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Post by Li'nara Trasc on May 12, 2020 3:44:41 GMT -8
Alongside others, Diane Lintra would wait within the line of people, who volunteered for boarding the Resistance ships, herself being nearly invisible within the khaki pilot overall she wore. More notable were the two suitcases, which she pulled behind herself, given that most people, who would join up with a rebell faction rather intend to only bring them solely what was necessary. However, even when asked whether two suitcases were necessary, the young woman would say that it was indeed justified, showing only those, who would controll it for safety measures aboard. Most notable was the sheer ammount of various clothes, some probably more fit for a gala, a walk around a city, perfume... more luxury goods than one would ever need.
Most likely she would have been sent away, if it wasn't for her documents, who verified several pilot programs in which Lintra participated - one going by the name of "Warhawk". Although noone really knew what this meant, the official stamps on the documents alongside further confirming of her identity and perhaps her innocent smiles, actually allowed Diane to continiue her journey into the ranks of the Resistance, leaving the topic of what she brought alongside her to one of the superior officers, eventually contacting one of them about this strange pilot woman in the hangar section, who spent her time watching with actual fascination most of the starfighters within it.
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on May 12, 2020 7:58:11 GMT -8
Alongside others, Diane Lintra would wait within the line of people, who volunteered for boarding the Resistance ships, herself being nearly invisible within the khaki pilot overall she wore. More notable were the two suitcases, which she pulled behind herself, given that most people, who would join up with a rebell faction rather intend to only bring them solely what was necessary. However, even when asked whether two suitcases were necessary, the young woman would say that it was indeed justified, showing only those, who would controll it for safety measures aboard. Most notable was the sheer ammount of various clothes, some probably more fit for a gala, a walk around a city, perfume... more luxury goods than one would ever need.
Most likely she would have been sent away, if it wasn't for her documents, who verified several pilot programs in which Lintra participated - one going by the name of "Warhawk". Although noone really knew what this meant, the official stamps on the documents alongside further confirming of her identity and perhaps her innocent smiles, actually allowed Diane to continiue her journey into the ranks of the Resistance, leaving the topic of what she brought alongside her to one of the superior officers, eventually contacting one of them about this strange pilot woman in the hangar section, who spent her time watching with actual fascination most of the starfighters within it. Said a voice from behind her back. The ship was loaded with supplies, many of them filling up the hangar bay. However, the space around the starfighters was cleared up, in case pilots had to gear up and launch to defend the Resistance's ships traveling back to Crait; a destination unknown for the new recruits. Right now they crossed space at sublight speed, having just left hyperspace from a long jump. When Diane turned heels she could see a Quarren, wearing an orange flightsuit. "This is my ship"The alien pats the fuselage, sleek and painted with red markings. There were a score of small TIEs crudely painted below the cockpit, the kills made with the ship while in service. "Good one, right? It was a gift of Baron Gorgano. A freshly constructed T-90, way faster and stronger than what I used to fight before"His beady eyes stare at Lintra's face. "A pilot, are you? I see it in your eyes" |
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Post by Li'nara Trasc on May 12, 2020 8:13:29 GMT -8
Noting the approaching Resistance pilot, Lintra remained at first quiet, when he adressed her, allowing him to more or less introduce himself. Her eyes went briefly over the X-Wing, then back towards the Quarren. She wondered secretly if the markings just marked the regular TIEs being shot down or also included the new types, produced by the First Order, which at least seemed to be tougher from what she expierienced in the flight simulators.
"People tend to see a lot in my eyes", she thus only answered with a weak smile, as she looked back towards him, "But yes, I have made so far expieriences with starfighters since my youth. Flew even a few private machines myself, back on Naboo, but unfortunately had never the luxus of flying the famous N1-Starfighter. So far though, I've grown accustomed to most fighters here on the Coalition, at least the more known ones like the X-Wing, A-Wing... also done the first patrol flights."
An awkward pause followed, as she assumed that maybe more was needed to break the ice between the two of them.
"Also, my name is Diane Lintra."
