Culex
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Post by Culex on Sept 14, 2017 21:44:34 GMT -8
*Culex had been briefed ahead of time of their... expected arrival. And the AI had not found a moment of peace since. Yuuzhan Vong... Yuuzhan Vong! The biggest technophobes in the galaxy! And he thought he'd been nervous enough when the Tuskens came by all that time ago! Despite assurances that the "client" would be cooperative and was only here to reverse a corruptive influence left on the planet, Culex had endlessly run probability tests on how badly this would end for him. Data centers smashed, blasted to pieces, warped, or whatever else Yuuzhan Vong were capable of, and how likely his subroutines could preserve themselves. He'd considered beaming himself off world until he was certain the "visitor" had left everything intact; the redhead could take care of his duties while out.
Culex was just grateful he wasn't the one to greet them. Probably for the best, maybe they'd have found it an insult. Which suddenly activated his defiant personality and his holographic projection scowled at the bizarre craft floating in front of him.* "I'm just as conscious and important as any other sentient!" *he shouted, with no one to listen.* "Arguably more so than others! Maybe they should have had me greet them! Pretentious, presumptuous little..." *His rants were soon reduced to mere grumbling as he continued to watch... and his processors soon shifted back into nervousness; his figure vanishing into the machine as though hiding in fear.*
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Menzine
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Post by Menzine on Sept 15, 2017 5:19:02 GMT -8
Menzine watched with distaste out of the translucent membrane as the infidel ships settled into position ahead of Viccae, which translated roughly as 'Anger in Pride' in the tongues of this galaxy. She didn't bother to answer the Jedi's question, instead touching one of the ridges on the Oggzil to lull the biot into sleep. Stepping back to her seat she settled back in and pulled the cognition hood back down over her head with a shudder of discomfort. She hearkened back to days where such a display would have been a sign of weakness among her people, the distaste for pain and torment considered a sin against Yun Yuzhaan, who had given pieces of himself to create the Yuzhaan Vong in glorious sacrifice. Menzine had never been particularly beholden to such ideals yet she had never shown any hint of her reluctance in front of her peers. It was a relief now to not be looking over her shoulder for fear of persecution, a relief too that her studies, studies that most would consider heretical, were no longer the scrutiny and scorn of the less talented.
Sliding her hands into the controls she once again luxuriated in her ability to attend to her work, the satisfaction momentarily outweighing the shame and distress at the downfall of her race. She had jumped at the chance to come here and study the blight on this world, despite appearing reluctant to do so. Much of their art had been lost following her species' defeat and corruption by the traitorous world Zonama Sekot and the chance to study an agent that had likely been released during the war was too good an opportunity to pass up. That the Jedi thought she was here to assist them meant she would get full access and all the help she would need in furthering her studies, no matter the cost to the Jedi or their world.
A slight smile twitched the side of her full lips under the cognition hood as she guided her ship along in the wake of the Jedi fighter ahead...
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The Sable Count
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Post by The Sable Count on Sept 25, 2017 15:56:39 GMT -8
The Nexus and it’s two escorts exited hyperspace. The solar sailer deployed its sail as the trio descended towards the planet surface.
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Mary Cerulea
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Oct 21, 2017 18:45:10 GMT -8
Mary was, at least, off the planet. It was also nice that she didn't have to deal with dark, dank areas crawling with who knows what kind of horrors. She was still under the thumb of the Jedi order & the debt she owed, but at least the current mission was peaceful. If, well, boring. If seemed more like a make work kind of assignment, send the new one out to get them out of the way. The Tempest was drifting through the system's Oort cloud, taking ice samples from the vast array of random chunks & pieces that composed it.
For the majority of the run, she was coasting on low power mode. The droids were all tucked safely away & deactivated, with the exception of the autopilot droid that was slaved into the Tempest's cockpit. She was passing one of the viewports, heading to the hanger to pop out to grab the latest sample when something outside caught her eye. A ragged hyperspace window flared into existence. A corona of unreal colors & shapes that shouldn't exist glimpsed for a brief moment before it closed again. If anything came out, Mary couldn't tell, but the effect of the window was immediate & drastic none the less.
