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Post by Vasari on Jun 5, 2018 12:34:58 GMT -8
Vasari knew better than to refuse, their approach was the first of many things that had to go right for her Master’s plan to be affective. Without a word she turned and left the bridge, doing little to hide her disappointment but knowing she had her own place and it wasn’t in the bridge. It did not take her long to reach the Hanger and she found Viox’s army performing as always with expert efficiency. She wasn’t needed to micromanage the actions of the company leaders. Everyone knew their place and had their orders. Regardless she checked and double checked that everyone was where they were supposed to be before finally boarding her own landing craft with the team that would move against the Archives - her own target was within. She scanned the hanger for a sight of Luxeria and catching her eye flashed her a smile and a wink mouthing “Have fun” across the bustling Hanger. When she was confident that everything was in place she commed the bridge.
::We’re ready, Sith’ari... Awaiting your order.::
Major Kage stood nearby and she turned to face him, sizing him up for a moment. She had grown used to working with Locklear and his promotion irritated her, now she was going to have to start all over.
”Are you ready to have some fun, Major?”
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Post by Darth Malvus on Jun 5, 2018 12:43:41 GMT -8
Felucia... how strange that such a backwater world was the stronghold of the united Jedi Order within the galaxy. However, to call it such a world now would be underestimating the value of this target and the foe they would face. Malvus still recalled fighting the Jedi Grandmaster Aerandir. With such a skilled Jedi leading them, no one should underestimate the crop of Jedi that serves under his guidance and command. This would be a worthy proving grounds for, not only the Blackguard as an organization, but for individuals within their ranks that needed a true test of their strength and abilities. Those that died this day would be viewed as weaklings, those who survived would truly be worthy to be among the Blackguard Reborn.
Malvus hears the command of the Sith'ari, nodding in agreement with him silently. The Sith makes his way to the forward position of the bridge. The order, mentioned to Lord Savage, ordered as crew members moved out of the way and kept their distance from the Jen'ari. However, the Sith was not alone, for he was shortly joined by five hand-picked Sith from his own ranks. They stood behind him, in a single row, kneeling behind their master. A grim and anticipated silence fell on the bridge. Slowly, Malvus stretches out his arms, his eyes closed, his mind focused... the ritual's beginning indicated by a shift felt within the Force.
The air began to thicken as dark energies were siphoned and drawn inward towards the epicenter, towards Darth Malvus. The five individuals, standing behind him, serving as circuits for which the energy concentrated at before pouring into his being. A groan was heard from somewhere nearby, the metal did not seem to like what was going on. More and more energy was drawn towards Malvus. It was absolutely invigorating to feel the Dark Side so alive within his grasp. This was only amplified by the crystal that resided within his person. Once enough energy was drawn, his hands thrust forth, palms pointed right at Felucia. The five individuals behind fell to the ground suddenly, no longer living after that moment, for their life energies snatched from them by will of Malvus as he began to speak.
In a deep voice, the red-skinned humanoid uttered the old tongue of his people, the ancient Sith language.
Tapti', jena'tes. Tapti'ir girdeti nuyak visita...
His hands glowed as the energies began to merge and swirl together, forming into their intended purpose. The dark energy that had gathered around the vessel now fell into the atmosphere of Felucia. Slowly, a small speck of darkness began to grow and emerge before the very eyes of those gathered. Dark swirling clouds that swallowed the sunlight over the Jedi Base. Flashes of lightning were visibly seen from space as anger within Malvus flared up. Hatred, anger, and dark emotions emerged from him, from deep sources within his body, adding to the growing violence of the storm that threatened the peaceful weather of Felucia. The clouds grew in height and size, towering within the atmosphere of Felucia. Thunder roared overhead as the clouds thickened, thoroughly infected by the Dark Side energies used to create it.
With the final words spoken, the last of the energy gathered thrust forth from Malvus, splashing against the storm. With the energy granted to it, the violent weather would only grow from here. Torrential rain pelted the ground, winds hollowing beneath the clouds, and lightning roaring overhead. It was a storm worthy of the Blackguard's true emergence.
