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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 10:21:33 GMT -8
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Cathaoir Ordo
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Aug 1, 2014 17:28:25 GMT -8
A fiery ball-like object powered through the planet's atmosphere before finally breaking free and entering the vast emptiness of space. Here, gravity faintly existed, and what gravity did exist, held the Mandalorian Clan Ordo's planetary defense forces in constant orbit. Cathaoir Ordo, the Clan Ordo's Aliit'alor piloted the lone Firespray-31 Class Patrol and Attack craft that had sprung from the planet's surface in a vivid display and burning colors that even an artists had trouble mimicking in their own constellations.
The man, Cathaoir, was on a mission of the personal sort at the moment. A mission that had him heading toward the center of all Mandalorian affairs. A planet with as much history as the very name of his clan and the existence of the Mandalorian people. The planet Mandalore awaited him and once he'd cleared Orbit, the craft jumped into hyperspace.
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Cayne
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Post by Cayne on Mar 9, 2015 17:26:56 GMT -8
The ship burst into system at the edges of the Ordo system and turned in a long, lazy arc to orients itself on a flight vector heading towards the planet. The mottled brown and yellow orb drifted lazily in the harsh glare of its star, also known as Ordo. A harsh looking place to visit the crew of the Balac, what the Ordo sensors would now be identifying as a Beta-Class ETR-3 Escort Transport. There wasn't much in the way of traffic but the ship seemed content to take its time as it lined up with a few batter bulk freighters waiting for landing coordinates, its obviously martial aspects at odd with the two lumbering giants either side of it.
Mereel stretched languid in the co-pilots seat as Teyr brought the craft onto an approach vector consistent with planet fall. With his helmet balanced on his right foot he peered out at the planet they were approaching with narrowed green eyes. His grey and green armour wrapped around him like a second skin, so often worn that he no longer felt encumbered by its presence. The bridge crew consisted only of him and Teyr the pilot at the moment, the commander having stepped back into the hold for a moment. His tone was bored as he spoke into the comlink, is negligent posture mirrored by his spoken drawl.
Ordo flight control. This is the shuttle Balac out of Concord Dawn requesting landing clearance.
He closed the channel and awaited a response as Teyr brought them onto an approach vector between two lumbering barges.
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Sidara Vercopa
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Post by Sidara Vercopa on Mar 9, 2015 17:32:24 GMT -8
Sidara took a drag of her cigarette and closed her eyes as she let the smoke escape from her lips. She was very tired and aggravated, but that was normal for her. She didn't quite feel herself if she wasn't. The only thing she was missing was her Manaan whiskey, having given that up after her supply ran short and Corr insisted she stop drinking so much. She stood up and stubbed the cigarette out on the floor and waited for the door to open to the bridge.
Sid stepped through and looked around.
"Mereel, status report please? When will we land? I'm ready to be off this rust bucket and on solid land. Please tell me it will be soon. I'm tired and almost out of cigarettes.
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Post by Cayne on Mar 9, 2015 17:52:00 GMT -8
The wily Mandalorian veteran and the good grace to look abashed at his insolent pose and flicked his foot to cause his helmet to flip up in the air. He caught it as he leaned forward to assume a more disciplined posture, eyes scanning the readings as Teyr suppressed a smile.
"Yessir. Checking now sir..."
He made a show of scrambling to get the information she needed, hands flapping and head twisting this way and that in mock effort to get her information that she would find pleasing.
"We are in a line waiting for Ordo control to give us clearance. Behind one wallowing tub and in front of another. Judging in terms of various galactic factors I can safely say that..."
He swung his seat around to face her, a look of earnest vapidity on his face.
"We will make planetfall before that star goes nova."
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Sidara Vercopa
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Post by Sidara Vercopa on Mar 9, 2015 17:57:32 GMT -8
Sidara frowned at Mereel. "So you really don't have any information for me then? That's outstanding. Remind me why you are on this ship exactly? Because I can't for the LIFE of me understand why you can't give me an answer. "
Sidara patted her cargo pants frantically searching for her cigarettes. She found the pack and pulled one out and put it between her lips. She flicked her lighter and lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. She could feel her nerves calm and she looked at Mereel again.
"Listen.... just get us on the ground as quickly as you can. And the next time I ask you a question don't give me some bull answer, ok?"
