given to bring him here. His first impression is perhaps kolto will play some role. His second, simpler impression is that perhaps the Eye wishes for him to add a swimming regimen to his daily workout routine. It is true that, while on the confines of this dungeon ship, his cardio activity has suffered somewhat from what it had been while on Malachor V. ?[/font][/ul][/ul] [/font] |
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Post by Haytham on Sept 20, 2013 14:25:17 GMT -8
He awoke, alone in his cabin, to the shrieking of his alarm. He'd set it to go off twenty minutes before the return to realspace, so he had some time to rouse himself and prepare for his upcoming mission. Rolling off his cot, the Sorrussian padded barefoot to the spartan refresher. He exited ten minutes later, freshly showered and pulling his hair back into a leather thong. It didn't take him much longer to dress in his customary Echani-model fiber armor and to strap on his weapons. Taking his seat in the cockpit just as the brilliant white tunnel of hyperspace desolved, Haytham wasted no time in activating the freighter's cloaking device; not only did he lack the patience necessary to deal with whatever condescending administrator was on duty, but it would be better to not leave a record of his being here. This wasn't an exclusive bounty by any means, and he definitely would prefer to avoid the other hunters altogether. Most of them wouldn't hesitate to edge out the competition, if such a chance were to come along; Haytham didn't intend to give them that chance. Confident that he was concealed from orbital control, he gripped the control yoke and accelerated down towards the planet.
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Post by Darth Ocious on Sept 22, 2013 19:37:12 GMT -8
* Forty thousand lines. *
« Shatterpoint »
* Forty thousand men and women every day, whose glimmering lines of fate come to a, sometimes sudden, sometimes not, cessation. I watch them all, from orbit. I see the paths, five minutes in advance, of ships about to travel from the surface to the endless reaches of the Hydrian Way.
I see my own path, my own shatterpoint, motionless here on the bridge. How long, I wonder, as I look upon it. How long until I can consider myself a master of this technique? How long, as I glance upon my muscle-bound form, until I have no weaknesses?
Like answering a beckon call, the Dark Side flickered and, instead of lines of light, I saw along my arm no fewer than seven glowing spots. Places where I knew, if I but poured in a little bit of power, I would be able to render this arm useless. I sighed.
I could explain part of it as muscle fatigue. Not two hours ago, this ship was still slugging along through hyperspace and I was passing the time with my daily exercise routine. But that's not the end of the story. The true fact of the matter is that we are, as Yoda once said, luminous beings. It's not merely this ...I don't want to call it crude...matter, but the power of the Force, that must be taken into account. A man who has trained his entire life can be brought to his knees before the unyielding power of the Dark Side wielded by none other than a whelp. So I must always remain vigilant, and train both mind and body.
I revert my focus to the planet's orbit-bound traffic and notice that my shatterpoint path has left its motionless state and is now crawling forward at a pace consistent with what I'd come to recognize as the Lictor ship's forward velocity.*
[/u][/span][/ul] "...Seriously, though, I'm pretty sure I can walk faster than this."[/ul][/ul][/ul] * But I don't. I gesture behind me with my hand, and the throttle pulls itself down. * « Telekinesis » * And the whole blasted thing shudders and lurches forward into the slow, slow crawl that is going to lead me to the surface...I think? Shatterpoint is only letting me see where I'll be five minutes from now. At this pace, I think several hours is about what it'll take to enter atmosphere. * [/font] |
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Zenchou Piteos
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Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 9, 2013 11:12:18 GMT -8
*A lone TIE/D Defender roared up from the planet's surface. After Piteos sat there staring into the controls in the mid orbit area, he still hadn't found out where exactly he would go. He was bored, greatly bored. He punched in a few coordinates and set off towards the hyperspace lane before vanishing into hyperspace.*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 7, 2015 17:52:06 GMT -8
A Sentinel class shuttle enters from hyperspace heading towards the planet.
-Scared stiff crew member-
‘An Tiarna, we are approaching Manaan’
A barking roar cuts him short
-An Tiarna-
‘I can see that you daft pansy – have you something intelligent to tell me?’
-Scared stiff crew member-
‘ummm… ah….
-An Tiarna-
‘ummm ah? What bloody language is that?’
-Scared stiff crew member-
‘ahhhh… yes… m’Lord, comm. links are open’
-An Tiarna-
‘Good enough! Let the show begin! The IF is back to claim our home Manaan. This is a call to all IF to return home & a warning to all who may stand in our way. The time is now. We will never again be caught up in the folly of empire building – leave that to the greedy. Our bounty is formidable; our liquid assets great. & to the latter I am not referring to whiskey, although we have plenty of too. Past that we will go where we wish, take what we need & roll over anything that stands in our way. People have tried to destroy us but fail to see that you cannot touch an ideology. Many of us have fallen too…. My brother Iniquitous lies buried at Yavin I am told. We cannot have this…. His remains will be dug from the ground & promptly brought home to lie in peacies… I mean peace. Fitting beginning to our return.’
