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Post by Zeb Nkik on Apr 29, 2017 18:04:53 GMT -8
**Zeb rounds the corner in his half naked waddling as he tries to escape the commotion. Suddenly! The alarms start blaring and he curses in Jawaese knowing he’d been discovered. Running faster, Zeb was watching behind himself and ran straight into a human male. The human seemed to trip over him but the collision sent Zeb rolling and sprawling all over the floor. Spaceship parts went flying for a second time. Zeb sighed audibly and picked up the nearest piece as he quickly sprang to his feet. He then looked around and saw the man fiercely looking at him with a raised pistol. Zeb threw his hands in the air and dropped the power cuppling for a third time.**
“Utinni!”
**He remarked as he resided to his fate. After a moment though, the man turned and quickly ran once more down the corridor. Zeb was confused, but no matter, now was not the time for questions. He pulled up his robes again and half nakedly picked up all the pieces and began waddling down the hall. He turned a corridor and could tell there was some shouting and fighting very near. Zeb stopped and looked around. Selecting a new path back to his ship he opted to avoid any of the hostility. Just one corridor left! He thought as he turned the last mazed corridor and ran straight into a Mon Calimari.**
“UTINNI!”
**Zeb screamed in dstress as the entire contents in his robe scattered across the floor for a third time now. He sighed and rubbed his head, where he had hit something hard. He heard the Mon Calimari speak and he knew instantly who it was…**
“Je? Noah u! Why are u unko! U always do dumb stuff um mee end tonka getting noleeya trouble! “
**Zeb got up and scrambled to collect the pieces he had salvaged. He lifted his robe up once more and then with all pieces in his robes, stopped and looked at the Mon Cal with a disconcerted look.**
“Wait. Do Z-10, did u come unko noleeya do Z-10?”
**Zeb remarked as he started waddling off to his ship half knowing but not wanting to hear or wait for the answer.**
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Makhai Winters
Kumauri Industries
Death, like life is a journey...
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Post by Makhai Winters on Jul 12, 2017 17:05:25 GMT -8
**Makhai ran and jumped up to snatch the vial in its high arc. However as he leapt, the vial disappeared as it was pulled quickly with the force toward Ty and in its place a Grenade now appeared below him. A sinking feeling hit his being as he was heading right towards it. Makhai threw his body into a backwards roll, kicking off the wall as he tried to get away from the grenade. Makhai then brought his arms together and used all of his strength to force push off the opposite wall to try and get away from the grenade, but it erupted in unison and accelerated Makhai’s momentum, causing him to slam into a metal bulkhead with a sickening thud. Makhai’s whole body went lax, and he fought consciousness as his vision narrowed into blackness and he lost consciousness. Blood trickled from his ears and nose as well as several other puncture spots on his body from the explosive force of the grenade.**
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Post by Allu Ackbar on Nov 18, 2017 17:23:07 GMT -8
*Allu stares at the Jawa, of all the beings to run into. Why did it have to be him. He curses audibly, everytime he ran into Zeb nothing good came of it. He shakes his head, watching the being gather up his scavenged items. He almost stopped dead, but he had to keep moving as he didn't know if he was still being chased.*
I did.... why...? What did you do....
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Tyrana Letta-Horica
Kumauri Industries
I'd kill you for a cookie
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Dec 15, 2017 17:35:59 GMT -8
Ty stood up and brushed off her clothing, she looked down at the vial that had barely been secured in her fingers. Heaving another heavy sigh, Ty turned and started to skip in the direction that she saw Makhai running, her silver eyes glowing with anger of the situation that he had put her in. Phantom was going to be extremely angry that she had not been discreet in this place, and Ty's face screwed up with the disgust at what creative punishments he would come up with to make her pay for this inconvenience.
Makhai, we need to go back. Now.
Her voice was soft in his mind, but the tone was clear. Ty was not happy.
I have your damned vial. Let's go.
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Orrick Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
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Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Jul 14, 2018 20:16:44 GMT -8
Setting his ship down in the appropriate bay, Orrick disembarked his ship, motioning for the service crews present to refuel it.
Citadel Station. An ancient labyrinth of modules connected together. Despite the age of the station, upgrades had been applied and new levels had been built upon the old. With plenty of forms of entertainment, along with business offices and living quarters, Citadel Station was still a remarkable hub of activity, millenia after its construction.
As Orrick walked out of the bay, he ensured his weapons were secured to his person and that everything else was in order. He knew his brother wouldn't be far off, so once he reached the tram station that would take him further into the station, he waited, glancing at the holographic notice board in the waiting area. Most of the bounties on the board were small time. And nothing that interested him. At least not at this point. He had a task to complete, and that came first and foremost.
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Henoc Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
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Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Henoc Awaud on Jul 16, 2018 15:18:07 GMT -8
Once his ship landed, Henoc began to follow his brother. He motioned towards some maintenance droids to refuel his ship, as he made his way out of the hanger bay. Henoc passed by what appeared to be the local bounty board, stopping for brief moment to check what they had, nothing really stood out except for one. The bounty was on one smuggling captain by the name of Dalton, and it was worth more than all of the others combined. Henoc quickly passed the bounty info onto his Trandoshan friend he had made while working a job with Orrick a while back, he knew that the lizard would want to hunt this target for sure. After he was finish passing along the infor Henoc moved quickly to catch up to his brother.
