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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 10:06:59 GMT -8
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Post by Thothrala on Apr 28, 2013 7:38:09 GMT -8
*Coming out of hyperspace, the "Fang" begins its descent towards the planet's surface. Inside the cockpit, Thothrala sits back smoking a deathstick watching the planet grow larger within the forward viewport.*
A planet full of nothing but sand...well, it is at least a step up from Nal Hutta. Anywhere is better then that rotten rock.
*He merely grins as he takes over from the autopilot and enters the atmosphere for Mos Entha*
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 28, 2013 16:16:40 GMT -8
A Carrack Cruiser enters orbit. Avidus smiled leaning back in the big ass chair reserved for important people. He had just woken from a lovely sleep brought on by the heedy combination of booze and really potent cigars. He had righted himself with a shot and a LOT of water. A cigar hung from his metal hand nearly smoked to the end. If he had a normal hand it would have given him a nasty burn. Anyways, Avidus's ship scanned for Exchequer's ship but found nothing.
"Hold here. We wait for Exchequer to arrive. I have important updates for him."
-Captain-
"Yes Sir. I'll have the shuttle ready for you."
He motioned for the crew to snap to it. As they scrambled he turned back to the console.
-Avidus-
Just as he was waving off the Captain, his datapad beeped. Checking it quickly he found a message from Vic. He smiled slightly.
'Oh this is just perfect. Everything is on schedule.' He thought to himself.
"Captain?"
-Captain-
"Yes sir."
-Avidus-
"Keep an open comm channel fixed to Exchequer's ship frequency so that when he does show up we can hail him."
-Captain-
"Will do sir."
-Avidus-
He extinguished his cigar and then poured another 8 ozs of whiskey. 'Exchequer where are you?'
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 28, 2013 16:21:31 GMT -8
A Carrack Cruiser enters orbit. Avidus smiled leaning back in the big ass chair reserved for important people. He had just woken from a lovely sleep brought on by the heedy combination of booze and really potent cigars. He had righted himself with a shot and a LOT of water. A cigar hung from his metal hand nearly smoked to the end. If he had a normal hand it would have given him a nasty burn. Anyways, Avidus's ship scanned for Exchequer's ship but found nothing.
"Hold here. We wait for Exchequer to arrive. I have important updates for him."
-Captain-
"Yes Sir. I'll have the shuttle ready for you."
He motioned for the crew to snap to it. As they scrambled he turned back to the console.
-Avidus-
Just as he was waving off the Captain, his datapad beeped. Checking it quickly he found a message from Vic. He smiled slightly.
'Oh this is just perfect. Everything is on schedule.' He thought to himself.
"Captain?"
-Captain-
"Yes sir."
-Avidus-
"Keep an open comm channel fixed to Exchequer's ship frequency so that when he does show up we can hail him."
-Captain-
"Will do sir."
-Avidus-
He extinguished his cigar and then poured another 8 ozs of whiskey. 'Exchequer where are you?'
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 28, 2013 16:28:03 GMT -8
A Carrack Cruiser enters orbit. Avidus smiled leaning back in the big ass chair reserved for important people. He had just woken from a lovely sleep brought on by the heedy combination of booze and really potent cigars. He had righted himself with a shot and a LOT of water. A cigar hung from his metal hand nearly smoked to the end. If he had a normal hand it would have given him a nasty burn. Anyways, Avidus's ship scanned for Exchequer's ship but found nothing.
"Hold here. We wait for Exchequer to arrive. I have important updates for him."
-Captain-
"Yes Sir. I'll have the shuttle ready for you."
He motioned for the crew to snap to it. As they scrambled he turned back to the console.
-Avidus-
Just as he was waving off the Captain, his datapad beeped. Checking it quickly he found a message from Vic. He smiled slightly.
'Oh this is just perfect. Everything is on schedule.' He thought to himself.
"Captain?"
-Captain-
"Yes sir."
-Avidus-
"Keep an open comm channel fixed to Exchequer's ship frequency so that when he does show up we can hail him."
-Captain-
"Will do sir."
-Avidus-
He extinguished his cigar and then poured another 8 ozs of whiskey. 'Exchequer where are you?'