Malvus turns back to the Sith'ari, moving away from where he stood. His person seemingly unchanged by the ritual performed. Once he was closer, the Sith gestures behind him at the visible black presence that lingered over Felucia. A dark plague unleashed upon the world.
Behold, my Lord Savage, the storm of our return... the storm of our rage and hatred... the storm of our revenge!
Those from within the hangar bay had witnessed what had been created by the Jen'ari. A storm unlike any other.
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Luxeria
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Post by Luxeria on Jun 5, 2018 13:21:02 GMT -8
Luxeria had made her way down to the hangar alone, surprised that Vasari had not followed. She was certain that she heard that the Sith'ari wished to speak to Malvus privately, yet the female Zabrak had stayed behind. She didn't question the choice, nor worry about it. Neither were in a place were they needed the other around. And with Vasari as the new apprentice to Viox, she expected that would be more common that they would go periods of not seeing each other.
She leaned up against one of the shuttles, waiting for their next orders, waiting for their moment to depart. As she stood there, she noticed something outside of the hangar. The planet below began to grow dark in a particular area, lightning lightning up the clouds. At first, she thought nothing of it. But as it grew, she could feel the darkness within it, even from here. More like it was emanating from here and being sent below. She suspected it was either the doing of Viox or Malvus as they were the only two present who had that kind of power or that proficiency in the art. Perhaps it was to throw the Jedi off, maybe to mask their arrival. Whatever the reason, she was ready and waiting.
As Vasari entered the hangar, she gave a small nod at her smile. Soon, they would be heading ground side and bringing chaos to the Jedi's front door.
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Jun 5, 2018 16:49:29 GMT -8
*And so at last they had arrived over Felucia. Sobrius stood near the edge of the hangar, mere inches from the force field separating him and everyone else within from the void of space. Down below, Felucia glittered with color; an almost sickeningly perfect allegory for the Jedi themselves. But his mind was set, his goals determined.
The Sith'ari had seemingly caught on to his "connection" with the Jedi of Felucia and was displeased by this. Sobrius had then only responded with a knowing smirk, amused by the notion that the elder Sith knew something the self-proclaimed leader of all Sith did not. Knowledge he would divulge in due time, but he had no intentions of showing his hand too soon, especially when it played into his own ideals.
Suddenly, his senses tingled with the nearby spike in Bogan's power. Shortly after, darkness grew upon the world itself, in a single spot, but large enough to be noticeable even from a distance. Sobrius scowled; were they truly foolish enough to show their hand this early? The Jedi would surely sense something amiss, and the Blackguard had yet to even engage whatever defenses the planet possessed. It was a move that did not sit well with him, regardless of its impressive spectacle. If his plans were compromised due to this, he would likely have to speak up when this was all over...*
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Post by Viox Savage on Jun 5, 2018 18:05:55 GMT -8
Observing the spectacle of Malvus' ritual was almost inspiring. Seeing the results of the ritual, now that was inspiring.
"Indeed. Surely it is something to give them a moment's pause. Rampant, Admiral, you have the ship. The Jen'ari and I must make haste to the hangar bay for our insertion to work. Await my word."
Motioning for Malvus to follow him, both the Sith'ari and the Jen'ari of the Blackguard Reborn would make their way to the hangar back as quickly as they could, for time was now of the essence. They needed to hurry and they need to be ready to launch from the hangar bay...
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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on Jun 5, 2018 18:25:12 GMT -8
Conquered Star - Bridge. Felucia's Orbit.
Returning to his position on the command platform, Petrovsky returned his focus to the matter at hand; getting the members of the Blackguard to the surface without attracting too much attention. Though, with that dazzling spectacle of bizarre magic that Lord Malvus had just done, it was more a matter of not drawing any attention to the ship specifically.
"Rampant, all ahead, flank speed. Begin jamming all local communications and have all DeeCee teams on stand by...this is where it gets interesting..."
As the A.I acknowledged his orders, he felt the subtle pull of gravity as the ship accelerated towards the planet. Being a naval tactician, Harlan was never on to shy away from trying something new. Though, with the Sith'ari's suggested method of dropping the teams of the surface, he almost regretted agreeing to it. Even after watching the holovids of the Battle of Csilla, he was still not entirely convinced this was going to work. Regardless, there was no turning back now. Breaking him of his thoughts, the A.I sprang to life next to him.
