Orrick Awaud
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Apr 18, 2020 11:03:13 GMT -8
Obroa-Skai - High Orbit.
Boarding the Kal-Class Fighter/Transport that was in the hangar of the Kyr'stad, Orrick and nine of his best commandos were joining Brayark Vizsla and Zhae Kelborn, along with ten Death Watch commandos. Twenty-two soldiers to take down a Vong flaghship? Brayark was a goddamn madman. But, the thrill of the fight and cleansing Obroa-Skai of the Vong filth was still well worth it, even if Brayark's idea was crazy. And if the Vong weren't expecting them, perhaps they had a chance. Either way, all Orrick and his men could do right now was sit down and shut up. This was Death Watch's show now...
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Zing Krul
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Post by Zing Krul on Apr 19, 2020 8:47:44 GMT -8
*The appearance of the Mandalorian warships was unexpected, given how long the Yuuzhan Vong had managed to control Obroa-Skai for, unopposed. Warmaster Krul issued his orders from the bridge of his flagship.*
"Destroy the interlopers! Remove this filth!"
*Sitting behind the rest of his fleet, the flagship stayed where it what, while the rest of the Yuuzhan Vong forces moved into attack formation against the invading Mandalorian ships.*
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Post by Damocles Ordo [RETIRED] on Aug 17, 2020 21:32:08 GMT -8
The Architect dropped out of Hyperspace, followed closely by a pair of Cabur-class Cruiser Mark II's, a pair of Da'yirya-Class Mandalorian Carriers, a pair of Hammerborn-class Cruisers, and a quartet of Teroch-class Heavy Frigates. Together, the ships made up the Ordo First Fleet under the command of Damocles Ordo, Alitt'alor of Ordo. But Damocles was not currently commanding the fleet himself, instead it was under the command of Escalus Ordo. Many months had passed since Clan Awaud and members of Death Watch had banded together and taken on a Yuuzhan Vong threat that had taken root on Obroa-skai. Now all the remained were floating ship hulls, both organic and inorganic.
Oya'karir TIE Fighters were launched alongside a handful of Verd TIE Fighters. They spread out among the wreckage's to check for any life forms that had survived or for any potential traps. As the smaller craft spread out, the scans were able to comprehensively determine that they were alone and no one was waiting to ambush them. Transports were launched from the fleet then, sending Ordo warriors to the surface to retake the world for the Clan once more
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Brayark Vizsla
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Post by Brayark Vizsla on Sept 1, 2020 17:20:56 GMT -8
Obroa-Skai - High Orbit.Boarding the Kal-Class Fighter/Transport that was in the hangar of the Kyr'stad, Orrick and nine of his best commandos were joining Brayark Vizsla and Zhae Kelborn, along with ten Death Watch commandos. Twenty-two soldiers to take down a Vong flaghship? Brayark was a goddamn madman. But, the thrill of the fight and cleansing Obroa-Skai of the Vong filth was still well worth it, even if Brayark's idea was crazy. And if the Vong weren't expecting them, perhaps they had a chance. Either way, all Orrick and his men could do right now was sit down and shut up. This was Death Watch's show now... Pre Clan Ordo Arrival Obroa-Skai - Yuuzhan Vong EngagementThe Kal-Class Transport that carried Orrick, Zhae and the nineteen other commandos that were storming the Vong flagship, exited the Kyr'stad's hangar bay as rest of both Death Watch and Awaud's fleets engaged the Vong ships. Comm chatter filled the airwaves as the engagement began. The craft he was currently riding in, shuddered and shook as it sped across the engagement zone. Several other fighter squadrons had been launched in unison with their departure, to make it more difficult to track the lone transport.ETA to target: ninety seconds.Beneath his helm, Brayark smirked. Ensuring his weapons were secured, he called out to the rest to do the same.* Weapons check.* As Zhae and his commandos checked their weapons, he stepped over to Orrick.* Engines, Navigation, Comms. Our teams will disable those targets while we head for the bridge. The Yuuzhan Vong's control of this system ends here, with us.*Brayark made a fist and brought his forearm up across his chest. A gesture of acknowledgment as well as respect. Sure, he was leading Death Watch, but Orrick had been around for a lot longer. He respected the aged veteran a great deal. If he hadn't, Clan Awaud wouldn't have been selected to be their first true allies. |
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Nov 2, 2021 0:12:41 GMT -8
A heavy cruiser in IRI livery, hull a gleaming white, exited hyperspace near the library world of Obroa-Skai. Shields down and weapons unpowered, the ship moved into a stable orbit, and began scans of the system and the world below. An Inner Rim Imperium cruiser was a common sight among the worlds of the Inner Rim these days, on anti-piracy and diplomatic missions. Today's expedition to Obroa was one such expedition.
