Kurōn
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Post by Kurōn on Aug 31, 2016 22:58:31 GMT -8
The Barloz-Class Freighter, Velvet Rose exited hyperspace within high orbit of the former IGBC planet of Muunilinst. Vlad sat in the pilot's seat, ensuring the ship transitioned smoothly from hyperspace to real space. His R2 unit, 'Clank' was already plugged in and monitoring the ship's status. Vlad extended his perceptions out towards the planet. Aside for a disturbingly odd tremor within the Force, there was nothing to alert him to foul play."Alright Clank, I sense no deception emanating from the planet below. We should be clear for now. Let's got find our snitch of a Muun and get him off-world before the planetary leadership knows he's here. I'd rather not go flashing my lightsabers around on a strange planet deep in the Imperial sector. If the rumors are true, then there could be a heavy Imperial presence on this planet. Luckily our documentation is in order. They shouldn't question beyond that."Vlad hoped he was correct in his assumption."Transmit the landing codes we received from our client. They may be older Imperial codes, but they should get us onto the planet."The R2 unit beeped and warbled as it complied with its new orders. With the codes being sent, Vlad angled the ship towards the planet and slowly began to descend. He wasn't in a rush, nor was he eager to tip off the Imperials. The dated landing codes he had received were from Sinistra's Empire, but they should allow him to get th the surface without having to interact with anyone. The older codes were automatically sent down to Munnilinst Traffic Control. If there was a problem with the codes, they would be the ones to pick it up, though the Velvet Rose used to frequent Munnilinst among other worlds before it came into Vlad's possession as it had been a smuggling vessel, so hopefully that would play into his favor. |
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Dreadlord Ovose
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Post by Dreadlord Ovose on Sept 4, 2016 8:32:37 GMT -8
Sliding into existence once more the Imperial II Star Destroyer”Imperial Wraith”Arrived into Muunilinst's orbit, exiting seconds later are two Imperial II Frigates the ”Blood Omen” and the ”Blood Oath”, all ships carry a full compliment of Tie Interceptors, they move to flank the ”Imperial Wraith”. All ships send codes to orbital and planetary defenses signifying they are First Order vessels. Dreadlord Ovose stood firm on the bridge of the war machine under his control.
A tight encrypted comm is send to the HQ, from the Dreadlord.
Dreadlord Ovose reporting for assignment.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Sept 4, 2016 12:07:39 GMT -8
The reply wasn't immediate from HQ as the paperwork for Dreadlord Ovose's position within the First Order had only just recently been integrated into the Imperial archives and roster. The station commander at HQ who received the transmission combed the files before coming across Ovose's profile. The First Order had granted him the rank of Fleet Commander within the First Order's Navy as well as the standing position of Commander within the Imperial Army. A note had been left by the senior staff, indicating that they were eyeing this person's progress with diligence.
After some time, a responding transmission came to Ovose's fleet in orbit.
Dreadlord Ovose, you have been requested to meet with the Supreme Commander at Imperial Strategic Command. He awaits you in his office, my lord. You are hereby granted landing access and entry to the Supreme Commander's office. Enjoy your stay on Muunilist.
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Dreadlord Ovose
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Post by Dreadlord Ovose on Sept 4, 2016 13:35:48 GMT -8
the comm is received and replied to.
Understood Command.
Ovose cut comm's, signaled his detachment, and moved for the lift doors and headed to the hanger of the "Wraith", he walked with his Lightsaber Pike, it clinked with every step he took, his crew of six Imperial ShadowTroopers escorted him to his personal shuttle, the "Spook", A Delta-Class JV-7.
Arriving to the Hanger Bay, Ovose and crew boarded the spacecraft. A few chrono ticks later, the vessel was off, planet bound for the HQ.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Nov 20, 2016 19:06:20 GMT -8
FromAt the edge of the system, well out of weapon range of even the most powerful of systems, appeared a Jehavey'ir-type assault ship. It was far enough out that even the fastest of fighters would take at least an hour to reach it. However, a system like this would likely have sensor nets stretching out plenty far enough to see it. For a few moments the ship just sat there doing nothing. After while however, it began to transmit toward the planet.Her majesty, Princess Aya of the House of Dizen, is requesting safe passage for negotiations.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 22, 2016 21:01:01 GMT -8
The Imperial Orbital Security had remained silent for sometime, whether they were ignoring the transmission or taking their time was unknown. The officers on station continued with their daily work, keeping to their screens and positions as the head of security awaits word from the surface. In the end, a transmission is sent back to the delegation orbiting Muunilist.
