Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Apr 26, 2019 22:06:48 GMT -8
"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."
His thoughts were interrupted by a communication from a recently arrived Lambda Class Shuttle and a squadron of Headhunters. A strange arrival that wasn't scheduled from what he recalled. Braganti listened to the transmission before speaking with the nearest refueling station and the Corellian Security Force on the matter. Once all was arranged, a transmission was returned.=Admiral Braganti Gates= This is Admiral Braganti Gates of the warship, Shadowstar. You have been cleared by Coalition Security Force, in agreement with CorSec, to land and utilize Fueling Station R-75. Please adhere to local Corellian law and Coalition jurisdiction. Sending coordinates now.Coordinates were soon transmitted to the shuttle and its escort. |
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Ignus
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Post by Ignus on Apr 27, 2019 8:07:18 GMT -8
Ignus processes the slug-face's speech. He is certainly not one for dying over someone else's spilled blue milk, and he opens his mouth to say so when he notices Krink. The Geonosian warrior-turned-friend looks at him intensely. Though it took months for Ignus to understand the clicks and clacks of the bug's language, there needs to be no words said to understand what Krink is thinking.
"This isn't just about the First Order, is it?" he asks. "It's about righting the wrongs that the Geonosians helped bring upon the galaxy. Your people helped cement the Empire's rule and designed a weapon that murdered billions. That Empire has morphed into the First Order."
Ignus pauses. He didn't realise the racial shame was so deeply felt. Perhaps it is because Krink has been away from his hive, seeing the galaxy. He has a new perspective, now.
His shoulders drop; seemingly resigning to the fact that this job may well be his last. He focuses on the Neimoidians again. "I reiterate; I want handsomely paid! But... you have our services."
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The Red Baron
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Post by The Red Baron on Apr 29, 2019 12:57:24 GMT -8
Graft had for the most part been talking with his XO in the back of the room, listening casually to the discussion at hand. He and his fighter squadron had shown up primarily because they didn't have anything else to do. Most of the people here seemed to know their way around either a Senate debate or a blaster rifle, though he could see one or two who had most likely seen some space combat. The Nemoidian looked typical of her species, although admittedly she was clearly not as pompous and elitist as the rest of her species tended to be, seeing as the Senator was interacting with the other people in the room without the typical air of disgust. It was an audacious plan, and it was certainly amateurish. The second the alarm was raised, waves of fighters would be sent to attack the Lucrehulk and destroy it. Droids would rather see their vessel destroyed than fall into the hands of an enemy. Although he was technically a Rebel pilot, this group seemed as devoted as his own group to fight the First Order. So perhaps he could aid in the attack. He turned to his right hand, who nodded. Standing up, he spoke in such a voice that it could be heard through the bridge. The red Rebel crests glinted on his helmet, leaving no doubt as to what his allegiances were.
"My squad and I volunteer for this mission."
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Post by Linuy Findos on May 5, 2019 8:49:26 GMT -8
Noticing that others followed the call after it was made clear what would await the crew on board of the Spark of Nen, Linuy gave Ignus the calmest smile a Neimoidian could possibly do with his Duros facial features.
"Don't worry about the payment", she promised him, "As a senator in exile I can afford the costs and probably more, so... we'll be fine on that side."
Eventually she noticed that there was someone else among the pilots, who had joined up with the crew and told her that he would support them. The red on his helmet somewhat reminded her of something she had heard, back when the Senate on Mon Calamari was still standing... yet she forgot what it actually was.
However, she still approached him.
Then we will gladly welcome you aboard, she answered him friendly, "Additional pilots on such a mission can be very useful. And as I see, you have served within the Alliance as well to some point - though correct me if I am mistaken."
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Post by Linuy Findos on May 8, 2019 5:27:10 GMT -8
As it was made sure that everyone on board was prepared for the mission, the Spark of Nen eventually left the Corellian docks, leaving the system via hyper space. Although the journey would be long, it would nontheless reach at some point it's destination:
Utapau
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on May 10, 2019 16:07:26 GMT -8
Word had already been sent to the crew still aboard Endless Salvation, that they would need to depart immediately. The shuttles carrying Lynne, Ga’ab Solomon, and the rest of the ground crew docked with the ship, already prepped for departure. It was a bit of a walk to the bridge from the docking tubes on the midsection, but Lynne strode into the command deck to a chorus of "ma'am" and salutes. It was good to be back. Lynne took a seat in her captains chair, looking out the view port. Monslo was aloud on the bridge, though under the surreptitious watch of Major Tethras. =Helmsman=Do we have a heading, Captain? Lynne would then look to Mr. Monslo and assent to the coordinates given by him.