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on May 12, 2020 14:03:24 GMT -8
Noting the approaching Resistance pilot, Lintra remained at first quiet, when he adressed her, allowing him to more or less introduce himself. Her eyes went briefly over the X-Wing, then back towards the Quarren. She wondered secretly if the markings just marked the regular TIEs being shot down or also included the new types, produced by the First Order, which at least seemed to be tougher from what she expierienced in the flight simulators.
"People tend to see a lot in my eyes", she thus only answered with a weak smile, as she looked back towards him, "But yes, I have made so far expieriences with starfighters since my youth. Flew even a few private machines myself, back on Naboo, but unfortunately had never the luxus of flying the famous N1-Starfighter. So far though, I've grown accustomed to most fighters here on the Coalition, at least the more known ones like the X-Wing, A-Wing... also done the first patrol flights."
An awkward pause followed, as she assumed that maybe more was needed to break the ice between the two of them.
"Also, my name is Diane Lintra."
He said, giving her a three-fingered had for her to grab and shake. "You will see my tentacled face quite often, I'm afraid"The Quarren leans his weight against the fighter, doing what could be described as a smile. "I'm in charge of the starfighter wings, but, please, don't address me by rank or anything like that: I hate formalities"
He saluted a MonCal and a dark-skinned woman who walked by, chatting, both wearing an orange flightsuit; the helmets under their arms had red markings. "You will see them often too, Aftab-Lee Kolina and Namura Odanda Doh. 'Lee' and 'Mura' for short"The pilot looks back at Lintra. "So, what do you like to fly, humm? Tell me, every one of us have our fetishes: Lee flies another X-wing, but Mura has a thing for her A-wing" |
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Post by Li'nara Trasc on May 12, 2020 14:31:16 GMT -8
Given the question at hand, Diane pondered about it. Well, the Nubian-type ships she flew in the past and the Skyhopper would certainly not be aboard the Resistance ships and neither would it fit the improvements, she had made so far over the last few months. During her time at the Warhawk Squadron, she had practiced how to fly the E-Wing, though she had also improved within that time upon the X-Wing and the A-Wing. And the more she thought about it, she prefered most likely the later for mainly its speed and the combat maneuvers it allowed the pilot to do. Wheras astromechs helped on the other vessel's navigation, the RZ-1 A-wing and the successor model, the RZ-2 functioned without one, making it easier for Lintra when it came to maneuvers where the droids couldn't follow up, but harder at the same time due to the missing support. Yet she felt safer with the A-Wing - especially when considering the RZ-2's supposed detection jammers.
Maybe she simply just liked the ship because it was adaptable, just like her.
"I guess I can reason this - out of the mentioned fighters the A-Wing is definitly my more prefered choice - though I could technically fly both", she therefore answered, "Can't promise though if I can hit a womp rat with it. Never been to Tatooine so far in a starfighter cockpit."
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on May 12, 2020 14:54:06 GMT -8
Given the question at hand, Diane pondered about it. Well, the Nubian-type ships she flew in the past and the Skyhopper would certainly not be aboard the Resistance ships and neither would it fit the improvements, she had made so far over the last few months. During her time at the Warhawk Squadron, she had practiced how to fly the E-Wing, though she had also improved within that time upon the X-Wing and the A-Wing. And the more she thought about it, she prefered most likely the later for mainly its speed and the combat maneuvers it allowed the pilot to do. Wheras astromechs helped on the other vessel's navigation, the RZ-1 A-wing and the successor model, the RZ-2 functioned without one, making it easier for Lintra when it came to maneuvers where the droids couldn't follow up, but harder at the same time due to the missing support. Yet she felt safer with the A-Wing - especially when considering the RZ-2's supposed detection jammers.
Maybe she simply just liked the ship because it was adaptable, just like her.
"I guess I can reason this - out of the mentioned fighters the A-Wing is definitly my more prefered choice - though I could technically fly both", she therefore answered, "Can't promise though if I can hit a womp rat with it. Never been to Tatooine so far in a starfighter cockpit." Said the Quarren, making a snapping wet sound with his beak-like mouth. "It's a daring choice. There're few ships as fasts as that one"He scratched his chin. "I used to pilot one, an A-wing, but I've grown quite fond of this one"Rago looks at the starfighter standing next to them.
