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Post by Landrin Starholder on Sept 8, 2014 16:09:52 GMT -8
Landrin jumps out of hyperspace into the Coruscant system. He had been to Coruscant once before, but had not seen it from orbit. He had a vision during that landing and experience told him he should be able to land safely this time. The city world was kind of overwhelming, but when he announced that he carried the new representative from Rodia he was transmitted special diplomatic landing codes and descended through the atmosphere toward the Senate building.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2014 1:45:41 GMT -8
The Argus and its Escort Freighter's exited hyperspace near the city planet of Coruscant, before they briefly moved into the incoming traffic lanes as they transmitted their Talus political codes. Once the codes were verified and their reason for visiting entered into the system, The trio of ships were directed along a new vector that took them down over Galactic City, towards the Jedi Temple
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Oct 14, 2014 5:26:50 GMT -8
*Allthough the fleet entered in battle fomation, it did not charge weapons, only shields.
Centurion I-III and Prefex I-III were the picket line, in horisontal lines by three, about two kilometers between each ship and each line, as a wall. Behind them were the four Victory I-s in the same fasion.
The Crete was randomly flying around amongs the ships, sensor jamming itself.
The fleet jumped out from the Hyperspace route leading to Caamas, the same way as any other homecoming fleet would do, outside the gravity well, but not too far away to not seem scared of anything. ANd most importantly, it had all the markings and IFF information of The House of Khar.
His Holyness himself was onboard the Ceasar, sitting in his impressive Command Throne, watching the screens in the bridge. His Admiral, standing lower on the literal bridge that went ower the miriad of officers slaving over consoles, Admiral Telli Savalas looked at his Lord.*-Telli Savalas- "Sir, Should we hail them?" "No need Admiral, I am sure they are curious to what we are doing here... and I rather talk to someone in charge then a rookie trying to wade through his handbook."
In truth? They were patrolling orbit.
One Vic I over every pole, and the Vic II patroling the spave over the senate, making sure nothing dangerous comes through there. There is also a CAP, six fighters constantly patrolling space over the senate and the goverment section, and a second CAP at random locations of 6 TIE Defenders, rest in alert position inside the Peleponessos.
One intresting thing happened though, but that got unnoticed from the medias standpoint. All the recon ships had arrived, and now, a single landing craft headed for the senate building, with the good admiral on it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2014 22:28:23 GMT -8
The civilian AA-9 Coruscant Freighter from Ralltiir to Coruscant appeared from hyperspace above the city-planet of Coruscant, colloquially known as "the Queen of the Core", fully loaded with some 30,000 passangers, with almost 28,500 innocent civilians acting as the perfect cover for which a little over 1,500 Imperial Storm Commando's, along with a handful of Imperial Knights, disguised as Bounty Hunters and Outer Rim travelers would use to bypass any Republic Fleets in orbit. Whereas many military commander's would have jumped into orbit, guns blazing to take on the fleet's in orbit before being able to land troops, General Zahn was amongst the small group smart enough to recognize the holes within his foes security net and exploit them. The Republic had been soo comfortable and confident in it's security and safety from foreign powers, that they had left their borders practically wide open to anyone, and so, their hubris would be their down fall. The Captain of the AA-9 Coruscant Freighter contacted local orbital control and transmitted the usual codes for civilian traffic, as he made his way along the same traffic lanes he always took when travelling to and fro between Coruscant and Ralltiir, as the AA-9 Coruscant Freighter made it's way down through Orbit and into the planet's Atmosphere, headed for the Galactic City Spaceport. For the time being, nothing out of the ordinary occured in Coruscant's orbit that would draw any attention
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2014 5:13:27 GMT -8
Despite the planning that had been done, The Fleet of the Imperial Storm appeared from hyperspace above Coruscant somewhat earlier than was expected, jumping in as close to the planet as their hyperdrives would allow, right above Galactic City in orbit. Although Vice-Admiral Aethyr knew that they were early, she had been ordered to proceed with the attack upon arrival and just hope that the Commando's were in position. So with that in mind, Aethyr pushed a button which sent a broadcast out on an open channel to Coruscant, using the moons of Coruscant to bounce the signal between them, whilst simulataneously ordering all stations to bring their shields and weapons to full charge. Meanwhile the following message was played, where possible with an image of a silhouetted person, and everywhere else with audio onlyPeople of Coruscant! Senators of the Galactic Republic! I am Morpheus, Leader of The Galactic People's Liberation Front, and today we have come to deliver the people's justice upon those corrupt leader's within this Republic! A member of their Military Committee publicly confessed to being behind the Mandalorian attack on Kuat, claiming that it was to protect Corellia! But how can we be sure that this