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Post by Cayne on Mar 9, 2015 18:15:49 GMT -8
He smirked insolently in the face of her anger, nodding his head a few times as if pondering her words. Finally he turned his chair back around to face front, the smirk disappearing into a concerned frown once his back was to her. Despite her bravado it was obvious to him that she still mourned Corr, a pain so deep it tore her up from the inside. One of the few who had made it off of Yavin IV Mereel knew something dark and tragic had gone on there, something that had broken her deep down. It was more than the loss of her husband. She had lost a part for herself there too. His jovial attempt at humour of late had done nothing to alleviate her suffering, his self imposed quest to do Corr's will and see her right failing on all fronts but one.
"Yes ma'am."
He glared at the comm unit, willing Ordo flight control to reply so he could give some news to his discontent commander and allow them to proceed to the planet. Kad forbid she should run out of cigarettes. They may not survive such an eventuality.
"Ne tion'jor kaysh slanar batnor meh kaych mirshepar?"
The pilot muttered as he casually corrected their course slightly, adding a shrug to his words. The guttural voice that was Teyr's suspect form of communication was not easy to understand to even those who knew him. To one whos primary language wasn't Mando'a he was likely incomprehensible.
"Ne'johaa!"
Mereel snarled back, keeping his eyes fixed on the garbage disposal button and hoping she didn't catch the exchange.
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Post by Cathaoir Ordo on Mar 10, 2015 7:38:43 GMT -8
Today had been a rather industrious day, more ships coming in and out of the system than was typical and only just now had the orbital traffic died down, two common bulk freighters and a newly arrived Beta-Class ETR-3 Escort Transport that had fallen in line with them. The brown-orange orb that served as Ordo, the home of the clan that shared its name sat lonely like in the otherwise emptiness of this sector. It was not a pretty planet, much of it covered in harsh desert sands aside from forest that grew around the equatorial regions, giving it the appearance of having faint green belt around it's center mass. Not much outside of a Citadel was inhabited on the planet, but not much was needed in the way sustaining a Mandalorian way of life.
Patrolling its orbit was a rag tag fleet of ships, mostly of older variants, though modified for a more modern age, all with allegiance to the clan that primarily roamed these parts and it's aliit. Among them was a Kandosii-Type Dreadnaught, a relic from the past, but for now served as the flagship here. Numerous vode worked the mechanical in and outs of the ship, it's captain even being this ship's lead technical engineer. The transmission came through from the Vhett run ship just prior to clearances being given to the two bulk freighters in front of it. ::Balac, this is control. Hold short a moment:: After having opened the comlink and giving the command, the vessel's commander, a stout veteran clad in green, gray and black Beskar'gam, closed it.
Clearances were given to the two freighters shortly after and the two ships proceeded to the Citadel below. Soon after, a scruffy voice, having been long made harsh by an addiction to his cigars, reappeared over the comlink to the Beta-Class ETR-3 Escort Transport. ::Balac, this is control, clearance granted. Proceed to the Citadel on pre-approved flight path.:: The flight path was transmitted to the shuttle, showing an approach to the Citadel hangar from the south.
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Cayne
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Post by Cayne on Mar 10, 2015 14:57:14 GMT -8
The sharp retort from Mereel was followed soon after by the voice of Ordo flight control asking them to hold position for a moment. Mereel winced inwardly as he imagined the frown of annoyance flickering across Sidara's face. Mercifully the wait wasn't too long before a different voice came back giving them permission to descend. He watched as the coordinates scrolled across his screen and nodded his head slightly to Teyr.
His hands flew over the co-pilots controls as the pilot brought them onto their approach vector, hitting the comm to open the channel as he did so.
Roger control. Put the Tihaar on ice for us
Closing the channel he swung the seat around to face Sidara, his face set in a satisfied expression.
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Post by Sidara Vercopa on Mar 10, 2015 15:53:00 GMT -8
Sidara noticed his smug look and it just elevated her irritation. He was a remnant of Corr. She barely tolerated his snark, but at the moment she didn't have a choice since he was in control of landing them. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Yeah yeah... it's about time, Mereel. I need a drink, and my quarters. I have had enough socialization for a lifetime.
Sidara put out her cigarette and instantly craved another. She resisted, knowing she had a limited supply until they landed. She looked down at her hand and spun the ring in her finger. She remembered the day he gave it to her. Sadness set in, and she frowned a little. Enough of that. She would worry about him later. Everything was so complicated now. She just didn't have the energy.