"You're lucky, thought. Major Bashla and I are trying to gather pilots for an A-wing starfighter force -a revived Riot squadron- and we were looking for pilots crazy or daring enough to fly on it. Once we're back to Home Base I'll see how you do with simulations"He chuckled. "And, by the way, don't shoot down fauna, the senator hates it. And we're no Luke Skywalkers, no need to shoot down any pests" |
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Post by Li'nara Trasc on May 12, 2020 15:24:34 GMT -8
"No need to tell me, when it comes to this. I probably care more about living creatures than one would presume at first."
Not to mention the concerns Lintra had, when it came to facing the First Order.
When she signed up at first to join up with the Corellian Coalition, it wasn't necessarily because of the same motives which others had, as they lost one of their kin, were driven away from their homeworld by the First Order or other personal reasons. For Diane it has been horrible to watch what the First Order alone just committed in terms of war crimes on Naboo - a powerful dictatorship, even daring to assault neutral planets was in eyes of the former actress not solely a danger to herself, but in general to the galaxy as a whole. And she knew that she might be able to make the difference when it came to standing against them, so that no further war crimes could be committed by them in the future.
"But I would be honored though to join one of the squadrons, if this helps the Resistance."
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Post by Voon Ostrenis-Massa on May 13, 2020 0:10:10 GMT -8
"No need to tell me, when it comes to this. I probably care more about living creatures than one would presume at first."Not to mention the concerns Lintra had, when it came to facing the First Order.
When she signed up at first to join up with the Corellian Coalition, it wasn't necessarily because of the same motives which others had, as they lost one of their kin, were driven away from their homeworld by the First Order or other personal reasons. For Diane it has been horrible to watch what the First Order alone just committed in terms of war crimes on Naboo - a powerful dictatorship, even daring to assault neutral planets was in eyes of the former actress not solely a danger to herself, but in general to the galaxy as a whole. And she knew that she might be able to make the difference when it came to standing against them, so that no further war crimes could be committed by them in the future.
"But I would be honored though to join one of the squadrons, if this helps the Resistance." The ship jumped again to hyperspace, the blur could be seen from the hangar bay's entrance.
"Oh well, I think, if I recall correctly, that we're now only two jumps away from our destination"The Quarren pats Lintra's shoulder. "Glad to hear that, Lintra, anything helps. We need people on every front. And something tells me I'll be seeing you around"
A BB unit arrives chirping nervously. "Oh, alright, alright, I have to file a report for Voon... I mean... the senator"He said, looking at her with a smile.
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Post by Salvor Argon on May 14, 2020 1:54:00 GMT -8
The ageing Senator, in his capacity as Foreign Minister had been assigned by the Prime Minister to commence negotiations with the Naboo for them to join the Coalition. Since the horrific war crimes perpetrated by the First Order the Naboo had remained neutral, but now they had expressed a willingness to consider joining the Coalition in its stand against the paramount threat posed to the galaxy by the new Empire, the Blackguard and other totalitarian states.
He was to travel to Naboo with the esteemed Admiral Renzo Ostrenis. Arriving in the hanger on board the Starhawk Class battleship Han Solo, Salvor disembarked his shuttle accompanied by his chief of staff and approached the admiral who was waiting.
"Good to meet you, Admiral," he said with a kurt nod as he approached the Admiral.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on May 14, 2020 2:34:54 GMT -8
The ageing Senator, in his capacity as Foreign Minister had been assigned by the Prime Minister to commence negotiations with the Naboo for them to join the Coalition. Since the horrific war crimes perpetrated by the First Order the Naboo had remained neutral, but now they had expressed a willingness to consider joining the Coalition in its stand against the paramount threat posed to the galaxy by the new Empire, the Blackguard and other totalitarian states.
He was to travel to Naboo with the esteemed Admiral Renzo Ostrenis. Arriving in the hanger on board the Starhawk Class battleship Han Solo, Salvor disembarked his shuttle accompanied by his chief of staff and approached the admiral who was waiting. "Good to meet you, Admiral," he said with a kurt nod as he approached the Admiral.