is the extent of their crimes?! I charge you, where was the Republic when the Mandalorians attacked Carida? A planet within Republic borders! Where was the Republic when the Mandalorians attacked Yavin IV? where was the Republic forces when Sernpidal was struck down? and where was the Republic when Kuat was attacked? At every battle that the Mandalorians have been involved in, the Republic has had a distinct lack of presence, so I ask you to wonder, can we be sure that Crom'nen, Darma, and Cihlbar were not behind every attack the Mandalorians launched? Why is it, that the Jedi and Sith were the only one's that ever came to the people's aide? Further more, I ask you this, the Dark Tide was a non-hostile government, working to protect it's people, and yet the Republic used the Mandalorians to enact an unprovocated attack against Kuat, under the pretense that Corellia would have been the Mandalorians next target, but how can we be sure this is true? How can any citizen of this galaxy sleep in peace, when at any moment they might be the one's to take the fall for the supposed greater glory of the Galactic Republic? If you ask me, you can't! the Republic Senate strives only to give power to it's senator's and cares not for the good of it's people. Thousands of Republic Citizens have already been displaced from Carida, Thousands were killed on Sernpidal. No citizen of this galaxy is safe, so long as the Republic Senate remains as it is, today we take from the courage that the Empire once had to stand against those power hungry fiends within the Senate and stand seperate. But today, we take those whom would misuse and abuse you from power, to allow you, the people, to choose new leadership for the Republic, leadership that will better represent the people of this Republic! To the Jedi, I have this message: We will not fight you, so long as you do not interfere with the people's justice. You have faught valiantly to protect the people as best you can, let us, the people, pay you back and show those within the Republic that they cannoy get away with their crimes, not only against us, but against you. To Crom'nen, Darma, and Cihlbar: You can run, you can hide, but we will find you, and justice will be brought upon your heads!A shorter message of the silhouette person repeating "justice will be brought upon your heads!" was then flooded into the holonet, constantly bouncing the signal between the moonsMeanwhile, once the message was sent, The fleet activated their retrofitted 4x-Phantom short-range sensor jammer's located aboard each of the capital ships, along with the Frequency Jammer located aboard the Nebula-class Star Destroyer in a two-pronged electrical warfare attack to bring down not only the ability to communicate via the HNN, but also bring down their military communications and targetting systems. But that was not all that was going on, 50 TIE Interceptor's, belonging to Belphegor Squadron, Abaddon Squadron, Pythius Squadron, Baal Squadron, and Moloch Squadron, along with the 14 TIE Bombers of Legion Squadron were launched from the Nebula-class Star Destroyer known as The Warlord's Fist. Belphegor Squadron and Abaddon Squadron quickly broke free of the fleet to strike in a pair of arrow formations towards the 6 TIE Defenders doing a CAP over the senate district, meanwhile Pythius Squadron and Baal Squadron took their own arrow formations to strike at the second CAP of TIE Defenders. Moloch Squadron and Legion Squadron meanwhile maintained a close escort of The Warlord's Fist.
Meanwhile, The Warlord's Fist sat in the center of the formation, with the 4 Victory II-class Star Destroyer's code named Famine, War, Death, and Conquest holding positions to The Warlord's Fist starboard, port, bow and foretop. This was further supplemented by the 8 Lancer-class Frigates codenamed The Beelzebub, The Leviathan, The Asmodeus, The Berith, The Astaroth, The Verrine, The Gressil, and The Sonneillon, where The Beelzebub and The Leviathan were positioned to the port and starboard of Conquest, The Asmodeus and The Berith to the port and starboard of Death, The Astaroth and The Verrine to the bow and foretop of War, and The Gressil and The Sonneillon to the bow and foretop of Famine. They were all in a fairly loose formation but they were concentrated above the Senate district of Galactic City was the Victory II-Class Star Destroyers known as Peleponessos II, and it was towards this ship that the entire fleet put full engines towards, with the Nebula firing a volley of 20 Heavy Dual Turbolasers, 20 Turbolasers, and 4 Concussion Missiles alongside the 4 Victory II's combined 44 turbolasers, 44 Heavy Dual Turbolasers, and 20 Heavy Ion Cannons towards the Peleponessos II. The Lancer-class Frigates meanwhile remained on standby, along with Moloch Squadron and Legion Squadron, since the Lancer's weapons would be useless against anything but starfighters, and Moloch Squadron and Legion Squadron needed to be closer before assaulting the Peleponessos II
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Post by Panno on Oct 20, 2014 6:18:18 GMT -8
Sitting on the Warlords Fist, two Imperial Knights were in deep meditation. In whichever room in the ship they were in there were two different holoprojectors. The first showing space, the fleet they were a part of and would be updated continually with enemy movements, or just movements of civilians who were being bombarded with the same message over and over. The second had the same basic idea but worked for the ground movements. All the reports, topigraphical maps, weather updates. Everything. Were sent into it to create a rough idea of the different battlefields.
