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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 17:18:20 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2016 7:42:50 GMT -8
A YT-2400 light freighter, the Geheim Masjien, drops out of hyperspace, and her pilot, a tall Epicanthix with dyed blonde hair and who has had his epicanthic folds surgically removed to conceal his heritage, scowls unhappily at the purple, pink, and yellow orb growing larger and larger outside the forward viewport as he slows the light freighter's speed. Zeltros is a more expensive destination than he had in mind when agreeing to his crew's request for a bit of down-time between their last job and the next, whatever that next job might prove to be. Fumnanya, however, supposes that, with their last job having been both financially rewarding as well as physically demanding, the crew deserves to treat themselves to whatever it is they all think they can find on Zeltros even if he himself will looking for as inexpensive and quiet a place as can be found on the luxury world since he has debts to pay that demand most of his share of the proceeds from their last job.
After receiving clearance to land in the capital city of Zeltros' spaceport, Fumnanya adjusts the light freighter's course to bring it onto its assigned flight path and begins the journey from orbit down to the nearly eternal planet-wide hedonistic celebration awaiting them on the planet's surface.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2016 21:01:56 GMT -8
On the bridge of her Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer, the Migisi, Major General Sosi Zakaryan of the Zeltros Planetary Defense Force looks up briefly from her datapad to watch a trio of XJ7 X-wings returning from patrol approaching the SD. Returning her attention to the datapad as the starfighters disappear when entering the hangar, Sosi scans through the relatively dull reports from the other ships of the Planetary Defense Force, knowing that if anything truly worthy of her attention had transpired that she would have heard of it already.
Once she has completed her initial quick, cursory scans of the reports, her suspicions regarding their lackluster accounts of patrols every bit as routine and uneventful as her own reports have been of late, Sosi motions her XO over with a surreptitiously flirtatious wink, and tells her that she has the bridge. Tapping her datapad against her thigh and looking over her shoulder to give her XO a sultry glance, Sosi makes her way from the bridge to head for her personal quarters so that she can catch up on her own routine paperwork before turning in for the evening.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 21:53:36 GMT -8
Thirty years ago . . .
Master Berengar Abbaticchio, Jedi Investigator, has hunted the Sith who deftly dodges the laser fire he sends streaming forth from his XJ7's cannons with a skillful, well-timed, sharp diving turn that is executed so artfully that he would not be able to react in time to follow were it not for the Force's gentle guidance, which, by being open to Its voice within him at all times inasmuch as he is able to keep his focus and inner quiet, Berengar hears and heeds at times before consciously aware of the fact he is responding to the Force rather than to what he sees.
The Sith's Umbaran starfighter rolls, and Berengar gives chase, trying to get a lock on his opponent's ship so that he can fire a proton torpedo, but his quarry eludes him time and time again as their ships dance a deadly dance that will, the Jedi native of Coruscant believes with the fervor of the righteous, end when he, with the Force as his ally, triumphs over the Sith as good must always triumph over evil.
Berengar, so sure of his victory and of the justness of his cause, is utterly baffled when, with an artful maneuver that he is unable to match, the Sith eludes his relentless pursuit and he momentarily loses sight of her starfighter. His eyes flick down to his instrument panel, spotting the dot representing his quarry, and the Jedi banks his fighter into a turn that will bring him back onto the Sith's tail even though he knows that it is too late to hope that he can end the chase begun three years ago on another world here among the stars; for the Sith has set a course for the planet's surface, and Berengar can see that he will not be able to stop her. Not up here. When they reach the surface, the Jedi tells himself as he takes a deep, calming breath and coaxes a bit more speed from his XJ7's engines so that his quarry does not get so far ahead that he loses her entirely, he will run her to ground and bring her to justice after she has eluded it for so long.
Neither starfighter, nor their pilots, will ever leave Zeltros, for their fates will find them both upon the planet's surface . . .
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2016 17:59:17 GMT -8
Leaning back in her seat after wrapping up her request for permission to make for Zeltros' surface, Dikeledi tells Fumnanya,"We should keep Nko confined to quarters, and have Sango stay behind with him too after last time. Last thing we need is a repeat performance, and it'd be best to . . ."
