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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 8:23:34 GMT -8
*The history is currently unknown.*
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Alaric Lamar
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Sept 1, 2013 8:48:05 GMT -8
As the Defiant neared the Malachor System Captain New Bwau'tu glanced at his chronometer, which was set to countdown the hours, minutes and seconds until the ship entered real space at the edge of the system. They had less than an hour... The Bothan's hooved feet clocked across the metal flight deck as he walked to the nearest comm station. Inputting his command code he set his transmission to be received across the ship on all speakers. In a crisp voice he relayed the last command. "General Quarters all hands we are an hour from deceleration. Please finalize all system checks, and prepare the ship for VI control. All non-essential personell should begin making their way towards their assigned stasis pods."
Nek shut off the transmission then made his way to the captain's command chair. All around him the bridge crew scrambled to lock in coordinates, code lock computer systems and regulate power to provide optimal ship function when the VI took control.
Lowering himself into the plush captain's chair, Captain Nek reached forward and powered on his command console. Navigating through files and control nodes, he found a small file. Activating the file he was met with a query. Wake the Shepard? -Yes -No Deftly he typed in YES. The Computer whirred for a moment then the automated security system voiced it's message. "Verbal confirmation code required..."
Captain Nek leaned close to the console and whispered "Hyperdrive, Uncle, Alderaan." He leaned back and stared apprenhensively at the screen. For what seemed like minutes nothing happened then finally...
"Code accepted, Shepard has been activated."
Nek sighed with relief then began to relay orders to the VI.
Alaric woke from a light slumber in his cabin to Nak's voice blaring through the ship's speakers. Laying still for a moment to center himself he contemplated once again the mission that had deprived him of sleep and left him with only jedi meditation and shallow naps. Groaning slightly and filled with anxiety he dropped his foot to the floor and then pulled himself up to a stting position. He saw the Republic soldiers who occupied his cabin had already departed to their stations or stasis pods. Their beds and personal lockers made perfectly and sealed with personal codes... Jason was alread up and staring at Alaric expectantly. "Alright, Alright, I'll get dressed." Alaric said irritably as he rose then immediately bent down to retrieve his discarded robes.
"Are you ready? Mentally ready?" Asked Jason bluntly.
While Alaric was pulling up his pants he peered up at Jason. "Of course I am. I have meditated and come to grips with success or failure." It was the truth, hopefully it was enough to satisfy Jason and his... serious demeanor.
"What about the others? Do you think they're ready?" Obviously he was satisfied with Alarics answer, however Alaric did not think that it was him that Jason was worried about...
"Fayian has always been closed to the force... Meela is soley focused on combat, she has no worries... You mean do I think Kao and Roblio will be ready for the mission? Yes, I think we are ready and are capable of victory and if not then we shall charge against the dark and be slain, but as we fall we shall be beacons of the force."
Jason looked at Alaric for a moment then turned away and left the cabin. It took several more minutes for Alaric to dress but soon enough he too left the cabin and entered the bustle of the ships' hallways. Alaric dodged crew men and soldiers as he made his way to his assigned pod. He found his row on one of the lower levels, as he approached he saw Fayian about to climb into hers. She hesitated as she felt his approach through the force and then slowly approached him.
Alaric paused and remained where he was, he could not help but admire her grace and beauty and was curious why she was coming to speak to him. "Knight Alaric, I do not think that you and I have spoken before."
"You are correct lady Fayian, but I have heard enough of our peers and masters speak of you. I am honored to catch your attention." Said Alaric politely.
"Hmm... Thank you for your kind words. But alas I cannot reciprocate as my mind is... troubled. You and Master Vrook are close, he is your uncle and I have seen you display many of his admirable traits... I hope you can share my burden."
Alaric's smile dissipated as he heard her words. He placed a hand on her shoulder, sending reassuring waves through the force. It was not a touch of emotion or passion, but one of strength and unity. "Of course, we are jedi and we share each other's pain."