This is Imperial Orbital Security, you are permitted to land at High Port in orbit over Muunilist. You will be greeted there by a senior staff of the Imperial Military who will escort you to the conference room to speak with the Supreme Commander. Keep your escort to a minimal of ten personnel.
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Dec 23, 2016 20:43:44 GMT -8
The Jehavey'ir remained silent & continued to hold its position. After a few minutes another pair of ships crawled out of hyperspace. The lead ship was a Luxury 5000, while the second was another Jehavey'ir. This pair was much, much closer to the planet, not too distant from the High Port mentioned before. Both ships were broadcasting Clan D'Ordinii IFF codes.This close the ships could easily be scanned. Any such attempt would show that the Jehavey'ir had no living beings on board, & in fact didn't didn't even have a life support system installed. Most of what had been considered crew space had been stripped out, either replaced with automated systems or additional reinforcements. The 5000 on the other had was showing six people on board. Continued
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Turlon
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Post by Turlon on Jan 12, 2017 10:56:21 GMT -8
A small starship sputtered out of hyperspace over Muunilists orbit, with just enough grace and luck to remain in stealth mode. It looked like it was made of 3 different starships mashed into each other and held together with not much more than a prayer. Upon exiting hyperspace a small chunk of metal had broken off the front of the ship, with slight amusement Turlon watched as it majestically floated, slowly, slowly, up and away, until it glided out of his visual field. All of a sudden, a few warning lights went off as the ship suddenly released a massive amount of Cronau Radiation that it had been trying to dampen.
“Well shit, so much for being a ninja. Actually I’m surprised this old girl is still going strong, good girl!”
Turlon said as he tapped the wall of his ship. He scratched his stubbly beard that he had allowed to grow and closed his eyes once again. He had been blindly travelling, learning about the universe, as well as himself. The innerverse and outerverse, searching through the many worlds, exploring the never ending blackness that was space, seeking answers throughout the stars. Searching for what? He did not know fully. But as he continued to prod and question The Darkness for answers, Turlon had become more and more sure that the force would tell him where he needed to go; he needed only understand the darkness to take the answers for himself.
Darth Talon closed his eyes and melded into the The Darkness. Calling out to it and reaching toward it at the same time. He let it flow into himself. Rushing into his mind and coursing through his very veins. His mouth shifted into a smirk and one eye opened up.
“Alright girl, we got this far on our own.”
He said to his ship as it began to sluggishly head towards Muunilist.
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Electrix
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Post by Electrix on Jan 28, 2017 11:10:15 GMT -8
The Maleficent exited hyperspace and headed planet side.
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Faina Delvardus
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Feb 10, 2017 21:31:17 GMT -8
"Stop doing that," Macario grouses.
"Doing what?" Faina grumbles back, brought out of her pensive thoughts by her fellow Imperial Knight's decision to break the silence that has persisted since they had departed from the Tower of the Imperial Knights in the shuttle Macario is piloting towards the Star Destroyer where they will be joining the Shadowtroopers that are accompanying them on their mission.
"Flexing your fingers over and over. You've been doing it ever since . . ."
Clenching the cybernetic fingers of her left hand into a tight fist to cease the compulsive flexing she has found herself doing unconsciously ever since her left arm was replaced below the elbow with a prosthetic after she was wounded on Dantooine, Faina snaps, "Sorry. Taking a deep breath, knowing she is not angry with Macario so much as with herself for her inability to overcome the compulsive behavior, Faina repeats in a less annoyed tone, Sorry."
Macario, as taciturn by nature as Faina herself has become, answers with a grunt and goes back to more or less ignoring her as he adjusts the shuttle's course to bring it onto its approach for the waiting Star Destroyer.