Said the admiral, hands clasped behind his back. As many other high-ranking officers he didn't wear an uniform, but a loose tunic of somber fabric and a cloak over the shoulders. The only external mark of his rank was the badge over the right part of his chest. He was very tall, more than most Humans, towering over them. "Welcome to the Han Solo"His gold and red eyes shone under the artificial light. Everything was orderly and well disposed in the well-lit hangar, not even stains of fuel or oil could be glanced in the polished surface of the hangar's floor. The files of starfighters were perfectly aligned and droids made their silent dance around them, doing maintenance jobs. "It's good, I must admit, to work with someone my age. Someone who knows who much the joints ache in the morning"He smiled very slightly and gestures towards the turbolifts in the deep end of the hangar bay. "Follow me, minister. My lieutenant here will show your staff their own quarters on board"The female Twilek, dressed in an impecable Coalition uniform, nods as both salute and reply. On the meanwhile and like the ship thought it all by herself, the large cruiser made the jump: only the weird and eerie vacuum of the hyperspace could be glanced now from the open gaping mouth of the hangar. |
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Post by Li'nara Trasc on May 17, 2020 5:44:27 GMT -8
The ship jumped again to hyperspace, the blur could be seen from the hangar bay's entrance.
"Oh well, I think, if I recall correctly, that we're now only two jumps away from our destination"The Quarren pats Lintra's shoulder. "Glad to hear that, Lintra, anything helps. We need people on every front. And something tells me I'll be seeing you around"
A BB unit arrives chirping nervously. "Oh, alright, alright, I have to file a report for Voon... I mean... the senator"He said, looking at her with a smile.
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Post by Salvor Argon on May 24, 2020 0:54:43 GMT -8
The ageing Senator, in his capacity as Foreign Minister had been assigned by the Prime Minister to commence negotiations with the Naboo for them to join the Coalition. Since the horrific war crimes perpetrated by the First Order the Naboo had remained neutral, but now they had expressed a willingness to consider joining the Coalition in its stand against the paramount threat posed to the galaxy by the new Empire, the Blackguard and other totalitarian states.
He was to travel to Naboo with the esteemed Admiral Renzo Ostrenis. Arriving in the hanger on board the Starhawk Class battleship Han Solo, Salvor disembarked his shuttle accompanied by his chief of staff and approached the admiral who was waiting. "Good to meet you, Admiral," he said with a kurt nod as he approached the Admiral.
Said the admiral, hands clasped behind his back. As many other high-ranking officers he didn't wear an uniform, but a loose tunic of somber fabric and a cloak over the shoulders. The only external mark of his rank was the badge over the right part of his chest. He was very tall, more than most Humans, towering over them. "Welcome to the Han Solo"His gold and red eyes shone under the artificial light. Everything was orderly and well disposed in the well-lit hangar, not even stains of fuel or oil could be glanced in the polished surface of the hangar's floor. The files of starfighters were perfectly aligned and droids made their silent dance around them, doing maintenance jobs. "It's good, I must admit, to work with someone my age. Someone who knows who much the joints ache in the morning"He smiled very slightly and gestures towards the turbolifts in the deep end of the hangar bay. "Follow me, minister. My lieutenant here will show your staff their own quarters on board"The female Twilek, dressed in an impecable Coalition uniform, nods as both salute and reply. On the meanwhile and like the ship thought it all by herself, the large cruiser made the jump: only the weird and eerie vacuum of the hyperspace could be glanced now from the open gaping mouth of the hangar.