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Post by Master Adara Adasca on Nov 3, 2021 21:10:20 GMT -8
There was much work to be done, and for the interim Chief of State of the Inner Rim Imperium, she was dealing with more paperwork than she'd had to in any of her previous roles. The workload was unduly heavy because the bureaucracy and support systems were not yet in place, and for much of the time, she had to arbitrarily decide things that would be later ratified and reconsidered, just to keep the process moving along.
Messages and representatives had been burning up the spacelanes between the major and minor worlds of the Inner Rim, from Adari to Zeltros and most places in between. The formation of an interstellar government, even one that had grown as quickly as the IRI; took time, as the worlds of the new alliance began to work together, and to bring down barries to communication and trade. Economic predictions showed potential growth for all worlds in excess of 20% for the coming year. Due to the IRI's control of the major producers of both Bacta and Kolto, as well as access to the primary resources any world required, including foodstuffs, the group began self sufficient in both wealth and goods.
Thanks to the presence of both Clan Australis of Myrkr, and the Vegemite Enclave, security needs were met by the loans of vessels or the outsourcing of patrol routes while the IRI Navy was officially formed up. For now the IRI was focused on patrol and anti-piracy operations, defensive fleets would come in time, as the various planetary defence forces were integrated into a cooperative union. While each world retained autonomy, by working closely with the IRI, everyone's security was increased, and the flow of trade protected.
Early member worlds had constituted the inaugural High Council, who yet lacked a permanent headquarters. Given the lack of an official capital for the Inner Rim Imperium, Adara had tabled the matter in favour of holocomm meetings until the issue could be settled by the Council at a later date. That also enabled her to stay mobile aboard the Shadowbinder, and travel to IRI member worlds as needed, without being tied to one planetary system.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Nov 14, 2021 5:51:42 GMT -8
As to be expected from time to time, a transport ship exited hyperspace along the major hyper-lane, rapidly decelerating from lightspeed travel as it entered the system. The ship in question was an old Cargo Empress-class super freighter, built by Ghtroc Industries. For a time the company had operated as a subsidiary for Twin Suns Transport Services, which is what the freighter's registry currently listed as its ownership, under the CEO Victor Azzameen who suspiciously hadn't been seen in at least ten years.Capable of carrying up to 50,000 metric tons of cargo, the transport was practically bursting to the brim with industrial run-off and toxic waste, which was fitting given that the ship's transponder indicated its name was the 'Garbage Hauler'. Inside the cockpit of the ship, four beady eyed ranats operated the controls. They chittered in fast paced rat-speak, practically undecipherable unless you had a heart-beat that clocked in at a thousand beats per minute.After a shall-not-be-named cult of evil-do-wellers had enlisted the services of the saurian Sith, Dragus, the black scaled barabel had been focusing his efforts on a number of alchemical experiments to benefit their wicked society. The question was, what to do with all the residual waste that was left over? Ordinarily he would have disposed of such run-off in the local water supply of whatever world he was on, but this particular group had made it clear that was not an acceptable method of disposal this time around. Thus, the ever Hungering One had put several of his vermin assistants to the task of disposing the toxic filth on any other world. "Just pick one, I don't care which", he had said to them. Which brings us to todays events.Peeper-Squeaker, the ranat in charge of this particular operation, chittered instructions to the ranat at the helm of the freighter. This is what that would sound like in galactic basic: "Hurry-scurry towards surface. Not much time." Snotgrun Vilebroth looked over his furry shoulder and nodded his tusked jaw. "Be there quick-minute, weak-meats never see us coming." A third, much rounder...well, round the belly, spoke up stupidly between chewing on a piece of maggoty cheese. "Leave time for snack? Love little weak-meats. Crunchy toes, makes whiskers tingle." Peeper-Squeaker's tail slapped the fat ranat on the back of the neck. The leader chittered angrily. "Not here to fill belly, Fat-Gut. Here to dump garbage, so master will reward. Then maybe eat weak-meat. Snotgrun, keep peepers on controls, not want crash, idiot-mouse."The transport's engines throttled up to full speed as it made its approach.