Deep in thought the Imperial Knights worked their magic with the force. Usually a military planned and everything fell apart in the fog of war. With them at the helm this was hopefully not to happen. With the images in front of them they sought out the actual people out there. Together they sought to subtly bring out the best in people. Keeping them in constant contact they brought out the valour, fighting prowess, courage, and fought to subdue the fear and anger that always arose in combat situations.
The opposite was true for their enemies. He planted the seeds of doubt, tried to make them make mistakes. Basically they tried to undermine everything the Republic sought to make their soldiers and guards out to be. For the time being, as the Imperial ships were not fighting in space Alex diverted some of his attentions to the ground forces.
Oi, keep your nasty force presence away from mine. Focus on your own job.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Nov 5, 2014 12:05:18 GMT -8
GOLAN III
The Golan III loaded its weapons the second the sensors sensed the incoming fleet, and locked weapons. An incoming fleet without warning or pinned in the incoming register was no joke, and they knew so. When sensory stations reported weapons charging, the golans fired all they had as soon as possible, spreading their fire on three of the escorts. The Beelzebub, The Azeroth, The Asmodeus (being the most port Lancers, because... well, we have to put the Station somewhere in comparison to the attacking fleet). If we count with 3 cannons would be the logical minimum in a turbolaser battery, then 40of the possible turbolaser batteries would mean 40 cannons shooting a volley at each Lancer-Class. Give or take a couple for dividing by 3. The shots were fired spread in front of the lancers, since the sensors reported them accelerating before sensors lost them, giving the volley a spread of a couple hundred meters at the anticipated place the Lancers would be by the time the turbolaser bolts travel the wast space between the targets and the station. A targetting computer made the appropriate calculation based on the known acceleration and top speed of a Lancer, the lancers heading, the lancers range from the station, and other astrological variables. The targetting computer did this at a seconds notice.
Further more, all ships were targeted with tractorbeams, aiming to hold them in place, or at least slow them down. This happened before the sensors jamming started, as a precaution against a suddenly appearing fleet. Would the Lancers be held by said tractors, the targetting computer would take this change in speed in consideration and communicate with the Tractor beam targetting computers for better accuracy (basically aligning with them).
The concussion missiles would be intresting, if they were not slower then turbolaser bolts and would loose lock on as soon as the sensor jamming started, thus continuing harmlessly into space before exploding into nothingness.
The crew knew wery well how vulnerable capitolships became to small fighters in cap-to-cap-ship battle if they lost their escorts, and this was the best way to help the Nemesis Triton.
The Golam also sends a distress signal by Republic standards.
Derylin Defence Platform
This nasty pieceof "Customs office" aimed in four of the starboard side Lancer-frigates and manadged to give off a well aimed volley at those. Since it was orbiting over the Goverment Section, sideing the Peleponessos II by 20 kilometers or so at the time of the attack. The enemy fleet was heading quasi strait for this station also (at least at this range) thus the speed and heading of the enemy ships were not such a big hinder in accuracy. Targetting computers here also counted in the last known position, heading, acceleration, and fired a volley. 15 Turbolaser batteries (lots of cannons that, around 45) and 8 heavy turbolaser cannons each had fire sollutions and took their chance.
Three GYvX shield generators [One at the Jedi Temple, One at the Senate Building, One at the Crix Madine Military Reserve.]
Activated rather suddenly and with haste.
Three HVs-2 Hypervelocity Guns
Charging.
Meanwhile, in Strike force Nemesis Triton
Seleevan Khar pushed the stop button on the turbolift. His trusted Triarii Auxillia (force sensitive Triarii Battlepriests) along with Centurion Xion and three others whom helped the Vor God don his weapons and gear just a minute before. The four priests looked at their god, baffled at his sudden stopping of the turbolift wich would take them to his personal hangar and from there to the battle on the surface by LAAT.
There was a MAJOR disturbence in the force.
-Intercomm Message-
All hands to battlestations, Unauthorised incoming fleet. All hands to battlestations, Unauthorised Incoming Fleet charging weapons, Combat Alert, Combat Alert, All Hands to Battlestations.
The God nodded, and pressed the button for the bridge.