"Avoid putting him in temptation's way, Fumnanya finishes for his co-pilot and first officer with a weary sigh, acknowledging that she is more likely than not right where their crew mate's lack of self control is concerned, Especially on a world known for serving up temptation to one and all, right? Unbuckling his harnesses, Fumnanya says, Take us down when we get clearance, I'll give Sango and Nkosana the good news."
After clearance has been granted for the Geheim Masjien to continue on for the planet's surface, Dikeledi adjusts the YT-2400's heading and speed, beginning their trip from orbit to the surface where they will be meeting with the King and Queen to deliver what they had been hired to collect for the King.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jun 6, 2018 13:15:39 GMT -8
There was a flicker as a Lictor-class ship appeared in orbit. A few moments later, a second one appeared. Before a full minute had passed, sixteen of the massive ships were resting in orbit. Marcos had decided that it was time for the Novatroopers to establish a base of their own, one technically outside the First Order. One where they could provide for their own upkeep & resources, while still being close enough to help the First Order that they still owed loyalties to.
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Post by Tasot on Jul 19, 2018 4:29:51 GMT -8
Above Zeltros, a Chiss Assault Cruiser and two Chiss Combat Cruisers exited out of hyperspace above Zeltros. 2 squadrons of clawcraft were deployed in a fighter screen around the ships. They noticed 16 Lictor-Class Cruisers in orbit. They were useful ships, but far from the effectiveness in combat offered by the Chiss vessels. They had come to reinforce the soldiers on Zeltros. The leader of this small task force, Commandant Viz'ezaith'nuruodo, had been dispatched here to reinforce the First Order presence on the world. Apparently the native population was bringing trouble to the First Order’s soldiers. The comms officer got on with the lead ship of the fleet around Zeltros.
Lictor-Class Dungeon Ship Tianlong, this is Chiss Assault Cruiser Spearhead. We are here to reinforce you on Zeltros.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jul 19, 2018 13:19:22 GMT -8
==Zeltros House Party SL==
<<107 PP; O10 Sector, Zeltros>>
The call had been directed at the Tianlong, the ship that had been nearest when the Chiss fleet had arrived. However, it had been quickly rerouted to Nova Command down on the surface of the planet. The woman that answered, wearing the uniform of a Moff at that, looked a touch on the older side. Grey was beginning to creep from her temples & in thin traces through her extremely close cropped hair. The general stockiness of her face meant that if the top of her somewhat impressive bust had not been caught in the edge of the transmission (along with a very faint trace of green eye shadow), she likely would have been mistaken for a man. Her general expression made it perfectly clear that either she had just finished an unpleasant task, or the sight on the other end of the comm displeased her.
-Brega
Dear ..... Sir. You will find that the Nova Legion does not require the assistance of ... your people. We are perfectly capable of taming a single Xeno world without interference.
Without any further effort to communicate, she cut the connection. However, as it was being relayed through the Tianlong, the line did not go completely dead. Instead it automatically switched back to the bridge connection of that ship. Noticing nearly immediately the audience, the Major in command orders the transmission switched to his command room. The view again switches, this time to a tactical command room set up to direct ground operations. It is currently empty. A moment later he enters the room, which would seem to be right next to the bridge, based on the time passed. The major removes his helmet & sets it on a nearby holotable. When he turns to face the screen, it is to reveal that he is a zabrak, though his horns have been roughly ground nearly to the flesh.
-Marcos
My condolences, Moff Brega used to be more balanced in her views. I'm afraid she no longer views the non-human portions of the galaxy as favorable as she did. I am Major Marcos, in command of the 12th Novatrooper Battalion. Despite her dismissal, we don't actually have an official mandate to be here. As we are a little off the reservation at the moment, you are free to decide how you want to proceed.
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Post by Tasot on Jul 19, 2018 14:49:46 GMT -8
Viz’Eath remained calm, despite the clear bigotry shown by the pathetic Imperial Moff. Although the Supreme Commander, or Emperor now, showed great respect, and even admiration for what their species had accomplished, some of the more conservative minded Imperials did not feel the same. He had heard word that she didn’t have the strength of will required to bring her troopers back in line. This was accentuated by the fact that the Zeltros people had an innate desire to... do things with the Imperial Soldiers. And the human soldiers were giving in to their primitive nature. Something a Chiss would never do. This Novatrooper at least seemed to have an open mind. Clearly there was quite a bit of tension between the actual Nova Corps and the Imperial Moff. The ships took up a defensive position, in a place that they could defend the Tianlong in the event of an attack. They were primarily there to assist the Novatroopers, not this stupid Moff Brega woman. He boarded the single IF-120 Landing Craft that led a number of Chiss Shuttles, escorted by Clawcraft and several Airstraekers. They could do away with thousands of troops in minutes, with their missile launchers and Maser fans. They would clear out a new space on the planet for a forward operations base for the Chiss Occupationary Forces on board.