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Nov 15, 2021 6:57:05 GMT -8
The IRI was in its early stages, and with the coordination of economic systems still a work-in-progress, budgets were temporary and limited. Obroa-Skai's local defence force was already lacking in manpower and firepower before the new alliance put a strain on resources. Working third shift was always boring, and the low-paid shlubs working security weren't the cream of the crop.
Four humans, all local Obroans who had various sketchy law-enforcement careers, were on duty in Orbital Control when the scanners picked up the incoming cheap bulk hauler. They were also in the middle of a game of sabacc, and didn't want the distraction. Trash hauler? Said Vane Shendrell to his superior, Mic Vackie, as the other two, Gonnie Rardocki and Lurtis Cemanski looked on, nodding to one another. The low-paid security team made the quick and easy decision to take this one as routine, and clear the ship through customs as it appeared on the surface. Garbage hauler. said Mic, pointing to the ship's registry. No one was suspicious, or wanted to be. He keyed the comm unit.Garbage Hauler, this is Obroa Control. State your cargo and destination. Mic said in a bored sounding tone.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Nov 17, 2021 6:56:10 GMT -8
Peeper-Squeaker's mousy ears fluttered as he heard the comm message broadcast over the transport's cockpit speakers. He chewed on the end of his tail nervously, wracking his twisted little brain over how best to proceed. He looked to his side at the fourth ranat seated beside him, so far silent where the others had been annoyingly vocal. Night-Skritch was a last minute addition to the crew, a member of the ranat Clan Eshin, who specialized in stealth and deception. Like most of his clan he even had his pheromone glands removed for added sneakery. As it happened he was also the most fluent in galactic basic, which was a bit of a stretch if the word 'fluent' was to be taken seriously. The team leader snapped two long clawed fingers, indicating that Night-Skritch was to take the comm and answer Obroa Control. The murder-mouse's whiskers twitched and he turned away, running his gnarled paws over the comm controls. He cleared his vocal pipes with a few squeaks before opening the comm and transmitting back.
Greetings, man-friends. Garbage Hauler carry load of compost for Jedi Academy. Jedi very environmentally conscious, starting composting initiative to set good example for little man-things. We scurry-hurry, Jedi very impatient. Short change fee if delivery late. We go, yes?
The other three crew members looked at each other with confused beady eyes, not entirely certain what Night-Skritch had said. Snotgrun eased back on the throttle slightly, not wanting to appear too suspicious. It helped that it wasn't entirely a lie. Some of the toxic materials 'might' be biodegradable, well at least after a few thousand years that is. They also were planning on dumping the chemical waste in the Jedi Academy's backyard, so again, not a complete lie. Just mostly. Some of said toxic substance was already oozing its way into the cockpit, though the revolting stench and carcinogenic fumes were hardly a bother to the diseased and parasite infested ranats.
They were used to filth.