As the two venerable men greeted one another several more people emerged from the shuttle, carrying some luggage and various datapads. Salvor had wanted to make sure this negotiation went as smoothly as possible so had ensured he brought some of the best diplomats in the Foreign Ministry along. Salvor, along with his entourage followed the well dressed and professional looking Twi'lek officer to their temporary quarters. |
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on May 24, 2020 7:10:42 GMT -8
"My pleasure"
Said the admiral, hands clasped behind his back. As many other high-ranking officers he didn't wear an uniform, but a loose tunic of somber fabric and a cloak over the shoulders. The only external mark of his rank was the badge over the right part of his chest. He was very tall, more than most Humans, towering over them. "Welcome to the Han Solo"His gold and red eyes shone under the artificial light. Everything was orderly and well disposed in the well-lit hangar, not even stains of fuel or oil could be glanced in the polished surface of the hangar's floor. The files of starfighters were perfectly aligned and droids made their silent dance around them, doing maintenance jobs. "It's good, I must admit, to work with someone my age. Someone who knows who much the joints ache in the morning"He smiled very slightly and gestures towards the turbolifts in the deep end of the hangar bay. "Follow me, minister. My lieutenant here will show your staff their own quarters on board"The female Twilek, dressed in an impecable Coalition uniform, nods as both salute and reply. On the meanwhile and like the ship thought it all by herself, the large cruiser made the jump: only the weird and eerie vacuum of the hyperspace could be glanced now from the open gaping mouth of the hangar.
As the two venerable men greeted one another several more people emerged from the shuttle, carrying some luggage and various datapads. Salvor had wanted to make sure this negotiation went as smoothly as possible so had ensured he brought some of the best diplomats in the Foreign Ministry along. Salvor, along with his entourage followed the well dressed and professional looking Twi'lek officer to their temporary quarters. The turbolift closed behind their backs silently, while a part of the staffers entered a second one, led to the lower living quarters by the Navy officer. "Minister, I don't believe we will have much trouble in Naboo, but this is still important bussiness for the Coalition as a whole"
It slids open, revealing a pristine hallway, all in white. Coalition personel and droids were on service, leaving and entering several chambers across the long corridor. "My office is next door" |
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Post by Salvor Argon on May 25, 2020 23:36:09 GMT -8
The years had not been kind to Salvor, his joints ached constantly and seemingly with every move he made. But he pushed on. The man was nothing if not tenacious. "Thank you," he said as he was welcomed aboard. He laughed at the comment about the aches. "Yes, it is good to be with someone who understands. The young staffers I'm around mean well and are terrific individuals, but I fear they do not understand the pains that those as ancient as the two of us face." He smiled at Alla who seemed unsure how to respond.
As the two venerable men greeted one another several more people emerged from the shuttle, carrying some luggage and various datapads. Salvor had wanted to make sure this negotiation went as smoothly as possible so had ensured he brought some of the best diplomats in the Foreign Ministry along. Salvor, along with his entourage followed the well dressed and professional looking Twi'lek officer to their temporary quarters. The turbolift closed behind their backs silently, while a part of the staffers entered a second one, led to the lower living quarters by the Navy officer. "Minister, I don't believe we will have much trouble in Naboo, but this is still important bussiness for the Coalition as a whole"
It slids open, revealing a pristine hallway, all in white. Coalition personel and droids were on service, leaving and entering several chambers across the long corridor. "My office is next door" |
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on May 28, 2020 0:21:35 GMT -8
"Oh, but we still have some fight on us, don't we"The turbolift closed behind their backs silently, while a part of the staffers entered a second one, led to the lower living quarters by the Navy officer. "Minister, I don't believe we will have much trouble in Naboo, but this is still important bussiness for the Coalition as a whole"
It slids open, revealing a pristine hallway, all in white. Coalition personel and droids were on service, leaving and entering several chambers across the long corridor. "My office is next door" The admiral takes a seat and points towards one, so Salvor does as much.
"They have all the reasons possible to join us: they, more than anyone, remember vividly the price of being under the First Order's thrall. And Naboo will be a symbol of the ascendance of the Coalition, few planets have a similar Galactic prestige and reputation"
The planet had birthed who could have been a future chancelloress and leading figure in the last years of the Republic, Padme, eventually the mother of Leia Organa Solo and Luke Skywalker. The Naboo had always been present in the fight for democracy in the Galaxy. Their biggest horror had been Palpatine himself, born and raised in the tranquil planet.
