Mike Frantz
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Post by Mike Frantz on Apr 30, 2013 17:09:41 GMT -8
I met Alkor's eyes and my usual half-smile quickly spreads across my face as I took another quick swig from my flask. Of course, but it's Mike, not Master. It's not that I have any issue with being a master, it's just that I have a policy of informality, no matter what the rank or position of the person in front of me, really I just liked to avoid all the meaningless titles in conversations just to speed them up, because you can only say Master Lord Baron Duke Fred of Galverson son of Ricket so many times before going crazy.
I am however a little concerned about Alkor's "special touch" and what that it could entail, of course that's what I am here for isn't it? making sure Alkor doesn't cross the line. Well I would do my best or die trying, although i would much prefer to live if possible. I'd like to see Alkor grow into the good man iI believe that he can be, but I hold no illusions about how monumental that task will be. I continue to hold my smile gesturing down the corridor of the ship. Lead the way Alkor, we shall make sure that there are no more needless deaths today. That last statement was twofold, one risking our lives to avoid the death of more of the ship's crew, and the other was far darker, a subtle reminder to Alkor that I would be watching him. It wasn't as if I am trying to shove it in his face, but I can't let him have too much autonomy, at least not yet.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Apr 30, 2013 18:28:01 GMT -8
"Aye," Alkor replied with a hint of mundane humor in his voice, "let's go prevent death. Or cause more, inadvertently. One can never be too certain, what with all the shifting tides in the Force." Cryptic though the jest may have been, amplified by the smile on Alkor's face that was at a mismatch to his morbid speech, Mike would certainly have been able to sense that Alkor had felt something new. Though even Alkor refuted the feeling, he knew suddenly that there was more. As things had culminated to this point, the Force had shaped it's designs and thrown these two men into the eye of the storm. And only now did he feel the impending dread.
Violence. This was the feeling that used to come before violence, before he had learned to replace it with anticipation. With bloodthirst. Alkor was not afraid- his perspective was simply different now. Instead of embracing violence, he was being forced to put it down. And so, he supposed, he could not help but feel a bit trepidacious.
Would he give into it again? Like all those many times before? In the times where it had been nothing but him and a dagger, and his victims? Where he had learned to survive, to slaughter, to hate? Would he become the Demon again?
Alkor's eyes were focused ahead of him as they walked, muttering. "There will be a conflict of some kind. I can feel it- there is something at work here. Something that hides, just beyond the veil." He shook his head violently, blinking his eyes tightly shut twice, then looking up. When had he last slept?
They moved swiftly toward the underbelly of the Star Destroyer, passing various teams of enlisted men filing toward their stations, and as the ship seemed to hum with life, Alkor looked over to Mike. "If its all the same to you, he said with a grin, "I would very much appreciate a sip of the Five Brothers' finest. It has been far too long." |
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on May 1, 2013 6:07:33 GMT -8
=Comm officer=
Sir, we're receiving a communication.
The officer put the transmission over the intercom. The green-skinned Twi'lek nodded to the Captain, who activated the diplomatic transponder.
=Captain=
Rylothian Gold to Vagrant Angel. This ship belongs to Senator Crom'nen of Ryloth returning to Kala'uun. We will proceed.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on May 1, 2013 7:50:28 GMT -8
Ornix stiffened slightly at the outspoken audacity in the man's words, though he knew how Twi'leks were. Thought they owned the bloody galaxy, the way they went around flaunting any modicum of power they got that they didn't win in some shifty casino or crime syndicate. Even then, Jefra wasn't sold on the veracity of the claims that a Twi'lek could do any form of honest work. After all, he mused humorlessly, politics wasn't honest. He spoke into the Comm again. "Welcome home, consulate, but I must reiterate, under Galactic Alliance Ordinance 534-2.7, in a combat situation that is not a training exercise, even government agents must defer to the armed forces in matters of safety."