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Nov 18, 2021 0:22:44 GMT -8
Aboard the security station, Mic and Vane shared a look as the dodgy-sounding voice came back over the comm from the Garbage Hauler. Compost? For the Jedi? Mic glanced at the schedule and saw no cargo orders for the Jedi. Corellian on a cross! Mic swore. He didn't want to do any actual work, but if he let such an obviously illegitimate cargo pass through security, he'd lose his paycheck. The swearing got the attention of the rest of the team. They were all loafers, and could smell trouble.Uhh, yeah, there's a.. fee for expediting delivery. One hund.. Vane emphatically waved two fingers at Mic, nodding at the team. Uhh, two hundred credits.Small time extortion was how Mic and his boys supplemented their income, and they figured while legit cargo wouldn't pay up, anyone hauling something they shouldn't to somewhere they shouldn't were likely to stump up the credits. This sort of deal was their bread and butter. They didn't care too much what was really on the ship, so long as they got paid for their trouble.Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Nov 18, 2021 7:17:49 GMT -8
The whiskers along Night-Skritch's dark snout twitched and his his lips peeled back into a knowing smirk, revealing yellowed teeth as sharp as blades. He was about to reply when Peeper-Squeaker leaned over and rested a gnarled paw on the murder-mouse's shoulder, squeezing as he questioned him with rancid breath. "Squeak-speak! What man-things say? The member of Clan Eshin bared his fangs and snapped his jaws at the leader's hand, which Peeper quickly withdrew before he lost a finger. Hissing, Night-Skritch replied. "Man-things greedy. Want bribe for clearance I suspects." Peeper-Squeaker nodded in understanding and leaned back in his seat, displaying a vile grin himself now.
Typical man-things, succumbing to base greed. It was why the ranats would one day rise from their burrows beneath the surface and rule over all as benevolent slave masters. Only through ranat ingenuity and moral superiority could true prosperity be found.
Cruel squeaking laughter escaped his wicked throat. The other three joined in after a moment though none of them knew exactly why they were laughing. Finally the leader snapped his tail upon the cockpit deck to draw their attention. "Of course man-things want bribe. Is why Peeper-Squeaker chose planet, is why master put this one in charge, idiot-mouse. Pay bribe, hurry-scurry." He motioned Night-Skritch back to the comm with a wave of boney finger claws. The murder-mouse opened the channel again.
Of course, man-friends. Tis more than fair. He ran his digits over the console in front of him and beamed Obroa Control a data-link for the transfer of 200 credits.
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Post by Kaine Australis on Nov 19, 2021 7:08:13 GMT -8
Mic shared a grin with his comrades as the Garbage Hauler sent back confirmation, and the grin got even wider as the credit transfer pinged. Job well done. Said Vane Shandrell to his boss, who nodded. A press of a button cleared the freighter through the security checkpoint, giving it a free run down to the planet below.
::Thanks, Hauler. Pass on.::Though Mic's team were dirty, their boss wasn't. Captain Avid Dacaveda was monitoring the exchange between what he assumed were dirty cops and their dirty comrades on the freighter. Got you. He said to himself as the recording of Mic taking a bribe came through. He had the scumbag. He sent uniformed officers to the transport to intercept it. Whatever the dirty cops were allowing to be smuggled into Obroa-Skai, he wasn't going to let the evidence get away.Two cloud cars zoomed up from the planet toward the incoming transport, carrying an inspection team. They couldn't know the incoming ship was in no way affiliated with their investigation into corruption in the security services, nor did they have any idea what dangers might await them aboard.Garbage Hauler, this is Obroa Security Cloud Cars, halt your approach and prepare for inspection. On the security station, there was little Mic or his comrades could do. Something had gone terribly wrong, and they were in serious poodoo. Whatever that freighter was hauling, they had to make sure the other Security officers didn't find it. But how?We've gotta stop that inspection, or at least make sure they don't find anything, or Daceveda will have our butts.The four men scrambled from the chamber and ran for their own Cloud Cars to get out there and onto that transport before their non-corrupt colleagues found anything incriminating.
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Post by Dragus on Nov 24, 2021 6:19:44 GMT -8
"Betrayal!" Hissed Night-Skritch as the ship was ordered to halt. He glared balefully at Peeper-Squeaker, barely containing the urge to reach into his tattered rags and withdraw one of many poisoned blades. The leader hissed back, baring his fangs and swatting the air between them with a flick of his long skinny tail. "Why you squeak this? What wrong?" Peeper-Squeaker looked out the main viewport of the cockpit with his two beady eyes, squinting as he looked for signs of trouble. Their pilot, Snotgrun Vilebroth, gestured with a gnarled paw to the bottom corner of the transparent screen, his own console beeping as the radar picked up the two cloud car on approach. ""This your fault! Peeper's picked planet, made plan. Now we all die!" The fourth and least important member of the team, still munching away greedily on a piece of cheese covered in furry blue mold, stopped chewing long enough to void his fear-glands. The unpleasant reek of ranat pheromones filled the cockpit and made everyone's eyes water. "Die!? Aaaaahhhhh!!" He flailed his pudgy arms and shrieked, fat jowls trembling as he succumbed to panic.