She whispered in his ear the trappings of a force vision she had received during her meditation. Alaric jerked back upon hearing it then quickly approached her again. "Say nothing of this to anyone else... The future is illusive and we cannot alter it. If it is the will of the force than so be it, but I have heart and faith that we shall succeed."
Captain Nek was the last of the ship's crew to enter his stasis pod. He glanced at the pod's read out, everything looked good. He has just finished granting the VI control of the bridge. A trooper in the pod to his left saluted, and Nek returned the salute before laying himself down in his own pod and allowing the lid to shut.
"This is the Shepard. All systems functioning at optimal levels. Hyperspace deceleration in 2 minutes. Prepare for stasis sleep..."
The VI then activated all 406 stasis pods, sending the ship's crew and jedi into a stasis sleep, freezing their bodies in time... The VI then waited and waited and waited, finally it forced the ship out of hyperspace at the edge of the malachor system. Before shutting off the ship's primary and secondary systems the VI activated the sublight engines and shot them full speed towards the planet Malachor V. After the initial burst the VI shut down the warship, allowing velocity and lack of gravity to carry the ship at a consistent sublight speed towards their destination... All systems were shut down to avoid detection, droids as well, everything was powered off except for Captain Nek's control board where the VI would stay in a low power state ready to re-activate the ship and crew when the reached the planet.
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Alaric Lamar
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Sept 1, 2013 12:06:24 GMT -8
The Defiant glided through the cold blackness of space.. It had been 2 months and now finally, the black shell that was Malachor was visible through the forward viewports. However the spectacle was lost to the crew as they remained frozen in stasis, awaiting the moment when the experimental VI codenamed The Shepard, would jump start the ship's systems and wake the crew. So far the mission had gone off without a hitch, the warship's main systems had been powered off and crew put in stasis to prevent any sith defenses or random patrols from scanning the veseel and realizing it was a live warship instead of a derelict one...
As the ship approached a countdown timer continued to tick away seconds and minutes, the short moments of time when The Shepard would come online again and begin to take control of the ship's systems... 3... 2... 1...
The captain's personal console began to light up, computer code began to light up the screen casting an eerie glow on the otherwise dark bridge.
"This is Shepard, exiting hibernation mode now. Beginning ship system reboot. Begin countdown for atmospheric entry and crew revival."
With the VI back online the bridge light's and consoles began to turn on. With it's sophisticated programming the VI was able to operate most bridge systems itself. Engines were back to full power, shields were raised and weapons came online. With it's control over the propulsion systems, Shepard brought the cruiser into low orbit and have it orbit the planet until the crew and vessel were back to full power, so to speak.
However Malachor was a planet that the Republic had not visited since the destruction of the Mandalorians. The planet itself was a factor that could never have been accounted for. Little did the Republic intelligence specialists, trajectory technicians or other officers involved know that Malachor had been... changed... The Iridonian tech expert Bao Durr's super weapon, the Mass Shadow generator had... consequences that would haunt jedi for the next decade. For Alaric, Captain Nek, the rest of the jedi and the crew, they would become one of the many trajedies associated with the dead planet.
Massive electrical storms and gravity fluctuations were now common place on Malachor with the power to drag down even Republic and Mandalorian warships, which littered the planet below. The Defiant was now caught within the gravity fluctuations, slowly but surely being crushed and forced down to the planet.
"Life support systems back onli... Warning Warning propulsion systems failing! Hull strucural integrity failing. Losing altitude..."
The Defiant began to sink in orbit, it's hull plates began to buckle under the tremendous gravitational force. The VI tried valiantly to overcharge the engines to prevent the crash but it was already too late... The engiones sstruggled but were no match for the power of a planet... As it sunk lower into the upper atmosphere the ship was buffeted by massive electrical discharges that fried sub-systems and began to overload the shields...
"Electrical countermeasures failing... Shield strength failing... Electrical power surge heading towards bridge..."
Shepard was not prepared for this eventuallity. The descent had been accelerated faster than the VI's time table and the crew had not been woken from stasis. The ship was rapidly plummeting towards the surface and a powersurge was heading to the bridge, threatening to kill the AI and fry the ship's executive systems and command protocols.