"Admiral, Damage Control teams are on stand by. All communications incoming or out going are currently jammed. We are rapidly approaching our calculated window. I will need verification from the Sith'ari before we over shoot our window, otherwise this will be over much sooner than any of us anticipated."
Glaring down at the A.I, Petrovsky snorted in disgust.
"He'll make it. If there is one thing I have noticed, he's exceptionally skilled at pushing the envelope. Spin up the hyperdrive and make the necessary preparations. And have all combat teams at their stations. When we get back up here, we'll be right in the thick of it."
Bowing its head, the A.I disappeared from the pedestal, leaving Petrovsky alone, anxiously waiting for the Sith'ari to give the signal...
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Post by Viox Savage on Jun 5, 2018 18:46:27 GMT -8
Reaching the hangar bay, with Malvus hot on his heels, the duo climbed aboard the AAL designated for all the Blackguard members as well as Captain Jayne and his Shadowtroopers. Noticing Vasari was not on this transport, he figured she was on one of the two AAL's carrying Major Kage and his team. And he couldn't even be frustrated with her at this point. He did tell her to do what she did best. Apparently that meant not sticking with the rest of the group. Doing a quick assessment, everyone was accounted for. Sobrius seemed rather...annoyed by something. But at this point, it would have to wait. Allowing his eyes to close, he inhaled slowly, allowing his hearts to slow as his mind began to focus the living force. The window was approaching rapidly. Just a few more seconds...eyes snapping open, he hollered into his wrist comm.
"Now!"
And with that, the word was given. Now it was all up to the Admiral and his A.I to ensure the arrived on the surface of Felucia. Hopefully this time, Rampant was able to make the correct calculations. The last time he had attempted this, he damn near took out the Emperor's Star Destroyer over Csilla...pushing the small, lingering doubt from his mind, he made sure he was prepared for what was to come.
In the AAL carrying Major Kage and Vasari, the golden armored Major nodded, grinning behind his mirrored visor.
That's what I get paid the big bucks, kid. We are always ready for fun. Especially when Lord Savage is involved.
At that, he chuckled slightly. While Vasari may have preferred Colonel Locklear aiding her, what she was unaware of was the fact that the nineteen silver armored Sith Troopers behind him were the Spec Ops division of the Sith'ari's forces. The absolute best of the best when it came to troopers. Cloned from a Mandalorian template years ago on Rhommamool, the men behind him and in the other AAL were a mixture of Bakuran, Zabrak and Mandalorian. The three clone templates the Tyrian Triumvirate had utilized to gain the bulk of their ground forces. Since joining the First Order, they had received updated training and genetic augmentations to enable them to compete, and in some instances, best the First Order Stormtroopers. As the Sith'ari's signal rang out over the comms, Kage hollered out to his soldiers.
You heard the man, buckle up and hang on tight. This is going to be one helluva ride...
What was about to happen next was unforeseen by anyone, save those who had been made privy to it during the planning stages of the mission...
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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on Jun 5, 2018 19:17:48 GMT -8
And there was the signal. Without missing a beat, the massive Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer jumped to hyperspace...
...minutes later it reappeared, skimming through the top layer of black storm clouds. Lightning flashed and danced across the hull. The whole ship shuddered and vibrated due to the cyclonic winds of the storm Malvus had created. Gripping the railing in front of him, Petrovsky gritted his teeth. This was absolutely the most insane thing he had ever done. Performing a micro-hyperspace jump with a freighter or a Victory-Class Star Destroyer was one thing, but with a ship the size of the Conquered Star? Utterly ludicrous. Winking into existence beside him once more, the A.I appeared."Thirty seconds to insertion zone. All ground teams are secured and ready for launch. Damage Control teams are responding to several electrical malfunctions on decks seventeen, thirty two and twelve. All non-essential subsystems have been diverted to maintaining shield integrity. I estimate, on this course, we will have a total of ninety seconds before we experience total catastrophic failure of our electrical grid. But for now, the ship is holding course. Having had a chance to analyze the storm's patterns, there will be a brief lull in electrical activity in twenty seconds along out port side. Adjusting speed to match. This will give our teams their windows. Once they leave the ship, the will be on their own until the storm dissipates. It is causing too much interference for us to get a signal through."Swearing under his breath as the ship shuddered violently, Harlan spoke."Well that is not unexpected. The whole idea was to blind the Jedi and we knew it was going to blind us. As soon as they can launch, get them out of here and get us back into orbit!"Inclining its head, the A.I spoke again."Alerting the Sith'ari now. Calculating appropriate exit vector and preparing the hyperdrive. Stand by to jump."Down in the hangar bay, the three pilots of the AALs received the green light to proceed. Lifting off the deck, the three AALs exited the ship and into the storm...and the Conquered Star then disappeared from sight as well...
