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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jun 11, 2015 21:17:01 GMT -8
The light freighter from the Hoth system arrived several hours after it's departure, and immediately reported that the asteroid field was being mined commercially as of now. That didn't sit well with the GC at all and they decided to send an appropriate welcoming party. Though how exactly to welcome the new arrivals no one was quite sure. They decided trying to strong arm the operator, given his base of operations, would be more trouble than it was worth. Still the asteroid field was a valuable strategic asset that could not be lost. So the Court decided to send harassers to deal with the new neighbors in the hopes of convincing them to set up shop else where. The first wave would be comprised of eight heavily armed light freighters and two squadrons of uglies to back them up. Their targets the mining vessels themselves, the base would be getting it's own little surprise a little after the initial attack. Vessels were prepped and loaded with extra mines and full torpedo and missile bays, this was supposed to be a heavy, hard hit executed as thoroughly as possible, by a group of hardened and experienced individuals who had become comfortable working with each other. And it was scheduled to happen soon. Almost belatedly, a message was sent to the sponsor, as he was called, alerting him to the situation and their planned response, mostly as a courtesy, but also in case it was his rig out there. He gave no answer, and they decided to execute their plans, after looking them over one last time and making a few minor adjustments.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 13, 2015 8:22:29 GMT -8
An interesting point was made by a junior member of the court, and it halted the Hoth operation before it started. And immediately set a much more profitable scheme for everyone into place. What was her point you ask? "Why don't we just pirate the supplies and processed ores for ourselves?" Unfortunately they'd begun to think a little bit too much like a military organization of late, and it was seriously cutting profits, this was the answer to the question no one had bothered to ask. And they set to their new goal with renewed vigor as some of the more intelligent beings began to understand their role in the sponsor's plans.
One of the salvage crews reported finding a bulk cruiser in near perfect condition, minus the engineering section, which had been slagged into a single solid mass. Their tug alone couldn't bring the find in and other tugs were sent to fetch it and bring it to the hap-hazard dock yards hidden a few light minutes above the Ison sector, in relation to the galactic plane. No one had engines that would fit such a large ship. So the next order of business for the salvage and intelligence crews was to find engines for the ship. One crew highlighted a prior report in which they had found the hulk of a Victory-class SD that looked like the only thing that hadn't already been salvaged were the clearly damaged engines. Those looked repairable, but when it was made clear that they were attached to a worthless hulk, no-one had shown any further interest, until now. That hulk was also brought the yards.
It became apparent that there would be a new duke in the court. There was some maneuvering and politicking by various factions to try and secure the seat for themselves. The vocal duke, the yapi, wondered if the obvious candidate, the baron reminding every one that they were still all pirates, had the necessary experience and made a counter proposal of his own. The counts were all vying for the position themselves, and refused to consider that she be allowed to rise above them. However, her fellow barons rallied around her, the captain that had brought the profits back into the group. Then, just as it looked like their might be a gridlock on who got to be the new duke, the oldest duke, who had yet to voice an opinion, despite innumerable queries on the subject and not a few minor injuries to the tiresome pollsters, decided to voice her opinion, after a long interview with the woman in question. The quarren backed the baron's rise to duke, and dared any fool to challenge her decision. None did, her reputation alone made certain of that. With that, there was a third barren in the court, and she affirmed her status as a willing benefactor of the court's sponsor. She was given command and responsibility for the two hulks in the yards.
Her first major act was to recruit a team of engineers from various shadow ports and have them begin dismantling the Vic's engines and removing the slag from the bulk cruiser. It was relatively quickly determined that only one engine was salvageable, thankfully it was the main engine so it would provide considerable thrust. but not enough to give the ship anything resembling speed. Something it would desperately need without extensive modifications to the rest of the ship, which none of the court could afford. The duke puzzled the problem out carefully, while managing to bring in a noticeable if not significant profit despite the necessary expenditures of the new ship she'd acquired.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 21, 2015 21:51:06 GMT -8
Méline Gaëlle, the newest duke of the Grey Court, received a pleasant surprise. Two very expensive, brand new ion drives arrived. They were designed for the larger Keldabe-class battle ships. Coupled with the main drive from the victory-class star destroyer, in a manner that resembled a tie fighter's head on profile, gave the ship surprising speed and agility. With the drives came schematics and parts for a cheap but efficient point defense system, that would cost very little to install, though it would be time consuming. She ordered it installed immediately, seeing it's vast potential to nullify most fighters and missiles before they could cause any serious damage to the ship. It left only the shields in need of upgrading to make her vessel truly formidable. It would be fast, and nigh invulnerable if she could achieve that, though it's stock offensive weaponry wouldn't panic local officials causing any massive reactions from local law enforcement. Three months after it's finding, the Ugly Dancer was ready for action.