"Unable to awaken crew, probablility of crew survival out of stasis 33.33333333 percent. Unsatisfactory surival rate. Rerouting powersurge to non-essential systems. Bridge must be maintained."
The VI directed the powersurge away from the bridge which took out the main targetting computer and engine systems... However it had managed to save the bridge, for the moment. With the engines gone the VI attempted to level the ship out with repulsorlifts...
"Impact imminent. Isolating and diverting all availible power to the bridge. Shutting down all other systems. Now unable to unlock organics... Will survive till rescue. Entering low power state until rescue."
The ship then went dark, the only light came from the errie glow from the Captain's personal console as the VI waited for the inevitable crash and the rescue party.
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 1, 2013 21:57:01 GMT -8
The sleek black hull of the Simic exited out of Hyperspace smoothly, before angling it's prow towards the dead planet below.
"Long time no see..." Said the Hooded figure to the planet below. "Set a course for the point designated..."
Two musical chimes came from the droids piloting the ship, as it started it's reentry procedures.
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Alaric Lamar
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Aug 8, 2016 15:43:36 GMT -8
Before Jud'dayus left the planet he updated the communication suites transponder codes, bringing them up to date with contemporary era comm signals. Now passing ships of the current era would be able to pick up the weak signal if they happened to pass close enough to the planetary system.
This is Republic Cruiser Defiant hailing friendly vessels. We have taken catastrophic damage and have been forced down to the planet's surface. We are unable to effect repairs or escape the planet. Repeat this is Republic Cruiser Defiant...
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Bloodrage Pirates
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Aug 11, 2016 11:51:51 GMT -8
The Cutlass blasted through hyperspace after another successful raid. The cargo hold was brimming with the valuables of the pirates victims, now they all belonged to Arkan. The Pirate Captain was on the bridge, taking stock of his new inventory and where to sell it to make the most profit. He had not take as much spice as he had predicted but he did have quite a few more slaves, his victims had been cowards. This haul would call for a trip to Juvex, he could easily unload a good portion of his slaves and they would never turn down spice and some precious metals.
A blinking on his console interrupted his thoughts, the comms officer had something to say about it too.
“Cap'n! We're pickin' up a distress call comin' from a planet close by.”
Arkan mused for a second and slowly closed the inventory report. His holds were quite full and he really needed to off-load these slaves, they were volatile cargo, especially when entering a conflict situation. A conflict situation would arise no matter what, it always did where the Bloodrage Pirates were involved.
“Lets investigate, play the message to the bridge!”
This is Republic Cruiser Defiant hailing friendly vessels. We have taken catastrophic damage and have been forced down to the planet's surface. We are unable to effect repairs or escape the planet. Repeat this is Republic Cruiser Defiant..
A Republic Cruiser it says? They're a bit out of touch, the Republic had been gone for quite a while now. This might be a good opportunity to test some of Arkan's least experienced troops and to restock on some munitions.
“Locate the source and lay in a course, let me know when we have arrived.”
Arkan quickly turned and left the bridge without hearing an answer. He knew the crew would follow his orders and that soon he would be within reach of his prize. For now he needed to make some room in the holds, the ammunition stores and to organise his troops.
A short time later the Cutlass dropped from hyperspace above the twisted world, ready to unleash more chaos onto the surface. The Captain was in the landing bay when he received the message that they had arrived. The crew call this the landing bay to avoid calling it what it really was, cargo bay 2 with a hole cut in the side! Arkan had threatened the engineers well enough for them to construct hanger doors and a shield but they could do nothing to increase the space, it was a very small hanger. One of the crew's Firespray transports was ready to take off with a full compliment and Arkan, their destination, the surface and the prize!
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Ballen Vokk
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Post by Ballen Vokk on Jan 9, 2017 6:54:51 GMT -8
Home. The Grelod had not breached Malachor's orbit in over five years, but dread and death still permeated the space around the ruptured hellscape. It was inescapably corrupt, in a way that even a Potentium adherent could not deny. But it was home to him, a disparate knight with no master.