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Orrick Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
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Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Jul 16, 2018 15:36:17 GMT -8
Noticing his brother pausing at the bounty board, he summoned the tram. Once it arrived, he motioned for his brother to follow him. Finding a seat, he opened a private channel with his brother.
Got a guy willing to sell a sizable plot of land to us for a reasonable price. Ithorian by the name of Fozzy. Wears a voice modulator. Should be somewhere in the entertainment district.
Leaning back in his seat, he folded his arms across his chest, appearing as though he was minding his own business.
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Henoc Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
Posts: 52
Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Henoc Awaud on Jul 16, 2018 16:14:42 GMT -8
Sitting across from Orrick, Henoc sat with his arms crossed and head tilted forward all the while leaning back to give the appearance of someone minding their own business/falling asleep. He listened to what Orrick had said in the private channel about the Ithorian named Fozzy. Henoc cared little for the Itorians as he viewed them as weeklys, but he did have to deal with from time to time.
Understood brother, If it's all the same to you I'll let you do the talking.
Henoc knew on some small level that Orrick was most likely going to do all the talking anyways, he just wanted to voice his opinion. He let a small grin appear on his scarred face as he thought on recruitment for the clan, Henoc was most definitely looking forward to it.
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Orrick Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
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Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Jul 16, 2018 16:29:32 GMT -8
As the tram slowed and came to to a stop at the Entertainment District, Orrick replied to his brother.
Good. I brought you along just as insurance. Fozzy's a bit jumpy, even for an Ithorian. No guarantees that he won't have some sort of protection with him. Stay frosty and we'll pull this off with no incident.
Rising up as the patrons of the tram disembarked, Orrick mingled into the crowd as he made his way to the cantina, where his contact was supposed to be, waiting for him.
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Orrick Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
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Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Aug 13, 2018 13:09:06 GMT -8
Citadel Station - Entertainment District. Dawner's Cantina.
Standing before the Ithorian, Orrick listened to him speak.
"As I understand it, Orrick, Clan Awaud is looking to relocate, correct?"
The Ithorian fidgeted nervously. They had been over this already. Rolling his eyes beneath his helmet, Orrick replied.
Yes, Fozzy. We've been over this. You have a sizable plot of fertile farmland for sale. We are interested in purchasing it from you.
Orrick watched the Ithorian as he continued to fidget and look about nervously.
"Yes, yes. You find the price agreeable, yes?"
Of course, otherwise we wouldn't be speaking right now. Do you have the title for this land?
The Ithorian's eyes widened a bit at Orrick's statement, however, the Ithorian motioned to one of his compatriots to retrieve a datapad containing the land title.
"You have payment, yes?"
Reaching around to the compartment of his belt behind his back, he pulled a small cloth sack out. Looking to Fozzy's bodyguard holding the datapad, he nodded, then tossed the pouch towards him. In turn, the Rodian tossed the datapad to him.
Full payment, as promised. And as long as this land is as viable as you have advertised, you won't see us again. Try to pull a fast one on us, and we will be back, Fozzy. You can guarantee that.
Smirking beneath his helmet, Orrick motioned for his brother to leave. As Orrick turned to leave, he called out to the nervously trembling Ithorian.
A pleasure doing business with you.
And with that, Orrick left the cantina alongside his brother, datapad to their newly acquired plot of land in hand.
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Orrick Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
Posts: 140
Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Aug 14, 2018 23:46:00 GMT -8
Having taken the tram back to the docking bays, Orrick turned to his brother, who had been following him silently.
It's time to start building a home for our people, brother. Let's get down to the surface and get started. Our ancestors made Vlemeth Port prosperous. It is up to us to do the same here.
Nodding to his brother, Orrick made his way to his ship. Climbing aboard, he settled into the pilot's seat. Powering up the vessel, he expertly piloted the craft out of the hangar and accelerated to the planet, once clear of the station. It was time to start building a home for his people...
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Henoc Awaud
The Mandalorian Assembly
Posts: 52
Affiliation: Clan Awaud
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Post by Henoc Awaud on Aug 30, 2018 23:59:14 GMT -8
Henoc was glad that the dealings with the Ithorian as it meant that they could began settling their people planet side. Henoc climb into his ship and took the pilot's seat and powered up the ship followed his brother out of the hanger and towards the new home for Clan Awaud.
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Azrea Thrune
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Azrea Thrune on Aug 26, 2020 15:32:55 GMT -8
When the Emperor's Hand and the Ashes of Endor, the two Surtidor-class cruisers under Azrea Thrune's command docked at the Citadel Station, backed up by the Imperial Star Destroyer Manticore and its escort ships, dozens of Diarchy Stormtroopers flooded its corridors, as they intended to conquer the massive station complex above the planet of Telos IV. They came in thousands - two entire Legions dedicated to the task to conquer and kill, if necessary. The 102nd and 104rth Legion was already prepared for tasks like these, even if they had no actual vehicles at their disposal, which would support them within the initial assault.