Looking around as if demanding an answer from the sky
-An Tiarna-
‘Where the hell is Dearg?? My lovely girls?? Enough talk – let the drunken mayhem begin!!!’
Looking at an empty bottle blankly the old man tosses it over his shoulder as another is passed near instantly into his hands.
-An Tiarna-
'Grand…. I am drunk & want to be more drunk. Soon we land’
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Lord Nexus
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 9, 2015 9:55:20 GMT -8
For years, Manaan slept through the chaos that rippled through the galaxy- a cosmic irony when one knew the history of this malicious sapphire world. And suddenly, the slumber was over- woken by some drunken celt giant, returning home. The IF was back, and its lord and founder with it.
Such a dramatic turn of events was not to go unnoticed. And it didn't. As An Tiarna's ship landed, and his men returned home, another entity entered the abyss above the oceanic planet. A matte black hull ripped through the fabric of time and space, looming over the planet. It was a relic to the average eye- an old Leviathan-class Battle Cruiser, dating back to the time of Revan- yet there was more to the ship than what meets the eye.
From the bridge of 'Grimm's Wake', a behemoth of a man stood, looking over Manaan from the primary viewport. War, death, chaos; Manaan was the root of so many of these- it was no wonder the man thought of it as home. His crew watched silently, awaiting an order. Usually they would be bombarding or invading by this point, but the turbolasers were silent and troops were unarmed and in the barracks. Instead, the figure turned sharply and marched towards the primary turbolift, making his way to the ship's hangar bay, to board a shuttle and head for the surface to rejoin an old friend and even older enemy.
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 10, 2015 20:19:08 GMT -8
*A fleet enters Manaan orbit & takes up a defense position & sits silently*
Acclamator III-class x2
Enforcer-class picket cruiser x8
Crusader-class Corvette x3
Ardent-class fast frigate x8
Sentinel-class shuttle x4
Eta-2 Actis interceptor x1
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 12, 2015 23:11:34 GMT -8
A sentinel class transport lifted up from the surface then made the jump to hyperspace
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 19, 2015 16:07:46 GMT -8
*The sentinel class transport carrying An Tiarna carrying the remains of Iniquitous enters Manaan orbit rapidly descending towards the planet*
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 20, 2015 19:01:02 GMT -8
*The fleet of An Tiarna Dubh stayed in position in Manaan orbit. All seemed still but inside was a frenzy of activity. Admiral of the FleetÓ Miadhacháin received orders from the ground & plans began to be laid out. The old Admiral quietly handed out dossiers to officers. Close communication with ground forces was manintained*
-Admiral of the FleetÓ Miadhacháin-
'Gentlemen... let us get things organized right fast. We will begin soon....'
Acclamator III-class x2
Enforcer-class picket cruiser x8
Crusader-class Corvette x3
Ardent-class fast frigate x8
Sentinel-class shuttle x4
Eta-2 Actis interceptor x1
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Post by Adi on Dec 21, 2015 17:00:42 GMT -8
A small transport shuttle bursts through hyperspace, bearing the logo of a medicinal herb transport company. In the cockpit, a man sits, contemplating the task before him. There was a funeral to attend, and this was one that Skylar Winchester was NOT going to miss. He was going to make a stop in Ahto City, then, to The Mortus.
Absentmindedly petting the cat in his lap, Skylar Winchester set his course, and dropped into the atmosphere.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 25, 2015 13:30:51 GMT -8
*The IF fleet sits on high alert in a defensive position*
Acclamator III-class x2
Enforcer-class picket cruiser x8
Crusader-class Corvette x3
Ardent-class fast frigate x8
Sentinel-class shuttle x4
Eta-2 Actis interceptor x1
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Dec 29, 2015 0:18:16 GMT -8
A modified and richly painted Consular-class Charger c70 retrofit cruiser, identified as the Serene Moondancer burst out of hyperspace and made its way towards the planet. The sole living occupant and pilot of the ship opened a communications line towards the fleet and traffic monitoring official for the planet.
:: Hailing Manaan Control :: said Mirian, :: This is Captain Mirian Santiro of the Serenee Moondancer, trader/transporter, over. Looking for work, over. ::
She flipped off the comm switch and leaned back, parking her ship in place, while she waited for the response from Manaan.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Dec 29, 2015 3:02:55 GMT -8
*Coming into range the ship was screened by means available & findings of such were relayed to the front deck a matter of seconds. A small green light flashed in the corner. Without so much of a nod acknowledging this the old Admiral answered the hail*
::You are cleared to land.... You are aware of just where you are & who you'll be talking to?::
*The admiral did not wait for an answer to his question & continued*
::Land at the docking near the Mortus... just check yourself through the agonizing security & you'll find An Tiarna undoubtedly outside the bar drinking & almost certainly drunk.... Talk to him& good luck - you'll need it::
*At that the comm. cut & the ship was free to land*
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Dec 30, 2015 1:36:03 GMT -8
Agonizing security??? Mirian didn't like the sound of that, and had half a mind to just take her chances and jump to lightspeed. Furthermore, they expected her to land in a place called Mortus? This was all pointing to something she wanted to be lightyears away from. And yet, against her better judgement, she reopened the comm channel, :: Acknowledged, Control, over and out. ::
With nothing else but to go forward, since she wasn't running away, Mirian throttled her vessel into a slow descent into the atmosphere, heading into the unknown.