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jun 5, 2018 21:04:31 GMT -8
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN GONE?"
Lucian's voice carried well over the near empty command module of the Orbital platform. His ship - the last remaining relic of Gadriel's fleet recently arrived from the action over Rendili was deemed too brittle to attempt the atmospheric entry to the planet and so was placed at space dock to await repairs. The technicians had adviced scrapping the outdated Hammerhead Corvette all together but Lucian had vehemently refused and because of the argument that had ensued he had refused to let ship out of his sight. Because of that Lucian and Jez had remained on the orbital defense platform oddly named the "ganon cannon" or some such non-sense to make certain these ass backwards repair droids did not scrap his ship the moment his back was turned.
It had been by sheer happenstance that he had been the moment the Sith Cruiser had appeared just on the edge of their longest range scanners. Needless to say the night shift aboard the station was not fully prepared for what had come to pass, but luckily the stations A.I. Culex never slept. And it was to that A.I. that Lucian was now shouting at - apparently the battle line cruiser had been there one moment then gone the next with the readings of a hyperspace tear in its wake.
"Well if they jumped where did they go?"
He echoed back to the voice that wasn't actually speaking. Lucian didn't know what the A.I. was doing - no doubt already several steps ahead and calculating possibilities and tracking the ships position. Lucian wasn't the type to wait - raising Jez on the Comm and nearly shouting into it.
::Jez Comm the planet - contact - battle cruiser unknown intent or origin.::
It didn't take long before Lucian was met with the reply. All communications too and from the planet had been jammed. It didn't take an A.I.'s computer to figure this one out. They were under attack.
::Jez prep us a ship... we're going down.::
Without even waiting for Celux to reply Lucian left the bridge at a flat sprint making his way as quickly as possible to the platforms hanger bay. He had to get planet side - the Jedi had to be warned - he had no way of knowing however that it was already too late.
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Vasari
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Post by Vasari on Jun 5, 2018 21:21:41 GMT -8
She hadn't really expected the Major to respond. Locklear never had... simply looked at her and moved on, as if he was too focused on what he was doing to engage with her - that or she wasn't worth his time. She hadn't taken it personally either way - it was just something she had come to expect from the soldier. Yet this Major Kage seemed to be completely different and had answered her joking manner in kind - though she didn't know how much she enjoyed being called 'kid' she couldn't help but smile at the Major's tone. She could feel the growing power from the bridge and before she could reply to the Major her gaze was drawn planetside - and the Storm they had spoken of on the bridge seemed to grow to life before her eyes.
A storm of that size - visible even from here... the power it would have taken to conjure such a storm - yet alone maintain it. She hadn't a clue how such a thing would have even been possible and now she was even more irritated that Viox had forced her from the bridge denying her the opportunity to watch it being done. Suddenly the 'quiet before the storm' pun Viox had made registered and she couldn't help but laugh. A joyous sound that easily filled the Landing craft she had chosen to join. Yet still she wondered at the point of the thing... wouldn't the battle for Felucia's sky take place before the landing - was the storm not premature? Something wasn't sitting right.
Thinking on it further was cut short however, for moments later after the storm had grown to cover nearly the entire hemisphere of the planet below Viox and Malvus came rushing into the Hanger moving towards the Landing Craft that Luxeria was in. She saw Viox' gaze fall to her and a look of what... anger? flash across his face. Annoyance more like. She wasn't supposed to be here after all. She shot the Sith Lord a wink and turned back to Major Kage breaking eye contact with her new Master in the process.