Jefra sent the ship a series of coordinates, essentially a new route that would take the shuttle around the altercation, though it might add a few minutes to their ETA. "If you are insistent on proceeding, please make the necessary adjustments and reroute along the coded vector. In the event you do not comply, the Watch cannot guarantee your safety. This attack was instigated nearly half of an hour ago, and we have yet to ascertain the motive behind it. Thus, again, I repeat, you are unsafe here."
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Post by Mike Frantz on May 1, 2013 9:40:03 GMT -8
I could sense the termoil, confusion, and yes dread, but it was hard to tell where it came from. Maybe it was fear for the lives of others, of course that can't be the case, it must be part of his own internal struggle with his own morality. Something wasn't right, something just wasn't settling with the other man, but I still believe that he will do the job, when push comes to shove I believe that he will do the right thing, and if not... well that's what I'm here for. Of course there is going to be conflict. It has already begun, unfortunately we don't know the nature of the conflict. But we will find it out, that's what we do. I left it unspoken that our job was also to eliminate that threat... one way or another.
As we pass by various members of the crew I almost unconsciously reach out to them in the force, subtly giving them a bit of encouragement, in an attempt to make improve their efficiency, and truthfully just an attempt to make their current situation less miserable. As they near their destination I lose my smile when Alkor asks for a drink. I had been warned (ironically enough) about his alcoholism and been instructed by Adi not to give him any. However there are two problems with that, one: I am not obligated to do what Adi tells me and two: I would be the biggest hypocrite in the world if I began preaching the evils of drink, and I refuse to be a hypocrite like so many Jedi before me have been accused of doing. Silently I hold my flask out to him, without any gesture of encouragement. I wouldn't deny it to the man, but I would in no way encourage him to indulge in my bad habit.
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on May 1, 2013 11:39:17 GMT -8
Crom'nen again nodded to the ship's captain. Their lekku twitched momentarily in the secret language of the Twi'lek. Then the Captain spoke into the com. They had every intention of sliding by the attack without engaging. If taking a slightly adjusted course saved the ships commander face, so be it.
=Captain=
Acknowledged Angel. Proceeding on recommended route.
Crew, shields to full. Increase to full speed. Let's show these soldiers why we never asked for their protection.
The ship lurched forward with an increased speed and shields of the typical make and model. They had been improved to protect Ryloth's favorite son. Still, the ship's owner stood still and silent, glaring out the windows as the sand quickly approached. He always did this when approaching any planet. He was not needed on the bridge; the crew was excellent. Still, his volunteer crew performed at their best under his watchful eye, wanting to prove themselves to him. Once clear of the battle, the ship headed toward twilight, to the only livable area on this harsh planet that had produced his great species.
One thing Crom'nen admitted. He hated coming home.
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Bloodrage Pirates
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on May 4, 2013 5:19:59 GMT -8
It was unfortunate that a good target presented itself just as the Cutlass was engaged. Arkan would have dearly liked to meet the Senator! However the Captain's concentration was broken by a loud bang and a colossal shaking of the ship. "Sir, they've hit us with ion cannons, shields weakening!" The Captain had noticed the enemy ion cannons warming up a moment earlier, the ship fed tactical data to his mask's HUD. He could also activate parts of the ship from his suit, though he chose not to on this occasion. "Lets return the favour, concentrate all fire on the enemy bridge, shield and sensor arrays. They will be preparing boarding parties, lets us do the same. I think it's time I had a little chat with the Captain on that ship!" The Echani turned and strolled off the bridge, he would join the boarding parties when they started!
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K'aden Vhett
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Post by K'aden Vhett on May 4, 2013 8:49:47 GMT -8
The Shadow Hunter came to full stop as they exited hyperspace. And it was much to K'aden's surprise that there was a battle going on. He sat back in his chair and whistled low, it was always a sight to see a couple ships going at it.
One ship caught his eye right away, The Cutlass. Ship used by the Bloodrage Pirates.
" Well I will be damned. "
K'aden leaned over and flicked a button and began trying to hail the pirates.
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K'aden Vhett
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Post by K'aden Vhett on May 4, 2013 12:54:12 GMT -8
K'aden shook his head and strapped himself into his seat. He gave a sharp whistle. a few moments later Coffin appeared in the cockpit.
