Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 25, 2019 15:39:02 GMT -8
+Several Months After the Fall of the Galactic Alliance+The swirling blue of Hyperspace finally gave way to the stability or real space. This last jump had been a little rough. The Endless Salvation had just escaped a First Order ambush after refueling. The ship had been hammered hard, but the reinforced armor had held fairly well. Lynne had held off coming to Corellia till she had gotten the injured who had been rescued from Dac to their home systems. It was tough and full of other narrow escapes, only furthering the crews skills and resolve to bring justice and light back to the galaxy. Now it was her turn to go home, where she had heard was the rallying point for most of the former Galactic Alliance. =Lynne="Damage report." =Bridge Officer="One of the Ion salvos knocked out our primary power generator and life support, but our back ups have kept us stable though we're burning through it fast. =Lynne="Patch me through to an open channel." This is Dr. Lynne Jameroo, captain of Endless Salvation, seeking safe harbor for myself and my crew. Please respond.As she waited for a response she ordered all none essential systems shut down to preserve the energy reserves that they had remaining. =Days after the Corellian Coalition forms= The system of Corellia and friendly sectors were undergoing a huge overhaul as the coalition government was formed, military commands were unified, and a structure was being drafted for the coming nation. This ensured that Baron Gorgano had a more permanent presence on the planet of Corellia as one of the three primary masterminds behind the formation of the Corellian Coalition. His duty was involved with the structure of a new intelligence agency and the unification of the various military commands. He was typically founded on the warship, Triumphant, a Bothan Assault Cruiser of the Pertinax Command, a battlegroup of the Fondorian Navy which was being integrated into the overall Coalition Naval Forces.
As he was working in his quarters, a captain arrived at his doorway.Sorry to disturb you, Baron, but we have a communication from a vessel in orbit. Endless Salvation.The Fondorian rises from his seat and proceeds to the bridge of the Triumphant. From there, a channel was opened and Graemon replied back to Dr. Jameroo and her crew.Endless Salvation, this is Baron Graemon Gorgano, Representative of Fondor. You are lucky to arrive in the Corellian system. Your IFF signal verifies your participation in the recent Battle of Mon Calamari and registers with the defunct Galactic Alliance Navy. Good to see more survivors join us. Your ship has permission to dock in Corellia's shipyards for repair and I extend an invitation, personally, to my ship. |
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 25, 2019 18:34:16 GMT -8
Relieved to not be turned away from desperately needed aid, Lynne gave a deep sigh.
=Lynne=
Thank you, Baron. I will use one of my E-Wings to come to your ship, all our shuttles were lost in the fighting. Jameroo out.
You have the bridge, Major Tethras.
=Merrill=
Aye aye, Ma'am
With that Lynne, made her way down to the hanger. Her ship was not only damaged, but down on supplies. This would be a good chance for the crew to take a deep breath. She found the least damaged of her three E-Wings. Moving out of the hanger and into space was a little rough at first, but once she got used to not having the central thruster, it got better. Gingerly she made her way to the hanger of the Triumphant. Landing was a generous term for the slide in. It happens when the landing gear are shot off. She clambered out of the cockpit. Making sure her platinum hair was sitting right and that her- Oh great, she'd be meeting a Baron of Fondor in her, simple white, daily doctors were. Sighing again, she waited for someone to direct her where to go.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2019 19:57:21 GMT -8
CDF Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer, The Eurybia - Bridge
CDF Maj Gen Lilia Herriton, standing behind her comms officer as the Nebulon-B Frigate that had been picked up by the Eurybia's sensors shortly after it had emerged from hyperspace sends a request for sanctuary over an open comm channel, orders her sensor officer to run the ship's transponder codes against available databases to verify their affiliation and, after waiting a moment for the data checks to begin, tells her comms officer, "Have them hold their . . ."
Interrupting Lilia, the comms officer says, "Erm, there's apparently no need, Ma'am. I've just received word from CDF command that the Representative from Fondor has already verified that the ship is, or rather was I suppose, with the Galactic Alliance Navy, and has also given them permission to make for the shipyards for repairs."