Although resistance was present aboard the station, Thrune recieved several transmissions from the higher ranked generals that they obtained controll over several hangar sections and defense turret grids. The initial attempts of the Telosian orbital command to fire at the Imperial ships would soon stop, as the army spreaded out, corridors after corridors being secured by constantly splitting main force of men.
Among the white troopers with red markings of the Diarchy, solely Azrea in her usual Royal Guard uniform alongside the completely red coloured elite forces, known as Death Corps , stood out from the mass. Blaster shot after blaster shot was fired as her loyal hounds shot down any potential threat for their Commander, making no difference between guards and civilians aboard the station. Those who were lucky and quickly dropped their weapons were rounded up by some of the troopers, leaving their fate at the mercy of their captains. Given their training though, Azrea knew that the Diarchy would leave Citadel Station in human hands, for little would remain of any non-human prisoners.
In the end they served the Empire. The true Empire.
Azrea would eventually reach the heart of the station, where she presumed the last resistance of the gouvernment's hounds to rest: The Residential modules, which housed the engines of the station alongside the lifesupport systems. Although the Diarchy was prepared for a battle over the station's controll, they had to bring the vital parts of the station under their controll. The Commander would ensure that this mission would be fullfilled.
Slowly she readied her force pike, while giving her commandos the order to prepare everything in order to storm the hostile headquarters. It was time to bring down another obstacle between the Diarchy's current position and the restoration of the Empire.
Another station, another planet... one would add to another and slowly bring back the Galactic Empire of which her former mistress had told her.
The utopia she solely knew from stories of old.
The fall of Telos IV would bring her another step closer to finally witness those days of glory once more.
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Azrea Thrune
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Azrea Thrune on Sept 21, 2020 7:50:49 GMT -8
Time would pass as the Diarchy Stormtroopers among Thrune's finest soldiers were cleansing the central complex from any resistance. Laser shots hit the walls on both sides, as the defenders' casualties rose brutally. More a slaughter than an actual battle.
When the first smoke grenades were thrown by Azrea's forces, the battle entered its climax, as the Imperials breached the inner complex, the Royal Guard alongside her followers being already equipped with heat vision. One precise shot after another, Azrea entered the complex like a cloaked shadow, giving her opponents barely any chance to even hit her.
Within minutes she stood before the command center of the station, the cubic layout of the entire station being shown on a holo map. From there on it was only a matter of time until the Diarchy had full controll over the station. Looking at the civilian bodies laying around, dead as they were, the Royal Guard noticed satisfied that her lessons had paid off within her legions. Hostages would solely slow down the actual task and they had no use for them anyways...
Given from what she had recieved earlier within communication between her and the High Moff, she decided that this was a good moment to contact Torkan regarding this success."Thrune, report when the whole station is firmly under our control. Execute all dissidents, seize all valuable assets and intel"Said the High Moff, keying the comm on his command chair, then he turned around, looking at the holographic displays.
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Azrea Thrune
The Sith Eternal
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Post by Azrea Thrune on Oct 10, 2020 0:56:28 GMT -8
Azrea was already about to leave the station, when one of the Stormtrooper captains informed her quickly about the situation in space. Several Mandalorian ships sighted from the distance, approaching Telos IV. The Diarchy's main fleet so far seemed to be aware of the situation and for the moment there was no doubt that they could handle the situation. Nontheless the Royal Guard was aware that this changed the current situation immensely when it came to their invasion plans.
"Abort plans and tell the 102nd to remain", she swiftly commanded the surrounding troopers, "Defend the hangar bays, man the turrets and prepare the garrison for a siege. This station will remain in imperial hands, for these Mandalorians should better remember who their former overlords are. Otherwise we will remind Mandalore whoever-the-fuck of who initially brought the purge towards their homeplanet in order to keep their rebells in check..."
The troopers merely saluted, while orders were given out quickly. Unlike the troops of the First Order the Diarchy Legions under her command would do their best to do their job as quickly as they can, for there was always space for replacing the weak ranks - this was, what Azrea Thrune knew from routine already, for their was no mercy for weaknesses. Either her men would hold the station up to the last soldier or perish gloriously with the thousands of enemies they would slay.
"Contact the Manticore and supporting ships to support the fleet, all TIE wings ready to launch if necessary", she further told one saluting officer on her way"And tell one of the pilots to deliver me a TIE Dagger. If it comes to space combat I'll handle this personally."
Leaving the fellow Imperial with her last commands behind, the red cloak of the Royal Guard floated behind her, as she marched towards the hangar bay, where she would expect the starfighter to be delivered. To some portion Azrea looked forward the next battle.
Finally worthy opponents!
Finally the chance to crush another opposition which stands in their way towards the restoration of the Galactic Empire under the one true Emperor.
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