"Wait... we get paid for this?"
She echoed his sentiment back at him in the form of a very clear and confused question. The thought of payment had never even occurred to her, nor had such a thing even been negotiated - what use had she for money? That was her initial thought, but then she remembered her recent trip to Coruscant with Luxeria and chuckled once again. All a distraction to keep her mind from what was about to happen. It didn't take a tactical genius to deduce what was about to take place... and while she had no experience with such matters to know how stupid this plan really was - the Idea of a micro jump - bypassing the safety protocols that kept a ship from crashing into a planet - half into the planets atmosphere - pausing long enough in the center of a raging storm to launch the landing craft - then have the power, the coordinates, the timing, and the guts to jump back out again - clearing the planets gravity well. The odds of such a thing would take a very annoying droid to calculate. She hated flying...
And that was the last thought that went through her head before all hell broke loose around her...
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Post by Viox Savage on Jun 5, 2018 21:57:33 GMT -8
Standing near the entry ramp as the AAL was launched, or rather, ripped from the bowels of the Resurgent, had the expected effect. The craft jostled and shook violently, threatening to fall from the sky completely. Viox could sense the pilot's frustration as he struggled to maintain even a modicum of control over the craft. Everyone else in the craft was braced, in some way, shape or form, against something solid. Even he, was only clutching to the handhold due to his mechanical prosthetic hand. The spinning and careening was disorienting. One moment the cabin was illuminated, the next it was dark, then illuminated once more. Then the were upside down, sideways or even speeding backwards through the storm. Knowing full well that there was no way any of them would survive a trip to the surface if this continued, the Zabrak inhaled and exhaled slowly, willing himself to calm down, to slow the adrenaline coursing through his system. Soon the roaring of the storm outside was lessened in his ears as he focused on the three AALs making their way through the storm-torn atmosphere of Felucia. Picturing the craft in his mind, he reached out with his right hand, eyes still closed. Feeling the smooth surface of the metal plating, the edges of the angular bow, the protrusions that were the thrusters, he focused on them. Reaching out through the Force, he stabilized the craft they were in, as well as the others. Unfortunately, even for him, this was taking up a great deal of his concentration. Not wanting to exert himself too much before the upcoming battles, and not wanting to access the power of the ancients, revealing his true potential too soon, he wouldn't be able to hold the Landers steady and navigate his way to the surface...he needed the assistance of the others present. Hopefully they would realize what he was doing and render some form of assistance, otherwise this trip might take an unexpected turn...
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Luxeria
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Post by Luxeria on Jun 6, 2018 5:26:57 GMT -8
As Viox and Malvus entered the hangar, Luxeria pushes herself off the transport and moved into step behind them. After all, if she was to work along side her master on this mission, there was no reason to separate and try to connect back up again when they landed. Chances were they’d be thrown into battle right from the start and the chances of meeting back up were slim.
She was swift just as all the others were in strappinnin. She had no idea what was coming. Her initial thought was they’d depart and the ship would keep everyone busy while they headed towards the planet. It wasn’t long before she heard Viox’s command and the sudden surge that came from shooting off into hyperspace. The idea was strange to her, leaving so quickly after arriving. What did Viox have planned? Suddenly, the violent nature of the storm and the sudden return of the cruiser in he planet’s atmosphere was all felt at once.
Grabbing onto the edges of her seat, she fought to keep herself stable as her eyes remained fixed forward. With all the jolting a spiraling about, she didn’t want to try and look around and risk making herself sick. It wasn’t long though before she realized the state they were in. Already she was thinking in line with Viox on what to do.
Not wanting to die from this little event. She let go of her seat and stretched her hands out before her. Telekinesis was one of her strongest abilities, easily passed the level of those of her skill level, up there with most masters. While she rarely needed the use of her hands, the sheer violence of the craft’s movements, not to mention the other three, she needed all the control and focus to settle them out without wasting too much energy. Closing her eyes, she reached out to the three ships, working to bring them under controls. She found this to be easier than she thought before realizing the presence of another doing the same. After a moment of feeling the presence out, she saw it to be Viox, working in the same manner as her to keep the ships under control. And with the two of them, it would take less of a toll on their reserves.