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Post by Dees on Mar 26, 2019 7:16:31 GMT -8
The Bifrost - a modified Star Courier - entered realspace, its engines flaring as it rocketed toward Station 13. The monitors in front of Theo lit up with approach patterns and traffic highlights. He smiled at the swiftness the ship's sensors worked, especially after the hell it went through to save him only a week before. He submitted his landing request and began a loitering pattern until it was granted.
Turning, he gave Innay a thumbs up.
Go ahead and let your contact know we will be landing in a few minutes.
Wait, we're here already? I figured we would be stuck in hyperspace a little longer than a few minutes.
Theo laughed and began maneuvering the ship around to land.
I was incentivized to get here as quickly as possible. Granted, I may have pushed the ship a little harder than I needed to.
He minimized the alert counter on one of the tertiary screens letting him know the hyperdrive was on a 10-hour cooldown and reset.
Landing, they were met by a droid and a shockingly handsome Zeltron man who seemed to have a perpetual smirk frozen on his face. Innay ran up and kissed him on the cheek, he, in turn, grabbed her hand and kissed the top of it. Theo was impressed if not a little bit jealous. She turned to come back to the ship, and the man quickly smacked her ass, and she let out a yelp and a giggle. Theo was not shocked if not still a little bit jealous.
The item exchange only took a few moments, and the cargo was unloaded, and passengers sent on their way. The man bowed and took his leave and Innay bounded back to Theo.
See, E Z P Z!
He arched an eyebrow and scoffed.
Come on; let's get planet-side.
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Post by Lotus on Jan 6, 2020 8:46:08 GMT -8
The relative calm surrounding Zeltros was disturbed as a Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer dropped out of hyperspace. Even though the Destroyer's make had become a symbol of new Imperial might, this one was far from that. It was stolen. Though if you asked the captain, they would tell you they simply took what was given to them. They stood on the bridge, in their usual daily wear. Their lithe frame would make one assume them to be a female, however, much like how the rejected the authority of the Empire and Knights of Ren, they refused to be tied to such notions of gender. They turned to one of their officers and in a soft and soothing voice ordered a communication sent to the offices of one @lordhedonist. Lotus had been given word that he would be interested in some of the things that they had to sell. It had been a long time sine Lotus had been back to Zeltros. It would hopefully be a prosperous return.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2020 11:20:26 GMT -8
What few warships guarded the interests of the Cult of Revelry orbited Zeltros. It wasn't much, but compared to the local security forces, it was enough to make them think twice before even remotely taking a step forward. The Illusionist, an Imperious-class Star Destroyer, commanded the small flotilla, augmented by two escorts, a pair of Harrower-class Dreadnoughts. They policed the area, as best as could be done, ensuring that traffic managed, communications were monitored, and the will of Azarien was strong and alive. Yet, when the Resurgent-class Battlecruiser dropped out of hyperspace, the Captain of the Illusionist nearly ordered a jump away from Zeltros. Yet, when a communication was detected and no Imperial fighters launched, the crew became... rather curious.
No response came directly from Azarien. The man's schedule tended to fluctuate enough to where such communications could prove hard to gain an answer. After awhile, the transmission was picked up by one of the Silver Prince's Overseers, his lieutenants that enforced his will. Another Zeltros was heard on the other end of the communication.
=Taur, the Proud=
This is Lord Taur. Lord Serano is currently unavailable and occupied. How may I be of service?
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Post by Lotus on Jan 9, 2020 18:44:52 GMT -8
Lotus' eyes nearly rolled out of their head. A toady was what responded to their transmission. Well, whoever this was, they supposed they should play nice lest they lose out on the possibility of a deal being made at all. The former Ren sighed and signaled that they would respond themselves. Speaking in their surprisingly soothing voice (considering what they did for a living), Lotus responded.
Lord... Tower, was it? How you can serve me is to inform your master that I have some 'merchandise' to sell and heard he could pay well for it. Fresh stock from Ryloth. And one more thing... Don't bother me again until your master is ready to talk to me directly. Preferably face to face.
