Kronos Marek
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Post by Kronos Marek on Feb 6, 2015 18:10:10 GMT -8
*Kronos smiled at seeing his beloved home world from orbit for the first time. He had been in space before, yet he had been doing piloting exercises and never had a chance to really look. He made sure to look this time. He had never left his home planet. It would be a unique experience. He would miss Corellia though. His time spent abroad would be good, but he planned to return - unless the Force had other plans for him. Nala and Ael Jade had been notified of his leaving, and had approved of his desire to seek his own calling he would miss them both - especially Nala who had become a good friend to him.
Kronos peered through the window of the shuttle. Corellia stood like a jewel in its orbit.* "Until next time." *Kronos spoke to Corellia as the star lines of hyperspace appeared taking him to his new destiny.*Continued Here
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Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on May 3, 2015 16:15:41 GMT -8
Jaecyn's fighter drops from hyperspace, having taken a circuitous route from Honoghr. It had been quite a while since he was last here, so it was intriguing to see what changes may have come up in his absence. Cruising in, he calls in with his request, with the hopes that he can rekindle old ties.
Corellia Approach, Steel Actual. On approach to academy, approach angle shallow, requesting clearance to land. Condition alpha one. How copy?
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on May 5, 2015 16:37:27 GMT -8
This is Corellian Flight Control, your course is noted and approved. Look out for the incoming passenger liner off your port bow. Enjoy the weather and have fun at the Academy.
The voice cut off just as the current operator took a large gulp of stimcaf and looked over at the wall chronometer. He had two point five hours left in his duty shift. He looked back at his panel of instruments. "Steel Actual"---he hadn't run across that one before, but if he was a betting man, the pilot was military. Or wanted to be. One never could really tell these days. Doubtless the Academy would sort it out.
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Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on May 6, 2015 9:34:41 GMT -8
This is Corellian Flight Control, your course is noted and approved. Look out for the incoming passenger liner off your port bow. Enjoy the weather and have fun at the Academy.
The voice cut off just as the current operator took a large gulp of stimcaf and looked over at the wall chronometer. He had two point five hours left in his duty shift. He looked back at his panel of instruments. "Steel Actual"---he hadn't run across that one before, but if he was a betting man, the pilot was military. Or wanted to be. One never could really tell these days. Doubtless the Academy would sort it out. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2015 19:04:31 GMT -8
Corellia. A planet with a long, vast and expansive history. The planet had even been the birthplace of historical icons such as Wedge Antilles and the smuggler turned New Republic General, Han Solo. From orbit, though the tale of this lazily spinning blue and green orb could not be told. It was vibrant and its atmosphere seemed to glow a fantastic yellow-white color, caressed in the warmth of its sun. The vast blue oceans and green landscapes screamed that they were teaming with life. Just an overwhelming essence of goodness and light seemed to radiate outward from it.
But oftentimes that was merely a sign of something else that may lay in hiding. Building its strength until that one day that it reveal its dark and evil plan. No matter the goodness in the aura that an area might give, there would always be some kind of darkness within. Sihnyad knew this, having been trained to that scope by his former master in Zayne Tokare, and with those lessons learned, he would now allow himself to be "blinded by the Light" to say.