A wash of blue & green sparks rippled down the length of the corridor, quickly cascading over everything in their path. As they passed her, all of the various devices Mary was using simply shut down. For a moment, she was blind behind the blank screen of her visor, but she quickly cleared it from her face. She was just in time to watch the lights in the corridor fail. A moment later, the constant shudder of the environmental systems also stopped.
-Mary
Uh oh.
Which of course was when the gravity also flickered off, leaving her drifting weightless in the hallway. Once again, Mary found herself in a small, dark, enclosed area. This time it was also without gravity. At least it wasn't damp this time. As she started to swim her way back toward the crew area, she quickly ran into a fine mist of floating droplets.
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Mary Cerulea
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Oct 26, 2017 18:58:24 GMT -8
She spat as some of the dark hidden water splashed in her mouth. The taste was rank & sour. Her first task would be find whatever was leaking & patch it quickly before the entire ship flooded. In zero gravity, loose water was a major hazard & had to be deal with as quickly as possible. But to do that she needed a light, every power source seemed to have been shorted out & completely drained by whatever the strange hyperspace event had been. However, Mary was nothing if not prepared. Within a minute of floating, much better speed than she could have done on foot, she was at the entrance to the armory. The sealed door would be a pain to open, even under normal situations, but she had prepared here as well. A pair of discrete cuts in what would be the ceiling in normal gravity concealed a pair of straps to firmly hold her in place & allow her to work the heavy mechanism without floating off.
Inside the armory, a quick check showed that not even the supposedly sealed containers had managed to prevent the draining effect on the power cells stored there. In truth, she had actually been expecting that, it would have been too easy otherwise & life seemed to revel in making her life difficult. Instead she took out a small mechanical crank, a few seconds of swift cranking had a power cell charged up enough to light the first glow rod. Hooking that to her belt, she grabbed a few spare power cells to work on. Now that she had light, the next stop would be the workshop to get some tools.
She drifted a little slower this time, making her best attempt to avoid the growing amount of water floating in the corridor. In a few places, she needed to use her telekinesis to gently clear the way. It wouldn't be too much longer before the water started to be a serious risk of drowning. As she traveled she cranked on the next power cell, by the time she reached the workshop at the far end of the ship, the glow rod was already beginning to sputter & dim. She took a second to switch out the power cells, before moving toward the cabinets & racks that held her carefully secured tools. Due to good planning, again, she had a fairly extensive set of unpowered tools that needed nothing more than good old muscle power to work. She also grabbed a radiation meter. She hoped she wouldn't need it, but knowing her luck the water would be radioactive.
She didn't have a spare power cell for it yet, but she could work on it while locating the leak. In one way finding the leak was simple as could be, she just had to go where the water was thickest. Unfortunately, that presented problems of its own. Mary ended up using telekinesis to herd enough of the water further down the corridor to reach the breach. The hole wasn't major, slightly larger in area than her palm. In normal conditions the artificial gravity of the ship would limit the leakage to a persistent foul smell. With the gravity lost, the sewage inside was free to escape. A simple hull patch slapped into place was enough to permanently fix the problem. Of course, she still had to deal with the more or less literal flying river of excreta inside the ship.
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Altair Sirraf
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Nov 13, 2017 21:47:56 GMT -8
Nakor stood aboard the bridge of the Gadriel'lora'lya running combat drills with his senior staff. They had been at drydock for little more than a month now and he refused to have his men grow soft during their down time - a beat to station could come at any time and he would have his men ready for it. With his two Vett Pilots planetside overseeing Altair's own private mission upon Felucia he was left with only a single Vett and his Command ship to run drills, and so that is what they used - practicing strafing runs, cargo line assaults, anything a Vett and a dozen or so fighters could handle alone - all overseen by Commander Nakor's watchful eye.A series of beeps issued forth from the command chair directly behind Nakor, a communications relay being sent through the ShadowNet - only 24 people in the Universe used that signal.Nakor's eyes widened and he turned at once to his command chair and read the quick dialogue sent through the Network from Theed to Felucia, jumping through many hoops and backwaters before getting there.
"Recall the Fighters - send word to Lucian and Jez we need them up here immediately - Patch! get me a line to Jedi High Command... Prepare to broadcast signal on my mark. Now!"