" Hunker down little buddy, lets go help some pirates." Coffin barked then jumped up in the co pilot seat.
" HEY SPLICE!!!" K'aden would yell as he switched a lot of switches on the control panel in front of him. A few moments Splice could be heard whirling around, the little atsromech droid came in handy in a battle.
" You know what to do little buddy, we are about to pick a fight."
K'aden gunned the ship forward. " Lock onto the the Star Destroyer, and check and see if the turbo laser batteries as well as the heavy cannons are in workign condition, it had been awhile since we have done anything like this."
The little astromech droid whirled and whined but done what it was told. Splice was a good little droid.
All things checked out as K'aden got closer. " Target the bridge of the ship in the first pass. Once we zoom by we will target the drives in the back. We will try our best to leave that ship dead in space with no way to move."
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Post by Alkor Centaris on May 4, 2013 20:07:39 GMT -8
"Bugger a bad feeling," Alkor muttered as his day suddenly became even more miserable. The ship rocked once more, and with even more ferocity. He could feel a disturbance shift from the bridge, and panic splash from one person to the next in a chaotic ripple that caused his ears to prick up and his senses to go haywire, "I suddenly feel like someone has it out for me today." Snatching the flask from Mike and taking a gulping swig, he shoved it into the man's chest as he readied himself to meet the skirmish as the ship was boarded. "It's as good a day as any to meet Death, I suppose," he intoned with a hollow voice.
Dipping into the Force, Alkor stretched out and brushed Commander Ornix's thoughts with his own- "Hail the Patrol fleet in geosynchronous orbit of Lessu," he sent and then, Alkor folded over in pain. He hated, even for a second, touching minds with another sentient. He hated the innate feeling of closeness. He hated the thought transfer. And he hated feeling invaded.
Jefra's eyes widened as the all too familiar mindscape stretched out within him, gasping for air as one of Alkor's memories involuntarily flickered for an instant in his mind. The Watchman had warned him once- though he had sworn he would become use to it- that telepathic contact with a former murderer might lead to strange occurences. Ornix had been wrong about only one thing. It was likely that he would never get used to it. The words echoed in his mind, though- call the fleet to respond. Vagrant Angel was on loan from Honoghr, over Ryloth with Mike for inspection and routine check in- since Alkor never volunteered to check in himself- and it would not do to send it back with an irreconcilable repair bill.
Walking at a brisk pace in spite of blaring alarms and chaotic screaming, Jefra bent down to the communications console and transmitted the coordinates of the Angel to Alkor's Patrol flagship, the AJTS Lariat, Ornix's own vessel of Captaincy. After a few moments of speaking at length, explaining the situation, he stood up straight and narrowed his eyes. "You have played with the wrong Officer, I fear," he thought with a wry smile, turning to face the tactical imaging.
"Attention, crewmen- I need absolute calm, and quick responses from all of you," he called out, and the panic quieted, if only a fraction, "the Patrol fleet is coming to render assistance now. They will arrive in-"
Another blast rocked the Vagrant Angel's bridge, and without words, the shields were brought up to the maximum capacity that they could manage. Fire still rocked the sensor arrays and intefered heavily, but they remained largely intact. The readouts Ornix had been looking at a moment before, however, dissipated, and they were left in the dark as to anything beyond what they could get eyes on. "Bring up rudimentary targeting computers. I want that ship immobilized and placated posthaste. The second ship will be meeting our contingent momentari-"
Before Ornix could finish his sentence, a high pitched sound overlapped the sound of the explosions, and a strange pulling sensation caused the ship to shake a moment, then stabilize. "Interdiction field is online, Commander Ornix," confirmed on of the crewman, and the Commander smiled as the man continued, "the cavalry has arrived."
In her most stunning glory, the AJTS Lariat appeared between the planet and the Vagrant Angel. Not at all quite so large as the Vagrant Angel, the Victory II class Star Destroyer was certainly no less imposing- especially not flanked by it's primary forward support group- the greater part of the Patrol Fleet remained stationary, for the moment. After all, their orders were to not leave that position until the Angel left the system. So they dutifully remained at that post until otherwise directed.