As the YV-666 Light Freighter now drifted into an orbit above the planet, the Jedi Knight controlling the craft opened a comlink to the Orbital Control Force. For many years this place had been his home. Since before the Yuuzhan Vong had attacked his birthplace on Rendili; this had been the place he'd been brought to as a child to learn the ways of the Force and now he was returning home to it. Corellia Control, this is Jedi Knight Sihnyad Onasi requesting permission proceed planetside. Over.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2015 20:18:53 GMT -8
Setting his crossword puzzle aside when the beeping of an incoming transmission alerts him to the fact he'll need to get back to work, the Rodian laces his thin suction-cup tipped fingers together, stretches his arms out in front of him, then adjusts his headset and leans forward to check out the data scrolling across his screen as he opens a channel to the YV-666 freighter and clears his throat before saying, Standby for clearance please Knight Onasi. Over. Closing the channel for a moment, the Rodian performs the routine security checks to make sure that Onasi's freighter is registered to him and has no outstanding warrants or red flags, and then once he has confirmed that there are no obvious reasons to deny the Jedi Knight's request, reopens the comm channel after consulting his boards to find a slot in the incoming traffic patterns to put the freighter in, and says, You have been cleared to proceed planetside, Knight Onasi. Sending a datapacket to the freighter with the flightpath it has been assigned, the Rodian says, Your assigned flightpath has been transmitted, please adjust your course accordingly and begin your descent. Corellian Control out.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Aug 16, 2015 3:50:47 GMT -8
The room was pure white with shiny sterile surfaces and extremely bright surfaces. The medi droids had covered her chest and pelvis with white sheets in order to maintain dignity but still she felt far too exposed and vulnerable, more so because of her bizarre situation.
The droids moved around her with great efficiency while they cleaned, stitched and dressed her wounds, they had tried to give her a dose of strong painkillers to enable them to clean the worst of all her wounds but Kali had refused. This was not as a show of strength or even that she had a high pain threshold, it was done as a way of wanting to prevent her sense or thought processes from being dampened in any way.
She needed to be fully aware of everything that was being said and done, more so for when he came and found her as he said he would.
As one of the droids moved to her left side it moved with it a stand which held equipment, solutions and dressings, just to observe everything that was happening Kali looked down at the tray out of curiosity only and spotted a scalpel lying amongst all other items. It was then that the flitting thought occurred to her and she decided to act upon it.
Stretching her hand out, she grasped hold of the scalpel and hid it in her right hand down by her side, with her left side facing the door of the room she hoped that he would be unable to see it and then if and when the time came, she would at least have something that she would be able to use to help try and free herself from this situation she found herself in.
Still she had no idea what or why this was happening nor who he was. The brief explanation he had given to her and the three hooded figures had not made things clear enough for her liking. All she did know was that this being had wiped her mind and she had passed some kind of test. He thought of them as repugnant and wished to enslave them. Well Kali did not wish to be enslaved and despite knowing nothing of herself, she did not feel repugnant and she would not allow it. She knew she just needed to be try and be very clever about it all, hopefully more so then he was. There was another question flitting around her mind and this was... phase one of what? What was to happen at the end of the last phase?
For now all she could do was lay there and wait for him to join her, there was little she could do while in orbit…unless she was able to kill him at least.
Turning to the droid to her left as the other worked on her most severe of wounds, she decided to try and found out at least who he was. Speaking through grit teeth she spoke to it.
Who does this ship belong to? Who is the one that bought me here? Tell me all you know!
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Post by Bedrovelse Hevn on Aug 16, 2015 5:04:32 GMT -8
Hevn sets the autopilot to follow traffic as needed and take them to the edge of Corellian space. The credentials of the mining ship pass orbital security. A "refuelling" visit.
Bedrovelse rises from his seat to walk toward the infirmary. His boots clap through the mostly empty ship an echo. Kali's voice barked out ahead. As the doors hiss open Hevn stares in cool contempt at the girl. He silently steps to his right toward her face. He stops more than six steps from her bed. His chuckle was a deep sound beneath the whine of the droids voice.
This ship belongs to the Coruscanti Mining Organization. You brought yourself through those doors moments ago. I know over sixteen thousand different medical operations. Let me begin with..
.."Enough."
The droids face drew to Hevn's and halted it's work on her wounds. His eyes did not focus on it, but on Kali. A fierce storm of thought brewed behind his eyes.
"This is the part where I talk and you listen."
Her wounds were savage and awful. Dealt expertly with a blade of too many possible varieties. It was intentional somehow, but he couldn't imagine why. This was not done by his hand or his order. There could have been an adverse reaction to the dosage of cleansing he gave her. In which case they shared that dangerously in common. If someone did it to her he did not know who could have been waiting at the drop. He didn't know how she got so far away from it in the first place. Taken, perhaps?