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Ga’ab Solomon
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Post by Ga’ab Solomon on May 11, 2019 7:52:45 GMT -8
Following Captain Jameroo to the bridge, Ga'ab remained silent. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of a macabre kinship with Rygal. The same corridors Ga'ab was traversing would be mirrored on Rygal's Nebulon B-Frigate. As he stepped onto the bridge he almost saw the mental images of Ryn cowering behind their stations in another place and time. He reached out with the force to try to capture the image, the feeling, and try to draw a connection between his fears and reality. However, the force remained illusive. When he tried to immerse himself, the images recoiled and quickly disappeared leaving him with a sense of frustration and confusion. If he couldn't find his center by the time they reached the Unknown Regions, there'd be little chance of ever finding the Ryn.
Ga'ab had absentmindedly stayed within Captain Jameroo's vicinity as her guest on the bridge, however he did not immediately respond to her query.
"Mr. Monslo?" She repeated with a bit more volume to her voice.
Ga'ab jerked his head in surprise and embarrassment. "My apologies captain. Could you repeat the question?"
"We need a destination to begin the mission."
"Ahh yes... Um, Roxuli would be the best place to start." Replied Ga'ab with a nod. "I also owe you an explanation about the condition and species of your patients and the potential threats that may await us. When we're safely in hyperspace I will do my best to explain the situation to you and your most trusted officers. I hope that you'll understand the need for absolute secrecy when I explain the mission."
Outside the Nebulon-B Frigate twelve Z-95 Headhunters escaped Corellia's atmosphere and formed up in loose formation alongside the larger ship.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Sept 9, 2019 10:05:47 GMT -8
A shuttle, from Corellia, carried Baron Gorgano and Doctor Lynne Jameroo to their fleets which were stationed above. Her people had been invited to wait for her on the Baron's flagship, Shadowstar, a Proficient-class Cruiser. Upon their approach, things were hustling and bustling within the hangar bay as the crews of his fleet prepared for their assignment to Froz. As he disembarks, Graemon notices one of his intelligence officers present.Lieutenant Hursk, what do you have on the situation over Froz?Hursk hands his superior various reports on the ongoing situation.A small remnant fleet is over the planet now. A severely damaged Republic-class Star Destroyer, escorted by a pair of Bothan Assault Cruisers. Long sensors that work for their fleet detect a pursuing fleet of two Imperial II-class Star Destroyers and several support vessels.Quite the fleet they would be facing, thought Graemon. The MC90s of his fleet would have their work cut out for them surely. Imperial IIs were an older design of the First Order Navy, but still potent. He was lucky that they weren't to face one of their state-of-the-art Resurgent-class Battlecruisers. After reviewing the reports that they had, Graemon turns to Lynne. For a moment, he forgot they were in a formal situation.Lyn-... Doctor Jameroo, have your fleet fall into formation with ours before we make the jump for Froz. Have your marines and starfighters be on standby. We will likely be jumping straight into a battlefield with this situation.His gaze remains on her for a moment. No words being said, but his expression clear as day for her. It was the expression of 'be careful' from one lover to another. The additional ships of her fleet would help tip the balance, including the damaged fleet in orbit over Froz. But they were going to be hit with an Imperial flotilla nonetheless. They needed to be ready.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Sept 9, 2019 12:33:30 GMT -8
Lynne was relieved to see Major Tethras waiting for her along side who she could only assume was the commander of her escort fleet. As Graemon and Lynne approached, they both snapped to attention and gave a salute, mostly to the C-Sec director, but Merrill shot Lynne a wink as they were put at ease. Lynne studied the Captain-of-the-Line for a moment, trying to size him up. His handsome frame had a distinct look, not unlike Graemon. He was a military man that carried the weight of many battles on his shoulders, but still held his head up high. She envied that in both men. Every battle that she fought in where she asked her people to put their lives on the line and make that ultimate sacrifice, it felt like she sank lower and lower. Now she had even more lives on the line and did not envy this first battle. But she listened to the exchange between her lover and Officer Hursk and steeled herself. Then she met Graemon's eye. The words were of strategy and battle plans, but what he said was for her to be safe. She gave a half smile to him.
=Lynne=
I'll go where I'm needed, though most of my fighters will need to fly escort for my ships making runs to the surface. But any we can spare are yours. She gave a nod to Daveed who returned it in kind, affirming that he understood her order.