"Trust me, the Coalition believes this is of the utmost importance, as they gave me this large battlecruiser to escort you, minister"He gestures around. A Starhawk was one of the newest models issued by the Coalition's shipyards. And one of the largest. |
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Post by Salvor Argon on Jun 10, 2020 4:59:16 GMT -8
"Indeed, there's still plenty of fight left in me!" Salvor declared enthusiastically. "I too predict Naboo will go well, but we mustn't be complacent," he nodded, continuing to follow the Admiral. The admiral takes a seat and points towards one, so Salvor does as much.
"They have all the reasons possible to join us: they, more than anyone, remember vividly the price of being under the First Order's thrall. And Naboo will be a symbol of the ascendance of the Coalition, few planets have a similar Galactic prestige and reputation"
The planet had birthed who could have been a future chancelloress and leading figure in the last years of the Republic, Padme, eventually the mother of Leia Organa Solo and Luke Skywalker. The Naboo had always been present in the fight for democracy in the Galaxy. Their biggest horror had been Palpatine himself, born and raised in the tranquil planet.
"Trust me, the Coalition believes this is of the utmost importance, as they gave me this large battlecruiser to escort you, minister"He gestures around. A Starhawk was one of the newest models issued by the Coalition's shipyards. And one of the largest. |
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Post by Yesui Naeemah on Aug 28, 2020 22:30:49 GMT -8
Yesui sat in her usual viewport perch, one leg up on the sill with her and the other one dangling down. She watched as the blue and white swirls of hyperspace went by. The trip from Cathar to here had been almost as exciting as the departure itself. Drills had been run, for both ground and space combat. Yesui was smaller than most of the volunteers who all tended to be large and older males. But she was scrappy and didn't hold back. Her most common critiques from instructors included, but were not limited to: Don't over extend, don't break formation, and just because we have claws doesn't mean they are our only weapons. Honestly it had been getting discouraging as she had been bumped down lower and lower in the rankings. But her ears and mood perked up as she noticed hyperspace shift back into real space. The girl hopped down from the viewport and sprinted to the bridge.
On the bridge, Captain Nodon was already standing. He scratched at his fur covered chin as he looked out from the bridge to see Corellia in all her glory. Grey fur was already starting to grow in around his mouth and eyes, a sign of his age, but he swore it was from the stress of setting up this whole operation, an operation that would have been for not if the Coalition refused them. Nodon had refused to contact the Coalition prior to now in fear that any conversation via comms had a strong chance of being intercepted by the very enemies they were trying to fool. And whoever was in charge of the Coalition deserved to know the truth behind this crew and why they were here. He gave a wordless nod to the communications officer who opened a channel for him.
Corellian Coalition Navy, this is Captain Nodon Naeemah, formerly of the Cathar Planetary Defense Force. This ship, crew, and myself are here to offer our services to you in your struggle to preserve order and democracy in this galaxy. I would ask to meet with one of your military leaders. I, and the 1600 Cathar under my command, eagerly await your response.
With another nod, the transition ended as Yesuri arrived to the bridge. "Nice speech, dad."
"You think so?" He tapped the side of his head with a clawed hand. "Right of the top of your old man's head. I definitely didn't stay up all night practicing it in a mirror."
Yesuri couldn't help but laugh at her dads joke, but was silenced by an "Ahem" She snapped to attention, "Ensign, I don't think fits of the giggles are going to help us make a good impression. Now, are you ready to meet with the Coalition leaders?"
"Yeah Da- I- uh, mean- Yes. Yes, sir."
"Good, then gather the data pads... both sets."
Yesuri made her way into the captain's office to collect the data pads with the official information and the true ones that bore the seals and signatures of the leading council of Cathar.