The battlegroup that had come about, however, consisted of two Nebulon B escort frigates- Whiplash and Upheaval, and two Corona class frigates, Atlas and Marathon. The carrier- Maelstrom- as well as the better part of their fighter contingent- remained in reserve, back over Lessu. And Lartiat had waited very little time to give the fire order. Picking their target immediately, the Lariat transmitted the customary stand down order to the Mandalorian ship, but primed their weapons now less readily.
And they played the waiting game. "Undesignated ship, you are in restricted space flying without valid Republic credentials, and assisting in an attack on a Republic vessel. Power down your weapons and your engines and we will not fire on you. This is your only chance."
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Bloodrage Pirates
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on May 5, 2013 4:43:20 GMT -8
The bridge crew on the Cutlass were calmer now that the Captain had left, he would be in a much better mood after killing a few people. However he was keeping up with the tactical picture of things through the up-link to his HUD. He chose to broadcast his voice to the bridge. "Another ship has appeared and I have a feeling that the enemy has more reserves it can call upon. There is only one move to make now, we must get close to the destroyer and board her under out terms! Plot a ramming course aimed at the enemy ships 'neck' then take the main engines offline. Transfer all power to forward shields until we break through and dock with the enemy. It's most likely that most of the other systems will fail in this manoeuvre but make sure we have engines shut down safely so they can be brought back online for our escape."
The bridge crew did not like the sound of this, it seemed very much like a suicide run! However Arkan had resorted to such tactics when faced off against his brothers forces during their prolonged conflict for control of Sernpidal. This tactic had worked before but never against a ship this size. Arkan had faith and he gathered with his Black Guard in the holding area near where they would be able to depart into the enemy ship. They would attempt to sabotage the main reactor to give them time to escape. Some of the crew had donned their Reaper armour and armed themselves to guard the entrances to the ship, the enemy might try to board them if the Victory chased off the freighter that had appeared.
This little freighter had puzzled Arkan, he had not sent for back up, nor was he expecting a ship of this type to appear. Was it an unknown ally? Was it dispatched by the people he came here to meet? He did not know but he would find out, he opened a comm-channel to them. ::Unidentified freighter, this is Arkan Bloodrage, Captain of the Cutlass. I don't know who you are or what your intentions are but if you can distract the Victory-class for as long as possible I would be in your debt.:: Arkan always talked the good talk, convincing people to aid or join him was easy with words. Whether he would follow through on what he promised was a matter for his mood later. He hoped it would be enough as the Cutlass ceases fire and positions for her final attack run. Shields switched to full front and once she reached her desired speed, main engines cut off. Secondary engines guided her in as the crew braced for the inevitably large impact.
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K'aden Vhett
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Post by K'aden Vhett on May 5, 2013 6:18:12 GMT -8
K'aden swallowed hard as the second ship appeared. As confident and arrogant as K'aden was, he was bound to die in this skirmish. K'aden was so preoccupied he barely heard the beeping, that told him he was being hailed. Once he finally snapped to he hit the button. As the message was relayed he shook his head. K'aden wasn't one to step down and listen to the Republic like most in the galaxy. K'aden smirked, though a look of worry was on his face. He hit the button to reply.
" Blow it out your Shebs. " He ended transmission and jetted past the Vagrant angel and unleashed a volley on the bridge. Then banked hard to the left and rocketed towards the second ship. just as he received another hail. " Well ain't i just the popular one today."
He listened to the transmission and smiled, he was correct it was the Bloodrage crew. He immediately felt sorry for those aboard the Vagrant angel. He sent back a transmission of his own.
" This is K'aden Vhett of the Shadow hunter.I will do my best. I wont be able to give ya much, not a really sturdy ship."
K'aden leveled out the Shadow hunter and rushed the New star destroyer. Not even worrying about the frigates. he would give that ship one volley or two then break for the planet. Cutlass would be on its own, however he had a bounty to collect for Ex. As he got closer to the ship K"aden looked over at Coffin who was staring at him intently. K'aden patted it on the head and hit the fire button with the other hand. He unleashed the full volley he could with the 2 quad turbo lasers, and the heavy cannons on the under side. He aimed for the bridge and sensor arrays as he jetted by.