Moments later Faina, Macario, and the other ten Imperial Knights assigned to the mission disembark from the Upsilon-class shuttle to meet with the Shadowtroopers accompanying them on the mission.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2017 22:34:34 GMT -8
Venator-class Star Destroyer, The Jayanti - Hangar
Nicolina, currently dressed in her officer's uniform rather than her armor, is on hand to greet the Imperial Knights when their Upsilon sets down. Though she would usually give Nikulin, who she has served with in more than one campaign and even a black op or two, some good-natured, well intentioned ribbing, Nicolina decides to keep things all professional and such for now in light of the fact that the other Knights are unfamiliar to her and probably expect things to go by the numbers.
After whipping off a crisp, picture perfect First Order salute and coming to attention, Nicolina tells the Imperial Knights, "Welcome aboard the Jayanti. I am First Lieutenant Foresi of 1st Squad, 1st Platoon, Company A, 1st Battalion of the 27th Infantry, 3rd Brigade of the 25th Infantry Division from Khomm. I will be leading the Shadowtroopers tasked with accompanying you on your mission. Eager to learn what the mysterious mission entails as well as so that she can fill her squad leaders in on when they need to be ready to be briefed, Nicolina asks, When can we expect a full briefing on the nature of the mission and our role in completing it?"
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Faina Delvardus
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Feb 10, 2017 23:26:46 GMT -8
Faina, her confidence in her leadership abilities shaken by what she views as a personal as well as vocational defeat on Dantooine, had been more than happy to relinquish command of their current mission to Macario, and so she remains silent after Nicolina as welcomed them and asked about when she and her platoon will be briefed.
As Macario tells Nicolina that she and her senior staff will be briefed in one hour, once they have gotten underway for their destination and he and the rest of the Imperial Knights have had a chance to settle in, Faina's attention wanders, as it often can when she does not have battle, training or some other rigorous task to focus on. Her arm, Faina thinks, was not all that she lost on Dantooine; and unlike the arm, not all that was lost can be replaced. In addition to feeling as though she failed her comrades that fell in the battle against the Rebel forces defending Garang, Faina's doubts about the spirit of the First Order have deepened; not even the fact that she had sensed the Dark Side within one of Garang's defenders able to quell the lingering uncertainty that has been festering within her ever since she learned of how pervasive Dark Side Force users are within the ranks of the First Order. Added to her doubts about her purpose and ability was that of her ability to judge the character of others, something she had always prided herself on before. While his ultimate fate has not yet been uncovered, given that the last trace of one of her fellow Imperial Knights missing since the battle on Dantooine, was taking a prisoner into custody that was then never seen again, Faina feels almost certain that Morningstar has abandoned the First Order. Faina supposes that she should not be surprised, not truly; not when she thinks back on some of the things her fellow Imperial Knight had said in previous conversations, hints of discontent and ideological differences that echoed some of her own personal misgivings. Was Morningstar right to leave? Is she foolish not to do the same? Is it cowardice, inertia, or willful blindness that keeps her doing all that is asked of her, that keeps her performing duties she once believed in without question? Faina finds no answers to her questions no matter how long she turns them over and over in her mind.
"You're doing it again," Macario says, causing Faina to look up and see that the other Imperial Knights are already making their way from the hangar along with Nicolina.
Looking down at her cybernetic hand, the fingers compulsively flexing and unflexing over and over like the doubts and fears churning in her mind, Faina says, "Sorry," curling the fingers into a fist to still their restless movement.
Shaking his head, Macario nods his chin towards where Nicolina is walking, asking the officer once they catch up with her, "You have a skilled slicer among your personnel, as we requested, correct?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 6:32:19 GMT -8
Venator-class Star Destroyer, The Jayanti - Bridge
His hangar crew having informed him that the Imperial Knight's shuttle has docked, the Jayanti's Captain issues the orders necessary to get the Star Destroyer underway, and then sits in his command chair as the bridge crew begin to carry his orders out. The Jayanti is soon moving away from Muunilinst's gravity well, with the preparations for making a jump to hyperspace underway.
