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Post by Darth Malvus on Aug 8, 2015 13:04:42 GMT -8
Initially, no reply was forth coming from the transport as it continued its trajectory. Yet as the ninth second came, a channel was opened on the other end. The voice of Ulric Tarkin would respond to the stern commander who had requested his attention.
You say this is restricted space of the Galactic Empire, Commander. Do your charts and data not tell you of Eriadu's allegiance to the Empire and that it's ruler, Lord Ulric Tarkin, is employed by the Empire as well? Does your data also tell you that I am the Empire's largest contributor to its manpower? Tell me, Commander, why do you give such hostile words to a fellow member of the Empire? After all, all members of the Empire are allowed to go wherever they wish within Empire Space. Unless the Emperor, my former pupil, has given you far stricter orders than I could imagine.
The ship remained on its course as Malvus spoke to the commander. He keeps the channel open even after speaking. His red eyes glancing at the sensors as he kept his attention aware of the Acclamator II. Malvus wondered how this conversation with the commander would go.
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Aug 9, 2015 20:06:04 GMT -8
Meanwhile Entering Thule orbital space. The navigation droid chimed out to Enam as he sat silently on the command throne within the midst of the Simic's cockpit. Should I hale Orbital control?
Enam leaned forward, the feeling of sitting in the Old Man's throne gave him an odd sense of pride. A kind of egotistical boost in the fact that he was now in the seat of "power", and the Old Man was probably in a ditch somewhere, decomposing... Enam's thoughts lingered on the image of the bastard being eaten by whomp rats in some Whill forsaken slum, but came about as he noticed the droid waiting for an order. "No, wait until they ask us why we're here," he grinned. "And stay on course until they do."
The navigator gave Enam a chime of acknowledgement and returned to it's duties, as the rouge Sith leaned back into his throne. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2015 13:16:51 GMT -8
Initially, no reply was forth coming from the transport as it continued its trajectory. Yet as the ninth second came, a channel was opened on the other end. The voice of Ulric Tarkin would respond to the stern commander who had requested his attention.You say this is restricted space of the Galactic Empire, Commander. Do your charts and data not tell you of Eriadu's allegiance to the Empire and that it's ruler, Lord Ulric Tarkin, is employed by the Empire as well? Does your data also tell you that I am the Empire's largest contributor to its manpower? Tell me, Commander, why do you give such hostile words to a fellow member of the Empire? After all, all members of the Empire are allowed to go wherever they wish within Empire Space. Unless the Emperor, my former pupil, has given you far stricter orders than I could imagine.The ship remained on its course as Malvus spoke to the commander. He keeps the channel open even after speaking. His red eyes glancing at the sensors as he kept his attention aware of the Acclamator II. Malvus wondered how this conversation with the commander would go.
Finally, a voice broke the deadening silence a mere second before the cannons would have begun charging to turn the transport to variants of space shrapnel. :: I don't question my orders; I simply carry them out. It's one of the reasons I'm in my current position of command. The Grand Inquisitor has business here; details of which he did not convey to me.:: The Commander broke from what hie was saying over the comm to the visitor from Eriadu as a message chimed in from the surface below.
It appeared as though he wasn't the only one monitoring the situation. The message came from Thule's ruler, the one's being currently planetside that carried the authority to issue commands and orders other than Darth Andor, himself. ::Thule's Governor will see you. Lower all shields but atmospheric shielding and do not cycle weapons. Failure to comply will result in your immediate termination.:: Once the channel was closed, a set of coordinates were sent to the transport for the Hangar of the Academy of the Order of Ruin which lay cut into a hill facing the main entrance to the Academy there. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2015 13:28:11 GMT -8
Meanwhile Entering Thule orbital space. The navigation droid chimed out to Enam as he sat silently on the command throne within the midst of the Simic's cockpit. Should I hale Orbital control?
Enam leaned forward, the feeling of sitting in the Old Man's throne gave him an odd sense of pride. A kind of egotistical boost in the fact that he was now in the seat of "power", and the Old Man was probably in a ditch somewhere, decomposing... Enam's thoughts lingered on the image of the bastard being eaten by whomp rats in some Whill forsaken slum, but came about as he noticed the droid waiting for an order. "No, wait until they ask us why we're here," he grinned. "And stay on course until they do."