Peleponessos II Bridge
From the appearence of the enemy fleet
Discipline is the backbone of any military organisation. So is leasure time. The Peleponessos II had it easy in the last couple months. They were one of the most veteran navy officers and ensings, in the galaxy. They have seen huge battle engagements between hundreds of Super Star Destroyers over Alderaan, Coruscant, Kashyyk, Korriban and Yavin. When the Great Wars of what some called the age of OnePointZero (the expression came from the Vors, a kind of religious naming of sorts, many thought) they had lived. When the Iron Fists secreficed suecide ships just to decimate other fleets, they stayed alive and fought with conventional means, conquering Coruscant (again), Defending Kashyyk (again) conquering Yavin beside the Peleponessos I Executor Class Super Star Yacht. They have lived through what the Vors refered to as OnePointFive. Age of Refinement. They survived the deafeat of Manaan, holding off against two enemy fleets AND an SSD, and still lived. Now, after countless battles they were one of the most well oiled machines in the galaxy. But even they need some downtime. Coruscant, ironically, gave them that. They sat, read beside their consoles, drank coffee, ate whatever meal was appropriate for their time-schedual and chatted while holding one eye on the monitors.
When the sensors pinged the incoming fleet, this all changed. Coffees and sandwitches were thrown into the personal desks under the work station. You dont need personal items if you are dead, on the other hand, a badly manouvered arm may disable the station using the stations ancient natural enemy.... Coffee. Magazines and books, personal datapads found themselves in the same fate, such items were only in the way, and could cause accidents on the floor. No... everything personal went away. Workplace grudges, workplace romances, workplace friendships. Only the Task was at hand. The Task, and the Orders, because they have lived through Alderaan, lived through Coruscant (not once but twice), Yavin, Kashyyk, Korriban and many many other battles. Even Manaan.
And all they could thank for was the chain of command, atop it Seleevan Khar.
--Bridge--
"Incoming Tangoes! Four Vics, One Neb, Eight Lances. Formation on Main Screen."
"Sound the Alarm, All weapons charge, fighters to the ready. Status?"
"Charging Shields and Weapons. Unidentified IFF, Sent to Analysts and Military Librarians. If it was Imperial, We will find it."
"Alert transmission sent to rest of the fleet! Reinforcements inbound, Situational report sent."
"Incoming Transmission"
"Play it."
People of Coruscant! Senators of the Galactic Republic! I am Morpheus, Leader of The Galactic People's Liberation Front, and today we have come to deliver the people's justice upon those corrupt leader's within this Republic! A member of their...
"Civilian ships rerouted out of sector by Golan and Derilyn."
"Tractors engaged, orders?"
"Lock on the largest ship and engage."
"Enemy ships Accelerating, Towards Us, Sir."
"Good, then we will give them a warm welcome, Son. Aim in all cannons on the bow Vic."
...Military Committee publicly confessed to being behind the Mandalorian attack on Kuat, claiming that it was to protect Corellia! But how can we be sure that this is the extent of their crimes?! I charge you, where was the Republic when the Mandalorians attacked Carida? A planet within Republic borders! Where was the Republic when the Mandalorians attacked Yavin IV?...
"Weapons charged and ready! Targetting!
"Engineering is ready."
"Fighters Ready for launch!"
"Shield and energy grid at full capacity."
"COMMANDER ON DECK!"
Seleevan Khar walked in followed by his four Triarii Auxillia. He grabbed his earpiece and microphone from an ensing whos only purpouse was to give it to him the SECOND he entered. He put it on as he walked to his large Command Throne above every workstation and every officer. He sat down, while his third in command (Since Admiral Telli Savalas was sent to the senate) Mr Donald Sutherland briefed him.
At the same time, 7 of the 10 tractorbeams are able to lock on to the heavy ships, and thus do so. One for each Vic, and three for the Nebula.
--Bridge--
-D Sutherland-
"Sir! Hostile fleet arived, Four Vic Twos, A Neb, and Eight Lancers. Intercept Course with us and the goverment sector, inlcuding the Derylin Station. Charged hostile equipment upon exiting hyperspace. No known IFF at this point..."
... where was the Republic forces when Sernpidal was struck down? and where was the Republic when Kuat was attacked? At every battle that the Mandalorians have been involved in, the Republic has had a distinct lack of presence, so I ask you to wonder, can we be sure that Crom'nen, Darma, and Cihlbar were not behind every attack the Mandalorians launched?
-D Sutherland-
"... Golan and Derylin station is in engagement. Hypervelocity Cannons are charging. Alert Pilots are in their fighters, ready for launch. Every section of the ship is Ready for battle, Your Holyness."
"Targetting LOST! Sensors and Comm jamming!"
-Seleevan Khar-
"The Reinforcement fleet?"
-D Sutherland-
"Alerted, Sire, before the jamming started. They are inbound. Republic are also sending out a distress signal. Sire, we are targetting the bow Victory, taking out the one with the most cannons able to fire, while engaging the largest shipp with Tractors, easing up the weight for the Golam."
