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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 18:00:15 GMT -8
As the Imperial Strike Class Cruiser appeared in Honoghr's orbit, Honoghr Orbital Control started tracking the ship, as the operator for that specific sector, designated #6-Foxtrot-5, waited for a comm transmission from the ship. It didn't take long either before the ship sent out a request to land at the RDMC, a rather common request for most groups that came to visit Honoghr, since the RDMC was reknown on a Galactic scale for it's doctors and state of the art facilities. The operator opened a comm channel to respond to the ship's request
Captain Apollo of the Regulator, this is Honoghr OTC. Your request has been granted, approach vectors and landing co-ordinates transmitting now. Please be aware that while you are here, you are in neutral territory, any hostile actions will not be permitted. Please enjoy your stay
A one way packet would then be sent to the Imperial Cruiser containing the approach vector's and landing co-ordinates for the RDMC Hangar Bay. The system would continue to monitor the progress of the Imperial Cruiser and any transports that departed from it, to ensure they were staying on course, any deviation would be brought to the defence fleet's attention
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 27, 2014 20:11:53 GMT -8
Thank you. Our dropship shall be departing momentarily. Our vessel will maintain it's current position in orbit. Good day.
A Lambda Class Shuttle and an escort of 6 ARC-170s dropped from the Strike Cruiser's small landing bay and followed coordinates to the designated landing zone.
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Post by Erly Ryzer on Nov 4, 2014 19:36:44 GMT -8
From here...Leon stood back out of the way and smirked as the girl known as Erly asked if he and Fenrir were Firrerreon's as well, although it was an easy mistake to make and one that happened often enough, after all, the Warg were indeed a very secretive race so to speak and so they never quite had the fame of others. In between the woman's fluctuating scent and heart rate, which reminded him of a prey caught in a trap, and the Outlander's use of the force, Leon had to take a moment to calm himself, knowing that Fenrir might not be so understanding if Leon were to get into a fight with the Outlander, or have a 'taste' of Erly.=Leon Asikari=The name's Leon, and you are correct, Fenrir is indeed my brother. I guess you could pick up on the brotherly love between us, eh? As to whether we are Firrerreon's, that would be wrong. We are a slightly lesser known species, known as the Warg. And injuries like that, are really nothing compared to some of what we've been through... Our biggest problem, is force users... Like your friend, and that Mando... Fenrir had stayed in the cockpit as Kiri piloted the Wayfarer up through Juvex's orbit and made the jump to hyperspace, as he took a moment to consider the situation, wondering just what exactly he was going to do now that he had gotten the crew off Juvex. Obviously the first move would be to get Adrien medical treatment, after that though, they still had a cargo of slaves to deliver to Kessel, so that would need to be handled as well. He gave a nod to Kiri=Fenrir Asikari=Good work. Keep an ear on the comms... Fenrir gave a nod, before making his way from the cockpit, back through the Shadow to the common room, where the cloaked woman and the mando were currently situated. He took a seat and nodded to both of them before activating the interior comm links to connect to both the cockpit and the med bay to allow Kiri, and the group in the med bay to participate without being present=Fenrir Asikari=Rightio folks, we are currently on our way to Honoghr to get medical treatment for Adrien, who is the captain of this ship and it's crew. For the time being, I'll be filling his role, at least until Honoghr. From there, the destination will be Kessel, to drop off some cargo. With this in mind, take this moment to consider where you want to be dropped off or if you want to stay on board, whilst you introduce yourself. You can all call me Fenrir. So, who's next? :: Erly Ryzer, for those who didn't hear me earlier. We've got Adrien in a relatively better state, but it's a temp job. He'll need proper and better-equipped medical assistance ASAP. Have we reached Honoghr yet? :: |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2014 17:13:07 GMT -8
Fenrir also noticed the shift in the ship as it came out of hyperspace, during which time he was sure Kiri was already transmitting their request to land at the RDMC to Honoghr OTC. At least on the up side, Erly had managed to stablaize Adrien's condition, and now that they had arrived to Honoghr, they'd be able to get him patched up and ready to go again soon enough
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Good work, and yes we have arrived, I am sure we'll be heading ground side any moment now...