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K'aden Vhett
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Post by K'aden Vhett on Apr 30, 2013 14:39:48 GMT -8
Stars that were previously streaking by stopped and stood in place once again as the Shadow Hunter came out of hyperspace. The black XS Light Freighter, banked hard to the right and headed for the nearest planet. The large ball of mostly desert that filled his view port was the planet of Tatooine. A planet that the pilot of this vessel had visited man times before. Just like he had before he banked and entered the atmosphere and headed toward the cantina he would most likely find what he was looking for or at least information on the matter.
The man sitting at the helm was young and strong, a good looking man by human standards. Brown short cropped hair in the military fashion and green eyes. His face was more worn than it should have been at his age, showing the stress of his life and the scars from battles. One prominent feature of him was the scar going from the bottom of his left eye straight down over his cheek to his chin, and ending right at his neck. A scar he was proud of. It was the result of a battle with his first bounty he collected, back when he was green and not as well versed in the trade. The mans name was K'aden a name taken after his father. His father was a Mandalorian, and like him K'aden followed suit.
K'aden was tough young man, for his age he was already an accomplished bounty hunter and mercenary. He made a name for himself as a sniper in some major battles where he was hired for special operations, and he was also known for his use of his custom made compound bow.
He had come to Tatooine to finish a job, he had heard rumors his target had visited the cantina he was heading to every night for the last couple weeks.
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Exchequer Australis
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Post by Exchequer Australis on May 2, 2013 11:00:08 GMT -8
The fleet that had left Hoth came into view of the planet. They sat there as they were expecting a hail from Avidus. Hopefully it would come soon. This would signal the rest of Ex's fleet to start to descend down onto the surface.
The fleet was comprised of 10 Assassin class corvettes, One Strike class medium cruiser guarded by 4 EF76 Nebulon-B Escort frigatetes, 3 CC-9600 frigates as well as 3 3-z light freighters. They were still in the same formation as they have been when the left Hoth. Now, Ex would have to wait for Avidus as well as word from Geor-Dan-Lor. His personal bodyguards the commandos ran around figuring out where Ex's personal stash was. He needed some spice and had forgotten where it was.
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Post by Delvin Keets on May 3, 2013 8:00:29 GMT -8
Avidus's Captain immediately registered the fleet. Quickly he gathered that it was Exchequer's fleet and immediately he ordered an encrypted channel opened. "My lord, Exchequer has arrived."
-Avidus-
"Excellent Captain. Now leave me I must make the necessary arrangements."
The captain bowed and left the bow of the ship just as the final update from Vic reached him. He smiled.
::Exchequer? This is Lord Avidus Dubh. We must arrange a conference as soon as possible. Things have moved along rather quickly. Where do you suggest we meet?::
He kept it short and to the point. Years of observing his father had taught him some of the finer points of getting shit done. He lit a second cigar puffing it to life as he awaited word from Exchequer's ship. He also would not speak of what things had progressed. Hackers were plentiful and even codes could be broken. Call it old fashioned but this was one reason Avidus had outlasted many rivals.
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Exchequer Australis
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Post by Exchequer Australis on May 3, 2013 8:09:27 GMT -8
Exchequer commed back.
Perferably somewhere with rum. I am sure that the Estate that we recently bought has rum? Lets head there, I believe there is a room perfect for meetings. We can land in the private space port. And begin to discuss plans.
Exchequer ordered his fleet to dive down towards the Estate. Soon, it will be stocked with Exchequer's men. The Exchange security forces were surprisingly mostly Durro. Ex's men were usually led by Tiss'Shar or Tharro commanders.
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Post by Delvin Keets on May 3, 2013 8:13:19 GMT -8
::Acknowledged.::
-Captain-
"My Lord, the shuttle is ready."
-Avidus-
"Excellent!"
He got up and headed immediately to the hatch taking his shuttle to the surface. He took a long thoughtful drag on his cigar. 'Things are happening fast. . .Almost TOO fast.' He thought to himself as he watched the windows glow from entering the atmosphere. He hoped Exchequer had been right in selecting this place for a headquarters. He felt it was just a little to obvious.
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K'aden Vhett
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Post by K'aden Vhett on May 3, 2013 20:30:47 GMT -8
Once K'aden broke into space , he keys the coordinates that he needed. Everything seemed to stand still for a second, then in a blur he was gone into hyperspace.
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Post by Darth Forente on May 5, 2013 19:17:58 GMT -8
There was a flash as a starship slowed from hyperspace speeds. It was a unique Theta-class T-2c Shuttle, heavy modified to be better armed and protected. Written in Aurebesh below the cockpit's viewport was the name "The Astral Codex, in a dark burgundy.The shuttle narrowed in on the dusty planet below, eventually reaching communication range with the planet.