Nakor had decrypted the signal Shade had sent and copied it several times sending one copy to Culex, one planetside to Lucian, one to The Jedi Base planetside, and one through secure channels to the Galactic Alliance fleet. The Republic needed to know - the War had just come to Naboo.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2017 19:58:32 GMT -8
==Present day.==
*Dutch watched the swirling of hyperspace in front of him. He was reflecting on the past two weeks and what it would mean when they reached Felucia. Little did he know how much things had changed or how long they had actually been gone. The sound of proximity alarms filled the bridge, bringing Dutch back to reality. Crew members panicked, sounding off reports of a massive object in their path. An object sitting not far from where Felucia was supposed to be.*
*Under the Admirals orders, The Javelin dropped out of hyperspace prematurely in order to avoid the object. What it was though caught everyone by surprise. Felucia, in all its wild splendor, loomed directly in front of them. The planet itself was not where it was supposed to be in the navcharts. What made matters worse was the Hammer Head cruiser dead ahead of them.*
*Orders rang out and the Acclamator pulled up hard, just barely missing the cruiser. No time was given to wonder about the ships presence, not when Felucia's orbit was so close. All engines came to a full stop and emergency thrusters came to life in a futile attempt to slow down the vessel. What little speed was lost, was only regained by the ship hitting orbit and plummeting to the surface below.*
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Altair Sirraf
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 15, 2017 0:59:30 GMT -8
Had the call for battlestations not gone out only a matter of hours earlier and the full sweep of sensors and arrays been focused to the task they crew of the Hammerhead Cruiser might not have known of the danger until the wake field of The Javelin pushed them out of Orbit with the power of its afterburners - but even being aware of the danger before hand little could have been done but angle the shields towards the incoming ship allowing it to bounce by them with minimal damage, but still Nakor was nearly thrown from his chair by the force of the wake distortion slamming into the hull from the Acclamator - a ship that was easily twice their size. Regaining his feet he barely had time to calculate the astronomical odds that they just beat... before realizing the Odds that put them in that situation in the first place to have been at least 3720/1.
"Pass word to Culex to get that Cruiser in line before I blast it from the sky! Damned AI isn't doing its job..."
The two officers in charge of comms simply glanced at each other mid way through Nakor's rampage before passing the coded message to Culex' command mainframe that simply read ::New Arrival - might need maintenance to Navicomputer:: and then nodding they had transmitted the message as requested. The Cruiser had since then regained its composure within Orbit and the two Vettes had returned to fleet formation - also having avoided the close call with the rogue Acclamator. Nakor - having righted himself reached for an open channel...
"Give these dirty rotten..."Comm clicks over::No good swindlers! Keep your ship in line and adjust your sensors!::Nakor had barely realized the ship was well out of range of them by now having overshot their vector and now being pulled by the gravity of the planet into the lower atmosphere."Lets just hope they don't hit anything important... warn the base of falling debris and get the fleet into hyperspace. We're needed elsewhere!"
Bridge crew became a flurry of activity as the final orders were passed and the last calculations and enter-fleet comms messages had been transferred and at last the four ships - the last of the Alya fleet, leapt into hyperspace with a flash of interplanetary light. The falling acclamator would have to be someone else's problem...
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Post by LE-01 on Feb 8, 2018 10:17:14 GMT -8
The drop out of hyperspace wasn't pretty in the slightest. The light freighter that emerged from realspace already seemed bad off, dents and scars riddling its surface, but inside.. well. Inside dwelt an AI struggling to maintain control and a young mechanic who had no doubt realized the rather literal gravity of their situation.
"Good news and bad news," LE-01 said quickly through the ship's internal speakers, choosing not to waste power on her holographic pedestal. "We're here. And, if you haven't noticed-.."
The thrum of the engines suddenly reached a peak.. then cut out entirely.
All attempts at levity vanished, and 01 spoke again.
"Safety harnesses in the passenger compartments. Follow my voice.[/font] Sure enough, her voice was modulated to sound loudest from the direction Eliel needed to go; time was not a factor they had on their side anymore. "And brace for impact."
She dearly hoped that she hadn't been given this gift only to lose her so quickly..
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Will Sontir
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Post by Will Sontir on Feb 22, 2018 20:43:37 GMT -8
With a bang, a Corellian YT-2400 light freighter blasts back into realspace, emblazoned by the emblem of the Jedi Order broadly on the hull. Close observers can see the traditional green crest of the Corellian academy prominent under the viewport of the cockpit.