His voice is low and cool, assisted by his cybernetics.
"I did not inflict you with those wounds. That is, unless my spell resulted in releasing some inner troubles you might have....and causing you to do it to yourself. You were much farther from the drop than I anticipated. Were you kidnapped? Did you slay your captors? I deal pain as punishment, not for handicap. I will answer your questions if you can choose thoughtful ones. I do not care to be badgered to annoyance. Please, tell me what you can remember."
The ship arrives at the edge of Corellian orbit and leaps into hyperspace.
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Post by Kali Helaine on Aug 16, 2015 5:33:32 GMT -8
Kali was listening to intently to the words of the droid that she had not heard the footsteps of her captor approaching the door to the room. It was not until the doors opened that she had realised he was here, his barking order had made her jump and look immediately in his direction. Rising to a sitting position and pulling the sheets up to her neck and wrapping it round her she shifted off the edge of the bed, thus stopping the droid on her right completing the dressing off her wound.
Keeping the gurney between herself and Hevn, she stepped back and hoped that the scalpel remained concealed enough in her hand. She knew if she were to look down toward her hand he would be more than likely inspect where he gaze aimed, so to try and be a little more clever, she began to try and wind a slip of the sheet around her hand to cover the blade of the scalpel that was outside of her grip.
Hevn
"I did not inflict you with those wounds. That is, unless my spell resulted in releasing some inner troubles you might have....and causing you to do it to yourself. You were much farther from the drop than I anticipated. Were you kidnapped? Did you slay your captors? I deal pain as punishment, not for handicap. I will answer your questions if you can choose thoughtful ones. I do not care to be badgered to annoyance. Please, tell me what you can remember."
Stepping back and leaning her pelvis against a work surface for support, she looked upon his face and made a conscious effort to keep her voice level to try in an attempt to disguise her unease, nervousness and vulnerability.
I remember nothing other than waking up on the plains beside a small holding outside the city of which we have just left. I woke on the ground with these injuries. I remember nothing else. Who are you? The phase you referred to when you dragged me here….She could feel her voice rising out of anger and frustration and tried to reign in back in and took a deep breath….you mentioned we had completed the first phase, phase of what?
Adjusting her stance lightly with a small shift of her feet, Kali bent over slightly and grit took a deep breath again, this time to try and shift her extreme discomfort from her mind.
Who are you to take me, wipe my memory and try and try to enslave me? Who was I before you did this to me? What are your intentions?
Her irritation was clear in her voice now, she bit her bottom lip in an attempt to stop herself from saying anything more, her physical discomfort and need for nicotine was now loosening her tongue and she needed to control herself.
Looking up at him again she asked one more question out of desperation…
Do you have a vape or a cigarette? I am dying here!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2015 20:29:29 GMT -8
The Draenor made its way into orbit of Corellia, the ship having only needed to traverse the system from Talus and thus had not used its hyperdrive to get here. Already the comms officers were transmitting the friendly codes that had been supplied to them as the Lucrehulk maintained an orbit of the planet, before the CR90 Corvette known as The Shadowmoon exited one of the hangars, loaded with a handful of Th'tremsi warriors that would be garrisoned at the Corellia temple. As the Corvette made it's approach, Aellemere opened a line with orbital control, since it was the proper thing
Corellia Control, this is The Shadowmoon, requesting permission to land at the Corellia Temple
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2015 18:22:59 GMT -8
The Gran Orbital Control Officer sets his mug of stimcaf down as the incoming comm that has been routed to his station comes through, and then begins examining the data that has begun to scroll across his screen as he opens a channel to the Lucrehulk and says, Please maintain your current position Shadowmoon, and standby for clearance. Closing the channel, the Gran swivels in his seat to open a second channel to the Jedi Academy outside Coronet to relay the request to their hangar, and then swivels again to check Sector Ranger, CDF and CorSec alert lists to ensure there are no red flags for The Shadowmoon or similar vessels.