"Silence!" Squeaked Peeper's, scrambling over his seat until he was leaning over Snotgrun's shoulder, the rancid stink of his breath teasing the pilot's ear. It seemed the locals wanted to inspect their cargo. If that happened there was no way they'd be allowed to dump their toxic load. They might even be investigated further, which could potentially lead back to the master. If that happened, there was no hole in the galaxy deep enough for the ranats to hide. The master would find them and eat them, as he had with many of their kin. They needed to find some means of escape. Luckily running away was something ranats excelled at. The leader turned to face Fat-Gut and Night-Skritch, chewing his cud as his whiskers twitched, his twisted mind formulating a plan. After a moment he squeaked. "You two, hurry-scurry to cargo hold. Start releasing cargo." The pair looked at one another, then Night Skritch chittered in obvious amusement. ""Come on, Fatty. This is gunna be good."
As the two scurried into the back, Peeper's watched the radar screen, noting the two cloud cars were barely a thousand meters out in front of them. "Scurry-slow, then on my mark, full thrust." Snotgrun nodded his furry head, easing back on the throttle, making the cargo empress appear as though it was following the commands of Obroa Security. In the back of the bulk freighter, Night-Skritch and Fat-gut were busy pulling levers, opening air-locks and releasing mag-clamps. All across the long transport, cargo doors popped opened and began jettisoning a deluge of rotten garbage, thick vile chemical sludge, and a slurry of biological contaminants and alchemical residue. The end result was the freighter appeared to be spewing a disgusting brown cloud. The leader's beady eyes stared at the console in front of him, watching as the last few cargo seals turned red and everything was released. "Punch it!" He squeaked, causing Snotgrun to press forward on the throttle with both paws, causing the freighter to surge forwards and accelerate towards the two cloud cars. In its wake, a tidal wave of brown filth followed.
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Nov 25, 2021 5:50:36 GMT -8
It was a sight to see, two pairs of cloud cars converging on a bulk-hauler transport from front and back, sirens screeching as the huge freighter ground to a halt in Obroa-Skai's skies. Mic Vackey and his security team of four in pursuit were working overtime to figure how to cover their butts with Captain Dacaveda when the bulk hauler went to full acceleration and dumped its load. The last they saw of their Captain was when the freighter smashed into the two cloud cars without slowing, before their view was obscured by the load of garbage being dumped toward the planet.
Mic acted quickly. Planetary alert, we are under terrorist attack. Four casualties. The comm would alert all judicial and military forces to the attack. His own security team, as expected, were almost instantly told to stand down as the military took command of the situation. Mic was satisfied, he'd have time to erase all traces of the bribe he'd taken before the feds came sniffing around, and his nosey Captain was no longer a problem. The two surviving cloud cars broke off their pursuit and returned to base.
Alerted by the judicial security forces, Obroa-Skai put in an alert to the Inner Rim Imperium of a terrorist incident in progress. Emergency forces planetwide were put on standby to deal with the evacuation of affected areas and cleanup of the polluted zones. Scanners and tracking stations went to high alert, now bathing the fleeing bulk freighter in deep high-energy scans, aiming to gather as much data as possible for the IRI's response. The scans immediately showed a nightmare scenario, with the makeup of of the dumped cargo being extremely toxic. Confirmation of a biochem attack was passed on to the highest levels of command, and yet further resources were diverted to the crisis on Obroa-Skai.