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Post by Begum Dilan on Sept 22, 2020 20:37:57 GMT -8
Yesui sat in her usual viewport perch, one leg up on the sill with her and the other one dangling down. She watched as the blue and white swirls of hyperspace went by. The trip from Cathar to here had been almost as exciting as the departure itself. Drills had been run, for both ground and space combat. Yesui was smaller than most of the volunteers who all tended to be large and older males. But she was scrappy and didn't hold back. Her most common critiques from instructors included, but were not limited to: Don't over extend, don't break formation, and just because we have claws doesn't mean they are our only weapons. Honestly it had been getting discouraging as she had been bumped down lower and lower in the rankings. But her ears and mood perked up as she noticed hyperspace shift back into real space. The girl hopped down from the viewport and sprinted to the bridge.On the bridge, Captain Nodon was already standing. He scratched at his fur covered chin as he looked out from the bridge to see Corellia in all her glory. Grey fur was already starting to grow in around his mouth and eyes, a sign of his age, but he swore it was from the stress of setting up this whole operation, an operation that would have been for not if the Coalition refused them. Nodon had refused to contact the Coalition prior to now in fear that any conversation via comms had a strong chance of being intercepted by the very enemies they were trying to fool. And whoever was in charge of the Coalition deserved to know the truth behind this crew and why they were here. He gave a wordless nod to the communications officer who opened a channel for him.Corellian Coalition Navy, this is Captain Nodon Naeemah, formerly of the Cathar Planetary Defense Force. This ship, crew, and myself are here to offer our services to you in your struggle to preserve order and democracy in this galaxy. I would ask to meet with one of your military leaders. I, and the 1600 Cathar under my command, eagerly await your response. With another nod, the transition ended as Yesuri arrived to the bridge. "Nice speech, dad." "You think so?" He tapped the side of his head with a clawed hand. "Right of the top of your old man's head. I definitely didn't stay up all night practicing it in a mirror." Yesuri couldn't help but laugh at her dads joke, but was silenced by an "Ahem" She snapped to attention, "Ensign, I don't think fits of the giggles are going to help us make a good impression. Now, are you ready to meet with the Coalition leaders?" "Yeah Da- I- uh, mean- Yes. Yes, sir." "Good, then gather the data pads... both sets." Yesuri made her way into the captain's office to collect the data pads with the official information and the true ones that bore the seals and signatures of the leading council of Cathar. |
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Post by Yesui Naeemah on Oct 1, 2020 1:29:25 GMT -8
Yesuri's ears pricked as she heard the voice reply. It seemed it would be some time, the Prime Minister was surely a busy man. But the young Cathar was antsy and wanted to know more soon, she looked to her father as he, Captain Nodon, responded.
Thank you, Rear-Admiral. I am relieved to hear it. We will dock our ship for inspection and my crew and I will take shuttles down to the surface. Again, I can't express how great my gratitude is at the welcome.
As the commlink was silenced, the bridge crew erupted into cheers, Yesuri wrapped her arms around her father, almost dropping the data pads. Woah there, Ensign. Don't be breaking those, they are our ticket in. He then turned to the rest of the bridge crew. Okay, settle down. This is only the beginning. We still have to get the final approval and then we start fighting! Helmsman, take us into dock. Then we will get some much needed shore leave.
Hard Light made its way to a dock orbiting Corellia. Yesuri had abandoned her place at her fathers side to get a better look out a view port. The lush green and blue planet, partitioned by orange lights, reflected in her eyes. It was beautiful, more so than her home world, she thought.
Soon the Cathar crew were disembarking and finding shuttles down to the planet. By now Yesuri had found herself at Nodon's side again. Then a signal came on his personal communicator. The on duty coms officer had reported that the Prime Minister was ready for a meeting at their earliest convenience. The pair eagerly caught a shuttle heading for the capital.
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Begum Dilan
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Post by Begum Dilan on Oct 11, 2020 15:13:57 GMT -8
Admiral Dilan passed the reply from the prime minister as soon as it was received and wished them a pleasant stay before signing off and letting them get on with their mission.
She continued to watch the Cathar ship as it docked and disgorged shuttles. Her ears twitched amusement and dread. She was happy to have new allies, but knew that if war broke out in earnest... Those same faces would quickly become ghosts. She hoped that it would not devolve to open war, though conflict seemed unavoidable. Dilan blinked and brought her mind back to the present, as the trail of shuttles dwindled. There was plenty of work to do without getting lost in possible nightmares of tomorrow.
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