It was in that moment, that the Midnight Shadow recieved landing clearance for the RDMC and started it's descent down towards the Medical Center
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2015 20:50:07 GMT -8
*The Reliant dropped out of hyperspace and barely slowed down as it set a course for the Red Dawn Medical Center. Once close enough he activated his long range comms.*
"Red Dawn Medical Center. This is Captain Jonas Creel of the Reliant. I am seeking immediate medical attention for one of my crew. He has been severely injured and is bleeding out." *He paused for a moment and looked back down the hallway to where he could her Jak trying to help stabilize his brother.* "Requesting permision to land."
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Post by Ice Matango on Feb 15, 2015 21:08:48 GMT -8
Sgt. Lynx received the urgent incoming transmission from a Captain Jonas Creel, of The Reliant, requesting permission to land at the RDMC. He had already ran a scan of the ship and didn't suspect anything was amiss. Picking up the comms, he calmly answered the Captain.:: Captain Creel, you are cleared to land at the RDMC Emergency Hangar Bay. I'm sending you the co-ordinance now. Medical personnel from the facility will meet you there when you land. ::With that, Lynx set the commlink down and quickly sent the coordinance package then sat back to watch the ships progress toward the RDMC..
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 19:17:51 GMT -8
*Jonas barely gave a confirmation signal when he got the towers message. Setting the freighters course, he headed towards the facility.*
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Wayfarer-class transport, the Midnight Shadow - Crew Lounge
The fact that her facial expressions are hidden beneath her buy'ce can be a hindrance to communication at times, and a boon at others; Neassa is glad for the fact her face is concealed when the Nagai and the crew's newly christened medical officer join her and Silas in the lounge, since the vastly changed demeanor of the Nagai brings a probably comical look of surprise and confusion to her face. Not only does the Nagai carry herself differently, but even her voice and manner of expressing herself have changed. Neassa, an accomplished actress herself, cannot detect any signs of artifice in the Nagai's behavior, nor any hint that their medical officer, who presumably knows the Nagai better than anyone on the crew, finds her behavior odd. It isn't the moment to question their medical officer about the Nagai's possible medical diagnoses, or whether she is a possible danger to the crew because of them, and so Neassa makes a mental note to try and find a way to speak to Jemima alone when an opportunity arises.
Venturing a guess that they are meeting Anzhelina, the imaginary friend that the Nagai had been addressing when her behavior was so markedly different, for the first time, Neassa nods, confirming, It's always prudent to check your gear before going into a situation where their operation can mean the difference between life and death for you or your comrades, yes. Turning her t-visor to face their medical officer, Neassa asks Jemima, How is Draykon's condition, Doctor Sacharo? Do you have everything you need to care for him?
Listening to Silas speak of his homeworld and the man he left it to find as the Midnight Shadow reaches orbit and begins to move away from Honoghr's gravity well, Neassa finds his unique perspective a little easier to understand; the fact that the world sounds like one removed to an uncommon extent from the affairs of the larger universe explaining his lack of knowledge of some things considered common knowledge by most beings. While she would like to hear more about the man Silas hunts, Neassa first answers his questions to her. I am from a world in the Outer Rim Territories that my people call Manda'yaim. Outsiders call it Mandalore, she explains in case that name might be one known to Silas. Her tone becomes wistful as she speaks of her world, which may or may not be something easily detected with the distortion her buy'ce's mic lends her voice. Many outsiders find Manda'yaim a . . . harsh world, it's beauty of the dangerous and trying variety. There is truth in that too; there are worlds that are more serenely beautiful, without the harsh winters or sere open deserts of Manda'yaim. Smiling unseen beneath her buy'ce, Neassa says, But Manda'yaim has an allure all it's own I think; there are oases of rare beauty to be found in her forests, open plains, and jungles just as there are on other worlds as unforgiving to the careless. Her low chuckle possibly unheard as she realizes that her homesickness for her homeworld, which she has been away from for longer than she would like, has made her wax more poetically and lengthily than she is accustomed to speaking, Neassa continues to check and clean her EE before beginning to reassemble it as she asks Jemima and Anzhelina, What about you, Doctor, and Anzhelina? Where are you both from?
