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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2020 5:25:22 GMT -8
The relief took hold of Aimee, revealing as a smile, as Mr. Sato’s transmission cut through the unnerving silence. Then again, Mira’s high-pitched squeal also disrupted that silence with her excitement. Thank the gods that it was just a one-way feed as to not bombard the man with the Zeltron’s elation. However, a word wasn’t needed to be shared between the two girls as they both worked simultaneously to prep the ship to break into atmo the moment those coordinates and instructions were sent to the ship.
“Bee!” Mira yelled back with a laugh. “Quit being useless and get your yellow butt back in here.”
Aimee glanced back as a yellow form wheeled its way back into the cockpit. After a few chatters and groaning whistles, Bee connected himself via scomp link to the ship’s main computer terminals. The Twi’lek giggled softly with the R7’s overdramatic nature, before turning back to take control as co-pilot. As much as Bee wanted to seem like it was a chore, both the girls knew that he secretly enjoyed the attention of being needed.
“Let’s make us some easy credits,” Mira grinned slyly.
With clearance and instructions, they broke into the atmosphere and remained true to the instructions and coordinates received. The only thing is that Gromm Sato wasn’t too far off with his assumptions and remembrance of old times. Things hadn’t changed all that much over the years. Screaming in as fast as Mira could safely guide the ship -- although ‘safely’ was still arguable -- they were quick and eager to reach their destination and, more importantly, to pick up a new job.
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Post by Mahal on Apr 20, 2020 12:35:12 GMT -8
Pouring himself a glass of brandy, Mahal set his gaze upon the large holoprojector as it displayed the newest designs added to both the Mythic and Aesir lines. As it stood, both lines had been rounded out and for now, he saw no reason to continue the development of new ship designs. Instead, he had tasked the teams to continue work in what they could do to update and improve what they had, be it from weapon styles and placements to any additional features that would further each vessel as the theater of war continued to progress and change, no matter how slow it seemed to be.
With these recent designs, he had decided to remove the Mortalis line from the available ships, along with others in the freighter and corvette area, feeling they served little purpose or simply find stand up to his standards the more he looked them over. Still, he held onto the designs, feeling that they could be presented in a business deal to another who didn't wish to utilize his ships. Doing so would allow him some royalties in their usage, which could further his business practices.
After spending some time looking over the new ships, he brought up the older designs and began loading them on a holodisk that would accompany him. Word had reached his ears of a new place residing within the galaxy, one that aligned themselves with no faction, yet allowed for all to come. It was the perfect place to try and set up shop and talk business. Sending a message ahead for his personal ship to be prepped, he headed down to hangar bay, loading himself into the ship. The Anais departed the facility and made its way from the planet's gravity well, jumping to hyperspace the moment they were clear, destination: The Oasis.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2020 14:57:09 GMT -8
A Lancer-class Pursuit Craft emerged from hyperspace and approached Fresia. It moved slowly towards the planet, its destination the shipyards orbiting the planet. After receiving the barrage of lightning from Vesperia, quite a few of the ship's systems had been fried, forcing the vessel to limp to the nearest repair yard. Her best option had been here at Hadur Industries. Not only was it closest, but it had no correlation to any order.
Making her approach, she opened up the comms and hoped they worked. Attention shipyards. My ship has received damage and I'm in need of repairs and possible upgrades. Requesting landing clearance.
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Post by Mahal on Apr 22, 2020 15:08:51 GMT -8
The team responsible for keep tabs on incoming traffic detected the arrival of the Lancer. For the moment, they merely watched in the chance that they were just passing by to land on the planet below. But as it grew closer, it called out requesting permission to land. Passing along the information to Makhai about arrival, before granting clearance.
Attention craft. You are granted permission to land in Pantheon Station, hangar three bay four. A representative will meet you there
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2020 12:19:31 GMT -8
As the docking clearance came through, Blaze pushed the ship forward, the vessel creaking under the strain. It was amazing to her that it had lasted as long as it did. One day, she would make Vesperia pay for the damage done to her new ship. The last thing she had wanted to do was make repairs immediately after purchase.
Settling the ship into the designated hangar bay, the craft settled onto the floor a bit harshly. Powering everything down, she exited the ship and awaited for someone to escort her wherever needed.