"Ah, Lilia says in a mildly amused tone, Nice of the higher ups to let us know that the Representative from Fondor has been given that authority."
The comms officer says, "They were apparently going to let us know around the same time that the Endless Salvation emerged from hyperspace, Ma'am. So they say."
Nodding, Lilia says, "Of course," and then has her comms officer contact the Thyia and Keres, the CDF Pellaeon-class Star Destroyers patrolling with their support ships over Coronet and the planet's northern hemisphere respectively, to have them go on high alert in light of the fact that the arrival of the Endless Salvation, a survivor of the recent battle over Mon Calamari, could mean that First Order pursuit might not be far behind. The Thyia and Keres both send additional X-wings out to extend their patrol zones until the alert level is decreased. Corellia's two Cardan III-class space stations are also apprised of the situation, and go on high alert as well.
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Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on Mar 25, 2019 22:04:06 GMT -8
Graemon still had his contacts from within the old Galactic Alliance spy network, which was now defunct. He turns to one of his aides who brings over a datapad with that had various reports upon it. After a quick examination, the Fondorian would turn to Jacques Hu.They seem to be holding their ground since the fall of Mon Calamari. Reports of Imperial movement within the former territories of the Galactic Alliance, but they have remained in the Galactic North, away from Hutt and Mandalorian Space. We have received no reports of any military build up since the recent attacks.There was already footage of the various attacks that came before the strike at the Galactic Alliance's heart. Footage showed Imperial fleets and troops making landfall on planets such as Lianna, Raxus Prime, and once more on Jabiim. The footage had been deliberately released to only shake morale even further. Graemon wondered why the Emperor and the First Order were not pressing their attacks.We may be in the clear at the moment. If you feel an escort is required for your visit to Naboo, ensure it is done, Commander Hu. I have already begun to arrange for a small escort to Hapes, Kashyyyk, and Bothuwai. It will be necessary considering how close I will be traveling to the Imperial border. |
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 26, 2019 19:56:37 GMT -8
With that Lynne, made her way down to the hanger. Her ship was not only damaged, but down on supplies. This would be a good chance for the crew to take a deep breath. She found the least damaged of her three E-Wings. Moving out of the hanger and into space was a little rough at first, but once she got used to not having the central thruster, it got better. Gingerly she made her way to the hanger of the Triumphant. Landing was a generous term for the slide in. It happens when the landing gear are shot off. She clambered out of the cockpit. Making sure her platinum hair was sitting right and that her- Oh great, she'd be meeting a Baron of Fondor in her, simple white, daily doctors were. Sighing again, she waited for someone to direct her where to go.
Once she had entered, she would find Graemon situated by a viewport. He turned slightly, revealing the one eye that he was missing. Its socket covered up by an old style patch as the Fondorian refused an operation to augment his vision with a mechanical eye. He wasn't alone though as there were a couple other officers present. Graemon takes one last look at their visitors ship before turning to Lynne. From where she stood, she could see the Redemption, a captured Resurgent-class Battlecruiser, docked within the shipyards.Doctor Jameroo, seems you, like many others, took quite a beating. Vice Admiral Hargrave and Commodore Hu were lucky to salvage as many ships as they did. Your crew will be given deserve rest and food once they have docked.Safe travels to you both. In the mean time, I will see to our home fronts and begin coordinating our production and defensive efforts. I am far from fit for such travels as your own... For the future of freedom! |
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 27, 2019 9:42:57 GMT -8
On reflex, Lynne gave a sharp salute to the Marines and officer that met her. She admired the Bothan Cruiser's interior. It was so much larger, more than twice the length of her Nebulon-B. But she also heard the idle talk of the crew she empathized with the brave personal, who continued to work to defy the First Orders ambitions of galactic domination. Many times Lynne found herself thinking 'surly the bridge is close, can't be that much further.' but the ship seemed to just keep going. Soon though she was right and once again saluted the Marines at the door.