The navigator gave Enam a chime of acknowledgement and returned to it's duties, as the rouge Sith leaned back into his throne. |
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Aug 12, 2015 19:06:08 GMT -8
"And there it is..." Enam said, pointing to the vox above his head as he lounged on the throne.
And your orders, Master? Questioned the navigator.
Enam was silent for a moment. Master, master... I had a nice ring too it, didn't it? The man grinned slightly. Oh, if only the Old Man was here to see this, oh if only he were. "Hail them, I'll talk." He replied nonchalantly, getting up from his seat and standing stoically for no one to see. The droid gave Enam a nod and he spoke.
This is the Simic, uh. We're here to find the Old ma- , I mean Jud'dayus; The Debase. He's kind of been lost, and since we heard about some Sith getting together, we figured it be worth a look.
As poetic as ever; the droid would have thought, if it could.
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Post by Aeryn Morningstar on Aug 14, 2015 0:15:44 GMT -8
An RC-2 scoutship exits hyperspace over the planet, after making several meaningless jumps in order to shake off any possible followers it had finally made it to Thule, the ship transits an emergency alert and need of escort to the Sith below. Along with its transmission, it sends security footage from inside the ship showing a man passed out in the cockpit and another down in the main terminal area near the loading area.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2015 11:36:07 GMT -8
"And there it is..." Enam said, pointing to the vox above his head as he lounged on the throne.
And your orders, Master? Questioned the navigator.
Enam was silent for a moment. Master, master... I had a nice ring too it, didn't it? The man grinned slightly. Oh, if only the Old Man was here to see this, oh if only he were. "Hail them, I'll talk." He replied nonchalantly, getting up from his seat and standing stoically for no one to see. The droid gave Enam a nod and he spoke.
This is the Simic, uh. We're here to find the Old ma- , I mean Jud'dayus; The Debase. He's kind of been lost, and since we heard about some Sith getting together, we figured it be worth a look.
As poetic as ever; the droid would have thought, if it could.
His hand slid over the scruff that had grown over his face as the day had passed, his current state resembling something of a "five o'clock shadow." Simic, cancel present course and await further instructions. He turned from the microphone now; his men knew very well what to do if the ship did not comply. Fingering through some files that were constantly being sent from the surface below, he awaited for the approval from command to allow the small craft down. Jud'dayus was a name the Chev commander had heard in passing and seemed to carry some weight within the former Sith Empire now turned Galactic, though the Governing authority of this planet paid no allegiance to the faction other than the current false blanket placed upon now. No, other things, well beyond the control of this Chev Commander were taking place in the shadows, and that was above his pay grade.
After a moment, a confirmation came from the command on the planet's surface below; the Simic would be allowed to proceed, though it and its occupants were limited to the Sith Arts Academy and the city of Hurom. Simic; you are cleared for Hurom and the Sith Arts Academy. Proceed, but do not raise weapons or shields beyond atmospheric levels. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2015 11:40:38 GMT -8
An RC-2 scoutship exits hyperspace over the planet, after making several meaningless jumps in order to shake off any possible followers it had finally made it to Thule, the ship transits an emergency alert and need of escort to the Sith below. Along with its transmission, it sends security footage from inside the ship showing a man passed out in the cockpit and another down in the main terminal area near the loading area. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2015 17:30:45 GMT -8
From out of hyperspace, an MC-18 light freighter appeared and made its way towards Thule. Whether this was the place the Order of Ruin set up shop or just where he was to meet Darth Abaddon was unknown. But it didn't matter either. Andor had told him what to do and who to meet. It didn't matter if this was just a contact or another leader of the order, he would be able to get moving in his role to the order.
It wasn't long before the ship's sensors picked up the fleet patrolling the planet's orbit. It meant that there was something important here. Bringing the ship into a stationary position, Cuuldurach opened a channel to the fleet for authorized passage. When he knew the channel was open, he focused his tone, making it the one people would hear when presented as Cuuldruach.