=Daveed=
We will be ready for those Imps, sir, you've given me some capable ships and crew, we won't let you down. Either of you. The Bothens should be enough to keep the Salvation safe while my Liberator and Hammerhead can hit them where you need.
=Merrill=
I've met the new Marines and we'll be ready and able to repel any boarding parties, sir.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Sept 14, 2019 12:08:28 GMT -8
Garrick nods to the three who spoke to him.
Captain Hursk, go tell the Admiral to get us underway.
The C-Sec Officer salutes the Baron and proceeds to leave the hangar bay. The Fondorian takes a moment to look around the bay before turning to Lynne, Daveed, and Merill. He gestures to his own soldiers and marines that were getting their rifles checked and troop transports readied for departure.
Have a section of your men prepare for ground combat. I hear that the Froz natives as well as Galactic Alliance personnel are being under attacked by a legion of the Imperial Army. Reports of Stormtroopers and walkers have been told to me via High Command.
He looks at Daveed and Merill.
Do what you must and keep everyone safe. If you need support, you are free to speak with me directly or request support from any of my squadrons.
Lastly, he turned to Lynne.
We won't let those people die. We need this spark in order to keep going. To show the galaxy that the Coalition stands for freedom and democracy. To show the galaxy that we will not bow down to the Empire.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Sept 14, 2019 12:44:45 GMT -8
Merrill and Daveed nodded and gave sharp salutes to Graemon. Pausing for a moment, but after a look from Lynne, Merrill drug Daveed away toward the waiting U-Wing that would take them back to their fleets. This gave the Corellian Doctor and Fondorian Baron some amount of privacy. Lynne then turned a smiled at Graemon, he certainly knew where her priorities were in this mission. Reaching up she placed a hand on his cheek and stroked softly.
=Lynne=
I know we will. We will show this galaxy the power of compassion, and of helping others in need. This spark very well may start an unstoppable fire. If you need me, I'll be on the bridge, at least till the wounded start coming in. But someone will be able to reach me. Good luck, my love. And as they say, may the Force be with you!
She then rose up onto her tiptoes to give the man a kiss. It couldn't be long however before Merrill's voice called through the hanger.
=Merrill=
Put the Baron down. We have Imps to blast and GA GIs to save.
Letting go of the Baron Lynne gave him one last reassuring smile before turning and rushing to the open U-Wing. The side door slide shut and sealed before take off. Merrill explained that she had some of her commandos transferred to the Shield where they would be transported down with other Marines in the first run of the load lifters, while Daveed would task a squad of his E-Wings to handle the AT-ATs on the surface. After Daveed and Merrill got off on the Shield of Salvation Lynne was taken back to her ship. Once on the bridge she checked in with all the ships under her and Daveed's command. Once satisfied she opened up a channel to Graemon's flagship.
=Lynne=
All ships green. We'll follow you in.
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Graemon Gorgano
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Sept 25, 2019 9:34:39 GMT -8
Graemon could do nothing but smile, even though most of the crews were watching at this point. There was some whistling when Lynne rose up to kiss him, a romantic parting gesture before they ventured into the zone of battle. The Fondorian would wrap one strong arm around her as they kissed, causing even more whistling and clapping from the nearby crews. However, when they parted, the Baron would chuckled at Merill's comment. He looks at Jameroo before she departs.
Be safe, dear. And may the Force be with you too.
He watches as their shuttle departs, his gazing remained on the craft for a moment. Then the Baron got stern and serious as he turned to see his staff behind him, waiting. They immediately snapped to attention when they saw the gaze of their superior.
Have Admiral Braganti Gates prepare us to jump for hyperspace!
He commands one of the officers who salutes and rushes off to attend his duty. The other members of his staff were dismissed and proceeded to move to their designated stations. The marines were still being prepped, the starfighters were being fueled and armed, and the pilots briefed on their missions. Battle was coming and the air was tense as a result. Graemon had not seen combat for some time, but the Fondorian was confident with his skills.
On the bridge, Graemon would receive a communication from Lynne, giving the status of her fleet. The Baron looks out at empty space for a moment before gesturing forward. The alarms went off as Admiral Gates, on an open channel between the two fleets, gave the order to jump for Froz. Moments later, the cluster of ships vanished into hyperspace.