They cut the transmission at that. Lotus hoped they came off just bitchy and tough enough to make a point that they were not to be messed with, while not too much so as to sick the defense fleet on them.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2020 16:52:02 GMT -8
No transmission returned for quite sometime. Unbeknownst to Lotus, the Prophet of Paradise was having a sort of... fit. His magic had worn off, revealing the grotesque rot upon the left side of his face. Such a sudden appearance caused some of the slave girls, he was enjoying, to scream at the sight of him. Azarien ordered his guards in, ending their lives in order to silence the truth behind his flawed beauty. It took a little time, but the magic was once more covering his flaw, allowing Azarien to breath easily.
Eventually, a transmission came to the bridge of the Resurgent. When the image popped up, it was no one but Azarien himself in all his vanity and glory.
So... you are the one who was rude to my subordinate?
The Prophet of Paradise spoke in a cold tone, looking at the female curiously. Yet, he did not wait for an answer.
Ryloth stock you say... Zeltros, though a place of beauty and a paradise, welcomes such prized individuals from the planet of Ryloth. I knew some very rich customers who would love to get their hands on your wares, Lotus.
Azarien's lips curl into a devious grin.
You came to the right place to have your wares be purchased. Head for Zeltros City. An escort will take you to my abode where I would like to inspect some specimens of what you have to sell.
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Post by Lotus on Jan 16, 2020 7:28:53 GMT -8
Lotus had been reclined in the command chair, which was just a comfortable chair that had been moved up to the bridge, drinking Corellian rum when the transmission came through. They tossed the half empty bottle to a subordinate as the invitation was given to show off some of their 'merchandise.' It could be a trap, so they'd only bring a sample of what they considered their mid-upper tier, so that if it was a trap, they wouldn't loose much.
I don't deal through middlemen, their propensity to have their noses so far up one parties arse sickens me. But I'd be happy to meet you with a sample of what I have brought. You can expect my ship within the next couple hours. Anything else for me, Serano?
They specifically left the title of of the man's name, hoping to once more test the bounds of what they would be permitted to get away with.
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Post by Jack Morgan on Jan 16, 2020 17:41:32 GMT -8
Zeltros High Orbit.The Renegade emerged from hyperspace in Zeltros' high orbit. Jack and Xodon both sat in the cockpit of the ship and started to transmit landing codes. The codes where for a similar ship to that of The Renegade, Jack had won the a few supply ship codes from a couple games of Desert Draw. Jack was extremely good at gambling, he picked up the skill from his mentor Morgan Chase and his crew. Jack also transmitted a message to let the Destroyer in Zeltros' orbit that they were friendly and were here for a 'supply run'.This the Captain of The Last Hope, requesting permission to land. We have supplies for the city of Qarth.Once he was done transmitting Jack chuckled to himself at how that alias of being the Captain of a supply ship comes in handy. Then Jack remembered the last time that he used that alias, it was when he was betrayed by a one of his crew members who turned out to be a Sector Ranger who was undercover. Jack and the crew of The Renegade waited to receive the green light to land, while he waited Jack wondered what kind of possible crew members might he find. He of course made sure to have enough credits to buy the freedom of any slave and while he hated slavers, Jack needed one for the job he just accepted.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2020 17:13:54 GMT -8
Lotus had been reclined in the command chair, which was just a comfortable chair that had been moved up to the bridge, drinking Corellian rum when the transmission came through. They tossed the half empty bottle to a subordinate as the invitation was given to show off some of their 'merchandise.' It could be a trap, so they'd only bring a sample of what they considered their mid-upper tier, so that if it was a trap, they wouldn't loose much.I don't deal through middlemen, their propensity to have their noses so far up one parties arse sickens me. But I'd be happy to meet you with a sample of what I have brought. You can expect my ship within the next couple hours. Anything else for me, Serano?They specifically left the title of of the man's name, hoping to once more test the bounds of what they would be permitted to get away with. Zeltros High Orbit.The Renegade emerged from hyperspace in Zeltros' high orbit. Jack and Xodon both sat in the cockpit of the ship and started to transmit landing codes. The codes where for a similar ship to that of The Renegade, Jack had won the a few supply ship codes from a couple games of Desert Draw. Jack was extremely good at gambling, he picked up the skill from his mentor Morgan Chase and his crew. Jack also transmitted a message to let the Destroyer in Zeltros' orbit that they were friendly and were here for a 'supply run'.[/span
This the Captain of The Last Hope, requesting permission to land. We have supplies for the city of Qarth.