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Post by Mahal on Apr 25, 2020 10:30:43 GMT -8
Making his way through the hangar, Makhai approaches the ship that just landed. Already was the pilot waiting at the door of the ramp, another beauty. He always seemed to find luck in getting paired up with them. Giving her a slight bow, he addressed her with a charming smile.
"Welcome to Hadur Industries. It is a pleasure. I am Makhai. I have been told that you are seeking repairs for your ship." He then looked up to the craft and noticed the damage it had received. Some smoke even exited the vessel. "Perhaps maybe we could interest you in an entirely new craft instead?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2020 10:35:58 GMT -8
Blaze noticed the man approaching and placed a hand on her hip. It was nice to know they weren’t wasting any time in getting to her. She gave a nod of her head when he bowed and introduced himself. Im Blaze. Pleasure." He then took a moment to look at her ship before attempting to seek her a new one. Did it really look that bad? Looking back at it, she couldn’t deny the strain it took form being pulled at as well as the barrage of lightning did make it look rough. Still, as curious as she was, she had just purchased it and had no desire to sudden switch out, even if that would keep Vesperia off her tail for a little while, should the Sith decide to pursue her.
Looking back to him, she shook her head. "Actually, I just purchased it. It just so happens that shortly after, it ran into so action. So I’ll have to decline the offer. Just repairs and perhaps some upgrades, please?"
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Post by Mahal on Apr 25, 2020 11:19:27 GMT -8
Makhai gave a nod as he listened to Blaze speak. From the way she stood to how she spoke, he could see she was direct. She was also a warrior if she was getting into action shortly after purchasing her vessel.
"Ah, a strong, direct woman who knows what she wants. I like that. Well, if you are certain, follow me and we can get started on discussing what needs to be done."
He then turned and motioned for her to follow in the means of a gentleman before leading her back to the offices.
It was short walk through the hangars before entering the central section of the station. As they went, she’d notice the different craft that were being built with each area. Some area held multiple starfighters while others held some transports and even some larger corvettes. Moving into the office area, he led her down the halls and entered his office. Quite luxurious for a business man looking to sell or set up tickets for repairs.
Moving to a small table, he poured himself a drink before looking to her. "Would you care for something to drink?"
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Post by Mahal on Sept 26, 2020 9:15:19 GMT -8
Time continued to press on as Hadur kept working, producing ships as they were needed. Business was solid, though things had settled out as of late. Mahal stood in his office as the overlooked Pantheon Station, the main hub of the three stations in orbit of Fresia. He took a sip of his drink as he contemplated his next moves. Peace was the biggest part of the galaxy's current state. Those that engaged in war were some of the smaller factions that had contracts with other shipyards. It was all well and good but did him little since he wasn't the one making the profit. He was just glad that despite his own ship designs, he still held contracts with many of the other shipyards to help them in making theirs so to meet demands and to provide and extra outlet.
Still, the state of the galaxy needed to be churned up a bit as things were beginning to settle. The true value of peace could only truly be appreciated when conflict raged around them. It had been a little bit since he had to take steps towards initiating the chaos, but there came a moment when one needed to handle things themselves.
Finishing the last of his drink, he took a seat at his desk and opened up a secure file that identified different groups he could call on to help stir the pot.
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Post by Mahal on Nov 27, 2020 9:56:23 GMT -8
Mahal sat at his desk, multiple screens active as he began to review the data before him. On two screens were the information regarding the shipyard productions, especially the designs of his own ships as well as the activity of his installation on the ground responsible for ground vehicles and weapons. Plans were in the works for Hadur exclusive ground vehicles, but for now, they were still a bit off from seeing the prototype stage. For now, he would continue to focus upon his ships and see what could be done to improve them or what alterations could be made to them upon purchase.
The third screen provided him with info regarding the state of the galaxy. Things were seeming to pick up once again among the various orders. Each provided an avenue to exploit to stir up war. He wasn’t satisfied until he was profiting from the destruction everyone caused.
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Post by Endor on Mar 1, 2023 7:04:37 GMT -8
With a class 4.0 rated hyperdrive unit, the Jek Tono Porkins made a very slow transition to sublight speeds as it entered the system, veering off the main hyperlane on its approach to Fresia. The GR-75 medium transport was old, and as previously stated, quite slow. However, she made up for it with a few aftermarket surprises that its command crew were not keen on sharing. Its pilot, on outdated OOM pilot droid Drenlin Vortek had personally pulled out of the scrap heap on Ord Mantell, transmitted their transponder codes and negotiated clearance to land at the Coromon Islands where the Incom Corporation was located. Anyone taking a close look at the clamshell shaped transport would notice ewok tribal markings painted on the hull, seeming to spiral out from the emblem of the NRA, the familiar red star bird used by the former Alliance on a battle-scarred field of gunmetal grey. The ship entered the atmosphere shortly thereafter.