Méline was asked to raid shipping around Bespin, with bonuses offered for the capture of shuttles and cargo ships belonging to Solomon mines, the operators of the Hoth mines. The patron arrived and visited the new duke in her new quarters, though few were aware of his visit. He congratulated her on the successful refitting of the ship and she thanked him for his donation. He promised to to bill her later, and she managed not show her sudden terror. Only a few pirates had dared defy the patron, all had lived long enough to regret it many times over. He left soon after, having made a few comments on her current crew list, all of which would prove very helpful in her desire to rule the space lanes with terror and cunning.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Feb 27, 2016 22:16:39 GMT -8
The Grey Court noted the partial success of their attempt at diplomatic relations with the Bloodrage Fleet. The Barons considered ambushing one of the intruding Ardents, but decided a more cautious approach might be warranted. Their fleet was quite small in comparison, though rather efficient, it was geared entirely towards pirating large slow ships full of goods, not fighting a war, not even a turf war. They all realized that would need to change if they were going to survive any relationship with the Bloodrage fleet. They considered buying a new cruiser out right... expensive and time consuming, both severe drawbacks for the pirate confederation. It was suggested that Convoy escorts be neutralized and boarded for future use, if possible. That would require raiding parties to step up their game, and it would create a lot of ... instabilities in the lower ranks.
The court decided to be very careful in it's selection of targets in the near future. It couldn't afford to make any mistakes here. Things so far had gone towards making everything very efficient and well placed, now the Court set a plan to upscale the entire operation as seamlessly as possible. The discipline and efficiency of the group was well suited to an orderly expansion even at such a rapid pace. They set a goal, hoping to reach it and then settle the new recruits and iron out any irregularities that might have arisen in the time between now and then. Plans set they begin the work, and for a long time no one has much time to rest and relax, but the work is producing very visible results and moral is high. The Grey Court grows rapidly, for a time, then stops almost completely. And for nearly a month little is heard from or about the court as it works to refine the masses it's pulled into it's ranks. And then something very interesting happens... For the first time since it's conception, the GC launches a raid with it's entire fleet.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 21, 2016 21:37:20 GMT -8
The Court decided that, due to their uniques strengths, they would require a more mobile base of operations. The station here was relatively well guarded but any serious attempt by any stable government would be sufficient to route the pirates. Not that it would hinder any current operations, though it would put a severe dampener on future plans. That decided they were once more left wondering how they would acquire something capable filling the court's needs? No consensus was reached in the first three discussions, the fourth proved to offer only a false hope, but the fifth may have provided an answer. It wasn't much, but it was all they had after three months searching, so a comms message was sent.
Seeking command vessel, will trade mining rights to Hoth system. Your response is cordially awaited.
In the interim time the fleet had grown in numbers, if not size. The growth did little enough for the court sadly, except expand their logistics and team management sections. Their raiding was still limited by their lack of heavy punchers to deal with bigger convoy escorts. The Ugly Dancer was still undergoing repairs from it's first, and to date, only skirmish. It had won the fight, technically speaking, but the cost had been high. The others held their ships in high regard and preferred safer bets than risking their pride on chancy gamble. But the Ugly Dancer would soon be space worthy once more, and while it looked uglier than ever, it was going to be even faster and more maneuverable than it had been previously. Duke Gaëlle had also taken the time to add few new defensive blisters along the ventral hull in particular. She hoped they'd help reduce the ship's vulnerability to the smaller fighters and gunships.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on May 8, 2016 1:02:03 GMT -8
It had arrived, an ancient lucre-hulk Droid command ship. Most of it had been gutted, but the comms gear, engines, and hull were all in good shape, so the GC set to customizing their very own command vessel. Even the largest vessels in the pirate fleet could dock within the ship, a handy feature to be sure, as it meant the entire fleet could travel without drawing suspicious customs or security personnel. Various additions and customizations were planned and discussed, though many had difficulties that would delay their implementation indefinitely. The various crews were each given space to make their own and do with as they pleased, so long as it didn't reduce the structural integrity of the whole.
