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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 8:17:47 GMT -8
*Anxarta was a city on the northern coast of Anai, on the planet Lianna. It was the location of Anxarta Spaceport, which was mainly used by transport and private starships supplying foodstuffs to the local tourist resorts. Sienar Labs, under the control of Sienar Fleet Systems, was located at the Spaceport.*
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Anxarta
Sept 1, 2016 23:23:55 GMT -8
Post by Keith-070 on Sept 1, 2016 23:23:55 GMT -8
*Keith had never been one for ecumenopolis planets. Certainly it was an impressive feat to almost entirely cover a planet in cityscape and keep it all running smoothly, and its monitoring systems definitely would provide an advantage should there be any foes to challenge them... But on the same token, planetwide city also meant a higher concentration of civilians. A higher chance of innocent casualties. Keith had to imagine they had protocols in place in the event of an attack or invasion; he just hoped they were efficient ones.
But Lianna had been an important target for the newfound Rebel Alliance, or just "Alliance," now known to the galaxy after the battle at Dantooine. Almost within spitting distance of Felucia, it was also the headquarters of Santhe/Sienar Technologies, a major weapons and vehicles manufacturer in the galaxy. Mon Calamari had already sworn its allegiance in the earliest stages of the Alliance's development, but having another major player on board would be a complete boost to the Alliance's assets and overall morale.
And agree to join they had. Which was why Keith was here now, along with a defense force that had been dispatched to the planet. The planet and Sienar itself, it was wagered, would be a desirable target to the First Order, which was why the Alliance had struck early. Plus, the planet was nestled right within a cluster of major Alliance worlds, including Felucia and Mon Calamari; having the First Order control a world so close to some of their most important territories would be an unwelcome turn of events. Assuming the First Order would be foolish enough to attempt to strike so near the heart, when the combined forces of Jedi and Mon Calamari warships could so quickly bear down upon them...*
"The irony of this situation is just how many famous ships Sienar produced for the Galactic Empire," *Corinne, Keith's personal AI, commented via Keith's helmet comms.* "Or should I say 'infamous'?" *The AI herself was presently housed within Sienar Labs' systems; her job had been to peruse the designs, making queries based on the Alliance's most major needs and providing this information to the engineers.
Keith had been patrolling the spaceport, listening to comm traffic from the other troops stationed here as well as the fleet in orbit. The towering supersoldier made no outward recognition of her words, but he replied,* "Irony indeed. I doubt the Alliance wants to mass-produce any of the Empire's more recognizable craft though, especially since our goal is to show how we seek to prevent the rise of tyranny."
*When Corinne responded, he could hear the smirk in her voice.* "But imagine the poetic justice if freedom is won using previous symbols of tyranny."
*It was a mildly humorous concept, and indeed, there would be some poetic justice, but Keith only answered,* "We'll win this with whatever it takes. The Alliance heads will always assess our needs and call upon what will be the most use to the cause."
*Corinne didn't respond. Keith assumed she recognized she wouldn't get a rise out of him, not that she ever could, but that didn't stop her from trying. She had her job to do, regardless of her ability to be in many places at once. Keith envied that ability, but he made up for it by giving his all to whatever job he was set to presently. Even the mundane task of patrol.*
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Anxarta
May 14, 2017 20:01:20 GMT -8
Post by Keith-070 on May 14, 2017 20:01:20 GMT -8
*Production had been running smoothly, providing a steady source of weapons for the Alliance as well as ships, although not as much of the latter; the Mon Calamari Shipyards were already fulfilling that role beautifully. Still, several ships had been in production to fill roles Mon Calamari wasn't as efficient yet; or simply ships that were more favored by certain Alliance personnel.
Keith had kept tabs on the war and the battles that had been waged. While, all things considered, the fighting was not as widespread as it could have been, he greatly disliked that he had not been called to the frontlines. His talents would be far more useful there, instead of being wasted here, in defense of a world that was unlikely to be hit at this point in the war. And if it was? There were plenty of capable soldiers and even Jedi who could easily descend in defense of this world, not to mention the planet's own defenses.*
"Look at it this way," *Corinne said, guessing his feelings,* "The Alliance—"
"Recognizes my talents in the sense that they feel I am one of the best men capable of defending Lianna," *Keith completed, having already come to this conclusion.* "Doesn't change the fact that I could be winning battles instead of waiting for one that may never come."
"That almost sounds self-destructive," *Corinne replied hesitantly.*
"What can I say? I'm br—"
"Bred for combat, I know. But even for someone who's known nothing but battle, don't you wonder if you're ever too eager for a fight?"
*Keith contemplated this in silence for several moments, moments that no doubt felt like an eternity to the AI.* "It's what I'm best at. Combat, training. Military work. And war is a near-constant of sentient life. There will never be such a thing as true peace."
"Well, that's a bit pessimistic," *Corinne quipped.*
"Look at the history of the galaxy. Even during purported times of 'peace,' there were still skirmishes, battles, uprisings. 'Disagreements.' In some way or another, there has always been fighting. And someone has to fight those battles."
"I know that... but does it mean you have to sacrifice your outlook on life?"
"I never had an outlook to give."
*The conversation ended there as Keith returned to his normal patrol route, quietly going over the world's protocols in his mind. He should at least be familiar with those in the event of an attack... however unlikely. He was getting restless, and while he didn't want the First Order on this world by any means, he hated this current inaction. Perhaps he would request a transfer...*
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Anxarta
Nov 14, 2017 20:21:29 GMT -8
Post by Keith-070 on Nov 14, 2017 20:21:29 GMT -8
*Finally, a call to arms. He'd grown tired of what amounted to little more than babysitting equipment in his eyes. Lianna was now more closely-guarded, more prepared; it didn't need him standing around here doing nothing. The moment he'd received the call—referred by Aerandir Calmcacil himself—he had gathered as many good men as he could recruit and led them to his ship to prepare for liftoff. The custom CR25 troop carrier, emblazoned with both the emblem of the Galactic Alliance as well as his own family's, was ready to accept them, forty men and women who were ready and willing to go to the aid of their distant neighbor world.*
"Just leave the piloting to me," *Corinne suggested, the AI once more a part of his suit.*
"We have a contact," *Keith explained, inspecting the troops and their equipment as they boarded.* "We'll be rendezvousing with their fleet and making our way to Naboo from there."
"Understood."
*Once they were good to go, Keith deposited the AI back within the ship's systems. She integrated herself and ran a few diagnostics before announcing it was flight ready. Keith took his seat and told her to take flight. With that mere command, the CR25 lifted off of the ground, heading up towards the sky and away from Lianna. It was time for a fight...*
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