::This is Cuuldurach of the Crimson Dagger. I've been sent by the Grand Inquisitor of the Empire, Darth Andor to meet with Darth Abaddon.::
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2015 7:38:48 GMT -8
Crimson Dagger, break orbit and proceed to the coordinates being transmitted to you now. The voice came from the Chev Commander aboard the Malioula, a stern figure was the Commanding officer of Darth Abaddon's fleet. He had known of Cuuldurach's arrival possibly before even Cuuldurach himself knew he would be coming here. The fact of the matter, Darth Abaddon was currently in charge of the newly declared Order of Ruin. Something of a puppet master pulling the strings and seeing everything done, currently, to his will.
The coordinates would finally finish transmitting as the Commander finished his order, sending the new arrival to the Hangar of the Order of Ruin Academy, A facility just beyond the academy walls.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2015 11:06:20 GMT -8
::Understood. Making my approach now.::
So far, things seemed to move easily enough. Perhaps Andor had informed them ahead of time of his arrival, which made sense. He wanted Cuuldurach to get to work quickly, and this ensured there would be no issues.
Wasting no time, he proceeded to take the ship in, heading to the coordinates that were given to him.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Aug 15, 2015 19:31:56 GMT -8
Without another word, Darth Malvus's ship would veer downward towards the planet's surface.
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Aug 24, 2015 13:01:47 GMT -8
After a moment, a confirmation came from the command on the planet's surface below; the Simic would be allowed to proceed, though it and its occupants were limited to the Sith Arts Academy and the city of Hurom. Simic; you are cleared for Hurom and the Sith Arts Academy. Proceed, but do not raise weapons or shields beyond atmospheric levels.
"Do it," he replied, leaning back into the command throne as the Simic pitched forward for reentry. |
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Post by Darth Andor on Aug 30, 2015 5:22:15 GMT -8
Andor's personal shuttle appeared from the depths of hyperspace. After confirmation was sent to Orbital Control and the Academy, the sunlight engines flared and shot down to the planet's surface, heading for the hidden Academy of the Order of Ruin.
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Post by Grand Admiral Zuhel on Jan 31, 2018 17:35:18 GMT -8
Above the ancient Sith world of Thule, the 7th Battlegroup came out of hyperspace, lead by the Imperialis. On the bridge of the relatively uncommon Chiss Star Destroyer, Grand Moff Vlusu'Heas'Cauro observed the fleet as LAAT/i, LAAT/c, and AAL gunships headed towards the planet surface, carrying the 7th Legion. In the meantime, the fleet itself positioned itself in a manner to protect Hurom and the powerful surface-to-space defenses. The defensive cordon was bolstered by the two (albeit aging) Golan III-class Orbital Defense platforms. Vlusu sat down, waiting for the Chiss Troopers to seize control of the city.
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Post by Kaine Australis on Feb 3, 2018 7:49:32 GMT -8
Four small flashes were the only indication of the arrival of a flight of Clan Australis Bes'uliik fighters into Thule Space. Coming out of hyperspace well short of the usual approach, the fighters split into two wingpairs on separate vectors. The lead fighter commed the flight.
Jack One Steady Jacks. Start your tracks. I want that data to the fleet before we attract too much attention from the locals.
The commanding tone of the flight leader was unmistakable. Calm, all business, and mission focused. Professional. The fighters were the advance element of the relief force for Thule. Given early warning by a chance report from a local agent, the report was unconfirmed, but alarming enough to warrant a response, in the mind of Command. Planetary invasions weren't your average everyday pirate raid, after all.
Each fighter pair oriented roughly for each of the planet Thule's poles. Scanners at maximum, they plotted fleet and defensive positions.
The relief force wasn't comprised of capital ships, with only a fighter escort, they'd need to avoid the large enemy ships until fleet could arrive. Otherwise, the landing force was doomed.
Maintaining radio silence after the initial transmission, the four fighters continued collecting data ready to be transmitted.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2018 20:55:59 GMT -8
A U-Wing gunship flew at a slow speed high up in Thule's atmosphere. On board, Drez, Vorik, and Izmar had readied themselves for the descent to the planet while Jackie piloted the ship. Each soldier equipped themselves with a jetpack and a parachute, ready to descend. Drez walked over to the gunship's door and pressed a red button, causing the door to slowly open. The wind blew strongly into the gunship, pushing the soldiers back a little while dislocating a few items on board.