Hangar
"Affirmative," Nicolina answers succinctly when asked if she has a slicer available. Nicolina's platoon's comms operator, a male Khommite named Nirav 74, had taken particularly well to the coding and slicing training certain members oiher platoon had been chosen to receive by Darth Rebellious, and has become a formidable and versatile slicer that has come in handy on more than one occasion. The fact that the mission is one where a slicer is necessary gives her something of a clue as to the nature of the mission, though Nicolina is anxious to learn exactly what their objective is and what her platoon's role in completing it will be.
None of the Imperial Knights seeming to be particularly inclined to chat, Nicolina keeps her usual inclination to keep conversation flowing in check as she takes them from the hangar to show them where their quarters will be. As the group makes their way further into the Star Destroyer, the ship winks from view as it makes the jump to hyperspace.
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Mellik Umarov
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Post by Mellik Umarov on Feb 28, 2017 18:36:58 GMT -8
A small freighter drifted in from hyperspace, slowing dramatically as it entered Muunilinst's orbit. The ship's ID tag read "Raptor", captained by a young male human that desperately clung to life. After escaping Malachor V's orbit, Mellik's breathing was short and labored. He clung his broken left arm to his chest, pressing a few buttons on the navi-computer to open up a hailing frequency.
"This is Mellik Umarov of the Raptor, requesting permission to dock."
This was all Mellik could do as he hung on to consciousness. As he waited for a reply, he became fully aware of the extent of his concussion: a large bruise over his left eye and a small cut just beneath the bruise.
"I hope they're fast..."
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 2, 2017 7:25:58 GMT -8
Imperial Capital Security, which oversaw the traffic over Muunilist, received dozens of transmissions every day, ranging from departures to arrivals across the board. These included military vessels, merchant ships, civilian transports and even personal ships. When the transmission from the Raptor was made, they saw no reason to deny the oncoming vessel. A transmission returns to Mellik.
You are cleared for landing, Raptor. Please be advised that you obey Imperial and Muunilist law during your stay.
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Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 7, 2017 0:04:26 GMT -8
Pellaeon's task force exits hyperspace with precision and immediately hails local authorities, since it was likely they are arriving unannounced. The task force is comprised of four frigates, all well past their planned decommission date, flying in a stacked diamond formation. One Lancer, one Munifex, and two modified Nebulon-B's are the classes of the task force's ships. Terminal, the Lancer frigate, was the closest to the planet, and lowest in the stack. Next, both in distance to the planet and up the stack, are the two Nebulon-B frigates; Thrawn and Dala. Farthest from the planet, and highest in the stack, is the Munifex frigate Mynock. All four ships remain inert, only life support and shields at half strength producing any significant readings on the systems scanners, where energy consumption is concerned. Weapons are cold, engines are cooling, and only passive sensors are in use by the task force. Fighter squadrons stand ready to launch, but at ease in the hangers of their respective carrier ships. Aurel Pellaeon himself, awaits a response in his cabin, as he can move to the bridge or to his personal shuttle with equal ease from it, as the situation demanded.
Former Warlord Aurel Pellaeon is here to request an audience with any member of the Order capable of grafting his force into the Order's fleet.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 9, 2017 12:25:14 GMT -8
Muunilist, once a planet for the IGBC, a world where great traffic brought wealth in credits and materials to from and planet was now occupied by a great force of warships. High Port, formerly a symbol of the IGBC, was now a fortress for special forces of the First Order. The traffic was carefully examined through checkpoints and squadrons. Muunilist was the capital and fortress world of the First Order and this presence made it plainly obvious to Warlord Pellaeon when he jumped into orbit.
Upon the bridge of the Imperial Star Destroyer, Praetorian, flagship of the Supreme Commander's personal fleet, the Tempest Command, a communication would come through within short time. It was quite a coincidence that today, of all days, that the High Marshal was reviewing his older brother's fleet.
This is High Marshal of the First Order, Artemis Delvardus, to Warlord Aurel Pellaeon. The Supreme Commander is currently occupied with matters of state, but as his deputy in these situations, I shall grant your request to an audience. Please come to the designated coordinates and land within the Praetorian so that we may discuss in person.