The pilot and owner of the ship, Vallen von Horica, also known simply as "the Reborn," was an old face in this galaxy, though it had been a while since he had been seen in known space. He did not seem to hold roots with his family or his previous stature in the Sith religion. Instead, rumors had it that he is a slaver and a mercenary.
Not picking up any hailing signals, Vallen began an approach vector to the only place that he had ever visited on this sandbox of a planet: Mos Entha.With the glowing of two engines, the shuttle lowered through the planet's atmosphere.
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Post by Karbo Rohn on May 7, 2013 14:52:03 GMT -8
The "Slavers Whip" exit hyperspace and hangs in low orbit above the dune sea. It's two occupants look out at the barren planet.
The pilot spoke first, an older Arkanian who has seen his fair share of fights and brawls
"Well, it's almost a relief to see that old dust-ball down there. I seem to recall a little bar down there that is calling my name. I think these credits from the Nal Hutta job could help to make tonight interesting. I think a few of those intoxicants I had last time, and maybe a slight taste of local flavor of the female variety couldn't hurt..."
His droid companion snapped its head up at this suggestion.
"MASTER! Are you planning on wasting those Nal Hutta credits on drinks and women?"
"I most certainly am. What better way to look like a local while sniffing around the area for work than to drink much and stay in one place briefly. I figure I'll go for the old "drunken scrapper/crazy war veteran" gig. I pull it off well. Hey, maybe we could even find some new parts for you. Maybe even a new VOCABULATOR..."
"There's nothing wrong with my vo-vo-vo-OF COURSE I WANT A NEW VOCABULATOR YOU HEAP OF VISCERA! THIS IDIOT I AM BONDED WITH HOLDS ME BACK FROM MY TRUE POTENTIAL! HE DANCES AROUND ALL "LALALALA" WHEN HE AND I BOTH KNOW WHAT WE DID TO THAT JAWA WHO TRIED TO STIFF US LAST TIME...SO SQUISHY...SO SOFT...SO...CR-CR-CR-Alright, master...maybe an upgrade is in order. This other guy scares me..."
"You never told me about any dealings with a Jawa..."
"Didn't I? Whoopsie! Must have slipped my memory banks..."
"....well then...Lets just get down and get our hands dirty."
"Hopefully not too dirty...I wo-wo-wo-WOULD LOVE TO COVER MY APPENDAGES IN SOME MORE ENTRAILS AND BLOOD!"
"There is something really wrong with you, isn't there?"
He grabs the controls and turns towars Mos Eisley
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2013 14:10:05 GMT -8
A trio of ships flickers into view. Two are strike-class medium cruisers, comparatively small ships but packing far more punch then their size would indicate. The last was an Imperial Cargo Ship, a beast of a modified Acclamator designed to carry unbelievable amounts of cargo. Settling into orbit over the desert planet, the ICS opens its hanger bay doors. A relatively small packet, roughly the size of a YT-class transport, is carefully shifted out into space with tractor beams. For a few hours, nothing seems to happen as the trio of ships carefully scans the planet from orbit for the ideal place to plant the Resource Extraction Platform. Eventually, an acceptable site was located. The REP was carefully maneuvered into position, & giving a firm shove along the correct vector to touch-down at the site. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the REP's automated systems to unfold the platform & launch the skyhook for the equipment to be sent down.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2013 15:01:49 GMT -8
Eventually, the expected skyhook rose into space, followed shortly by the cable-car. Maneuvering near the cable, the ICS began to shift cargo pod after cargo pod out of its storage bays & into the cold hard of space, using the tractor beams to slide them into range of the cable-car's grappling arms. For the next forty hours, trip after loaded trip was made by the cable-car. Eventually, the last of the pods were sent & the Skyhook retracted back to the planet below. Within an hour of that, the trio of ships had jumped back into the confusion of hyperspace.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on May 10, 2013 5:13:58 GMT -8
A single YV-929 drops out of the hyperspace, the wavy blue stuff turning into the darkness of real space. Inside the cockpit Bat felt like a badass, not to many people came here. Despite the decline of the Hutts this place was still a notorious place for crime hence him being here today. Thumbing the controls he headed down to the planets surface.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Jun 28, 2013 18:38:12 GMT -8
A group of Corvette Cruisers exit hyperspace. A message is sent over encrypted channels to Avidus Dubh.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Jul 11, 2013 8:15:19 GMT -8
Avidus's shuttle enters orbit and docks with the Carrock Cruiser that is his personal ship. He changes into the garb of the Iron fists. Loose robes bearing the IF symbol across the back and light leather armor underneath. He opens the case containing the two handed Sith War Sword and hooked it to the harness on his back. His Crusier meanwhile had locked coordinates and blasted into hyperspace.