Once he was done transmitting Jack chuckled to himself at how that alias of being the Captain of a supply ship comes in handy. Then Jack remembered the last time that he used that alias, it was when he was betrayed by a one of his crew members who turned out to be a Sector Ranger who was undercover. Jack and the crew of The Renegade waited to receive the green light to land, while he waited Jack wondered what kind of possible crew members might he find. He of course made sure to have enough credits to buy the freedom of any slave and while he hated slavers, Jack needed one for the job he just accepted. |
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Post by Lotus on Jan 20, 2020 10:22:38 GMT -8
Lotus laughed to themselves as the man's image disappeared. Man must really love having peoples noses shoved waaaay up their. They turned to one of their own lieutenants. Get a sampling loaded onto the Petal, but not the best we have. In case he double crosses me, or I piss him off too bad, I don't want to feel bad leaving them behind. With an 'aye, boss' they went about following their orders.
Soon the Petal was departing the hanger of the Calamity with twelve slaves, six that would make good fighters and six that could provide... other forms of entertainment. The Courier-class Yacht made it's way to Zeltros City
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Post by Jack Morgan on Jan 26, 2020 13:17:18 GMT -8
Zeltros' High Orbit.
With Permission to land granted, Jack and Xodon piloted The Renegade down towards the planet's surface, straight to the Slaver City of Qarth. Jack had a good feeling that he would found some potential crew members there, he would have to either buy their freedom or help them fight for it. Jack was hoping that Slave Master Dreyar was in a good mood and willing to allow Jack to buy a slave's freedom, Jack really didn't need the attention of a firefight right now, not when he had a job to do.
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Post by Maxin Fel on Oct 14, 2020 17:22:54 GMT -8
A brief flash of light split open the black canvas of space and from it appeared a Corellian corvette. The hull of the luxury cruiser was barely visible against the endless abyss - aside from the distinguishable red stripes that raced down its otherwise pitch black armor. The transponder, however, would make the vessel instantly recognizable as a First Order registered vessel under the ownership of Moff Ronin Fel. The pilots would speak to the control towers and receive the proper clearances to land on this distant, unaligned world where First Order vessels had little business of being.
"Zeltros? First the way you talked about dad at the funeral and now you are going to blow his credits on strippers and pazaak?" Baron snapped through the comm at his brother, who casually dressed himself in his Imperial Military Fatigues, "What in the seven hells, Maxin? You've been acting-
"I need some time to relax, Baron. The Emperor was right at the funeral...I didn't let myself grieve for dad."
"You call going to Zeltros grieving? First you yell and scream about dad being thrown aside by The Empire and then you-"
"I wasn't thinking!" Maxin snapped at Baron to cut him off. Damn him and his big mouth. The idiot was going to get them both vanished talking like that. For someone who was so concerned about his yelling at the temple he didn't mind blabbering his gums over comms. "And the Emperor was right. I'm letting anger cloud everything. I need time away from the constant left-right-left. I need time to think about something other than how to get along without dad."
The call went silent for a moment and Maxin sighed as he sat on the bed to pull on his boots. "Look, I've looked out for you. Looked out for dad. Now I need to do something for myself"
Baron remained silent while his brother pulled the black jackboots on. When Maxin had tied them and looked back at the holocomms his brother answered at last, "just don't do something stupid"
Maxin nodded silently. If only Baron knew what he was here to do. After their father's funeral his will hand been read and it was revealed that all of the late Moff's assets were to be liquidated and the credits put into Maxin's personal account. As per the will Maxin was to place half of the credits into a Banking Clan account for Baron until he was 27...mostly because their father knew that Baron couldn't be trusted to not expend the credits on frivolous adventures.
"I won't, Baron. But I'm about to land, I'll call you back later" Maxin said and hit the disconnect before his brother could respond. Again he sighed and turned his eyes to the open datapad on which the millions of inherited credits sat starring at him. His heart clenched, "I'm sorry, Baron" he whispered to the dead comm-line.
The Muuns were never going to see his brother's half of the inheritance...he only hoped he would be able to make it up to him one day.
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