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Post by Dragus on Nov 26, 2021 7:21:08 GMT -8
Sparks erupted from every cockpit console as the Garbage Hauler smashed its way through the cloud cars, causing poor Peeper-Squeaker to be flung over the back of the chair behind him, slamming into the backwall of the cramped forward module. Snotgrun fought with the controls, several of his whiskers burning at the tips as he got a face full of fiery debris, though he kept his smoking snout focused on the viewport ahead. Red warning lights flashed on and off throughout the length of the bulk freighter, while gouts of fire suppression foam and carbon-dioxide were sprayed from the ceiling. Fat-Gut and Night-Skritch scurried back into the cockpit, waving gnarled paws in front of their furry faces to clear away some of the smoke. The pudgy one leaned down and helped Peeper's to his feet, his fangs slavering as he was already thinking about his next meal. "What happened?" Squeaked Fat-Gut, whose helping paw was rebuffed by an infuriated Peeper's. The leader climbed back into his seat and started strapping himself in. "Ship take damage. Snotgrun, scurry-hurry and turn us around, we need to jump out of here." If the pilot heard him he made no indication of it. The ranat pulled up on the controls and ran his paws over various gauges and buttons, attempting to just keep the rig from exploding. Peeper's eyes bulged and he swatted the pilot in the back of his furry head with the tip of his tail. "SNOTGRUN!"Looking over his shoulder at Peeper's, Snotgrun had a panicked look on his verminous features. He squeaked and chittered nervously in rat-speak. "We not going anywhere. Collision damage controls, caught in planet's gravity now. We going down."Uh oh. "Down-down?" He squeaked, nervous himself now. All the ranat pilot could offer in reply was a slow nod of his head and a large audible gulp. Snotgrun turned back to the viewport as the Garbage Hauler began to enter the atmosphere and continued to pick up speed. In the back, Fat-Gut's rolls trembled."WE ALL GUNNA DIE!!!"
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Post by Kaine Australis on Nov 27, 2021 2:07:41 GMT -8
The city below was on alert as the toxic spill splashed down over residential, commercial and industrial zones without prejudice. The command center had multiple holocam views of the devastation, and more still dedicated to tracking the criminal freighter Garbage Hauler. The watch commander was surrounded by the buzzing of emergency management personnel as she looked out over the command eye view of the situation.Give the evacuation code signal. She said to the assembled emergency service officers on duty. And get to your transports! The response units began to clear out, launching from HQ and a dozen other precincts, both judicial forces to assist with the evacuation, and firefighting units to deal with the toxic spill. The operation was going to evacuate large swathes of the city to deal with the crisis. On the screens, the crisis got worse. The Garbage Hauler's trajectory had changed; the ship was going down.Counters to the problem ran through the watch commander's head; a planetary repulsor, tractor beams from capital ships, enough ordnance to blow the ship to smithereens before it could strike ground. She had access to none of these things. None of the military responses would arrive in time, not with the ship already making re-entry. All she could do was plot the expected impact zone and signal for further evacuations. Elsewhere, other more martial eyes would deal with any response.Dragus
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Post by Kaine Australis on Nov 29, 2021 4:29:27 GMT -8
The IRI military's response to the emerging crisis on Obroa-Skai came out of hyperspace in a rush, several carriers and their fighter wings to assist in securing local space after the disaster. Local judicial forces were stretched with emergency response, so the military patrols were taking up the task of ensuring local security during the emergency.
As part of the investigation, the old Cargo Empress-class super freighter, and its owners, Twin Suns Transport Services would be looked into. The company's CEO was listed as a Victor Azzameen, and investigators were attempting to make contact with him. Tracking station records showed the vessel had come in along the main hyperlane approach.
Fighter squadrons began two-fighter patrols across Obroa space while the carriers made for a high orbit above the library world. Each vessel was newly painted in IRI white, with the golden circle logo of the Inner Rim Imperium on the fuselage or hull.
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Post by Kaine Australis on May 12, 2022 2:41:15 GMT -8
The New Mandalorian Wars Frontier worlds were just that, on the edge of controlled and monitored space, and they got what resources were left over from the primary worlds. As such, things fell into disrepair, and what the garrison listed on paper was a far off dream compared to the reality of what could be maintained and staffed.