The remained largely powered down, and in drifted through the system apparently aimlessly, with minor course corrections to keep it from tumbling into anything else of significant mass in the system. The court adjusted to their new home a tad slowly, mostly due to the fact that moving in was a part-time affair for them as there was still plenty of pirating to do. Once things got more or less settled they tested systems and tweaked the hasty installation and patch jobs as necessary. There were a lot of redos after the initial tests were run. These repairs were handled more carefully, but were still not done to professional standards. Still the court finally had a ... mostly functional mobile base of operations.
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Post by Krennel Gulch on Nov 9, 2017 18:40:47 GMT -8
A ship marked with Separatist colors swept into Ison. The gas giant Sat in an extremely strategic location of the Galactic trade routes, making the ownership of the system a must for anyone intending to lock down a whole trade region.
The pirates were swiftly destroyed, and a Separatist garrison fleet established.
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Nov 22, 2017 19:30:04 GMT -8
It had been swift and quick.
The pirate forces had been largely scattered; the various small bands that plagued the corridor being obliterated by the CIS. One pirate, however, saw great opportunity in this. Seeing the power vacuum, and the vast lack of competition for pirating in the corridor, Jashin Galfridian and a small collection of ships exited hyperspace at the extreme edge of the Ison system. Navigating the Nebula was difficult, and sensors and comms were made unreliable by the miasma. Besides this, the small collection of craft wanted ample space from the newly claimed CIS territory - making no move to appear hostile. One of the lead ships, a Guardian-class light cruiser, launched a communications buoy; thrusters activated, the missile-like satellite raced away, deeper into the system, to relay communications between the small pirate force and the droid armies.
When in range, the buoy would relay a message to the controllers of Ison. Displaying no face, only a simple icon that seemed part skull and part alliance firebird, the speaker remained faceless.
"CIS territory of Ison, I bid you greetings. I am Jashin Galfridian, a most humble pirate in search of a humble home...
I come in offer of trade; a trade, that the mighty CIS would find most agreeable. You must realize by now that the CIS can't possibly stem pirate activity across the entire sector by force alone. But, if a single pirate entity were to take over operations in this corridor, you might instead find a willing ally. Towards this end, I make a simple proposal. Return Ison, and any assets you may have in her orbit, over to me and my men. In return, we will make sure that the various pirate groups do not regather - at least, not without our permission. While I cannot promise that we will not attack some of your cargo ships - such is the nature of piracy - I can offer you an ally in future times of trouble. Should the need arise, our forces will assist you in defense of your territories here in the Corridor. Call it...mutual protection. To sweeten the deal, and as a show of good faith, enclosed in this transmission is a piece of vital intelligence; intelligence that your tactical droids can put to use in obtaining the far more important planet of Contruum.
After all...isn't that what friends are for?"
With that, the communication cut off, and the buoy awaited a reply to relay to the ships at the outer edge of the system.
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Post by The Sable Count on Nov 22, 2017 20:40:27 GMT -8
Aboard one of the Munificent-Class Frigates in the planet’s orbit sat a tactical droid. This droid was not here to oversee the invasion, rather, his ship was being used as a communications center in case anything important came through. After noticing the incoming transmission, he spoke with Jashin.
I will connect you with the Head of State. He has the final say in such matters.
He pressed a few buttons, and then Jashin was put on with the Count, who was sitting in his offices.
“This is Head of State Dooku. After looking through your message, I have decided to accept your offer for a trade and alliance. As far as plundering our ships go, I admire your courage and resolve to survive, but I have my doubts you will be able to defeat our supply convoys.”
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Nov 23, 2017 10:27:04 GMT -8
There was a long pause, while the buoy relayed the information. After several minutes, a return message was relayed.
"We are gladdened by this; we look forward to mutual growth and toleration. Our forces will advance into the Ison system within the next twelve hours; the whole of our forces have not quite arrived yet. We trust that your forces will have vacated the premises by then...