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Post by Vasari on Jun 6, 2018 10:20:03 GMT -8
She felt the jolt through her entire body as ship dropped into real time and then she felt her equilibrium go haywire - the world was spinning. She heard the roar of the landing crafts engines and the feeling of the ship being torn from the battle cruiser made her think they were falling rather than flying. She couldn't even keep a level head long enough to realize their cruiser had jumped to hyperspace leaving them alone in the whirlwind of the Storm Malvus had created. On the one had she had not had to experience the turbulence of entry into Felucia's atmo... on the other what she was feeling being buffeted around like a ragdoll from the storm was worse than anything she had felt before that moment.
Her knuckles turned a pale pink from the grip she had on the ships hull. The soldiers around her were stoic and motionless each gripping onto whatever they could find their helmets a clear sign of emotionless expressionless control. The first thing that she thought was to attempt to stabilize the ship with the force, but she had yet to recover from the shock of what had just happened enough to be of any use.
Knowing herself unable to focus under such situations she dropped her mind deep within the heart of the stone and opened herself to Luxeria... she would have chosen Viox but the connection to Luxeria came perfectly natural and was made without effort - the massive ocean of energy she kept at the forefront of her mind loosely held within the first current of the force was suddenly accessible to Luxeria she only hoped that in her state that Luxeria would be better equipped to use it than herself as she clung desperately to the bulkhead of the landing craft just hoping to get through this in one piece.
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Post by Luxeria on Jun 7, 2018 5:45:40 GMT -8
As Luxeria continued her work to try and stabilize the three transports and lead them in, she began to feel Vasari’s mind touch hers. She could tell that despite the calm in her mind, her focus was a bit more turbulent than normal, which would explain why she hadn’t felt the Zabrak’s typical Battle Meditation as she always did.
As the feeling touched her own mind, something began to shift in Luxeria’s focus. She felt a deeper sense a calm fall over her. Taking in a deep, slow breath, her mind began to block out everything around her. The crash of thunder, the rumble of the ship being tossed about all faded away. There was only darkness and ease...for a moment. Before long, the image of the ships began to come into view, faint at first before their image began to sharpen. She could see them flying through the storm, the flashes of lighting streaming across the sky, yet still no sound.
She didn’t even register the moments her body jolted around, mind focused solely upon its task. It somehow felt a bit easy as she let go of everything around her and put all attention on maintaining stability. She couldn’t tell if she was using the power of the Dark-Side or not. Or was this how Vasari saw and viewed the Force?
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jun 7, 2018 14:01:27 GMT -8
Moments after Lucian hit the auxiliary hanger bay he was already shouting orders. He didn't care about rank or decorum - if his gut was correct then the Jedi Base was about to be hit by a shock team of First Order or perhaps even Sith Commandos. So much for the supposed 'peace' in the galaxy. With their Hammerhead being out of commission they would have to commandeer another ship to make it to the surface but before Lucian could get his barings enough to realize that no ship had been prepared per his orders Jez was already approaching him.
"They dont have anything space capable... this isn't a space station, Luc... its an orbital defense platform."
"WHAT? They've got to have a fighter or two they can spare?"
"If they do you'd have to argue with Culex about releasing one to us - everything up there is on lockdown."
Lucian's face grew blank as he surveyed the area around them. The hanger was largely cleared to make room for the pieces of the Hammerhead that were already being disassembled and brought in for repairs. Along with that a pair of the recently reconstructed V-wing air speeders - which had been broken down and stored on the Hammerhead in case they were needed for inter-atmospheric recon missions. Lucian's eyes focused on them for a moment and then he smirked. Already Jez was shaking her head, her eyes growing wide in what could have been fear.
"Lucian! You cant possibly be serious... The air speeders were not meant for non-atmospheric flight. They WONT FLY in space!"
"They dont need to fly..."
Lucian called out already moving past her shouting orders to secure the deck and clear the hanger. Almost at his word his command crew hopped to moving to do as instructed. It took several moments more for the Orbital Platform staff to begin following suit but before much longer everything was secured and the two V-wing Air speeders were prepped for launch.