... Why is it, that the Jedi and Sith were the only one's that ever came to the people's aide? Further more, I ask you this, the Dark Tide was a non-hostile government, working to protect it's people, and yet the Republic used the Mandalorians to enact an unprovocated attack against Kuat, under the pretense that Corellia would have been the Mandalorians next target, but how can we be sure this is true? How can any citizen of this galaxy sleep in peace, when at any moment they might be the one's to take the fall for the supposed greater glory of the Galactic Republic?...
-Seleevan Khar-
"Ithaca and Hellas?"
-D Sutherland-
"Ready, Sire. Without sensors, their Assault Con Missiles are useless at this range, but will come close to support from medium range."
-Khar-
"CAPs?"
-D Sutherland-
"CAP Outter is inbound to us sir, fleeing the Lancers. CAP GOV is circling us, waiting for orders."
-Khar-
"Merge CAPs into one, and give them defence over the Derylin. Launch all fighters and keep them behind us, their orders is to take out fighters assaulting us."
... If you ask me, you can't! the Republic Senate strives only to give power to it's senator's and cares not for the good of it's people. Thousands of Republic Citizens have already been displaced from Carida, Thousands were killed on Sernpidal. No citizen of this galaxy is safe, so long as the Republic Senate remains as it is, today we take from the courage that the Empire once had to stand against those power hungry fiends within the Senate and stand seperate. But today, we take those whom would misuse and abuse you from power, to allow you, the people, to choose new leadership for the Republic, leadership that will better represent the people of this Republic!...
"Orders sent to Hangar!"
-D Sutherland-
"Sire, We can not withstand the weight of a Nebula, It will just push us back into the planet!"
-Khar-
"I am well aware, Sutherland. I rather slow it down, and keep range. Let the stations work it. Trust me."
-D Sutherland-
"Yes Sire. We also need targetting orders.
-Khar-
"Bring up a picture of a clean space. No ships, just space and stars."
The main screen turned into darkness, dotted with the stars seen on a cloudless, shipless space.
"Make it a yellow filter."
The stars turned yellow, the blackness of space remained.
"Put in the live futage of the last enemy position with a blue filter."
Over the picture of a spotless Coruscanti space seen from the ships position in yellow came the picture of a clean coruscanti space in blue, turning all the stars green, but a few. Those remained blue. That was the lights and reflections of the enemy fleet.
"Use that as basis for targetting, and shut off all external lights."
The Ship went dark.
--Bridge--
-Khar-
"Who is this moron on my comms?"
-D Sutherland-
"Sire, Morpheus, Leader of the Galactic Peoples Liberation Front. This is a recorded message we are listening to. It was sent just before the jamming started.
-Khar-
"Well armed for a terrorist group I never heard about. I am guessing it is their show on the ground?"
-D Sutherland-
"Good assumption sire."
...To the Jedi, I have this message: We will not fight you, so long as you do not interfere with the people's justice. You have faught valiantly to protect the people as best you can, let us, the people, pay you back and show those within the Republic that they cannoy get away with their crimes, not only against us, but against you. To Crom'nen, Darma, and Cihlbar: You can run, you can hide, but we will find you, and justice will be brought upon your heads!...
-Khar-
"I am starting to like this guy... At least the jedi will. They are so keen on pointing out that they are not the same as the republic."
The main sensory display freezed up as the sensor jamming occured, only showing the enemy fleet way out just entering and accelerating into the gravity well. It had a large disclamer in the right lower corner saying "Sensory interference". It seemed like they were blind.
Wrong people to Sensor Jam. Strike Force Nemesis Triton worked for years in combat with the legendary Herceles-class Escape Corvette. Its main defencive measure is a strong sensor jammer. It was also used in many battles. This crew had good training in battles where sensors could not be relied upon. Why the Herceles could not attend today? Erm.... Reasons. Patent reasons.
Suddenly, the smaller displays on the side of the large main was showing light, getting closer. Khar put the most prominent on the main display, and wached as a heavy fire volley was trying to immitate jumping to Hyperspace. Instead of the stars turning into white lines, Turbolaserfire took up that role. Just minimal shots hit the ship. One reason was the immense range between the enemy fleet and the Flagship of Strike Force Nemesis Triton, also, the enemy had by now lost locks.
And these guys started to fire AFTER sensorjamming. They were as blind as Khar himself, and far away, shooting at medium sized capitolships. Seleevan Khar snickered.
Missed shots hit the erected shield protecting the goverment sector.
Then, he felt it. Some Battle Meditation. It was supposed to be a rare talant, but nowdays, every hobo with a "Jedi-s Manual to Victory" could do it. He frowned, and extended his own force presence, embalming his ship, letting his people feel he was with them, and he was pissed off.
He could help his own ship, making it a bright flame for most force users around, but not his sister ships.