Looking up from her work when Erly passes through the lounge with her apparently ever present pets following at her heels, Neassa chuckles softly at the trio as they continue on through to the cargo bay without a word.
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Post by Jemima Sacharo on Feb 25, 2015 21:34:10 GMT -8
"You can pay me when we get paid, Connie jokes when Jemima says that she'll have ta owe her the credits for the tour. As they start heading through the cargo bay outside the medbay, Connie starts the tour by nodding in a random direction and cheerfully informing Jemima, This is'a cargo bay, and then continues to helpfully point out features of the Shadow as they head for one of the empty rooms. Helping Jemima get her stuff at least a little organized, enough so, like, she can at least get in an' outta the room, and to the bed n' stuff, Connie says, It's not, like, four stars or nothin', but at least ya don't hafta share it with any mops or brooms, huh? Waving a hand for Jemima to follow her after they have her stuff all sorted, Connie says excitedly, C'mon, I'll show ya the rest'a the ship!"
Ending their tour of the Shadow in the crew lounge where the Mando chickie an' the dude with the hat are all stoically cleaning their guns n' stuff, Connie tells Jemima, "An' this is the crew lounge. Pointing towards the sofas, she says, Ya got the comfy sofas an', she points at the dejarik table, an' the obligamatorical holo-game table. Dropping onto one of the sofas and patting the cushion beside her, Connie tells Jemimia chipperly, Pull up a cushion! Looking upwards as she feels the Shadow start liftin' off, Connie asks the Mando chickie and the dude with the hat, So, like, how you guys doin'? Getting your weapons all ready I see, she observes in an attempt to start a conversation, then gives a thumbs up as she says chipperly, Always, like, a good idea!" Aboard the Midnight Shadow... ...Dropping onto one of the sofas and patting the cushion beside her, Connie tells Jemimia chipperly, Pull up a cushion! Looking upwards as she feels the Shadow start liftin' off, Connie asks the Mando chickie and the dude with the hat, So, like, how you guys doin'? Getting your weapons all ready I see, she observes in an attempt to start a conversation, then gives a thumbs up as she says chipperly, Always, like, a good idea!"Silas smiled warmly at the girl. He liked her. She spoke well in the tactical meeting. A level head. He continued prepping the antiquated equipment necessary to load new rounds for the immense .55 cal hand-cannon. These items all came out of the small pack the Preacher carried. A small igniter, a well-used spoon bent into an odd shape, a small brass ingot, and something that could only be described as some sort of spring-operated snare or bottle corker? He went about setting up the apparatus, setting the igniter on the base of the spoon, which was bent in such a way that the ladle of the spoon rested just over the flame. After this the Preacher produced a small bag that rattled like it was filled with riches. He reached in and drew out a small fork, the kind children would use to eat. This he dropped into the ladle, and waited. As the Shadow's engines and repulsorlifts come to life, Neassa sits cross-legged on a sofa with her back to one of the armrests, removing her half-shelter cape and laying it out in front of her before laying her EE down on it and then removing a pouch from her utility belt containing the tools she needs to clean it. As she begins disassembling her EE, Neassa asks Silas conversationally, So, Silas, second of the house of Biul, where is it you're from?