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Post by Endor on Mar 7, 2023 6:33:59 GMT -8
Two brilliant flashes of light signalled the arrival of two MC80 star cruisers emerging from the lightspeed corridors of hyperspace, streaking into the system as they rapidly decelerated to sublight speeds. The first and foremost among these vessels was the Home One-type 'Aura Blossom', commanded by General Endor of the New Rebel Alliance (NRA). The second was a Liberty-type, called the 'Star Urchin', under the command of the newly promoted fleet admiral Jyn Dackbar. The Mon Calamari was recently rescued by the heroic duo of Endor and Tarfang during their raid on the Mon Cal Shipyards. While technically an engineer, there was no one among the growing rebel fleet that understood the Mon Calamari starship designs and capabilities as well as her. Her competency in battle would be tested eventually, but for now, the General didn't see many other options. The two star cruisers took up an orbit over Fresia while Endor contacted Agent Drenlin at the Incom Corporation and arranged for an overhaul of either vessel, first and foremost of which would be to arm them. As you can imagine, this took some time.Two weeks later. Seated behind a smooth pearlescent hued desk in the command quarters of the Aura Blossom, General Endor nursed a glass of Endorian Rum, named after the gas giant his home-world surrounded, rather than himself. He stared into the glass, swirling the spherical ice-cube floating in the sweet alcoholic beverage that he had developed a taste for during his pirating days. A fat stogey burned away in an ash tray in front of him, causing coiling wisps of smoke to waft in front of his grizzled features. The door chimed, which meant his visitor had likely arrived. He put a finger to a button on his desk, unlocking the door."Come in." He said, taking one last sip of rum before resting the tumbler glass on his desk.When the door opened, a female Mon Calamari in a white uniform was standing at the entrance. He waved her in and motioned to the comfortable looking seat positioned in front of the desk. Admiral Dackbar nodded her moist looking head and took a seat. In her hands was a datapad she had been reviewing on her trip over from the Star Urchin. She stared at the General with two large goggle like eyes. He picked up the bottle of rum sitting on the desk and made to pour her a drink, but she stopped him with a dismissive sweep of one webbed hand. Endor shrugged and returned the bottle to the desk, his own eyes narrowing as he examined the alien with a mixture of curiosity and concern. The latter because he knew she had a list of concerns on that datapad that he had been avoiding for the last two weeks. He smiled awkwardly before breaking the silence."Admiral, I trust everything is going according to plan with the Star Urchin's refit. I recognize the technology is a bit different then what you are used to, but as you know, we have to make do with whatever we have available.""That's not what I'm here about." She stated with some firmness in her tone. Similar to the way the General was assessing her, she in turn was assessing him right back. So far she wasn't entirely certain he was the right man to lead this Rebellion, but until they found something more suited to the role...what was it he just said? They'd have to make do with whatever was available."Oh." He said somewhat surprised. "Good. Then how can I help you?"She tapped a spongey web like finger on her data-pad and brought up the list of starfighters. She placed the datapad on the desk and slid it towards the General, who eyed it suspiciously."It hasn't escaped my attention that you've transferred a number of starfighters to the hangar of my ship. Full squadrons of X-wing starfighters, A-wing interceptors, and Y-wing bombers."Endor scratched his bearded chin and picked up his cigar, chomping on the end before taking a puff as he examined the list. He nodded his head and pushed the datapad back towards the new Admiral, clearly confused."Of course. The Rebellion's strength has always been in its starfighters and mobility. I thought you'd be pleased." Jyn shook her fishy head, crossing her arms over her bosomy chest. "It's not the starfighters I take issue with. Given that we can't field large capital vessels like the First Order or the Dominion, we'll need those starfighters. What I am concerned about is who is going to fly them. You haven't assigned any pilots yet."Scowling, he ground the cigar stub into the ash tray to put it out."That's because we don't have any, but I'm working on that. The ewoks operating Incom's assembly line have been practising on the simulator..."Admiral Dackbar stood up from her seat, causing the General to stop mid speech as she placed her webbed hands on his desk and leaned over its surface, looking him in the eye to the point where he began to feel uncomfortable."Allow me to be blunt because you need to hear this. The ewoks lack the technical skills for dogfighting. While