Stepping in she was suddenly slightly embarrassed, as she had neglected to change from her medic attire, into more formal wear. She snapped to attention all the same, her stent in the Navy had taken deep root, and though she was a doctor, she was also an officer and soldier. She did note the captured Resurgent and smiled to herself as she heard that Hargrave and Hu had made it to safety. She was not surprised to see the Baron did not have a prosthetic eye. Often she met stubborn headed soldiers who's pride prevented them from taking advantage of resources available to them. And typically the higher in the ranks the harder the head/pride.
=Lynne=
Thank you, sir. Were it not for the actions of the Vice Admiral and Commodore, my ship would not have been able to slip out with our almost full compliment of wounded, I would like a chance to thank them personally if they are available. I do apologize for our lateness in coming here. I took it on myself to get all wounded who wished to return home to their worlds, or as close as possible, given the new boarders. But my doctors and marines are ready and eager to continue the fight, sir. Once our ship is operational again, that is.
That last statement was much softer spoken than the rest of her introduction.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 27, 2019 19:14:17 GMT -8
=Lynne=Thank you, sir. Were it not for the actions of the Vice Admiral and Commodore, my ship would not have been able to slip out with our almost full compliment of wounded, I would like a chance to thank them personally if they are available. I do apologize for our lateness in coming here. I took it on myself to get all wounded who wished to return home to their worlds, or as close as possible, given the new boarders. But my doctors and marines are ready and eager to continue the fight, sir. Once our ship is operational again, that is.
Graemon motions to one of his officers as the female officer walks over, handing him a datapad which had data transmitted from the shipyards involving Doctor Jameroo's ship in question. He examines it quietly before looking at Lynne.Given your desire to continue the fight, it would be advisable to attach you to one of the standing fleets or add a few more vessels to serve as proper escorts for your medical frigate. Mon Calamari was one of the worst battles... and with a war machine, like the First Order, the worst has still yet to come.He tosses the datapad onto the conference table, looking fully at the female.We will work on seeing proper replacements are given to your crew. For now, remain stationed over Corellia. The conflict has since quieted down, but who knows when and where the Imperials will strike again. Use that time to prepare yourself, Doctor. |
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 27, 2019 19:43:04 GMT -8
Lynne continued to stand at attention, she could almost feel the weight of the Baron's gaze upon her as he spoke. He was a man who could command any room the moment he entered it. But as the conversation turned to an escort and the Battle, she could feel another weight upon her shoulders. A weight of lives that could not be saved, it was heavy on the doctor. She nodded at Gorgano's last comment.
=Lynne=
I will be ready, Sir.
As she turned to leave, she paused, and against her better judgement spoke. She was still attempting to maintain her composure, but the memory of Mon Calamari was show as her eyes started to water.
=Lynne=
Sir, I would request to be sent wherever the fighting is thickest and where the casualties need me and my staff the most. And I want it on record that the last battle group to escort my ship, every last one of them were- She paused and shuddered as she forced back her tears. Are, heroes. And I intend to make their sacrifice worth it.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 29, 2019 19:40:26 GMT -8
Graemon looks up immediately when Lynne speaks those final words. The officers nearby looked at one another as the Baron Gorgano turns away for a moment to gaze at the captured Resurgent-class Battlecruiser that was still being refitted in orbit above Corellia. He remains silent for a long time before speaking.
I remember seeing one of those at the Battle of Taris... first time witnessing the firepower of this new Empire in our age. Took out so many ships in that battle. And yet, it kept going despite the punches thrown at it. There were no heroes in that battle. It was just plainly a massacre.
Graemon glances back to look at the Doctor.
Do not take risks nor seek to make your own sacrifices out there, Doctor. We don't need more martyrs, we need people who survived battles and lived to tell the tale. For they are the ones who truly learn and enhance our fighting spirit.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 29, 2019 20:40:45 GMT -8
Lynne was shocked at Gorgano's words, almost furious. But after a moment, she realized what the Baron actually meant and gave a nod. She swallowed most of the rest of her emotions.
=Lynne=
If that is what you think will win us this war, then I'll await your orders. I always thought I was such a great strategist, till I started actually dealing in peoples lives. Now I don't know what I am. I guess I should go back to what I've always wanted. To save lives. Either in the operating room or on the battlefield, you can count on me to do that, Sir.