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Johun Starfield
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Post by Johun Starfield on May 6, 2013 10:22:55 GMT -8
The Lux Patronus returned to real space, outside of Ryloth's orbit. He waited to broadcast and identifying signals. He was waiting on Eerie...
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on May 7, 2013 10:54:02 GMT -8
Shihab came out of his meditative trance at the five minute warning alert, from the nav-computer. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders, while taking a few deep breathes to get his blood moving again. Years of flying on the edges of known space had built many survival conducive habits, entering system with shields and weapons powered up was one of them. Shihab began charging both systems, and noticed the screen, and other cockpit lights, dim in response to the additional power drain. A flash of light brought the X-83's arrival to the attention of anyone looking at a sensor screen this side of Ryloth.
I glance at the suddenly active sensor board, and notice the Victory-class SD dueling a smaller Carrack-class light cruiser, as well as the XS that seemed to be assisting the Carrack, now identified as the Cutlas. I can't take a Carrack, not in this, but that XS is more than fair game. My Shields and armor are more than up to stopping that old freighter's guns. Finally noticing the unidentified blip that must be Johun, I broadcast a quick message to everyone in sector, not caring who was listening. I do also vaguely notice the diplomatic vessel in system, but it was to far from the fighting to worry about at the moment, so I ignore it.
... Dibs on the XS! Anything else I should know here Johun?
I throw the throttle all the way open and begin racing for the XS freighter. I arm my proton torpedoes, sense they have a longer effective range than my lasers and lay my cross hairs on the freighter, looking to get a missile lock. Flicking a switch over my left shoulder with a wing tip as I go, the S-foils lock into attack position. Some might argue that I'm over reacting, but I've seen to many pirate attacks to not know exactly what this is. Not to mention that Honoghr had a history with the Cutlas, and that it wasn't a friendly one. Who ever was in the XS was about to find out how hard it was to out-fly an expert pilot flying one of the best fighters in the galaxy.
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Post by Johun Starfield on May 7, 2013 11:06:46 GMT -8
Johun had been assessing the situation, trying to stay unnoticed and potentially avoid fighting. He had seen enough fighting in his short existence. He could and would fight if necessary, but he was never looking for a fight. Johun responded to his new companion.
I'm not sure yet Eerie...
Johun began to broadcast Jedi Order identification codes, hoping one of these ships would be friendly and he could ascertain where Alkor was, after all, he was the reason Adi had sent Johun and Eerie...
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Post by Alkor Centaris on May 7, 2013 15:08:26 GMT -8
As the transceiver picked up Jedi security codes, Jefra paled visibly as the Carrack class decided to increase to ramming speed and angled itself toward the underbelly of the Star Destroyer. "All hands, brace for impact!" The radar went blind after a few more shots from the smaller ship, and Ornix strode from the helm into the heart of the men. "Everyone down, I said! Shields to maximum, defensive fire concentrate on the last known approach vector of that Carrack- slow them down!"
Ornix scowled, looking around, and he pulled a blaster carbine off of one of the still stunned guardsmen. "You take the helm, damn you, I'm going to actually put some wear on this." Jefra Ornix put in his access codes and activated the contingency lockdown protocols. "Make certain the only way in or out of this bridge is with a lightsaber. You, you, and you," he pointed to three men, "with me. We're going to join the welcome wagon."
Behind them, the doors creaked eerily shut, and the locks slammed tightly.
And then came the crash. The impact of the small ship, and the entire Vagrant Angel shaking uneasily. Jefra stumbled forward, lifting his comm to his lips, transmitting on the frequency of the new Jedi. "Mayday," he hissed loudly, "mayday! This is is Commander Jefra Ornix of the Watch Patrol fleet, aboard Vagrant Angel. We are being boarded by the Carrack class- unidentified, and presumed to be pirates of some sort. Watchman Centaris is on board with Master Frantz. Respond! I repeat resp-"
The comm cut out with a loud scream of electrcity as the systems were shaken, heavy fire combined with major structual damage cutting out the main systems. Secondary power kicked in after several seconds, but communications were cut completely.