"Latch them to the deck with the "Requiem's" tow cables and pass word for Celux to perform a 0.04 percent retro burn on the thrusters... Tell him to angel us towards the planet and Felucia's gravity will do the rest."
"Even if you do achieve enough forward momentum within field of artificial atmosphere inside the platform to reach the planet, without constant shield modulations going through atmo you'll burn up and die... and then there is the storm."
"Little bad weather never bothered me...
Lucian called out in reply as he recovered an atmospheric rebreather and compression suit from a nearby trunk and quickly changed on the flight deck - Jez standing there watching him with her arms crossed over her chest.
"You still need someone to modulate the shield frequencies... someone capable of several modulations a second."
Her voice was flat and deadpan just as she stood there completely immobile watching him prepare to kill himself in the most spectacular fashion.
"Already got someone in mind... second best pilot in the fleet actually..."
Lucian cracked a slight smirk and grabbed the mask that went with the atmospheric suit and took off at a jog across the hanger towards the prepped V-wing. Jez didn't move for several more moments watching him open up the dual cockpit and climb in. She glared at him even though she was sure he wasn't paying her any more mind before finally pealing off her shirt to change into the second Atmospheric suit Lucian had just happened to leave casually on top of the crate he had pulled his from.
By the time Jez had joined him Lucian had already finished the preflight checks - had to override several safety features that would allow them to do what he had planned and powered down the weapons systems diverting the power from them towards the engines. The original design for the craft had not even had shields equipped - it was one of the first modifications the crafts had undergone with Gadriel had commissioned them built on Mon-Calamari years before. Lucian and Jez had actually come up the ranks in Gadriel's Navy piloting these craft - he had flown dozens of combat missions in them before they had been promoted into the fleet itself piloting the Aureks. What he would have given for a pair of those craft now.
The speeders screamjet propulsion system fired to life as the craft lifted off the deck of the hanger testing the pull of the toe cable they had been attached to. What he was attempting had been done before - using tractor beam technology to push rather than pull the craft into the atmosphere of the planet - but it hadn't been done from this distance - even though the defense platform was technically still in low orbit a ship would have been far closer.
"Preflight complete - ready to initiate screamjet thrusters"
"Screamjet systems online - fuel reserves at full - power transferred to the shields."
While Jez was a smart ass with a mouth most of the time - when the two of them were in a cockpit together they worked in perfect sync and she would never dream of doing anything to jeopardize that - in point of fact she wasn't capable of it - their twin clone-pod had linked them in such ways that even though Gadriel had focused on each of them creating their own personality they were incapable of disagreeing with eachother when it came to matters pertaining to their craft - in this case they were the second best piloting pair in Gadriel's Navy - second only to Janus who served on Altair's personal guard.
By now the tow-cable was being strained to the limit and they were just waiting for the thruster rotation from the defense platform to complete the microscopic rotation needed to shoot them in the right direction.
"Rotation complete - prepare to detach... ... ... Detach now!"
"Cable detached!"
A split second passed and the shields that kept the hangerbay's atmosphere breathable dropped and the with the tow-cable no longer keeping them in place the small airspeeder shot at top speed into the dark cold vacuum above Felucia's atmosphere. Record speed was just over 1400Kmph in the moments before their jets no longer had the air to function they were moving just below 1300Kmph... and maintaining that speed they would move into the planets atmosphere in a little under twenty minutes.