She would wait to be dismissed again or for further orders.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 29, 2019 21:06:49 GMT -8
A rare smile appears on the face of the grizzled Graemon. His officers nearby look at one another, rather surprised by what they saw. In all his lifetime, he understood what she meant and how she viewed herself. To view one's self in such a light for any number of reasons. However, Graemon awoke to the true reality within a short time. Thanks to war, to bloodshed, and to defeats.
I know what it is like to view one's self as a great strategist... Taris woke me up and so did my treacherous journey through the Deep Core. A whole sector fleet was lost on one occasion and many more lives turned to vapor over Taris. I came to realize that my strategies cannot save everyone.
The Fondorian walks up to the female, pointing directly at her before speaking words that probably needed to be heard.
But you are a strategist in a way that I could not be, Doctor. You know how to save lives, even in ways that I could never think of nor believe possible. You are a strategist that preserves the living and gives them a second chance. Your methods give them hope and ensure they are mended. That is something I and others like me cannot do, but you can.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Mar 29, 2019 21:37:37 GMT -8
Noting the looks on the other officers faces she knew this was out of the ordinary. She could now look into Graemon's eye. And she saw the weight that he carried from those battles. But when he spoke of her she couldn't help but let a small smile creep across her face, and a determined spark in her blue eyes.
=Lynne=
I- Well, thank you... Uh, Sir.
She stumbled over her words and looked down, quickly trying to hide the fact she was blushing.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Mar 29, 2019 22:24:03 GMT -8
Baron Gorgano lets his smile last a little longer before letting it go. He turns to one of the officers, nodding to the male in question.
Commander Tallus will see to any and all needs of your crew. In the meantime, consider your men and women on leave and have them rest on the surface of Corellia. Any that desire work though, there are a number of refugees streaming into the Corellian System and elsewhere. We need men and women to tend to the wounded and ensure security for these people.
It was an arduous task that the Coalition faced with these refugees and survivors. A great migration of them streamed from the Outer Rim where the Galactic Alliance once stood, fleeing from the chaos left by the Alliance's fall and the presence of the Empire nearby. The government deliberated much on this topic, here and throughout the Coalition. They would need all the help they could get to ensuring these people were given the security and safety they needed.
If you need me personally, Doctor, I will likely be here or in the government district planetside. I will do what I can to help you and your crew be integrated into the Coalition and see to it that your people find their place in this nation of ours.
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Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on Mar 30, 2019 12:00:05 GMT -8
Baron Gorgano nods to his colleague.Necessary measures will need to be taken in order to transition our various economies to properly supply our standing fleets and refit the survivors of Mon Calamari. Fondors shipyards and Tallaani Shipyards will provide necessary means to rebuild any and all fleets of the future Coalition Navy. |
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Post by Linuy Findos on Apr 18, 2019 6:22:02 GMT -8
 On board of the Spark of Nen, Corellian shipyards
When the Senator entered the bridge, she eventually took a look around in order to see who had come on board to participate within the mission, other than the Neimoidians under her command and those, who followed Captain Hatoo, who unbeknownst to the Separatists had defected to the cause of the GA remnants. Yet others were present, smugglers, mercenaries, freelancers - it were mainly those, who knew nothing of the senator's secret mission so far.
Eventually Linuy spoke up, as she finally was able to speak up.
"Gentlemen, myladies, we have gathered here in order to perform something we are all aware that it goes against the values of the Galactic Alliance in its form as a state of law and honesty", she began dramatic, "Yet the times have changed and these values have been shattered by the fleets of the First Order in the orbit of Mon Calamari.
I was there, when ships burnt, when thousands of people died within the Imperial trap and where those, who escaped could call themselves lucky enough to live another day. A black day indeed, as history is about to repeat itself with the former Empire being now in controll of the galaxy once more."
Once more she paused in order to remember anyone on board for what they were fighting. Some of them were probably just here for the payment, which they were promised and which Linuy would gladly give them - yet she hoped that her words might inspire those, who listened to them more as they were a reminder of what is to come. Even if they weren't present a lot of people might have heard of the dark days, when the Galactic Empire ruled the galaxy with an iron fist. And those days might return in near future, if they weren't careful...