A fact that Alkor realized as he picked himself up off the floor, dusting off his robes as he stared into the face of the offending ship. He made a mental note of the damage, sparks still flaring from the gaping wound in the Angel's belly. When that ship pulled away- if it pulled away- this area would be sucked clean of life. He wished he had an oxygen mask, right about now. "Everyone who can't hold their breath for ten minutes, stay to the rear. Mike, it looks like this is up to us- get ready."
Lariat seemed uninterested in the oncoming fighter, forward defense turrets opening a lazy stream of turbolaser fire into the path of the ship. The Upheaval, coming up beneath the Lariat, vectored to intercept the new ship, released a long range burst to cause a bit more damage, hopefully deterring another run, if not disabling the ship completely. The three other ships remained on standby, and Lariat's shields seemed to flicker, but otherwise not feel the attack very much.
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Post by Mike Frantz on May 7, 2013 15:57:28 GMT -8
I'm just about to slide the flask back into my belt with some sort of wiseass comment when the "brace for impact" call came across the speakers. That plus the sudden absolute sense of danger drops me to a kneeling position, anchoring myself to the deck with the force just as the ship shakes. Without thought or sense of what I am doing I immediately open myself to the force, flinging debris out of the way of the men around me as it starts to fly. With my eyes closed I don't even notice the hull of the other ship until Alkor starts barking orders. Shit.
Reaching back to the center of my back I pull out a dull bronze colored metal mask. Pulling up my hood I slide the mask into place, creating a seal between the hood and mask. Thankfully I had been paranoid about this since that unfortunate decompression incident in the Fondor shipyards. This particular set of robes was lined with an airtight material and a small rebreather in the back plate of the mask allows me some safety from running out of breath, although too long of an exposure to the cold would be the death of me, still it gave me a better chance at life in open space than most people.
Before it has the chance to pull back, I take the few strides it takes to reach the hull of the Carrack and draw the grey hilt of my lightsaber with my left hand and then concentrate heavily, focusing the force into my right hand I reach out, feeling the hull on a molecular level, ever vibration, every separation, every bit of information on this particular hull plate. In only a fraction of a second I find what I want, a shatterpoint... I release the built up force into it, reducing it to millions of tiny fragments in only a moment, and step into the other ship, lighsaber raised, silver blade shining in the darkness. A bit reckless.. probably... but it certainly wouldn't be what they were expecting.
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Post by Johun Starfield on May 7, 2013 18:18:34 GMT -8
Johun angled the Patronus towards the Vagrant Angel.
Eerie, the Vagrant Angel is precious cargo. I'm headed aboard to help repel anyone trying to board. Some suppressing fire on that Carrack-class would be appreciated I'm sure.
Johun pushed the throttle forward, launching the Patronus toward the huge Star Destroyer.
Vagrant Angel, This is Jedi Knight Johun Starfield. Where can I land to help repel your boarders?
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on May 8, 2013 8:41:30 GMT -8
Johun, that's a Star Destroyer. It probably has plenty of troops on board to repel any boardign party, plus Knight Alkor and Master Frantz. Honestly, I think Arkan's out done himself this time. He'll be hard pressed to keep Alkor and Master Franzt out of the Cutlas, even with a full crew. Either drop some torps on the Carrack, or come help me run this freighter to ground. Either way, with the signal spike at the end of that last transmission I highly doubt we'll be hearing anything more from that SD.
I close the comm line and tell Null to forward the last message from the Vagrant Angel, as well a sensor packet showing the current position of each ship in system, to Watch lead, and any other known Watchmen outposts in the region. I hear Null's affirmative whistle and grin, the hunt was on, and I was hunting this time.
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Post by Johun Starfield on May 8, 2013 10:00:04 GMT -8
Kriff, Eerie was right. The Patronus was no where near armed enough to take on the Carrack-class, so Johun turned his fighter toward the XS, going to help Eerie.
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