The Preacher checks the small fork, which has begun to wilt from the heat of the igniter, and leans back in the sofa. He looks Neassa up and down, marveling at her weaponry
and her worldliness. Where I am from, we call our star 'sun,' and the moon 'moon.' It was not until he arrived that my people knew of the outside world, and the universe. From the little I have learned of such things, I know my planet lies far from any normal space lane and travel path for boats such as this. It is not easy to find, and few ever have. We call our home by a different name, but I understand that of the few charts that even show my home, you would refer to it as the fourth planet of the Kilia system. He checks again on the fork, which has taken on the consistency of pudding. Silver pudding.The man who found our world, he is... guilty of a great many evils. I have come to find him. And find him I will. He reaches for the bent, scorched spoon and pours the now-mostly-liquid into the brass ingot. This he lets sit on the table for a few minutes, before thwacking it soundly against the table-top and retrieving the slug. Reaching once more into the satchel, he draws out a fistful of used brass casings, and a flask. This he opens, tapping out a measured amount of powder into a casing. Then, using the snare / bottle-corker contraption, he feeds the slug into one half, the cartridge into the other, and presses the two together with a slight grunt of effort. Releasing the cartridge press, the newly made bullet falls free, caught in mid-air by Silas. He opens the cylinder of his pistol, and inserts the bullet into an empty chamber. Of the four chambers, only one bullet was present. Reaching back into the rattling bag, he draws out a small spoon, dropping that into the ladle, and leaned back against the sofa. What about you, Warrior? Where are you from? Tell me of your home. "Thank you." as she joined her friend. Then when Anzhelina spoke to Silas and Neassa, she merely turned her attentions to them, but remained quiet, adjusting her optic viewing lenses a bit as it was slipping down the bridge of her nose. She found the two individuals and their battle-readyness both intimidating and reassuring all at once. Reassuring since she stood behind them, and intimidating because of how dangerous they were as individuals."Oh..." Jemima shook her head quickly in a distracted manner when she realized that Neassa had asked her a question concerning Adrien Draykon's condition, "Yes...I have everything I need at the moment and in the foreseeable future, I suppose. And he's doing remarkably well. In fact, I suspect he might recover sooner than we all expect!" She goes quiet again after that when Neassa addresses Silas, concerning Mandalore. She was curious about the homeworld of these other people. She wasn't sure if she was reading correctly, but she had a feeling that Neassa was a little homesick. She then grinned back at the blonde woman, Erly, who seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere else, and took her pets with her. How curious. Jemima thought."Coruscant." Jemima said proudly at the inquiry about her homeworld. "Born and bred." |
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Post by Preacher on Mar 3, 2015 8:13:36 GMT -8
Wayfarer-class transport, the Midnight Shadow - Crew Lounge
Listening to Silas speak of his homeworld and the man he left it to find as the Midnight Shadow reaches orbit and begins to move away from Honoghr's gravity well, Neassa finds his unique perspective a little easier to understand; the fact that the world sounds like one removed to an uncommon extent from the affairs of the larger universe explaining his lack of knowledge of some things considered common knowledge by most beings. While she would like to hear more about the man Silas hunts, Neassa first answers his questions to her. I am from a world in the Outer Rim Territories that my people call Manda'yaim. Outsiders call it Mandalore, she explains in case that name might be one known to Silas. Her tone becomes wistful as she speaks of her world, which may or may not be something easily detected with the distortion her buy'ce's mic lends her voice. Many outsiders find Manda'yaim a . . . harsh world, it's beauty of the dangerous and trying variety. There is truth in that too; there are worlds that are more serenely beautiful, without the harsh winters or sere open deserts of Manda'yaim. Smiling unseen beneath her buy'ce, Neassa says, But Manda'yaim has an allure all it's own I think; there are oases of rare beauty to be found in her forests, open plains, and jungles just as there are on other worlds as unforgiving to the careless. Her low chuckle possibly unheard as she realizes that her homesickness for her homeworld, which she has been away from for longer than she would like, has made her wax more poetically and lengthily than she is accustomed to speaking, Neassa continues to check and clean her EE before beginning to reassemble it...
Another casing fell to the table as he finished his second bullet, adding the cartridge to his hand-cannon. As he started the process once more, melting another spoon in his jury-rigged smelt, Neassa finished her jog down memory lane. Manda'yaim. Sounds like a place I'd like to visit one day. When their newly-minted Doctor speaks up about her homeworld, Silas is likewise curious, as this -- Coruscant -- is a word he has heard before. Curoscent... (mis-pronouncing the word) tell me more of this place, Doctor. |
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Post by Jemima Sacharo on Mar 4, 2015 0:22:02 GMT -8
Jemima smiled, pleased to be able to explain something to someone. After glancing at Anzhelina, then at Neassa, she started with "Coruscant, originally called Notron, also known as Imperial Center or the Queen of the Core, is a planet located in the Galactic Core. Over time, the planet has developed into an ecumenopolis, with a total of five thousand, one hundred and twenty-seven levels of city built up from the crust by the time of the Clone Wars. The actual planet-wide metropolis of Coruscant is called Galactic City."