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Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 9, 2017 15:08:38 GMT -8
The Order's fortress world of Muunilist was imposing, but that was expected. In a way it was rather reassuring honestly, after so many years of constant turmoil and chaos of dealing with pirates and competing warlords in the Core worlds. The prompt and clear response was pleasant change of pace for Aurel. As the transmission came through he waited patiently, listening to the entire message, he responded crisply in the affirmative and promptly made for the shuttle already warming up in the Mynock's relatively small hangar.
Pellaeon acknowledges, I'll be right over. Thank you for your time sir.
Almost ten minutes later, his shuttle departed the Mynock and began it's journey across the void to dock with the Praetorian. The trip was dull and uneventful, a well trained crew working to make the trip smooth and with out a hitch. Pellaeon waited patiently, barely noticing the Preatorian's tractor beams locked on tot he shuttle for the last portion of the trip. As the shuttle landed, Pellaeon, flanked by his usual escort of two stormtroopers, stood by the boarding ramp, as he waited for it be lowered. He was dressed in what might be considered a classic, or antique, Imperial Admiral's uniform, devoid of any extra baubles or decorations. A man of rather average proportions, and now in his late forties, Aurel Pellaeon was by no means a memorable figure. In fact the most memorable feature about him was the well toned fitness of his physic, a feature not neglected with age or rank as some officers were inclined to do.
His two escorts stood slightly taller than he did, were also remarkable unremarkable. They were wearing what appeared to be basic Stormtrooper armor, though a detailed scan would show the material composition was of a higher quality than usual for a basic trooper. They, as all good guards do, did their best to be as unobtrusive as possible. As they came down the ramp on either side of, and behind, Pellaeon their hand were by their sides, relaxed and empty. Careful observers would note that their hands never strayed far from the weapons that remained holstered until they were needed. They didn't make a show of looking around, instead utilizing their HUD's to take in the hangar around them as Pellaeon traded the necessary pleasantries with the welcoming party. Soon they were on their way to a place more suitable for negotiations than a busy, even if relatively idle, hangar deck.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 9, 2017 19:50:07 GMT -8
A door hissed in front of Aurel Pellaeon, revealing a man with a distinctive and grizzly scar that ran from the hairline down the left side of his face, right over his eye and disappearing behind his upper cheek. Unlike the grey uniforms of old Imperial factions, the First Order adopted a black fabric that helped emphasize the emblem of their organization. The High Marshal, Artemis Delvardus, sported the similar reddish hair of his older brother and held the same confidence. The only difference between the two men involved tactics and strategies. The High Marshal was escorted by Stormtroopers in their new armor and a pair of red-armored Imperial Knights.
The High Marshal approaches Warlord Pellaeon, after having reviewed what the First Order could draw up from old archives, on his way down to the hangar.
Warlord Pellaeon, I am Artemis Delvardus, High Marshal of the First Order. It is fortunate that you finally joined us. First Order records still contain those of the Imperial Remnant archives before it was absorbed into the defunct Galactic Empire. I suspect you have come to finally be inducted into our ranks then.
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Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 9, 2017 22:02:10 GMT -8
Pellaeon took a moment to size up the approaching man, and liked what he saw. He'd have worn one of the new uniforms himself, had one been available, but he was sure that new uniforms would be made available soon enough. As the man spoke, Pellaeon stopped and stood at parade rest. He wanted to show respect for the man's achievement while still acknowledging that, for the time being, Pellaeon owed him no allegiance. Though, Pellaeon was in fact here to change that. He dipped his head in acknowledgement as High Marshal Delvardus finished his opening remarks.
"That is an accurate suspicion, sir. Please, let us proceed."
I was here to sign on, I really didn't want to spend any time with unnecessary "pleasantries" if it could be helped. They had their place, sure, but it was not in the day to day workings of an imperial fleet officer. Still, if the Order, or the High Marshal, were ones to stand on precedences and ceremony I'd play along, although begrudgingly. The High Marshal seemed a decent fellow though, getting straight to the point, so perhaps the formalities would be waived after all.
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