As for your ships being safe...that remains to be seen, and something we'll both be watching with great interest, won't it? I bid you good day, and goodbye. May the wind be at your back, and your prey unawares."
With that, the message cut out; and with only a few words, a tentative peace had been restored. Whether it would last and hold, only time could tell. In this dangerous time of galactic war, however, one couldn't have too many allies - and if pirates were driven to ally themselves with others, one knew things were dark indeed.
Halfway across the galaxy, controlling fleets over the world of Contruum would be moving away without any explanation - a totally unrelated action to Jashin and his men.
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Post by Krennel Gulch on Nov 23, 2017 12:11:07 GMT -8
Ison was abandoned swiftly, and a package if a Munificent and the ordinance Jashin requested was left in orbit.
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Nov 23, 2017 14:42:32 GMT -8
Without further ado, Jashin and his pirates move in and take control of the system.
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Nov 25, 2017 16:16:34 GMT -8
A rag tag fleet of discount starfighters, transports, and secondhand corvettes and gunships slip into the system. The nebula was thick today, and the ships had to proceed slowly through the murk, adjusting course to avoid asteroids. The Ison system was dangerous. Very, very dangerous. They couldn't afford to lose a single ship, though. Not one fighter, not one transport. In a wedge formation, the gunship, and cruisers used the power shunted away from engines to reinforce their shields, protecting the ships behind them as best as they could. Meanwhile, gunners had to use visual targeting to blast apart asteroids, in an attempt to minimize damage. Aboard the Dornean gunship, standing on the bridge with his hands clasped behind his back, was Jashin Galfridian. A lot had changed in the past months...he had survived the ordeal, and had come out the other side fundamentally changed. He had put aside his pirating and outlaw ways, and had devoted himself to doing good in the galaxy. At the moment, that meant fighting against the First Order. He had seen the devastation that they had wrought, and knew that his only path to redemption and atonement was by driving their forces back.
He had spent time, not a lot but enough, recruiting. He had about five hundred engineers, pilots, military officers, soldiers, and other manner of sentients rallying behind him; and now, they were making their first tangible move.
He had put the vast materials he had looted from the Gladiator-class star destroyer they had looted from before to use. He had bought metal plating, labor droids, fusion-formers, automated excavators, and a handful of Civil-Industrial I-C2 droids. Beyond this, he had bought shield emitters, electro-magnetic field projectors, communications systems, targeting arrays, lighting systems...everything needed to start up a legitimate base. By the time it was over, they barely had any credits left. They had just enough to stock up on fuel cells and blaster gas, rations and water...and that was it. Their armory had been depleted significantly; he had gotten a good deal by trading the FO tech on the black market, receiving functional - yet old - blasters in return, along with some liquid credits.
"...Sir, was it wise to lie? They could have helped us." Came a voice from Jashin's right.
Pulled out of his reverie, Jashin blinked and looked around himself. He was on the bridge of the Dornean gunship - the vast majority of the ship's gunners, sensors and comms technicians, and other command staff at consoles around him. To his right, his second in command, Dulac Keth. A human with a chip on his shoulder; the man was missing an arm, and his body rejected implants. He had ardently wanted to serve, however, so Jashin had made him his left hand man: the man's passion and commitment making up for his lack of experience. That would come later. "It was absolutely necessary Dulac. No one, not even potential allies, can know what we are doing here. Our resistance will be over before it begins. We must have absolute secrecy. For all intents and purposes...this area is owned by ruthless pirates. Below the notice of any government - a nuisance more than anything."
"I...I understand. I guess that's a little obvious, isn't it." Replied Dulac, sheepish, still rather intimidated by the bestial alien.
Raising his voice so that the whole command deck could hear him, he addressed all present. "It is only obvious because I have been a soldier, and have fought for so long that it is second nature. For a civilian, it isn't so obvious: but you will learn. You, all of you, will learn. You who have left behind your homes, and fight for freedom...you are capable of so much more than you think. Trust in yourself, trust in the force, and we shall emerge victorious." Several shouts and cheers echoed out on the deck, and Dulac saluted smartly. Jashin didn't let it show on his face that he had no idea in hell what he was doing. He hadn't intended to lead all these people; but apparently when you're the one who started the whole thing to begin with, that makes you head honcho. People saluted him, people called him "sir," and he had no idea how to act. So he nodded his head, and acted like he knew what he was doing. Both he and his men had learning to do.