Once he has received clearance from the Jedi Academy to direct the Lucrehulk to their hangar, the Gran checks the available flight paths to the academy, and after finding one and preparing a datapacket for transmission, re-opens the comm channel to The Shadowmoon to say, You have been cleared to proceed to the academy hangar, Shadowmoon. Sending the datapacket, the Gran continues, A datapacket has been sent with your assigned flight path, please adjust your heading and begin planetfall. Welcome to Corellia, Orbital Control out, the Gran adds before closing the comm channel and rubbing his neck with one thick fingered hand while taking a sip of stim-caf with the other.
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Post by Picas Dixon on Oct 13, 2015 1:11:55 GMT -8
From the Eastern Outer Rim, from a planet ruined through war, came an incoming transmission aimed for Corellian Engineering Corporation. On the calling end was Jensen Lorgo, and he had an order to place, after mistakiingly placing it with Kuat Drive Yards instead. The message was not via the holonet, but rather through a standard data transmission. What came through was text, not a holomessage.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2015 18:27:46 GMT -8
*A small ripple appeared across the horizon of space, distorting the stars for a brief second before YT-2400 freighter dropped out of hyperspace. The ship dropped its speed and set itself into orbit around the planet.*
::Corellia control, this is Jonas Creel of the Reliant. Requesting permission to land in Coronet city. How do you copy?::
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2015 1:13:36 GMT -8
With clearance received, The Shadowmoon adjusted its course as per the information in the data packet and made it's approach down to the Corellian Jedi Academy
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2015 14:02:03 GMT -8
*A small ripple appeared across the horizon of space, distorting the stars for a brief second before YT-2400 freighter dropped out of hyperspace. The ship dropped its speed and set itself into orbit around the planet.*
::Corellia control, this is Jonas Creel of the Reliant. Requesting permission to land in Coronet city. How do you copy?::
Once she has all in order, the Weequay transmits the flight path to the YT as she re-opens the comm channel and says raspily, Reliant, you have been cleared to make your way to Coronet. Please adhere to the assigned flight path, and welcome to Corellia. Enjoy your stay. |
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Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on Dec 8, 2015 17:20:41 GMT -8
Riddick's E-Wing made a fast flight up from the surface, expertly weaving through the aerospace traffic hanging over the planet. Coordinates were set, and just before he had made the required distance for a jump, he contacted Corellia's overall traffic control.
Tower, Viper Actual, thanks for the stay. See you next time.
With that, Riddick jumped at his fighter's best speed for his intended destination.
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Kel'Al Raganella
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Jan 5, 2016 21:18:47 GMT -8
=Theomiir Starstrider=
Piloted by Jedi Knight Theomiir Starstrider, a nearly new Corellian G9 Rigger-class freighter climbed from the outskirts of Coronet to break through Corellia's atmosphere. Achieving escape velocity and clearing the planet's gravity well, Theo set his navicomputer course for Arkania, and made the jump to lightspeed. As the starlines outside his viewports collapsed into the brown nothingness of hyperspace, he turned his attention back to Master Raganella's data about Arkania's destruction, committing it all to memory.
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Jan 17, 2016 23:13:11 GMT -8
From the depths of space, a battered fleet, bearing a series of Republic IFFs, plunged out of hyperspace. The scars upon the various hulls were very evident; deep wounds that tore massive gashes into the very skin of each vessel present. Any monitoring the fleet could easily find out its designation, the Battlegroup Pertinax of the Galactic Republic's Core Fleet. Or rather, what remained of the battlegroup. Slowly, the fleet moves for the friendly space of Corellia.
Upon the bridge of the flagship, the Duros Rear-Admiral, Zamed, oversees reports of further damage upon entry into Corellia's space. Various reports of hull weakness and weapon power outages roamed across his fleet. Even some engines were down for the count on some ships. The Rear-Admiral sighed, rubbing his head slightly. His eyes turned to the communication officer, waving for him to initiate an open-hailing communication with Corellia.