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Post by Mira Yim on Jul 28, 2013 13:22:03 GMT -8
There were a few nervous looks shared between Brunner and Lee as the barloz freighter Glenny Jones slid out of hyperspace. The Captain opened a line to engineering with a quick mental command from his implant.
"Quincy, tell me I imagined that."
"I wish, Brune, but we've run into a serious problem."
Peachy. He'd been assured the ship would make it at least to Ord Mantell without issue. It seemed the company engineers had overestimated her abilities.
"Don't keep me in the dark. How bad is it?"
Pause. "It's the hyperdrive unit. I thought it would last for another dozen jumps, but it's completely fried."
"Can you repair it?"
"No," she retorted instantly, clearly anticipating Brunner's question. "We don't have the parts available and even if we did, I'm not sure I could fix it myself. We'll need a new sealed unit."
Stang, stang, and double stang.
"...I'll see about acquiring a new one, if we can find the funds. Can we at least limp into the atmosphere?"
"Oh yeah. In-system flight systems are fine. There is a bit of cavitation around the hyperdrive unit, but that shouldn't affect our engines."
"Glad to hear it." Brunner switched to a ship-wide channel. "This is the Captain speaking. We'll be entering the atmosphere in...eight minutes. Strap yourselves in."
He closed the channel and fastened his own seat harness.
"Take us in, Lee. Nice and easy."
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Post by Darth Tempestuous on Aug 26, 2013 12:40:26 GMT -8
Outside the atmosphere of Tatooine, a transport ship flies it's way towards the planet to establish a proper orbit. As the lightly-armed freighter made it's maneuvers, the passengers inside nervously chatted about their arrival to the desert world. Some tales are told about the harsh world's deadly fauna, others deliberated on how to deal with Tuskens should the unfortunate case arise. Two men, however, merely sat in silence waiting for the ship to ready for descent. The first being an anxious man, dressed in a blue shirt made of material resembling linen and baggy khaki colored pants, looked around the cabin trying to distract himself as best he could. He obviously wasn't a seasoned traveler given his appearance and jittery, and after sitting in silence for as long as he had since leaving Ryloth he turned to the other to strike up conversation.
"So uh, what're your reasons for coming to Tatooine?" Scratches his cheek. "They say the place is ripe with opportunity for the adventurous, you know?"
The second man, seemingly asleep and leaning slightly forward in his seat, opened his eyes slowly. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the traveler that addressed him with a sharp stare towards his eyes, and shifted the brown cloak that enveloped his form to move his right arm out. For a brief moment, he rubbed his forehead with the freed hand as he addressed the traveler.
"You don't say." Moves his hand away from his head, looks down to the wall straight ahead of him. "What kind of opportunity are you chasing on this dust-ball? Selling near-obsolete moisture farming tools and parts? Got a beef to settle with some lowlife who ripped you off and fled here?"
Squints in insult. "No, nothing like that... sheesh, you say that like that's all that goes on with that planet." Looks in front of him towards the wall, restlessly bouncing his leg while talking. "There's always more to a place than what gets advertised, you know? Like urban development, site-seeing, bustling markets with great wares, and-"
"Black market trading, brutal gangs murdering folks in the streets, drugs, sex-trafficking, theft..." Glances towards the Traveler. "... yeah sure, always more to a place than what gets advertised. Take my advice, find someone on this rust-bucket willing to sell you something more subdued in tone. You'll stick out like a Hutt with a bad case of the bloats otherwise." Crosses his arms under his cloak.
The two did not speak to one another afterwards. A man in uniform enters the passengers cabin, holding a datapad in his hands reading off of it as he paced down the space. He read off the passengers names one by one, and each person called replied in kind to the head count. The last name called on the list was called, and the cloak wearing man answered back , 'Revlis, Enam'.
A short time after, the transport finally started its landing approach to Tatooine's surface.
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