"In order to explain the mission to you, I'll leave the word to Captain Tas Hatoo, a former commanding officer of the Separatist movement within the Outer Rim, who defected from the Galactic Alliance long time ago", she then said, before leaving it to the other Neimoidian to speak up.
He nodded pleased towards her before looking into the round, dressed in regular, modest robes as most Neimoidians used to do.
My thanks towards the senator, whose words I truely find inspiring, he began in order to show her his favor once more, before adressing the crowd in front of him, "I once served under this faction, naive as most of us were back then, when Gulch proposed that we had to stand up and reclaim the old Separatist worlds from the Empire in order to form our own faction. Better than the Galactic Alliance and as grand as the Confederacy of old days.
It was there when the lie began, as our movement began to crumble when we encountered THEM."
The monitor on the holocron emitter on board of the bridge began to flicker as it showed a ship, which at first beared similiarities to the Imperial Harrower-class ships - yet it was slightly different.
"We don't know who they are, how they are affiliated with the First Order, but they coordinate their fleets brutally. The very moment while we speak those, of whom we only know that they refer to themselves as 'The Blackguard' have overwhelmed the Separatist navy in a way that it hardly allowed any resistances. Most of the systems, we once claimed for our cause have either defected to the invaders or were cut off by their fleets, as they aggressively cut through the Separatist territory. And while we had no contact to Admiral Gulch over the last weeks, it became obvious that we can not face this threat by common means.
The Grand Confederacy is dying - and with it the vessels, which we produce, as they will fall into the enemy's hands most likely."
The holocron emitter changed images once more, this time showing a planet with information boxes, pinning it to Utapau. Among those images the imagery of a large, bulky battleship, known as the Lucrehulk, could be seen as well.
"By fate I was one of the few survivors, who survived a battle, of which I assume that the Grand Confederacy won't recieve any words", he then continiued, "Before Vice Admiral Ferrus Aerian sent me and my fleet out to die against the unknown intruders in hopes that we could slow down their movements, I was stationed at Utapau, one of the most important wharfts and ship production planets within the Grand Confederacy. From the patrols I know that we will finish the production of at least two Lucrehulk battleships within the next days, as the invasion by the Blackguard had slowed us down in terms of reinforcing our fleets. The plan which I proposed to the senator would be to steal those ships from the Confederacy in order to bring them into the services of the Corellian navy before the invaders will take them."
"A Lucrehulk battleship can be a valuable asset for the means of sabotaging the First Order in further attempts to harass those gouvernments, which defy their petty rule", Linuy added friendly, "It can function as a carrier, as a battleship and as a base at the same time, making it a devastating loss if this technology falls into the wrong hands. I mean no harm to other resistance movements, which intend to fight back those, who try to occupy the galaxy - but from what I heard the Grand Confederacy will either fight until the very end or surrender to the enemy within near time if they keep losing one battle after another. Lead by idle fanatics, arrogant and stoic within their beliefs, we can hardly convince them to join our side."
"Which is why we deem a heist necessary", the captain continiued, "With some luck others, who are on same terms with the gouvernment of the Vice Admiral as I am, might join us, when we accomplish our goals on Utapau, but I wouldn't count on it. In the end it is not a question of moral, but rather one of what needs to be done, if we want to weaken our common enemies' attempts to undermine the freedom of the galaxy.
Any questions so far, gentlemen?"
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Post by Ignus on Apr 18, 2019 12:34:42 GMT -8
Ignus listened to the politician quietly, all the while grinding his teeth as her speech included mention of the First Order and their attack on the fish people. Though he didn't have much love for, well, anyone, he despised everything the First Order stood for and anyone that allied themselves with that despicable organisation deserved just as much hate. He had plenty of it to dish around, after all.
Beside him his shipmate Krink squawked and clacked. "I know, I know," Ignus said and patted the geonosian on his chitinous shoulder. "I don't like her either, but she has a point. The First Order won't just roll over, and with the Galactic Alliance's defeat on Mon Calamari there isn't much 'freefolk' left. The freedom you're currently enoying? Yup; not a thing under the First Order."