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Post by Vixont Rzirress on Jun 13, 2018 20:22:17 GMT -8
**The Force, more often than not, has a sense of irony about it. It had been a few decades since the Falleen Sage had directly aided the Order. Well, at least the Coruscant Order. Longer still since he left for his home world in the Mid-Rim. He had felt a particular absence in the universe when one of his oldest friends departed. One of many reasons the Sage went into self-imposed exile on Falleen. That was until about a month ago, the dreams began. The light was reaching out to him, beckoned to him, as much as he was a beacon of the light. He knew better than to stay away from such a summons. Which was very much against Baran Do philosophies. But the darkness was rising again. And when the Darkness rises, the Light will rise to meet it. It was the nature of such ways. It was the will of the Force. Once again he was at it's mercy. At the mercy of something that could be very merciful, or very merciless. That was also it's nature. The very definition of dichotomy. But the time for philosophy would have to wait. His help was needed.**
**The Yt-1930 Eon Hawk was deftly piloted. Avoiding as much detection as possible from the fleet that orbited Felucia. Vixont could feel the power of this storm was darker than normal. As if it was summoned by darkness itself. Whomsoever conjured it was clearly educated and capable. This meant trouble had found it's way here to Felucia. Whatever the reason, Vixont would have to find a flow and a weak point within this storm to avoid it's power. Focusing on the Force, Vixont finds the weakest points and flies right through it. As much a showcase of his talents to the one who conjured the storm. Soon after, Vixont sends codes to the Felucia Base sending word that helps was on the way.**
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Post by The Fallen on Jun 30, 2018 20:13:26 GMT -8
The Lusinia dropped out of hyperspace above Felucia. Its shields were raised and the gun crews were at the ready. As the Captain looked to Ifrit for direction, he merely pointed toward the storm that had been formed above Felucia. While he could not be sure of its origin, he had a good feeling it was formed by Malvus.
The engines of The Lusinia flared as the Imperious headed in to the cover of the storm. It would serve as a good defence against the Jedi sensors and the battle stations located in orbit.
Ifrit made his way down to one of the hangar bays. Banríon, Zayara and Tasradan were all following close behind. A platoon of troopers emptied out of an AAL the , before Ifrit loaded in with his commanders. Tasradan slipped in to the pilot seat and pushed the transports engines to their fullest as they headed for the surface. Followed by a dozen other AALs...
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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on Jul 11, 2018 14:03:47 GMT -8
With a brilliant flash, the Conquered Star, the Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer, exited hyperspace twenty-thousand kilometers starboard of where it had previously jumped to hyperspace. The massive vessel surged with electrical charges, having just jumped back out of Felucia's orbit, where the massive storm was taking place. Hopefully the launched AAL's had made their way to ground, but right now, Petrovsky had other things to contend with.
"Status!"
Several stations reported in as having been reset. A side effect of the storm's electrical charge. And then the A.I's ghostly image appeared on the arm of his chair.
"Sire. Forward shield capacitors have been reset. Batteries 7, 12 and 15 have been rendered inoperable. Several non-essential systems were overloaded from the storm. Hull integrity is down to 95%. Damage Control teams have been dispatched accordingly. Given our current status, we are still battle-ready. Upon your order, I will ensure all teams are at their stations and ready to engage the enemy."
Petrovsky nodded.
"Get us ready to engage the enemy defenses. Now it's time to do our part."
With that, the A.I bowed and its avatar dissipated from the arm rest. Now it was time to engage the enemy's defenses above the planet, while the Sith'ari and his teams did their part on the ground.
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Post by The Fallen on Jul 16, 2018 4:25:12 GMT -8
The Lusinia pushed her way back out of the atmosphere, clear of the storm. Her shields were raised an the guns already swiveling around to target the defence station known as the Gannon Cannon. Sensors began their scans of the Bavos-II Heavy-duty Military Space Platform, scanning for the starfighter squadrons that were bound to be filling the platforms hangar bay. Compared to the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer, the Imperious' smaller size and time within the storm had mitigated much of the damage. Shields were spotty in locations and nonessential systems had gone offline. But it was enough for Captain Talak Antares to work with
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 5:04:31 GMT -8
As the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer and the Imperious-class Star Destroyer reappeared in orbit of Felucia, Commander Gannon had the shields raised on The Gannon Cannon. Ready to absorb any volleys that either ship might fire upon it. Meanwhile, the turbolasers swung around into their positions, targeting both ships. No sooner did they get sights on the two ships, that the guns started firing off rounds. The targeting crews meanwhile were inputting data in preparation of firing the Concussion Missiles stored aboard the Space Station. The Sith would not go unchallenged in their raid upon Felucia this day. Gannon would make sure of that, watching as the readouts indicated the first wave of X-wings launched from the hangar bay
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