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Renzo Ostrenis
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Oct 30, 2019 15:42:39 GMT -8
"Send a message forward, using the codes befitting an admiral of the Alliance"
The said admiral was standing on the bridge, right in the aft, looking through the transparisteel windows. Before, as announced by the sensors, laid the heart of Corellia's system and, it seemed now, the budding remnant of the Gallactic Alliance. He was a ragged Duros, his hard eyes staring at the emptyness of space around the ship, with gleaming stars and starways covering the horizon. He looked tired, weary, but still driven by purpose. The crew pits were bursting with activity, all the machinery fully functional and at the peak of their power levels, in a record time after leaving hyperspace. Renzo always had favored eficiency. The crewsmen and women were of an eclectic sort, combining many alien races with humans, with would have looked off-place when the Oathkeeper was still an Imperial ship.
"Renzo Ostrenis, Admiral of the former Gallactic Alliance, speaking from the Oathkeeper on behalf of GAF93-03"
That was the official codename designating his fighting force in the old times, but the battered flotilla coming to the system was almost half it was before the fall of the Alliance. Ships had been lost in battles and skirmishes, blown to pieces by the enemy in several corners of this merciless galaxy. And some which remained were quite battered, like the Nebulon-B Companion, badly crippled when it defended its twin, the medical frigate Merciful, from a fateful encounter with a couple Pellaeons, that had almost proved fatal, a week past.
"Send it through the proper channels"
"Of course, admiral"
Said a dutiful togruta. Despite everyone wore the Alliance's uniform everyone sported a red band on the arm, signifying their allegiance to the Duros, who had kept their force together despite the troubled times. They mimicked the own ship they were tripulating, a retrofited Imperial-II, partly covered in red, though part of it looked burn and scorched from blasterfire and missile impacts. Still, no-one would mistake the Oathkeeper for a harmless ship, and it was up to date in ordnance and armament and an Imperial, no matter what, always was a force to be reckoned with. The flotilla, once comprising many ships, now only had the Oathkeeper, the twin Nebulons and four Blockade runners, one of which was in a pretty bad shape, anchored to other two and used more as another hospital and refugee ship. There had been substantial loses in this war, but at least most his commanding officers had remained more less unscathed, physically speaking. His albino MonCal commodore -and personal friend and companion-, Gallus Jehengir, was overseeing the reports of the fleet after leaving hyperspace, the fuel levels, ammunition, status of the wound and sick, etc.
Let's hope we did find a safe haven, at last.
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Post by Marcus Starmane [RETIRED] on Oct 30, 2019 16:18:18 GMT -8
As the fleet appeared upon the edge of the system, a pair of patrol drones had been dispatched to monitor the fleet's progress. Their limited scan capabilities gave back location information and exterior views of the vessels until the fleet started getting closer to Corellia. There, the more powerful sensors and scanners of the Golan Defence stations were able to get a read on their IFF's and better scans. The codes given by Admiral Ostrenis matched that of the Coalitions old GA database records, earning the fleet a safe passage closer to the planet. Docks at the Corellian Engineering Corp shipyards were being set aside as an Orbital Control officer opened a line back
Admiral Ostrenis of the Oathkeeper, the Corellian Coalition welcomes you. Please direct your vessels toward the Corellian Shipyards for repairs operations. Medical Teams are on standby with shuttles able to transport you and your people down to the surface. Prime Minister Starmane is waiting in the Capitol Tower in Coronet City to meet with you in person... Welcome home sir...
A datapacket was sent through to the Oathbreaker with information on the drydocks that were available for use by the battered fleet, along with directions on which shuttle would take the good Admiral down to the Capitol Tower to meet with the Prime Minister of the Coalition
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Renzo Ostrenis
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Oct 30, 2019 16:31:33 GMT -8
"The tripulation of the fleet send their kind regards and heartful thanks. We will dock in the earnest and touch surface"
He turns to one of the comm officers.
"Send them the specifications and codes of my freighter, I shall pilot myself"
The Duros nodded to the commodore.
"You shall have command in my absence"
"Sir, we shall prepare your escort"
"Of course. Commander Vin Taser and sarge Bargus are always a welcomed company"
He replied, formulaic and dry. More willing to preserve the appearance of normality brining a couple former GA guardsmen than actually needing the said bodyguards.
The fleet took a leisurely pace to the drydock, for the anchored ships moved slow and one of the Nebulons was basically limping, the engine slightly faltering after the last jumps in the starlane to Corellia. The ISD-II was sitting proudly in its place, brightly painted in red, albeit already fading, including a battered Alliance's phoenix, blurred by blasterfire. The other ships docked the best they could regarding their current status. Some of the ships, transports and medical frigate included, carried a sizable number of refugees, looking for a safe haven. Jehangir and the Oathkeeper's bridge's crew send a datapack to the Corellian authorities, detailing the fleet's numbers, specs and current necessities. Not too unhappy to finally land for a very long time, even for a Duros' standards, the admiral headed for the main ventral hangar, where his personal ship, the Restorer, awaited, with the two guards awaited calmly for the Duros to board and initiate take off.