That quietened the insect. Ignus didn't really want to get involved. Politics and war were for other people, and he had made a good living avoiding it all. The only reason they were on board the Spark of Nen was by complete accident, trying to avoid authorities. Some of Krink's very valuable, very illegal sonic weaponry currently rested snuggly in a hidden compartment in their ship. A sensor reading from a passing customs vessel limited his options.
"I got one, mi'lady." He stepped forward and held up his hand. Krink, thankfully, remained silent. "Those are big ships. How do you propose we steal it?"
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Post by Linuy Findos on Apr 19, 2019 4:39:50 GMT -8
Seeing the man, who stepped further, Senator Findos eyed him closely for a second, before she would give an answer. It was luckily one, which she already knew would be asked, therefore she was able to switch the picture on the holocron monitor again, showing a smaller version of a cruiser entering the Utapau system.
"We count on the fact that Captain Hatoo is officially a missed captain within Separatist services and that he can convince his superiors of having accquired this cruiser by the means of other Separatists", she then explained, "Our main advantage is that their harbour command will hardly be able to check whether he speaks the truth or not as everyone else is occupied with defending the system from outer threats. With some luck they even have the droids check the situation, which will only benefit us. Noone would suspect a fellow Neimoidian to turncoat on eachother."
"While on the surface we will infiltrate one of the core ships in order to get access to their bridge", the captain added with a nod, "Here the actual dangerous part of the mission will begin as we have to reach the bridge before the bridge command realizes the threat and mobilizes all droids on board - not to mention that we can't let them warn the rest of the planet!
We will be able to reach it fast, since the interior design hasn't changed since the days of the Clone Wars too much, but once we're there, we are able to hijack the first Lucrehulk. Whether we can obtain another one... hard to answer and depending on the current situation. Once we have taken controll of the bridge though, nothing can really stop us from leaving into orbit while connecting with the ring section there. At there our cover has been blown most likely, but since we have command over the droids on board as well, we will be able to stirr up enough confusion with our transmitters in order to keep their star fighters busy with eachother. Basically we can buy enough time by fighting them with their own weapons."
"While we will hopefully have left the system by then without any major problems", Linuy added,
"A Lucrehulk-class ship is a durable fortress, but not invincible. Most of the plan counts on the surprise moment, so it is a bold move from our side - yet one, where we have the moment of surprise on our side. We only need a minimal ammount of men to hijack these ships, which is also the reason why I would prefer them to join our side. They are perfect for fighting back the First Order with a minimal ammount of manpower. "
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Ignus
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Post by Ignus on Apr 19, 2019 9:21:27 GMT -8
The human's bushy eyebrows rose as the slug-face talked. The stories he had heard about the oversized grubs did not involve a sense of loyalty as a species, but a culture of greed and status. Perhaps these two were different; they were looking to work against the First Order, after all. He would reserve outward judgement and continue hating everyone in this thoughts.
"Well, sounds like you have it all figured out. No need for a miserable old man and his pet," Ignus announced quickly and turned, only to find Krink standing right behind him and staring at him intensely. The winged insect let out a series of snaps and clicks. Ignus flinched at what was obviously a dressing down. The geonosian even shoved a leathery finger in the human's chest. Krink finished his tirade with a irritated flicker of his impressive wings.
Ignus turned around sheepishly. "Krink wants me to make it clear that he is not a pet."
Another angry squawk from behind.
"He also wants it known that we both will help you. He understands how to fight droids like you wouldn't believe, given that his planet manufactured the majority of them. Where Krink goes, I go. If he wants to help, then you got two for the price of one."
Ignus raises a stern finger. "But I expect to be paid handsomely for my help!" A pause. "So, where do you need us?"
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Post by Linuy Findos on Apr 24, 2019 11:10:44 GMT -8
Somewhat amused, Linuy Findos smiled briefly before getting serious again. True, a lot of the men, they hired weren't probably the most expierienced folks, but well... she neither expected all of the volunteers to be professionals.
"Well the plan sounds simple, but it will be complicated nontheless, so any help is appreciated", she merely responded towards Ignus and his Geonosian companion, "Even if it needs only a small crew to actually maneuver a Lucrehulk core ship into space, I fear that we will not only depend on pilots, but on manpower in general - while there is always an aftermath, once we accomplished our mission."