The Mandalorian forces on Obroa were just that. Forces. Officially comprising a battalion of troopers as well as several squadrons of fightercraft, three patrol ships of frigate class, and defensive emplacements, the reality was a single patrol ship, and a makeshift squadron which, being the only squadron, couldn't be on alert all day every day. The battalion was down to two platoons, which was fortunate, as it was the minimum required to maintain watches around the clock. In theory.
In practice, there were gaps, and there were shortfalls. One platoon at a time to cover an entire planet, and one squadron and one ship for active military forces. There was a surplus of ground equipment, weapons and vehicles, but only because the personnel numbers were so low. Traffic control operated the security and sensor systems covering the approaches and landing clearances. A single ground-to-space emplacement was operational, enough for a frontier world. In theory.
The Nebulon-B frigate Serroco cruised in low orbit, with half a squadron of StarViper fighters in patrol pairs in local space. These were the sum of Mandalorian naval forces insystem, representing most of the firepower of Obroa-Skai's defenders.Active1x Nebulon-B Frigate 6x StarViper Fighters Reserve6x StarViper Fighters 1x Surface to Space Turbolaser 2x Platoons of Troopers |
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Post by Kaine Australis on May 17, 2022 6:48:11 GMT -8
Cruising above Obroa-Skai, with the shadow of the gas giant Obroa-held moving across to eclipse the light from the system's primary, the frigate Serroco was the sole operational patrol vessel. An elderly vessel, but well-seasoned, she had been part of the Australis military for years before being sold to the Inner Rim Imperium.
Obroa-skai had been a Mandalorian world in recent galactic history, and with the heavy support of Clan Australis in particular for the IRI, the world retained somewhat of a Mando culture, though the Obroans still kept to their libraries and databanks. As a world with a low threat index, Obroa-skai got what resources could be spared. As such, two of Declaration's sister ships were in drydock, and would be for some months. The planetary fighter squadrons lacked pilots more than craft, with many of their starfighters grounded for lack of beings to fly them.
Captain Horus of the Serroco was nearing the end of his career. A nice quiet posting where he could oversee recruits and others like him, finishing out their tours before retirement. Green boys, and old men, though there were plenty of females too. And a few species that were both, and neither. Mandalorians didn't particularly mind one way or another about such things. Mother, father, the Mando'a word was parent. It meant the same shabla thing. Between himself, and Colonel Trifel, the garrison commander downside, they were mother and father to the military forces in the Obroa system.
Outside the bridge viewport, the gas giant's shadow loomed across Obroa-Skai. It was a beautiful sight, but the old Captain had seen more and better in his time. He figured it would look pretty enough down onworld too, but he'd seen its like many times before. He felt he could relax. The galaxy was at peace.
The Long Peace, some were calling it. Though the Corellian Confederation was dying with a whimper and the First Order reveled in its defeat, for most of the galaxy, things were quiet. Here at Obroa-Skai, things were quiet. Peaceful. What could happen here, on such an unimportant, quiet world in a quiet system off the main trade lanes? Horus was engrossed in a novel, as the bridge crew went about their duties.
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Post by Galaar Vhett on May 29, 2022 0:27:12 GMT -8
Vera FettHarini BralorDragusKaine AustralisThe blue tunnel of hyperspace returned to real space as the Star Stalker exited in the Obroa-skai system after traveling down the Vaathkree Trade Corridor from Corsin. Keying the controls to manual, Galaar began to pilot towards the planet. Everything seemed normal, given the traffic of this area. It had been some time since the Fett last saw this planet, not since the days of Mandalore the Architect, the one who founded the Assembly. Now, the planet belonged to the Inner Rim Imperium, an alliance of like-minded governments that were brought together for commercial, political, and military interests. It was likely formed due to the presence of the First Order, but Galaar had a hunch that a certain Mandalorian clan on Myrkr also had their hands in its formation.
Whatever the case, Obroa-skai was still, somewhat, Mandalorian, and thus friendly space. Calmly, Galaar keyed in his credentials, knowing that security would likely begin an inquiry for them. As he piloted the ship, his eyes glance to his right, noticing Harini there and then Eight in the background. The other four were further in the back, likely relaxing.So where are your friends, Harini?The Legate inquires.
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