"Sir, large masses on scanners. Solid rock, by the look of it. We're close." Reported a sensor technician smartly.
Like magic, the nebula parted then, showing the gray and black planet of Ison, barely a moon, wisps of some kind of atmosphere on its surface. "Take us in. Sensor crews, scan for a suitable crater according to plan." Commanded Jashin. Turning around, he observed the planet in the holotank, the specifics of the world slowly being filled in as sensor crews scanned its surface. It had a thin atmosphere, apparently, barely able to support humanoid life. It was blisteringly cold due to the lack of atmosphere, and the thin atmosphere allowed space radiation to flood its surface. He watched as particularly large crater was found, one of the crews in the sensor pit reporting his findings.
"Sir, crater found matching our specifications. About nine hundred meters in diameter...bedrock has prerequisite minerals."
"Take us in, slowly and carefully. Alert all ships to the landing zone; don't get sloppy on our descent, there will still be some rogue asteroids." Replied Jashin, eyes still fixed on the crater. Shouts of affirmation and "Aye aye" echoed across the deck, as the crews relayed and carried out his orders. Slowly, the small rag tag fleet descended to the planet's surface.
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Post by Silverhand on Apr 3, 2019 17:04:07 GMT -8
Ison Corridor. Obscure and considered to be dead by the larger galaxy, two Wurrif-Class Light Cruisers had exited hyperspace and continued into the Ison Corridor at sublight speed. Due to the obscurity and relative difficulty it was to navigate through the corridor, this would hopefully keep the Ssi-Ruuvi ships hidden from prying eyes during their recon trip to Ison. |
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on May 9, 2020 9:53:21 GMT -8
The cruiser left hyperspace smoothly. Several other ships appeared by its side, including a Nebulon B and its successor, the Nebulon C, a Free Virgilia-class frigate and a few freighters.
"We detect a space station, sir"
"The intel was accurate..."
Senator Voon was at the command bridge of the Lee Char, on the ventral fin-like estructure. Admiral Maqtab was on her chair, surrounded by a score of dedicated personel and navy staff.
"Sir, our scanners report that several ships are either decked externally or drydocked arond the station. Not a single system appears to be functioning, it's dead on space. Our systems have trouble reporting further data"
The only way to detect the presence of the facility, by sight, was a dark spot in the sky, right where the stars were eclipsed by something orbiting there.
"Launch the fighters and check the perimeter... we have to be sure it isn't a trap!"
Ordered the admiral with her characteristic MonCal entonation.
"Prepare the Jan Dodonna for launching: I'll be there in a moment"
"Yes, sir!"
The consular corvette was currently docked on the MC75's ventral hangar. Ostrenis walked at good pace through the well-lit white corridors, followed by a couple BB units and four of his senatorial guardsmen, all of them wearing the rather old-fashioned Galactic Alliance field uniform, in light blue. The corvette already was lighting up its engines when the senator boarded it, heading for the bridge, where Ademus Lantt was already in place, awaiting senator Voon. The hooks holding the ship in place openned and the ship was released into the emptyness of space. The engines roared, propeling the ship forward with a powerful thrust, the blockade runner soon reached the perimeter.
"Blue Squadron, report"
"No vital signs on board, senator. At least there's no living personel inside"
"Alright"
The senator keys his comm.
"Send the freighters to the nearest entry points. Boarding parties with blasters at the ready, caution advised"
"Sir, we know which ships are we dealing with now. There's one Victory II-class star destroyer, three Dreadnoughts and a single Inmobilizer 418"
Voon's eyes shine with excitement, it was no small price.
"Docking in three, sir"
The ship vibrated when it made contact with the space station. Resistance troopers, wearing masks, cut open the vent with plasma cutters, entering the facility after slicing open the entrance. The systems of the formerly Imperial outpost were inactive, good as dead. They had to use magnetized boats to go into the facility, wearing full jumpsuits, with integrated heating and breathing systems. Voon could only walk in circles through the bridge, from a point to another, nervous, while the troopers moved into the heart of the space station.