"IF we even accomplish it!", Captain Hatoo added warningly, before adressing everyone in the room serious, "I, for once do it, because I am sick to what state the galaxy has fallen. My homeworld is occupied by the First Order and neither the Galactic Alliance nor the Grand Confederacy could keep their promise of returning freedom to the galaxy. My fellow Neimoidians and Senator Findos agreed to the mission, because they will risk anything to change the status quo in hopes that we can abolish these shackles, which bind us - yet I want to remind anyone here, that there is always the possibility of us failing within our mission."
A brief pause was made, where the female Neimoidian nodded, though looking still confident.
"We will start the mission within the next hours, as time is key", she then added, "Therefore, I can reason it if not everyone will accompany us on this trip because of second thoughts. Yet, if you can reason why we're doing this and for what we're fighting, you're welcome."
Although she didn't meant Ignus in special, she nontheless eyed him for a brief moment, while the crowd was so far nodding and remaining silent. Some of the recruits would probably leave, but given their reaction it wouldn't be many. Linuy had noticed that the majority of the crew could agree more with Captain Hatoo's cold honesty than with an inspiring speech, which would lie about the circumstances.
No, this would certainly be a suicide mission!
But one, which was worth it, if it succeeded!
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Post by Ga’ab Solomon on Apr 26, 2019 21:14:32 GMT -8
The Lambda Class Shuttle, "Axe of Ur'kruk" reverted to real-space along with a squadron of 12 Z-95 Headhunters that followed in escort formation. The Lengthy journey from Gamorr to Christophsis and then up the Corellian Run to Corellia had almost been unbearable. Ga'ab's emotions had been in such turmoil that he had been unable to to sink into the unifying force. Only after a full day of intense meditation had he been gifted but mere glimpses. What little he had seen, a Nebulon B frigate split in half in an unfamiliar star cluster, had left him feeling hollow. He had spent the rest of the trip pacing and stewing in his own thoughts.
"Keep your weapons powered down. Stay in formation and don't provoke the locals." Ga'ab reminded his motley crew of Headhunter pilots.
"What is our plan?" Asked Riel silently within his mind.
Ga'ab's hands clutched the shuttle's steering column as he angled his ship towards the large, blue green world of Corellia. "Land, refuel, resupply and make contact with a mercenary company that specializes in search and rescue. We have 500,000 thousand peggats in hard currency to work with." Replied Ga'ab aloud. He had always found it easier to speak to the AI embedded within his brain, rather than 'think' at it.
"We should let the peons deal with the resupply." Suggested the AI. "We shouldn't trust them with too much currency."
Ga'ab would have rolled his eyes if not for the cybernetic implants that obscured his face. Instead he comm'd Corellia's Orbital Control. "This is the Axe of Ur'kruk and accompanying Tusk Squadron flying in escort. We request landing coordinates for our ships at a reputable docking facility that can offer refueling services on a tight schedule."
"And how many times do I need to say that using the shuttle's name in a broadcast to Orbital control is tantamount to suicide. How easy do you think it would be for Tenloss Syndicate investigators to make a connection between our ship being here and a mercenary company being hired to rescue a frigate full of former Ryn slaves?!" Riel chastised him for the umpteenth time. Ga'ab knew that fundamentally Riel was right... He was leaving himself, his current allies, and future plans all terribly exposed. While statistically unlikely, it was possible for a shrewd and lucky hunter to make such a connection. This would put the burgeoning shadow port of Jugsmuk station in jeopardy and bring the wrath of the Tenloss Syndicate down on Matron Kufbrug and the Gamorreans whom he had begrudgingly grown fond of. "There wasn't time and you know it. The Ryn are an important asset, one that we've invested considerably in."
"You're friendship with Rygal is clouding your judgement. Gabriel would have acted with more tact, subtlety and strategy."
Ga'ab gritted his teeth, hoping for a quick response to save him from the maddening conversation. "Don't lecture me on what the progenitor would have done." He said darkly.
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