The Jedi Master viewed inside was silent and solemn as he leans awkwardly across the control console without a copilot by his side. He keys in the clearance codes that are issued to all high level Masters of the Order to by provided unfettered access to partner systems' defenses. The vessel makes a smooth descent through the atmosphere straight to the Jedi Base here on Felucia. . .
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 15:20:22 GMT -8
The transport carrying Jedi Master Rawkill and Padawan Serenity Sage continued its ascent up from the Jedi Temple. Breaking free of the atmosphere of Felucia, the small ship traversed the void towards The Hammer. The crew were already conducting their final checks in preparation for their mission. When an Ensign informed him of the shuttles approach, The Captain opened a comm line to the Gannon Cannon. Causing a holoimage of the man to appearCommander Gannon...Captain... How might I help you?Just completing final checks on The Hammer. We are about to depart.Copy that. Your departure has been noted.Don’t wait up for us... Hammer out.The shuttle landed aboard The Hammer, before the Pelta-class started to move away from Felucia. The ships hyperdrive spun up as The Hammer moved away from the planets gravity well. As soon as they were clear and the hyperdrive was ready, The Hammer disappeared in a flash of light
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Post by Kebiin Carid on Mar 27, 2018 19:35:05 GMT -8
A YX-1980 freighter flagged out of Mandalore drops out of hyperspace above the planet and quickly moves into a standard orbit above the fungal world. Since he'd never been exactly comfortable with the Jedi, and assuming that they may be more than a bit nervous given the state of the galaxy, Kebiin decides its best to knock on the door rather than barge right in. Activating his ships transmitter, he begins to broadcast a simple message on the local channels.
This is the courier vessel Ba'balut requesting landing permission and a meeting with local Jedi authorities.
While he waited for a response, Kebiin decided to do some quick research on the planet while his ship takes some basic sensor sweeps of the surface and any apparent structures. Overall he did not like the sound of a fungal based biosphere, and assumed the world would likely smell of soiled athletic clothing.
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Culex
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Post by Culex on Mar 27, 2018 21:21:50 GMT -8
*A YX-1980 was not an uncommon vessel. For that matter, Culex thought it belonged to the Jedi kids at the Base briefly until he had a better visual on it. That, and the pilot was decidedly not a child. In fact, the name of the ship... he had to run some cross-references but it only take a moment for it to register as a Mandalorian word... Not the first time Mandalorians had come to this world seemingly civilly, not that Culex was particularly thrilled about their appearance given their unpredictable natures...*
:: Freighter Bobbaloo— er, Ba'balut, may I ask the nature of your visit? ::
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Post by Kebiin Carid on Mar 27, 2018 22:07:31 GMT -8
Hearing a response to his broadcast, Kebiin quickly clears the planetary data from his suits HUD and leans into the comm console to respond to the locals questions.
I've been contracted as a courier for paperwork delivery out of Camaas, some sort of legal document. Hard copy datapad, seems they want things done the old fashioned way. No passengers or cargo to declare.
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Culex
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Post by Culex on Mar 27, 2018 22:22:21 GMT -8
*Caamas... A quick scan of travel logs revealed that the Grand Master himself had conducted "business" there fairly recently. A Mandalorian acting as a courier wasn't unheard of, either. Scans of the ship seemed to corroborate the pilot's report as well. Culex then made sure to check the status of Caamas itself, confirming they were currently considered neutral, after the Grand Master's "business" had concluded there. The AI considered things a moment further before replying.*
:: Understood. Freighter Ba'balut, you are clear to land. Sending you the coordinates now. ::
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Post by Kebiin Carid on Mar 27, 2018 22:27:04 GMT -8
Received and understood, beginning decent now.
Quickly noting and entering the coordinates, Kebiin begins piloting his vessel towards the surface.