I am sure you can train them sufficiently to fly those ships, they'll never match the skills of Imperial pilots that have been through the rigors of the Academy. We need real pilots, General, not amateurs. I don't doubt their bravery, just their preparedness."He had been expecting this. Endor stood and turned his back to the Admiral, staring out the viewport window of his office. His forest green eyes followed transports and tugs flitting between the two cruisers and the surface. His scowl deepened and he turned back towards the Mon Calamari, offering a shrug."I've gotten by with a lot less. You're aware we are short on veterans." His eyes narrowed as he sensed Jyn had a thought she was holding back. "Why, what do you suggest?"What he believed constituted a Mon Calamari smirk seemed to cross the Admiral's fishy female features. "I've got a plan for how we might get some qualified pilots from the Imperials, but it is going to take some time to put into motion. In the meanwhile, however, I think there is an opportunity you have overlooked. Didn't you say you used to be a smuggler?"Alright, he could see where this was going. Endor nodded. "Aye. But they won't work for free and we're a little short on credits."Jyn Dackbar crossed her arms over her chest, looking to broker no dissent from the General."These movements have a way of being infectious. Just get them through the door. Comradery and hope will determine whether they stay. That part at least I think we can provide."She was more right about that than she knew. "Okay." He relented. "Let me make a few calls."
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Post by Endor on Mar 10, 2023 11:36:46 GMT -8
A slight chill traveled up the spine of the General's back as the turbo-lift doors separated with a whoosh of air, and he stepped out into the Aura Blossom's hangar bay. A smile crept across his bearded face as his forest green eyes locked onto the familiar form of his T-65B X-wing starfighter on the far side of the deck. He walked towards it, his black spacer boots tracking dirt as he crossed the hangar, much to the dismay of the wookiee janitor that was hard at work mopping it. Endor offered an apologetic shrug before increasing his pace, arriving at his snub-fighter at the same time as his R6 astromech droid rolled up. The animate robot's conical-frustum shaped head swiveled and beeped as it was loaded by crane into the back of the starfighter. The General let out a chuckle at the automaton's mechanical jabbering and climbed up the ladder before slipping into the cockpit.
Though he eschewed the traditional orange flight-suit for this particular mission, he had on under his burnt umber hued flight jacket a form fitting black body-glove rated for vacuum. After sliding into the cockpit seat, he picked up his helmet and placed it over his head, relying on a mixture of tactical information projected onto the helm's goggle screen, as well as what was presented on the dashboard in front of him. Pressing a button he closed the cockpit canopy, listening for the tell tale squeak of it sealing him inside. He then pulled his harness straps across his chest and secured himself to the ejection seat.
Taking the control yoke in hand, he allowed R6-66 to run the starfighter through its warmup procedures before switching on the repulsors. Rising off the floor, the X-wing glided towards the energized hangar entrance and passed through the atmospheric barrier, entering the cold clutches of the void. He steered away from the two MC80s taking up space in orbit and headed towards the nearest hyperlane headed in the direction of the Outer Rim. Once clear of Fresia's naturally formed gravity well and R6 had calculated a jump, Endor pushed forwards on the throttle and accelerated the starfighter to lightspeed travel. In a brilliant flash of light, he entered the corridors of hyperspace.
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Post by Endor on Mar 29, 2023 6:53:45 GMT -8
Now that its cargo holds were completely full, the Liberty-type MC80 star cruiser known as the Star Urchin pulled away from Fresia's orbit. Nine M8.0 StarDrive engines propelled the rebel vessel at sublight speeds towards the nearest hyperlane, where it accelerated to lightspeed and departed the system in a rapid streak followed by a brilliant flash of light.
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Post by Viggo Grimborn on Sept 19, 2023 7:30:51 GMT -8
The Acclamator-class Assault Ship emerged from hyperspace and began its approach towards the planet. It had been quite some time since he was last here, multiple years in fact. When he had gathered enough funds to craft the ship he currently resided in, it was here at Hadur Industries that he requested this ship. They were known overall for their ship designs open to the market, but only a select few knew that they openly dealt with the darker side of society. SO long as their ships weren;t used against them, Hadur cared little outside of publicity who they made deals with.