She tapped her chin thoughtfully, "That was the sum total of the information I've gathered since I was last there, though, I'm pretty sure my knowledge is outdated by now. Why, I won't be too surprised if there's been a few additional levels or even building changes should I return. It's always developing, always changing and improving. That's where I got my degrees and all that sort of thing, I did." She grinned and scrunched up her shoulders in excitement. It had been a long time since she was able to talk so much without being told to shut up and concentrate.
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Post by Preacher on Mar 4, 2015 7:53:23 GMT -8
Silas sat, a look of puzzlement on his face for a few seconds, before collapsing into a hearty laugh. Whoo -- sorry Doc, you lost me after Notron. Lotta big words in there though. Sounds like an important place. Mebbe pass by there sometime, see the sights. He poured the melted spoon into the mould, and pressed out another bullet. Satisfied with his sidearm for the moment, he sheaths the weapon and draws out what is unmistakably a lightsabre hilt from his belt, though it is unlike any sabre those aboard the Shadow will have ever seen. He lays the handle on the table in front of him, and brings a small roll of cloth out of his satchel, unrolling it to reveal a set of small precision tools. He begins to work on the hilt, adjusting various elements to his liking.
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Post by Jemima Sacharo on Mar 4, 2015 23:51:36 GMT -8
"Oh..." Maybe she got too wordy for the man. "...sorry."
She then smiled quietly and turned to look at Neassa and Anzhelina.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2015 22:32:45 GMT -8
The personality fragment currently at the forefront of her consciousness unsure of her origins in addition to possessing a nomadic nature not inclining her to form any attachments to places, Connie listens disinterestedly to Neassa and then Jemima describe their respective homeworlds, finding herself more interested in watching Silas as he makes his own bullets for his slugthrower and then starts fiddlin' with the weirdest lightsaber she's ever seen. Neassa's little mini-speech about makin' sure ya gots your weapons all ready an' stuff so ya can make sure ya got your people's backs in a fight inspires her to unholster her DC-15s sidearm and check the energy cell ta make sure it's all good, which Connie does before she removes her twin Tehk'la blades from their sheathes so she can check their vibration generators are in order while listenin' ta all the talkin', and she smiles at Jemima's enthusiastic and all intelligent soundin' description of Coruscant even though her memories of that world are not among those she particularly enjoys reviewing on the rare occasions she feels compelled to examine her past in any kind of depth.
Re-sheathing her Tehk'la blades, Connie reaches over and pats Jemima on the shoulder and smiles as she says cheerfully, "I don't think he was sayin' that ya had ta apologize for anythin' Jem, jus' that ya gots an awesome vocab that not all'a us are always able ta follow. I feel like my I.Q.'s shot up a few points jus' lissenin' ta ya! Standin' and stretching her thin, ropily muscled arms overhead, Connie walks over closer ta Silas ta get a closer look at the lightsaber he's fiddling with, chipperly telling him, That's, like, gotta be the most unique lightsa . . . laser sword I've seen. Not, ya know, that I've seen all that many of 'em. Did ya design it yourself? Gathering that Silas is from a world where the whole Jedi n' Sith thing isn't really so much a thing in the way it's a thing in the rest'a the universe, Connie finds it pretty interestin' that whatever cultural significance or mores surrounding the Force have resulted in the world's users, or Silas any way, carrying lightsabers, and so, choosing her words as carefully as she's able since she doesn't wanna offend Silas by saying anything that might go against his beliefs about the Force, or whatever he might call it, she asks, You, like, healed Ade with th . . . some kinda power, right? Is that, um, like somethin' ya learned inna special school or somethin' on your homeworld, one that maybe showed ya how ta make your ligh . . . laser sword?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2015 20:56:10 GMT -8
Wayfarer-class transport, the Midnight Shadow - Crew Lounge
Nodding when Doctor Sacharo informs her that she has everything she needs at the moment, and that Captain Draykon is doing better than anticipated, so much so that he might even make a full recovery sooner than expected, Neassa continues cleaning and then reassembling her EE-3 carbine while listening to the others speak. Silas, unsurprisingly, does not seem inclined to the freer, more expansive way of expressing themselves that Anzhelina and the doctor seem to favor. Anzhelina, in Neassa's estimation, seems both more observant and intelligent than her way of expressing herself might incline one to think; her comments to the doctor and Silas revealing that she doesn't miss much, whether it be subtle emotional cues to more simple physical observation. The answers to Anzhelina's questions for Silas should be interesting, possibly affording more insight into the culture he comes from, and as Neassa waits for his replies, she uses the opportunity to see if their doctor knows anything about Anzhelina's possible psychological issues, beginning by asking Doctor Sacaharo in a conversational tone, How long have you and Anzhelina known one another?