Thank you Mereel. Let's land this rust bucket.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2017 14:40:00 GMT -8
The Sword of Damocles came rocketing forth from the surface, breaking free of the atmosphere as fast as Damocles dare push the engines. But once into the void of space, the craft was able to push even faster speeds. As soon as the vessel was clear of the planets gravity well and local traffic lanes, it disappeared into hyperspace, heading towards its destination
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2017 9:11:09 GMT -8
Damocles watched as the ship reverted back to real space, and Ordo came into view. As he sat there, it was like seeing the planet for the first time all over again. As the feeling passed, he opened a comm line to Ordo's orbital control and hailed them on the usual frequencies. After putting in a request to land at the Ordo Citadel, Orbital Control sent back a trajectory for him to follow. The upside to being an Ordo Clansman meant that he didn't have to bother too much with waiting for the usual checks. With the clearance granted, Damocles angled The Sword down to the surface
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2018 10:00:40 GMT -8
Exiting hyperspace above the world of Ordo, the Seeker of Justice, a matte grey Marauder-Class Corvette, glided into orbit. No weapons were powered up and the ship itself presented no real threat. On the bridge, Vallius stood, alongside his Stormtrooper Sergeant and the holographic image of the ship's A.I fragment.
"So, how dire is the situation, Sergeant?" asked Vallius plainly.
The grizzled and scarred face of Sergeant John Marek frowned.
"We're down to quarter rations and restricted fresh water usage to cooking and drinking only. Medbay reports their supplies are at near critical levels and I've got two more men down from dehydration."
Sighing, the Zabrak replied.
"Reduce us down to critical posts only. All non-essential stations are relieved for the time being. And suspend all extra-curricular activities until we've secured fresh supplies."
Turning to the holographic avatar of the A.I present, Vallius spoke once more.
"Rampant. Sit-rep."
The A.I replied in kind.
"We have arrived over Ordo. Mandalorian planet. Beyond that, I have no relevant information. Seventy percent of my non-essential subroutines have been powered down to conserve power."
Sighing again, Vallius turned back to Marek.
"Can we muster a team for a landing party?"
Marek nodded.
"Yessir. The shuttle is fully fueled and ready to fly...what of a recon pass first, sir?" the Sergeant asked, sounding slightly worried.
Vallius shook his head.
"Supplies are at near-critical levels. Expending resources we don't have for a recon mission is not something I want to do. Besides, I'm planning on accompanying you to the surface. Rampant, have the alert fighters ready to launch should we run into trouble and be ready to jump the ship out of here, if it comes to that."
Motioning to the Sergeant to lead the way to the hangar, Vallius fell into step behind the Stormtrooper as they made their way to the shuttle, hopefully to embark on a supply mission to Ordo's surface.
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Post by Kaalin Karr on Jul 15, 2018 10:14:26 GMT -8
Three Mandalorian ships exited hyperspace in similar fashion, now drifting towards the planet's orbit. A Jehavey'ir-type assault ship led the trio, with two Crusader-Class Corvettes flanking its either side. The unidentified corvette had been spotted near the planet, the newly arrived ships began closing the distance between them. Captain Vifo of the Jehavey'ir-type assault ship began a broadcast towards the other ship, hoping to get some answers out of it's bridge staff.
"This is Captain Vifo of the Mandalorian Clan Karr. You have entered a restricted area, state your intentions at once. This is your one and only warning."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2018 10:29:31 GMT -8
Upon reaching the hangar bay, Rampant Savage, the ship's A.I fragment, called out to Vallius and Sergeant Marek before the reached the shuttle.
Forgive the intrusion, sire, but we are being hailed by a Mandalorian vessel appearing to be operating under Clan Karr.
Frowing, the Zabrak turned to Marek and nodded. Marek nodded in return and took off to ready the troops, just in case. Vallius, however, turned on his heel and strode back to the bridge, cloak billowing out behind him as he moved. Upon reaching the bridge, he heard the message come through the bridge speakers. Nodding to the comms officer, who opened a channel to communicate back, Vallius spoke.
Captain Vifo, this is Vallius Savage of the Justice. We are dangerously low on supplies and are seeking aid. Perhaps you would be able to assist in the matter? We've been wandering out here for quite some time, and are not familiar with current holdings.