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Jan 1, 2016 5:10:28 GMT -8
[ Mirian Santiro | Consular-class Charger c70 retrofit cruiser, Serene Moondancer | Cockpit | Manaan | Location: Manaan's Orbit ]
As Mirian cleared orbit, she made for the jump point beyond range of the fleet, when she sent a message to them, :: Thanks for the hospitality, guys. See you around some time soon. ::
Flicking off the comm switch, she keyed in the coordinates and jumped away.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Jan 2, 2016 0:04:46 GMT -8
The silence of Manaan space was broken once more- this time not by a singular vessel, but by a small fleet of allies. The Obsidian fleet broke through hyperspace and formed up around Manaan, hailing air control with pass codes. The reformatted fleet of the Dark Lord was often a harbinger of war, and this time was no different, however their war was not against Manaan. These were friends
Frigate Class Vessels x3 (192 points)
Chiss-class Star Destroyer "Csilla's Bane)
Reclaimed after the battle of Csilla, this ship was repaired and manned by loyal soldiers of the Dark Lord. It's menacing appearance was complimented by the notorious black paint job of the Dark Tide. As the acting capital ship of the Obsidian Fleet, it was the center of activity- a terrifying black knife of darkness.
Nebula-Class Star Destroyer "Nex Sacramentum"
One of the original ships of the Dark Tide fleet known as the Dark Hammer, this ship was battle scarred, yet no less fierce than it was in its prime.
Victory I- class Star Destroyer "Harrowing"
Repurposed after the battle of Csilla, the Victory I took the place of the Dark Tide's Reaper class Destroyers, combining their might in a singular Vessel
Star Fighter class Vessels (48 Points)
Lion's Pride Squadron (12 Bes'uliik Star Fighters)
Manned by Nexus' best pilots, this veteran squadron has seen conflict across the galaxy.
Hammer and Nail Squadrons (24 Tie Defenders)
Also manned by veterans of war, these squadrons are the feared tools of the Dark Hammer, and thirsted for blood.
Black Squadron (24 J Skipray blast boats.
The heavy hitters of the Obsidian fleet, these vessels were the perfect hybrid of star fighter and support vessels
The ships assembled in a defensive position and awaited orders.
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 2, 2016 7:48:21 GMT -8
*Keen notice was taken of Nexus' fleet entering Manaan orbit. This was an old adversary & a much older friend. The CO of IF space forces, Admiral Ó Miadhacháin had received orders & was awaiting Nexus. No overt contact was made but coded messages were sent both to Nexus' flag ship & the ground. The old Admiral was pleased; if war still indeed existed in the stars Nexus was a fine man to be at your side*
Acclamator III-class x2
Enforcer-class picket cruiser x8
Crusader-class Corvette x3
Ardent-class fast frigate x8
Sentinel-class shuttle x4
Eta-2 Actis interceptor x1
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Post by Samson "Reaper" Ordo on Jan 3, 2016 22:41:15 GMT -8
Nestled within the ominous hangar bay of Grimms Wake rested a transport shuttle, known as the Fools Gold. This YT-1930 Medium Freighter appeared normal at first glance, yet beneath her hull laid a myriad of instruments and tools that weren't meant to be there, including counter-measure systems for when they needed to get out of a tight spot.
At the helm of the Fool's Gold, seated within the copilot's seat of the cockpit, Samson sharpened his kukri shaped beskad against a whet stone, silent as the grave. Covered from head to toe in heavy mandalorian armor, the silent warrior noted a beep, accompanied by a flashing icon on his monitor. He looked over his shoulder, calling out through his helmet's speakers.
"Might want to get a look at this, boss."
Not seconds later, light footsteps echoed in the corridor, as the captain of this ship, Nani Firestar, made her way towards her first mate. As a shi'ido, she was a being of many faces- this particular one that she wore composed of a heart shaped, smooth human face, with piercing emerald eyes and stark silver hair. She said nothing, but instead leaned over the shoulder of her armored companion, before pressing a few keys. She then hopped into her seat, and fastened her safety harness around her torso.
"Well, sublight drive is fixed up and it looks like we have a job on our hands. Let's hit it."
The two prepped the vessel, and after receiving clearance, lifted off, departing the birth of the Grimms Wake, promptly jumping into hyperspace.
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