Hellas and Ithaca
The Two At each pole started to accelerate towards the battle, but arching a bit so they could come from a flanking position from bow and respectively dorsal sides, with their own fronts. They released broadisdes at the enemy fleets general direction but the accuracy was rubbish, especially since they only did so after the sensory jamming. 14 quad turbolaser cannons (56 cannons) 70 dual turbolaser cannons (140 cannons) had fireing sollutions, half from the dorsal side from the enemy, half from the bow.
CAPoutside, CAP GOV
The enemy fighters were still too far away to have any dreams of hitting anything when the sensor jamming started. They also lost all known whereabouts of the CAP-s. The TIE Defenders turned towarrds their target VIP station, navigating by local knowlege and eyeballs.
Short Combat Report:
Peleponessos: 98% shields
Targetting 7 Tractors at Warlords Fist
Sensor-comm jammed.
Ithaca n Hellas: 100% shields
Starting flanking manouver from each pole.
Fireing 14 quad turbolaser cannons (56 cannons) 70 dual turbolaser cannons (140 cannons) at extreme range, after sensor jamming, at approximate position of enemy fleet.
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Post by dyvius on Dec 12, 2014 19:16:48 GMT -8
Sometime in the past... (Private Storyline)
Three Delta 7 Aethersprite starfighters zipped away from the city-planet Coruscant, staying in a triangle formation so as to remain within a single departure lane and keep from causing any unnecessary disturbances in the congested Coruscant upper atmosphere. Being the hub city of the Republic, the space around Coruscant was just as crowded with space craft as the airlanes in the atmosphere below were crowded with hover craft. To this end, the Jedi Order was granted specific traffic lanes reserved specifically and exclusively for their use, and these had since been solidified and upheld thanks to the Jedi contribution to the war effort months prior. Waiting at the lane terminus was a collection of hyperspace rings that not many craft utilized with the notable exception of the Delta 7 class of starfighters and the Eta-2 class of starfighters. Whereas the Jedi prized maneuverability in their craft to match their superior Force-enhanced reactions and therefore sacrificed bulky internal hyperdrive units.
The three arrow-shaped starfighters, a blue-and-white model for Master Lapay no Ryu, a green-and-white model for Master Rael Starfall, and a yellow-and-white model for Master Keth Agrav, docked with individual matching hyperspace rings and moved out, still in formation, beyond Coruscant's gravity well.
"Arrow One, locked and loaded."
This was Starfall, appointed "leader" for this mission of three Jedi Masters, was checking off the final time the Jedi would be communicating until they had landed on Cathar's surface. Not actually toting stealth starfighters specifically, despite the very slim energy and physical profile of their starfighters, the Jedi could not risk any possible eavesdropping devices having been placed in Cathar's orbit since the last time intel had been updated, thereby spoiling their entire surprise if they were to be heard entering Cathar's atmosphere.
"Arrow Two, ready to jump."
Master no Ryu checked in second, hereby dubbing herself the second-string of this mission. Master Agrav had no problems with this, he was not a Jedi to care about status, and the "ranks" were merely clerical sticking points.
"Arrow Three, waiting on you, One."
Keth's voice sounded harsh over the onboard comm, but that could not be avoided by a lupine Shistavanen. Either way, Starfall gave the go command and all three starfighters jumped into the mysterious realm of hyperspace, headed for the Outer Rim planet of Cathar.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2015 19:29:54 GMT -8
The CR90 corvette and the 2 VCX-820 escort freighter's made their way up into Coruscants orbit, with the crews inputting hyperspace co-ordinates for Talus, moments before the three craft disappeared into the vastness of space
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Post by Luxeria on Mar 8, 2015 16:52:32 GMT -8
Making it way into orbit, the Mirax shone in the light of Coruscant's sun. Part of Aleena wanted to turn around, at least to look at the planet one final time before she left. But there was no turning back, not even to look. There was only forward. Once clear of the planet's gravity, the ship blasted into hyperspace.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 14, 2015 8:38:24 GMT -8
From hyperspace, a Nune-class Imperial shuttle would enter the space surrounding Coruscant. Its IFF was clearly marked as a transport of the Galactic Empire. Its passengers were quiet within its haul; a strong guard of elite Stormtroopers with a few pairs of Imperial Knights were the escort of their prized passenger. The prized male raises his gloved hand quietly to the pilot who bows his head in response. The shuttle transmits its invitation to the Republic Charity Ball, which would give it clearance to land immediately.
From a small viewport, Nicademus would gaze out at the metropolitan capital world of Coruscant, the jewel of the galaxy. Empires and nations rose from its surface to span the galaxy. It was the target of wars, the site of diplomacy and the location of tragedy. The Emperor would calmly lean back into his chair as the shuttle moved down for the surface to join the event that was unfolding upon the surface.