Growing closer, a channel was opened.
Hadur Industries, this is Viggo Grimborn of the Shellfire. Seeking permission to land. Though he said nothing over an open channel, the droid in charge of comms transmitted a special code along side the communications. |
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Post by Mahal on Sept 20, 2023 7:01:51 GMT -8
Sitting within his office, Mahal was gazing over the designs of the newly approved Venator III-class Star Destroyer. With all the recent revival and modernization of older popular ships, the businessman had reached out to Kuat Drive Yards in attempt to discuss doing the same to to the Venator. It was more than a capable ships in its hay day, though it focused more heavily as a carrier than an actual warship. But with time, some carriers had proven they could be capable warships while carrying a large amount of troops and fighters. And after some suggestions and discussion, the design had been finalized and approved. Prototype models had been developed, flaws were fixed and now it was fully ready for production.
It was a sign of his place in the industry. Many saw Hadur Industries as merely a third party shipyard with contracts to produce many ships from different companies. But it was much more, built up over generations. And with himself as its head, he had created Lyncitech within the company, which was responsible for the creation of its own designs not found elsewhere. His place in the industry had granted himself a significant power. The truth that very little ever understood or knew. He was a warmonger and the business of war was his to command. Secretly, when things were quiet, he'd fund criminals and pirates, giving them power to run rampant. And being a third party, it was sometimes easier to deal with him rather than interact with main shipyards. Thus the cycle of war continued in which he always profited.
His thoughts were interrupted as a comm came through.
Sir, we have received a a request to land. This passcode was provided. A simple request to land wasn't something the CEO of the company normally needed to be to be alerted to. Yet, with his secret dealings, particular passcodes were handed out. Once giving to control, he would be alerted, letting him know who had come knocking and how he'd handle it.
Seeing the passcode, he gave his response. Understood. Having them go to Vanir Station, hangar three. And have my ship prepped for departure. Wasting no time, Mahal left the office and made his way to the hangar where his personal ship waited. Boarding, it made its way to station three. Around the planet, three separate station existed, each capable of holding nine to twelve ship depending on size.
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Post by Viggo Grimborn on Sept 20, 2023 7:13:39 GMT -8
With the orders and a flight path created, Viggo's ship made its way toward Vanir Station. It took a few minutes to come around to meet the next shipyard, but the droid lined her up, bringing her into the designated docking bay at hangar three. Viggo and his crew had already grabbed their things and made their way through the docking tube the moment it connected. |
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Post by Mahal on Sept 20, 2023 7:16:18 GMT -8
Mahal stood waiting as the group of hunters departed the docking tube and began to move about freely. the CEO knew these men, or at least knew of them and had free reign within the station, able to find rooms to relax and get food from the cafeteria. Yet, he waited as Viggo approached, daughters at his sides.
"Welcome Viggo. It has been some time since you last graced my halls. You really should come by more often."
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Post by Viggo Grimborn on Sept 20, 2023 7:19:52 GMT -8
Viggo gave a chuckle as he stopped before Mahal, dropping his sack at his feet. "well, what can I say? My work keeps me occupied and business, as you may expect, always brings about new delights."
It wasn't long before the smug smirk he carried gave way to a genuine smile as his arms spread and he embraced Mahal. It was only a second or two before he stopped back. "it is so very good to see you again, dear brother. I trust business has been doing well?" |
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Post by Mahal on Sept 20, 2023 7:26:12 GMT -8
Mahal gave a chuckle as he patted his brothers back. "And it is good to see you as well. And good of you to ensure my nieces are taken care of as well." He then motioned for them to follow. "Business is always good here. With so much going on out in the galaxy, the threat of war and chaos is ever a looming reality. So everyone is always seeking to stock their forces with whatever ships they can get their hands on. Sources even tell me the great First Order is experiencing some issues regarding that front. Rare is it that I get any direct orders from such members, but with the constant growth and changing of the guard, new ships and fleets are being created and we do tend to pick up some of the slack when orders are high."
He then looked back to Viggo. "But tell me, how is business going on your end? While it is sad that you chose not to join me in this empire, I'm glad to know business still runs in your veins just as father taught us it should. The funds in our shared account really tell the tale of your success. Who would have thought exotic creatures went for such high prices?"
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