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Eliel
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Post by Eliel on Apr 11, 2018 21:25:21 GMT -8
The drop out of hyperspace wasn't pretty in the slightest. The light freighter that emerged from realspace already seemed bad off, dents and scars riddling its surface, but inside.. well. Inside dwelt an AI struggling to maintain control and a young mechanic who had no doubt realized the rather literal gravity of their situation."Good news and bad news," LE-01 said quickly through the ship's internal speakers, choosing not to waste power on her holographic pedestal. "We're here. And, if you haven't noticed-.." The thrum of the engines suddenly reached a peak.. then cut out entirely.All attempts at levity vanished, and 01 spoke again."Safety harnesses in the passenger compartments. Follow my voice. Sure enough, her voice was modulated to sound loudest from the direction Eliel needed to go; time was not a factor they had on their side anymore. "And brace for impact." She dearly hoped that she hadn't been given this gift only to lose her so quickly.
Then came the drop. Eli felt shudders throughout the hull like ripples in a pond. Did 01 know the extent? Did she know and pretended not to? 01 made mention of safety harnesses, all previous attempts at humor gone from her tone. She knew then. Eli finished the last wire, noting the location of 01's voice. She'd have to hurry and strap in before reentry. She tried to pull her left arm out of the hole, hissing as wires hot with electricity brushed against her skin. No luck. She pulled harder, feeling the pipes she had slipped her hand through so easily before pin it in place. Panic rose. How long until reentry? How far away were the harnesses? Eli braced her boots against the hull on either side of the hole and yanked. Her elbow popped but it didn't budge."01!" she called out in a shaky voice. "How long until atmo?" |
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Altair Sirraf
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jun 5, 2018 10:05:39 GMT -8
Transport and Resupply ships being sent to and from Felucia were not uncommon - but over the last few days the number of them had increased slightly. Since the return of Altair and his newly classified 'rebels' from Contruum it had seemed that many and more ships were moving through the area some of which being redirected towards the Jedi Base - some towards the Planets Capital and among them travelers were few but there were some. Altair had used the broadcast on Contruum - which had been redirected to most of Republic and First Order space to send a hidden message to his Shadowalkers - issuing a recall of all forces to Felucia. Such a thing was unheard of - bringing in every Shadowalker had never been done since Gadriel had scattered them nearly a decade ago - many had deep covers that would be blown by the Order but Altair had embedded within the message an order that wouldn't be ignored. The recall wasn't tactical, or even political as his broadcast had been - the recall was for a personal reason. Since they had been pulled of Coruscant by Gadriel and turned into the 23 Shadowalkers they had not lost a single member - not until Jabiim. For the first time since Coruscant, one of their number had fallen - and the remaining 22 would meet on Felucia to mourn that loss together.
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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on Jun 5, 2018 12:05:39 GMT -8
Felucian Orbit.
The massive Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer, Conquered Star, exited the swirling depths of hyperspace well away from any of the orbital defenses. The Sith'ari's A.I, Rampant Savage, began masking all emissions and sensors as soon as the ship entered real space. Passively scanning the planet ahead, it was time for them to locate the Jedi Base and commence with the operation. Standing on the bridge, well away from Darth Malvus, who was preparing to do some sort of ritual to mask the Blackguard's approach, he issued orders.
"All ahead full. Keep us at silent running for as long as you can."
As the ship continued to move forward, the A.I sprang to life on the holo-pedestal next to where Petrovsky stood.
"Sir. I can only maintain silent running for another seven minutes before our proximity to Felucia will render all countermeasures ineffective against a visual scan."
Cursing inwardly, Petrovsky snapped off new orders.
"Understood. My Lord Malvus, as soon as Rampant has a location, begin your ritual. Tac, start the clock. Once that runs down, things will have gotten much more complicated for us..."
As his orders were carried out, Petrovsky folds his arms across his chest, observing everything that was happening as the ship moves ever closer to the planet...
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Jun 5, 2018 12:11:12 GMT -8
And there is was at last. Felucia. The stronghold of the Jedi within the galaxy. A wicked grin split his face as he watched the planet draw closer. Reinforcing what Petrovsky had just said, he spoke to Malvus.
"Begin, Jen'ari. We have no time to delay. The Jedi mustn't know we are here before we are ready to strike..."
Turning to Vasari, he spoke.
"Apprentice, go to the hangar. The Jen'ari and I will be along shortly. Ensure everyone is ready to go on my order."
Returning his attentions to Malvus, he knew Vasari wanted to witness this, but there would be other times to witness Malvus' dark magics. Right now, it was imperative that orders were followed without delay. Everything was riding on the fact that they were able to accomplish this before the Jedi and their defenses were alerted to their presence...
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