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Post by Ayeniner on Apr 10, 2015 0:56:35 GMT -8
Darkpace gave way to the Crusader, a glossy-black triangular living organism that was the analogous to a corvette of large standards in this local galaxy. At three hundred and fifteen meters, the Crusader was fully matured and was not expected to grow any larger. The pilot, a female Yuuzhan Vong, used the powerful dovin basals of the vessel to manoeuvre towards the planet. Designated as l'Friil Ma-Nat in his own tongue, warrior Orik commanded the vessel. He reached out and touched the nearest wall. I turned transparent at his touch, allowing him to see the monstrosity that occupied his vision.
Coruscant. The fleet's leader, a member of the priest cast, had ordered him to Coruscant to... 'mingle'... and announce the return of the Yuuzhan Vong to the galaxy. Apparently, there was a function that was allowing just that. A ceremony that did not involve sacrifice of some kind did not interest the warrior in the slightest, however he had obeyed his orders, as all subordinates should. He felt physically sick, however, looking at the technological orb below him. He would have to be in the presence of these infidels without spilling their blood, and that would be the hardest of all.
"Take us to land, pilot." He ordered. "The Gods' will be done."
The pilot, enshrouded in the Tall-Yor that allowed him direct communication with the vessel, acknowledged with a muffled grunt. The Crusader descended.
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Renan
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Post by Renan on May 18, 2015 15:22:11 GMT -8
K'elvit't, a Chiss craft designed and made after the civil war, was not likely to be recognized by any scanner in orbit. Even so, it was fairly obvious that it brought only its shields up as it entered the Coruscant System. It approached the planet slowly, taking time gather what information it could from the system and it's many inhabitants and travelers. The Captain was a cautious Chiss and he was in no hurry to get to the surface and doing everything he could to prevent undue provocation of the local defenses, without leaving himself or his cargo vulnerable of course.
The ship was simple enough in design, vaguely reminiscent of a Corellian Corvette, but angular like a Star Destroyer. It had a total length of 300 meters, being no more than 125 meters in width at any point and no more than 120 meters in height at any point. Relatively lightly armed for a ship of it's size, it was maneuverable enough to keep pace with ship's a third it's size and it required very little crew. Being very new to the galaxy at large, the Captain decided to let whoever felt the need to do so, hail him, rather than try and decipher which of the channels was supposed to be used for diplomatic envoys. He wasn't fond of the city-world below, but he held no particular grudge against it either, he mostly was not fond of the traffic caused by nearly literal floods of beings coming and going.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jun 11, 2015 20:30:45 GMT -8
A medium transport loaded with goods to sell in Coruscant entered the system and moved quietly into place in one of the many busy space lanes it's codes checked out and it's cargo manifest was checked and rechecked, before the cargo was inspected and verified, everything was exactly as listed and the surprise inspection for hidden holds and cargo turned up exactly nothing, which was disappointing. Eventually the ship made through customs and headed planet side, with the captain moderately annoyed but glad to still be on schedule. His ship's only real distinguishing mark, was the odd paint scheme, that of a holo chess piece, and one of minimal value to boot. Later it might be recognized in a system half-way across the galaxy, but not today, not here.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2015 14:45:53 GMT -8
The ship exited hyperspace around the planet. Don cleared them with Control and was given approval to land at the designated port to unload their goods. Nothing seemed out of place, it was text-book routine. The ship made it's way planet-side...Continued here.
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Luxeria
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Post by Luxeria on Aug 30, 2015 10:26:55 GMT -8
After being alerted by the computer that they were arriving at Coruscant, Luxeria had woken up and slowly made her way to the cockpit. Just as she sat down, the A.I brought the ship out of hyperspace and the planet appeared suddenly before her. After what she had seen, after what bit she experienced, this place just didn't have the glamour it once did. She really had no care to make the visit with her parents, mostly due to the fact that she didn't want to discuss what she was doing. She would have to make up some story or another just to keep them off her back. What she knew was that she couldn't waste time. One day was all she could spend before she had to go. Taking control of the ship, Luxeria took the ship in, heading for her parent's home.
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Luxeria
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Post by Luxeria on Sept 5, 2015 12:54:40 GMT -8
The Mirax made its way out of the planet's atmosphere and blasted into orbit, heading for space. As Luxeria went on, she began reviewing new information. With the order's rise, Andor was getting busy trying to sort through everything and where new people would go as well as measuring their worth. The past month or so, showed he had no time to train her or Lura. While she could wait until things settled, she knew it would be a while, especially with the recent activity of the Jedi.