While Vallius disliked informing unknowns that he was vulnerable, he really had no choice at this point. With their supplies near critical, they could either request aid or push an attack that was surely to fail. Requesting aid, at least for the time being, seemed to be both the smarter and safer option. So he was going to attempt that first.
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Post by Kaalin Karr on Jul 15, 2018 11:01:43 GMT -8
Captain Vifo sat still at the head of the bridge, his hands now crossed out in front of him. He looked towards his bridge staff, hoping to spark a discussion among them.
"We have supplies for the next month correct?" The officers nodded in unison, their attention now fully on their commanding officer. The Captain began to pace around the communications console, only to come to a decision quite quickly.
"Begin loading our transports with supplies for at least seven cycles." He looked towards his warfare officer, displaying a level of concern on his clean shaven face. "Let's hope we won't need our weapon systems, but if we do; I want us up and ready." The warfare officer nodded, and began complying his CO's request. Only 25% of the ships weapon systems had been primed, merely as a precaution.
The Captain now turned back towards the communication console, ready to deliver his message to the lone corvette Justice.
"Vallius Savage...We have acknowledged your request for aid. We only request that once your ship has been loaded by my transports, that you leave Mandalorian space as soon as you can. Should you decided to attack any of our personnel, your vessel will be terminated. Do I make myself clear?"
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Jul 15, 2018 19:55:58 GMT -8
Zordo the Hutt's Crescent-Class Transport, 'Chika Youngee', exited hyperspace above the Mandalorian world of Ordo. At the helm, the pilots hailed the planet below.
Attention Ordo Traffic Control, we have his eminence, Zordo the Hutt on board, seeking an audience with the Aliit'or of Clan Ordo. Requesting permission to land.
As the message was sent, Zordo, seated on his hover throne, spoke in Huttese to his Mandalorian Lieutenant.
"Relax, Kargesh. Despite your...history...no one in the Mandalorian Assembly will raise a weapon against you. You are my Lieutenant. And employed by my Cartel. Committing an act of violence against you is declaring war against the Cartel...something the Mandalorians cannot afford right now. We are here to open legitimate trades with Clan Ordo, nothing more. You worry too much."
Standing at Zordo's side, Kargesh merely shrugged and grunted in response. He may have been on edge, and obviously he had spent more than enough time in Zordo's company for the Hutt to pick up on such a thing, but he wasn't overly worried about causing issues. Whatever issues his people had with him was between him and them. It was the repercussions that could possibly affect Zordo's Cartel, that concerned him. However, his employer seemed to get the impression things were going to go smoothly. And given the fact that they were following through with a legitimate business deal, he was inclined to believe the Hutt, but his gut instinct told him otherwise.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Jul 16, 2018 15:16:26 GMT -8
*Orbital control had tagged the 'Chika Youngee' shortly after it dropped out of hyperspace. Nearby defense systems kept watchful eyes on the new arrival.* Chika Youngee, this is orbital control. Please maintain current position as we forward you're request. *The request was then sent to the office of the Aliit'alor. Moments later a return message was received by orbital control.* *Orbital control to Chika Youngee, you're request has been approved. Docking has been reserved landing pad zero three. Safe piloting, captain.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Jul 16, 2018 16:52:02 GMT -8
Upon receiving clearance, the 'Chika Youngee' began its descent to the planet's surface. Despite Clan Ordo's reputation, the greeting they had received was much friendlier the expected. The Crescent-Class Transport continued on it's way.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 22:30:52 GMT -8
Emerging from hyperspace, a lone Kom'rk-class fighter adjusts course to begin approaching Ordo's orbit, slowing to ahead one third to provide any orbital defense ships, satellites or long range sensors with ample time to make note of their arrival and approach, and to identify their transponder positively identifies the vessel as belonging to the Clan Bralor.
Torin Bralor, piloting the fighter, nods to his co-pilot, Molan, to indicate he should contact Ordo's orbital traffic controllers, starts a chronometer on his buy'ce's HUD so that he can make a note of how long the response time of any orbital defenses to their arrival will be.
Ordo traffic control, Molan says in Mando'a after opening a comm channel to the planet's traffic control, keeping an eye on the fighter's sensor readings as he scans the immediate vicinity for any ships or defense platforms, this is the Onora, out of Norg Bral on Manda'yaim. We have Torin Bralor aboard, and he requests permission to meet with the Aliit'alor of Clan Ordo, over.
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