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Renzo Ostrenis
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Nov 6, 2019 3:27:29 GMT -8
"Shield generators cappacity"
"Capped at 72% admiral"
"Okay. Call in the technicians. We have to reroute power. Send a request to the shipyards, we'll need their help figuring out the leak of power and repairing the conduits. Go on with..."
Ostrenis was looking down to the crew pit, where Jehangir was looking over the shoulder of a sargeant technician, reading the full reports of the ship's status on his console.
"Status of octuple batteries"
"Only 5 fully functional, 2 remain inoperative and the last one has a faulty targeting system"
"Tell the Corellians to send us two new turbolasers of proper caliber, Star Destroyer-class. I'm not going undergunned to battle and this ship diserves nothing less. Next, replace the whole circuitry of the last one and run through some simulation and tests. Levels A-132 to 324"
"Understood, sir, sending the request and the command"
"Fighter wings"
"The Eyebalss have suffered substantial loses. The commander reports that the fighters should be replaced entirely, the floating dust in Metellos damaged the wings and scrambled the engines. The others were able to mantain their numbers, they're in surprisingly good shape, including the Dying Suns"
The numbers ran through the screen. The reports of the commanders were precise and on point and certainly, they had gone through the skirmishes and battles surprisingly well. However, some of the squadrons had been replenished with the fallen Crix Madine's crews and surviving fighters.
"Alright. Engines. Hyperdrive and sublight"
"Fully functional and primed, sir. Maybe hyperdrive needs some very minor and unexpensive adjustments"
"Good. Inform of the rest of the fleet situation"
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The checks had taken most part of the morning, the Oathkeeper drydocked over Corellia. Renzo Ostrenis stood on the bridge's aft, looking through the windows to the bursting activity in the shipyards.
"Admiral, technicians want to know what to do about the red markings and the sigils"
"This was a flagship of the Gallactic Alliance, I would not get rid of the fiery phoenix that is our right, willingly, if it wasn't a necessity. This is, first and foremost, a ship of the Republic. However, such are the troubled times we live in. Send the decals we were given over by the Corellians, their own sigil is to replace our current on both sides"
"Aye, sir"
He watched how some remotedly-controlled drones, similar to those employed in firefighting, were spraying gray painting over predetermined areas, covering up the paintjob that made the old Imperial Star Destroyer unique. Ostrenis had no qualms with his foes knowing when exactly he was coming for them, this was a predatorial, threatening manouver, that was the sole purpose of painting his flagship red. But, now, he was restoring the destroyer's former appareance. The twin sigils that once brightly covered part of the ship's surface were mostly faded and barely distinguishable over the Oathkeeper's surface. Now they were being covered up, gone under layers of new paint, something the admiral considered shameful, but it was mandatory, the high command had been explicit in its demands: no Gallactic Alliance or Republican symbols had to be displayed openly. He sighed and walked away from the windows, hands clasped behing his back. However, in the bridge, in front of his command chair, there was still a bright sigil painted on the floor, the Corellians had said nothing about the ship's interior, so he indulged himself by keeping the roaring phoenix in place... He walked past it, to the elevator, the crew looking at him from their pits.
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"Renzo, the Corellian authorities have forwarded the data"
The voice sounded grave in the comm, the booming voice of the Mon Calamari was always distinctive, a voice that was made to be heard under water and not in the steel-laced walls of a destroyer. Ostrenis was in his private quarters, quite austere, but well-furbished.
"Thanks, friend"
He then proceeded to review the information. He had requested to know about the available ships for conscription in the fleet and their current status. He needed more ships if his flotilla was to be ready for battle, the current being slightly underpowered against what warlords or Imperials could field. The assortment of ships was... eclectic. There were many Corellian ships, including some of battle cruiser and destroyer status, but he had always thought that they should stick to making corvettes and light ships, for their more powerful models were either not enough or cumbersome in his eyes. So, he skipped those after a rather quick review. Then, things became more interesting when he reached MonCal designs: their shielding alone and their carefully designed estructures made them worthy ships.