As the group continues to converse, the Midnight Shadow makes the jump to hyperspace, winking from view as it continues on its journey. Continued here.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2015 22:43:14 GMT -8
A single YV-666 Light Freighter dropped from the empty, vacuum of space, cutting power to all but its maneuvering engines and other essential systems, allowing the craft to gently loft into an orbit around Honoghr, holding short just under a mile from the nearest Orbit Control vessel. A man of dark brown, nearly black in color, hair with eyes looming like heavy brown orbs sat in the pilot's chair aboard the bridge of the vessel. His face appeared as though it had not been shaven in three to five days now, casting a dark and heavy scruff over his cheek, upper lip and jaw line. He was adorned in traditional Jedi robes of brown and burgundy, and a dark brown coat over that. Reaching forward with a hand, the man opened a comlink to the orbital authority. ::Honoghr Orbital Control, this is Jedi Knight Sihnyad Onasi requesting permission proceed to the planet's surface.:: His voice was a deeper baritone, with a soft rasp. It carried a the accent of a Rendili native, a trademark of his place of birth and his family's lineage. His family had deep ties to the Galactic Republic including one uncle who had been a previous Supreme Chancellor and another who stood as a captain in the fleet.
Following the transmission, the Jedi sent over the freighter registration and authorization codes. Any sort of proof the would show the planet's security know that he was who he claimed to be.
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Post by Ice Matango on Mar 7, 2015 23:20:19 GMT -8
Sgt. Lynx idly watched the single YV-666 Light Freighter drop out of hyperspace and enter Honoghrs orbit on the holoscreen in front of him. A quick scan of the ship was conducted while Lynx read over the credentials sent to the control room from the ship. After quickly verifying the information through the proper Jedi channels, he was satisfied that everything was in order. Picking up the comlink, he replied to the Jedi Knights request.Jedi Knight Onasi, you are cleared to land at Nystao's Public Spaceport or the Grand Dukha hangars, whichever you prefer. I'm sending you up the clearance codes now.Setting the comlink down again, Lynx pushed a button on the console and sent the clearance codes to the Jedi Knight and sat back to monitor the ships progress planetside....
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2015 23:52:53 GMT -8
::Roger, Honoghr Control. Thank you. Have a nice day and may the force be with.:: Cliche? Yes, but Sihnyad meant every word of it.
Once the clearance codes has been received, he punched in one of the sets of coordinates. It was a hangar to a specific place, and not so open to the vast public. He was heading to the Jedi Temple Hanger where he thought he might better be able to get a hold of someone that could potentially know the whereabouts of his former master, the one that had trained him all the way until knighthood.
With an adjustment of a few various switches, the YV-666 Light Freighter's sublight engines sprung to life, giving off their pale blue glow. The vessel lurched forward slightly at first, but then smoothly continued into a control speed and route. Soon enough, the ship was covered in a vivid array of color as the starship broke into the planet's atmosphere.
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on May 3, 2015 16:00:14 GMT -8
Jaecyn's fighter, under the callsign of Steel Actual, comes up from the surface hastily. He jumps the instant the gravity well was weak enough to allow it, in the direction of the closest Expansion Rim world.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 2:57:50 GMT -8
The Barloz and the Whitecloak continued their ascents up through Honoghr's atmosphere, before breaking free and moving into orbit above the planet. There was a short delay before Obadiah had the co-ordinates for Kamino input into the nav computer and the hyperdrive spun up as the Barloz broke free of the gravity well of the planet, disappearing into the dark abyss. The Whitecloak waited a few minutes, before it moved free of the planet's gravity well and made the jump to hyperspace
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