But she wouldn't wait. She would find another to help with her training until such a time Andor could resume it. She went through the list she gained from the records on Thule of those joining with the order. There seemed no worth getting involved with who weren't already on Thule and being assigned to some sort of work, making them just as unavailable. But she then came across a name, Darth Malvus. He was also known as Lord Tarkin and ruled Eriadu. As it seemed, he had returned there after making himself known to the order and would ready to assist them when needed.
With no other plans, she loaded the coordinates for Eriadu and was soon lost to hyperspace.
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Erasmus
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Post by Erasmus on Sept 24, 2015 10:44:22 GMT -8
Erasmus sat, fingers steepled in the cock pit of the shuttle. He allowed the pilot to do most of the work. Erasmus had no real desire to speak at this point, and besides he had an image to uphold.
"This is the shuttle Scorpius transporting the Imperial Diplomatic Ambassador to the Republic, requesting permission to land." The pilot spoke into the comms.
Erasmus focused his gaze on the planet. It would be his home for however long the Empire determined. Likely soon, he should meet with some Senators.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Sept 27, 2015 7:41:13 GMT -8
The trip from Mandalore had not been especially quick -- Galdaart being used to a class one hyperdrive, and also the freedom to cut corners wherever he saw fit (and knew better) but it had at least been smooth. Nobody to greet them at the point of each re-emergence into realspace... quiet enough that Fel could almost relax. The 'flying' (if you could call it that) was dead easy. It was the time between moments where he had to do anything that were interminable. He didn't busy himself with his 'cargo' -- they kept pretty much to themselves, and that was fine by him -- what he did was start a log. He'd never been much for keeping a logbook before. In the Imperial Navy of course, you had to. There were protocols to be followed, and paperwork and debriefings to be seen to after each sortie, but as a privateer, and usually on the seedier side of things, there were tangible reasons not to leave a trail of your exploits. For Fel, the closest thing to a log he'd ever kept had been Wrench. Nobody else could attest to knowing every step he'd taken in the last twenty-odd years. But Wrench knew.
What he desperately wanted to do was talk to Malora. Tell her. Everything. But he couldn't. Not now, maybe not ever. He looked at his reflection in a dark monitor screen, barely recognized what he saw. Not ever. Not at the rate he was going. So he had discovered an old digital logbook in the cockpit and blown the dust off. It still held a charge, and Fel smiled in spite of himself at the outdated cable connection on the edge of the device, ran his fingers over the same, ruined interface on the nape of his neck, covered in messy, semi-dreadlocked hair. He had turned it over in his hands for some time before opening it, and starting to speak.
It was good company, this machine. It wasn't as good as having her in the room. Her inclination of an eyebrow, toss of the hair, a pout, an interjection. Maybe she'd sit on the arm of his chair, or maybe come over to him, all mock-serious, just to move a lock of his tangled mane away from his eyes. Seemed to Fel that she had time to listen if he took time to speak. That was pretty rare. And so he told 'her' stories. Things he'd done, places he'd been. The past, the future imagined.
The sublight warning interrupted him, and it was only then that he realized he'd been talking for three hours.
Shutting off the recorder and shoving it in a pocket, he cut in the sublight engines and laid in a course along a standard shipping lane that would bring them into a standard Coruscant orbit in a little under forty minutes. He fell in line behind three or four bulk freighters and a military corvette, along with several other deep-space cargo-haulers and landing craft dispatched from the larger cruisers that typically stayed in a high orbit. A millenia of deep space exploration, and we're still approaching the new land with longboats and a shore team of oarsmen, just bigger and faster.
He flipped on the internal comms. We just dropped out of hyperspace. We're in the lane -- Coruscant orbit in 35 mikes.
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Post by Bloodshot on Sept 27, 2015 19:42:52 GMT -8
Bloodshot lounged in the common area, arms crossed over his chest and chin dropped against it in the manner of a man asleep. He wasn't asleep though, just resting, and his right hand shot out to brace against the nearest wall just before the jostle that signaled an exit from hyperspace. He drew in a long slow breath, angled his head from side to side to work out the kinks, and pushed himself to his feet as he exhaled. Time to go to work.He grabbed the duffel from where he'd set it in the hold, then set about pulling out his armor plating and fastening it onto the body glove, starting with his feet and working up from there. No more need for subtlety at this stage. He also opened a comm line to the operatives on the planet below, though deactivated his helm's external speakers to keep the conversation private. When he'd finished fastening the last piece of his armor, he straightened and replaced his weapons, then headed for the cockpit.Upon arrival, he moved to the nav chart and began inputting coordinates on the planet below as he spoke to the captain. We're heading to the galactic city district. A landing pad at these coordinates where we'll drop off Drall and the doc. After that, you'll be taking me and the kid to another landing pad and providing air support as needed.
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