"Senator, no resistance to be accounted for. We're powering up"
Soon thereafter, the own senator stepped inside, with living systems working. The air was still rare and the atmosphear hard to breathe, but the lights were on and artificial gravity was running as well. A sargeant saluted when Voon reached the command center, where the troopers, breathing masks and helmets removed, were checking the central computers.
"Sir. The facility accounts five ships to be docked: Imperious, Decimator, Redoubtable, Allegiant and Binary Sunset. The systems are reporting their status is seemingly alright, no leaks, no fisures, no compromised estructures. Sadly, they haven't enough fuel to make a jump"
"Send parties to every one of them, to start powering up the systems. Command the freighters to start pumping fuel into the ships as soon as possible"
Voon clasps hands behind his back, while the men and women hurry themselves all around him.
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Post by Dragus on Dec 21, 2023 6:41:56 GMT -8
A bright flash of light signalled the arrival of a warship out of hyperspace, emerging from the swirling blue bands of unreality to enter a system shrouded in nebula wisps of varying density, its dart shaped form soon vanishing in a ghostly veil bleeding from a singular white dwarf star that dominated the region. Drifting in and out of visibility, the vessel was soon distinguished as an Arquitens-class command cruiser, midnight clad in a dark shade of blue. Three powerful engines glowed a bright cobalt hue as they propelled the nimble cruiser through the systems debris, slowly gliding towards the singular planet contained within the obscured stellar territory, venting gaseous plumes as its maneuvering jets performed precise adjustments on approach. The Frost Queen, as the cruiser was called, served as the flagship of the Sith Eternal's director of advanced technology, the enchantingly beautiful and cold hearted Darth Astera. Originally a Sithmas gift bequeathed on the master of all things mechanical, the frigid lady had made several notable improvement to the ship that allowed it to operate well above its weight class. On the bridge, identical faced men with expertly quaffed beards and passionless eyes operated the controls, the Nu-Jake crew unwavering in their dedication to the duty expected of them. Unlike pasty faced naval crews drafted from worlds like Eriadu or Roon, these gene forged specimens of science and human evolution wouldn't succumb to distraction. Even worked for days without a break, they wouldn't so much as utter a complaint. Compliant, obedient, utterly dependable."Approaching the planet, my Lady." Said the dispassionate voice of Commander Gyllenhaal in an emotionless tone, turning his chiseled jaw towards the lithe figure in black seated on a unique throne of moving mechanical parts. More droid than chair, the command throne of the Frost Queen was a jumble of highly flexible mechadendrite arms and whirring cogs, replete with a pair of crackling tesla coils that extended from the headrest towards the ceiling. Concealed within its confusing assembly were a range of potent disruptors that could reduce the bridge staff to ash on the Director's merest whim. The Commander's dark brown eyes lingered on his Lady, and would remain so until she dismissed him, no matter how long that took. Unlike the rest of Nu-Jake officers in matching SE black with crimson trim, the Commander was marked apart with an insignia on his collar, denoting the genetic difference between himself and the other matching men aboard. While the bridge crew were of the stock NJ1 variety of clone, Commander Gyllenhaal was an NJX, gene crafted at a cellular level to be perfect. If it wasn't for his remarkable aptitude at void combat, he could have served in the Elite Praetorian Guard, who were only made more exceptional by the weapons and armour the Director produced.Cruel black glossy lips slipped into a lusty smirk as she allowed her own gaze to linger on the handsome slab of precisely sculpted muscle set before her. A wisp of steam escaped her lips in the cold bridge air as she shifted in her mechanical seat to rest her narrow chin on her manicured right hand, kicking her long slender legs as she switched up her posture and crossed one limb over the other. The Director's curves were accentuated by the long skintight black lace dress she wore over her pale skin, enhanced by an arousing aura she projected in the Force, to stir the loins of those around her and bend them to her will through sheer sex appeal. She played with her hair, white as snow at the moment, though it could change on a whim. Astera had injected nano-bots directly into the hair follicles of her scalp, allowing her to alter her hair colour at will. Lately she had been keeping it silver or white, rather than the brunette look she had maintained since joining the Sith Eternal. Gone too was her Imperial science officer's uniform, in favour of more sensuous apparel. One could be forgiven for thinking her a holo star herself, like the donor the Nu-Jakes were derived from, save for the polished lightsaber hilt at her side.A mechanical arm swiveled in front of the Lady of Winter, equipped on its end with a holo-projector that burst into brilliant life, displaying a holographic image of Ison's cartography. Astera indicated a mountainous region of the planet with a slender finger. "Here. The plateau is large enough to accommodate the ship. Bring us down there and begin unloading the mining equipment." She pursed her dark lips thoughtfully as she leaned back in her seat, briefly glancing at the Commander's tight posterior as the NJX turned and began to carry out her instructions. Shortly thereafter the Frost Queen descended towards the ruins of Haven, its approach soundless save for the sounds of the nebula's haunting wind against the hull.