"Ah, here"
He openned a subfolder. Dawn of Tranquility. MC90. Powerful ship. It had been drydocked for three months now, after reaching Corellia in a very sorry estate. It had survived an untimely encounter with an enemy fleet on its way here, but also the battle over Dac. She's a survivor. Desertion, battle and other factors had left it mostly crew-less, arriving barely operational to the system. It didn't even have a proper captain. Commander Rago Cosollis... yes. I think I do remember him, even if vaguely; he was asigned to Anoat sector. Force be with him, whenever he is now. This is a fitting ship. And it didn't have an asigned destination as of yet. The Duros allowed himself a slight smile as he sent the request for the ship to be transferred. Interestingly, the ship still had extensive tripulation quarters in the old MonCal style, with water tanks and pools.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Nov 6, 2019 17:17:46 GMT -8
Normally, when returning patients back to their home ships, Lynne wouldn't come aboard personally. Typically she'd transfer relevant medical data to the ships medical officer and then head off to her next of many tasks needed to be complete. But this time was different. Lynne had heard Admiral Ostrenis had wished to meet her. Now was as good a time as any. She stepped off the U-55 that had shuttled the crewmen and women back and sought out an officer so that they may inform the Admiral of her arrival and desire to meet. She looked far more presentable than she had during her last visit with such a high ranking individual. Her hair had grown out considerably in the past year and was usually kept up in a pony tail under her beret. She also now had a more presentable uniform. It's blue matched that of the Coalition and the red armband signified her role as medic, should any on the battlefield respect such conventions.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Nov 7, 2019 1:28:16 GMT -8
A white MonCal mal appeared with a couple guardsmen in Gallactic Alliance navy uniforms, all wore blue and gray bands in their arms, signifying their new allegiance to the Coallition.
"Doctor Jameroo, I greet you"
He offered her a large, fish-like hand.
"Lieutenant Commander Jehengir. Come with me, please"
The hangar bay was filled with many different shapes and sizes of starfighters, including a squadron of TIE Interceptors, K-wings, B-wings and X-wings. There also was an old freighter, Ostrenis' own ship. The MonCal stepped aside to let the doctor board the elevator, then he keyed the bridge on the pad.
"Don't let yourself be influenced by the harshness of his voice and his cold manners, the admiral is way softer than he likes to pretend. He genuinelly cares"
Said the alien, getting his white dome of a head close to the doctor's ear and whispering in it. He smiled, the small barbs in his chin twitching. The door slided to reveal the typical bridge of an Imperial Star Destroyer, save the admiral had installed a tactical command chair, like those in the bigger MonCal ships. There was a very prominent New Republic sigil painted on the floor. The crew pits were rather empty, as most men and women weren't on duty. The admiral was standing with his back turned to them, talking to a Twi'lek woman in a jumpsuit.
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Lynne Jameroo
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Post by Lynne Jameroo on Nov 8, 2019 11:20:46 GMT -8
Lynne deftly shook the Mon Cala's hand before following him.
=Lynne=
A pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant-Commander!
While this was her first time aboard a Star Destroyer, she was familiar with the former Imperial designs, being captain of a Nebulan-B. It was certainly bigger than her ship, especially the hanger. The woman couldn't help but giggle as the officer outed his CO as a softy. That was a good sign. After what many former GA members had been through, it would be easy for most to become hard and cold. As the door hissed open Lynne spotted the Admiral almost instantly. With the ship in dry dock, she was not surprised to see the lack of crew aboard, though it did make the large bridge feel empty. Lynne approached the Admiral, making sure her beret was sitting properly and waited politely for him to finish his conversation.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Nov 8, 2019 11:37:30 GMT -8
Jehengir cleared his throat with a small cought, in order to make their appareance known.
"That's all, commander Vengelbud"
He said, while handing a datapad to the Twi'lek, a flying ace and commander of quite a few pilots in the Star Destroyer's fighter wing. He turns to face the medic, both hands clasped behind his back. He was lanky and tall, his eyes were inscrutable and cold, red and without eyelids, almost bug-like. The admiral wore a long tactical coat with the identification of an admiral over the chest, a badge that still followed the code of the Gallactic Alliance; the worn coat also had a starbird on the right shoulder. He had no blaster or any weapon on himself.
"The medical officer... you're welcomed into the Oathkeeper's bridge. I'm grateful for your presence, Doctor Jameroo"
Ostrenis' eyes twitch for a second, like examining the woman.
"I called you here because we have thousands of refugees and I, to be honest, must be sure that they're well handled and thus wished to meet the woman in charge"
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