This is Rear-Admiral Zemad Zhundilt of the Battlegroup Pertinax, formerly attached to the Galactic Republic's Core Fleet. We required immediate assistance from Corellia's shipyards and refuge. I repeat, we require immediate assistance from the Corellian government. Please respond, Corellia.
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Post by Gand on Jan 18, 2016 9:46:05 GMT -8
Meanwhile, in a much less disruptive portion of the planet's commercial traffic lanes...
The YT-2000 that now approached the planet would appear to most to be the factory-standard flat gray coloration, but if one could see into the ultraviolet spectrum would instead appear as the very epitome of the term "hotrod". Iridescent flames would seem to dance around the cockpit and forward-facing prongs, growing into long thin streaks that ran the length of the ship.
Orbital control, this is YT-2000 Light Freighter "Chameleon", requesting Coronet docking authorization.
The ship's ID had been a blank burner until a few hours prior, a false history complete with previous dockings maintained by the Bureau of Ships and Services all set up and ready, simply waiting for an ID to be assigned. The Gand had decided that simply naming the ship Chameleon would be the least suspicious way to slip the word into the transmission, and he assumed someone on the other end was listening in and would alert his partner to his arrival.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 19:22:41 GMT -8
This is Rear-Admiral Zemad Zhundilt of the Battlegroup Pertinax, formerly attached to the Galactic Republic's Core Fleet. We required immediate assistance from Corellia's shipyards and refuge. I repeat, we require immediate assistance from the Corellian government. Please respond, Corellia.
As her Star Destroyer was nearest to the initial point where the Republic IFFs had appeared to announce the arrival of the Republic's Battlegroup Pertinax, CDF Maj Gen Lilia Herriton was charged with managing the situation until such a time as what, precisely, the unplanned arrival meant and the necessary course of action from that point onward could be decided upon. Lilia's first action was, in lieu of the fact Pertinax - last known to have been engaged in battle with Imperial forces in Foerost's orbit - could very well be pursued by hostile forces, to notify the other vessels in the CDF's orbital defense forces of the possibility they may come under attack. Lilia the deploys her XJ7s and B-wings while also ordering the nearby CDF CR90, the Ianthe, to assume battle readiness.
The initial communication from Pertinax's flagship does little to dispel Lilia's sense of looming crisis, though it does inform her that the crisis is, perhaps, not as immediate as she had initially feared. After instructing her XO to determine who they will need to establish contact with in the Corellian government in order to expedite the rear-Admiral's request, Lilia has her comms officer open a secure channel to the flagship and says, This is CDF Major General Herriton of the Star Destroyer Eurybia, Rear Admiral. We copy your request for assistance from our shipyards and refuge, and are contacting the proper authorities within Corellia's government now in order to receive further instruction. Hold your present positions and standby for further communication.
Fortunately for all involved, the wheels of Corellia's government move more swiftly than such wheels often turn, and it is not long before Lilia is able to inform Rear Admiral Zhundilt that his requests have been granted; after which she sends him the various coordinates to which he can move his Battlegroup to so that his ships can be repaired at one of Corellia's two Cardan III-class space stations, and where he and his men can also be transported to Coronet to find temporary quarters in which to rest and recuperate from their travails. Zhundilt is also informed that, once he has been situated in Coronet he will be met shorty thereafter by representatives of Corellia's government to discuss his situation further. Orbital control, this is YT-2000 Light Freighter "Chameleon", requesting Coronet docking authorization.
After performing the routine checks against CDF, CorSec, and other databases to see if the YT's name or ID raise any red flags, and finding nothing that appears to be of concern or out of the ordinary, the Rodian finds an open slot in incoming civilian traffic patterns to fit the Chameleon into, and then re-opens the comm channel to say, You have been cleared to make your way to the spaceport in Coronet, Chameleon. Flight path has been assigned and sent, please adjust your course and begin your descent now. Have a nice day! |
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