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Post by Dragus on Jan 28, 2024 6:40:45 GMT -8
A hellish discharge of infernal light split the dimensional seams as a pyramid shaped obelisk of villainy tore out of lightspeed just shy of Ison's gravity well, firing maneuvering thrusters and activating mass banks of repulsor engines as the large structure entered the atmosphere. On the bridge of the Maw, the dread lizard himself was snapping orders, the cortosis tip of his ornate saber cane repeatedly striking the deck as the saurian Sith roared in wrath. As terrible as his snarling reptilian voice was, the Dark Apothecary's oppressive telepathic shrieks were worse, searing the minds of all in range. << Ranat-Ogres hurry-scurry to the lower bays! >> and << Warlock Enginseers to the main hangar. >> The labour of the vermintide was being readied for a monumental task. As the Children of Decay prepared themselves, the star pyramid descended into the atmosphere towards Mt. Dragerest.
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Feb 20, 2024 21:45:34 GMT -8
The Ison system was more or less a dense debris field, with nebula wisps from the corridor encapsulating the system at differing densities, creating a dangerous hazard for navigating. Aside from the Ison being used by the Rebellion as their approach point to Hoth, to minimize Imperial detection at the time, there was little else of note in this system.*
*Those that were foolish, brave or usually both, would still attempt to use the system as a hideout for illicit activities. With the Ison Corridor branching off of the Corellian Trade Spine, a significantly more popular route, it was suitable for smugglers and pirates alike to attempt to utilize the region to avoid detection. Which was the case for one Nautolan pirate, Saresh Colgen. The illustrious leader of the Blood Pack pirate group, the Blook Pack had decided to call Ison home. A small assortment of ships, a Vindicator-Class Heavy Cruiser, two Ardent-Class Fast Frigates and four IPV-1 System Patrol Craft were stationed around the derelict remains of a Lormar-Class Refinery Station. The mining station, well past its prime, was the primary haven for the Blood Pack. At least until they were discovered. But for the time being, Colgen ran his operations from here. Miniscule, by comparison to other major pirate groups, the Blood Pack still managed to cause trouble for civilians and lightly armed military targets alike. It would be here, that Orrick Awaud's bounty puck and tracking fob would lead him, unknown to Colgen at this point in time.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Feb 24, 2024 12:13:22 GMT -8
Among the nebulous wisps bleeding off the white dwarf star at the centre of the star system, a deep space communications satellite blinked in the cold vacuum, a lone beacon amidst the vast emptiness of the void. A red light winked in and out, eliciting a bright flash of crimson before fading back into the dark. An invisible stream of data bounced off its receiver as a tight beam communications reached it from the surface of the desolate planet. While the data stream was heavily encrypted, its source of origin was traceable, back to the sole settlement on Ison. A settlement named Haven. In truth it was next to the tiny snowy village perched among the frozen peaks that the transmission had come from, broadcast from the cliff-side fortress of Fort Snowok carved into the side of Mt. Dragerest in the icy region of Dragengard. The transmission contained a detailed update on Project Ice Wyrm, delivered by the white scaled barabel homunculus, Professor Dragglestein. Much like Headmaster Draggledore who headed up Dragwarts Academy on Ryloth, the professor was a homunculus of the Dark Apothecary of the Sith Eternal, the master of the alchemical arts formerly known as the Famine Lord. With its solar panels suckling a trickle of power from the sun's low luminosity, the deep range satellite beamed that transmission towards the Abrion sector of space, repeating to do so every fifteen minutes. Between the nebula and the carbonberg debris floating around, successfully transmitting anything out of the system was difficult, thus the need to repeat the transmission.
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