"I'm having second thoughts about this." Izmar hollered worriedly over the loud wind.
Drez looked at Vorik and nodded. Vorik nodded back and pushed Izmar out of the gunship. Drez and Vorik proceeded to dive out of the gunship head down.
Izmar was still in freefall when Drez and Vorik caught up to him and made a V-formation; still at an altitude of around 10,000 meters. The air was so cold that their visors froze and fogged up, causing them to switch to the night vision mode. Frost had already engulfed their armor. Izmar was finally able to adjust his position from freefall to dive.
"I got a bone to pick with you two." Izmar grumbled.
Drez and Vorik grinned at the statement. As the weather heated up, the surface of Thule was starting to become visible through the clouds. The scenery of the city exponentially grew larger.
At around 1,000 meters from the surface, the squad deployed their parachutes, being pulled violently. They were still descending with great speed, so they activated their jetpacks to help slow down the descent. Moments later the trio touchdowned on the surface.
"There's no sign of the Alliance here." Vorik said as he looked around.
A load, viscious roar echoed throughout the area around them.
"What the heck was that?" Drez wondered as he scanned the area.
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Post by Taera on Feb 4, 2018 22:54:01 GMT -8
Unknown fighters, please transmit transponder codes to gain access to atmospheric airspace. |
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Post by Kaine Australis on Feb 5, 2018 4:51:41 GMT -8
The four fighters ignored the comms from the surface. Instead, they consolidated their data streams and transmitted them in a burst to a relay satellite at the edge of the system, which relayed the positions of Thule's defense fleet and orbital weapons platforms to the relief force. Then, the fighters angled away from the planet, both wingpairs heading for a rendezvous point near one of Thule's lagrangian points to await reinforcements.
The code burst was recieved, and the transports and fighter escort adjusted their entry vectors, and jumped in. Aboard the craft were GA militia forces, lightly armed and armored, with basic gear, willing and ready to do their part for the Alliance. Scattered among them were a handful of Mandalorians, here as part of Kaine's personal guard from Clan Australis. Kaine himself was among the invasion force, though he was only in command of the Mandalorians, not part of the GA command structure.
Three heavy transport craft and eight bes'uliik fighters reverted to realspace, making hard for the planet of Thule. The four scout fighters moved to rejoin the formation, escorting the heavy ships carrying the GA relief force to the surface. As the transports hit atmosphere, well away from the Golans and the defensive fleet, the fighters split into wingpairs, half on orbital patrol, half heading for the surface to provide support to the landing troopers.
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Post by Travis Slane on Mar 27, 2018 17:56:17 GMT -8
Bursting from the swirling tunnel of hyperspace into the starry expanse outside the orbit of Thule the newly refurbished Nebulon-B medical frigate Mercy Mission's painted white hull cut a nice figure for anyone with a telescope or visual sensors that happen to be pointing in it's direction. After a brief comm exchange between the ship's crew and planetary control three ships left the frigate's hangar bays. Two were Sentinel-Class landing craft modified to be highly equipped medical transports. The two ships flew together in formation toward the city of Kessiak who's medical facilities had been almost completely destroyed in a freak storm that had ravaged that corner of the planet just days ago. The purpose of the frigate's mission was to provide aide to the region and medical care that it's own facilities were currently unable to provide and as such the landing craft as well as another pair of similarly equipped ships who would be launched shortly afterwards began the arduous task of ferrying supplies down to the surface and wounded up to orbit.
The third ship that had launched was a completely different beast. It was a Baudo-class star yacht fitted for maximum luxury. The young man at the controls was on a completely different mission. Sure he'd come back and do some surgery for the needy people of Kessiak and whatever, but first he had some women to woo and some drinking to do, or at least that's what everyone assumed that he did on these romps out of the hospital ship. In fact a lot of that was done, but there were far more important matters to attend to in such a population center. Just the thought made Orvos smile as he brought the ship down through the atmosphere heading toward an expensive berth at the spaceport, followed by a quick speeder trip to the most expensive hotel in town... Let the games begin
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