Ballen had work to do. Entering Malachor's thin atmosphere was always a challenge; Force energies so powerful they dated back to the ancient Sith, could tear through shields with a whisper. Navicomputers were useless, and either the Force was with you, or it was sending you to your grave.
Ballen scythed through the upper atmosphere towards the surface, picking out a rocky clearing; one of many that scattered the doom planet.
*checks preliminary seismic readings* *double checks seismic readings* *triple checks seismic readings*
This blasted planet.
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Post by Mellik Umarov on Feb 28, 2017 17:18:48 GMT -8
*Drifting in from the far reaches of the eastern outer rim was a small freighter, no larger than a simple smuggler's vessel. The ship bore the ID tag "Raptor", and it's captain was a young human male. He slept peacefully in the cockpit of the Raptor, slowly drifting closer towards Malachor V. Once the Raptor was within orbit, a loud series of beeps came from the navi-computer. This roused Mellik from his sleep. He wiped a thin trickle of drool from his open mouth and frantically looked around for the source of the beeping.
"Warning, atmospheric conditions unstable. Unable to maintain orbit." "Raptor, bring up the forward screen." "Affirmative, initializing forward camera."
*Before Mellik's eyes was the doomed planet: Malachor V. The young man quickly scrambled to ease the ship's entry into the lower atmosphere. He flipped a few switches upright and tried reconfigure the ship's descent on the holo-keyboard.*
"Engage forward thrusters, raise the nose 15 degrees!" "Affirmative, lifting 15 degrees." "I hope this works... Raptor! Hail all local frequencies!" "Frequencies hailed, captain." "Mayday, mayday! This is Raptor, requesting immediate assistance! I can't maintain orbit - losing altitude fast!"
*Mellik swallowed hard - he knew that whatever world he'd been brought to, he'd be in for a rough landing. He lifted a few buckles and brought down a harness, strapping himself into the pilot's seat of the cockpit. The Raptor was coming down hard, even with the reverse thrusters engaged - it was just enough to keep the nose from going down first. The Raptor slammed down hard onto the surface of the planet; the whiplash forced Mellik to slam his head against the harness, dazing him severely. All he could do now was stay awake and hope for an answer to his distress call.*
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Post by Ram Kelita on Jun 2, 2017 7:40:46 GMT -8
Ram's small freighter dropped out of Hyperspace and angled toward Malachor's thin, turbulent atmosphere. There would be little auto-nav while above her rocky, jagged surface, and the lone occupant of the 'Steady Hand' readied himself for nearly twenty-four hours of terrain-mapping and site-location. There was a job to do, and unfortunately, not all of them were a walk in the park. This would require full attention and sharp reflexes, as he'd have to be skimming the ground (well, maybe a few hundred feet altitude at most, but still enough for condition and proximity sensors to be a pain in the ass...) at a high rate of speed. Locking in the first coordinate, he took the ship down, planetside...
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Telarial Bralor
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Jun 4, 2017 16:09:18 GMT -8
*Adonias was roused from sleep once he felt his ship drop out of hyperspace. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and switched his computer from auto-pilot to manual. He took the steering yoke and made a few adjustments to his flight console. He knew that the ride planet-side was going to be bumpy. The last time he'd been here, he was seven years old, right after his kidnapping by the pirates. He couldn't remember much about the trip. Just that the trip through Malachor V's atmosphere was the worst ride he'd ever been on, especially since he'd been locked in the cargo hold at the time. If the documents he retrieved from Keldabe's archives back on Mandalore were even remotely true...then the pirates had a hidden base somewhere on the surface below. With a look of determination, he donned his buy'ce and began his decent.*
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Brayark Vizsla
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Post by Brayark Vizsla on Mar 4, 2019 10:30:24 GMT -8
Withdrawing the few forces that had been sent to the surface, the Death Watch fleet moved away from Malachor V and jumped to hyperspace.
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