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 Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 10:48 am
Imperius watched his foot connect with Drako's chest as he was thrown off the cliff.
"Finally.."
Imperius switched off his lightsaber, and finally noticed that he was in so much pain, he could barely stand. Using a quick Sith refreshing technique, he coped with the pain enough to stay standing.
"Good thing I sliced his jetpack.."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 6:11 pm
It was to be an unusual morning in the Ropeke clan's spaceport that day. and it would start with a bang.
A Passing Rodian Starfighter was floating through the sky, patroling for any ships trying to make a break for it withought getting clearance. The Pilot never expected them to shoot back.
A missle wound its way through the air and slammed into the green hulled rodian fighter. The craft wobbbled and sank, its fuselage blown clear off as gravity reclaims the mechanical bird.
The Phoenix, bearing her matte black and crossbones design hovered up above the rim of her docking bey, sweeping her nose back and forth like a hungry raptor seeking prey. Another missle shot out from from under her wing and nailed another fighter that was hastily trying to rise up to shoot down the outlaw craft. suddenly laser blasts started straffing the early morning sky as the space port's anti air turrets flared to life. The Phoenix, still using her VTOL Repulsors, slid across the air, the enemy bolts comming dangerously close to her starboard wing.
a deafaning roar sunded and the AA canons became smoldering pits of smoke and flame. The mishapen saucer that was Jarik Corran's ship hovered like a menacing cloud, its quad cannon still primed for another shot or four. The freighter then tilted towards the smaller fighter as it attempted to send a transmission.
"Phoenix, this is Raptor, Do you copy? over."
"Affirmative, Raptor. All green. Air superiority confirmed for now. how about you?over."
"while I was waiting for your lazy a**, I finally read that book Platt gave me for my birthday six years ago."
"Well? how was it?"
"Nortrick the Warlord had a pretty sad grasp of the third dimension when he addresed space combat. He treated it more like a two dimensional ocean battlefront, thus leaving gaping holes in his defensive strategy. it was a common problem in early human space forces and armadas."
"Wow. that is boring."
"Ready to haul jets?"
"You bet old man. ascend, I'll watch your a** for more rodian birds."
"Affirmative kid. Raptor out."
The Yt-2400's engines thrummed to life and burned a brilliant blue as it sped up through the sky.
The fighter swept its nose across the buringing port and then winged its way towards the heavens in the wake of the freighter.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 9:53 pm
The pair of ships knifed through Rodia's atmosphere enroute to the safety of space. the only thing between them and freedom was Navik the Red's blockade of his own homeworld. Designed to keep all but the Few allowed by law from leaving Rodia, the fleet consited of ships procured from the Imperial Customs Bureu(SP?) as well as bounty hunter vessels and a few capital ships. all in all a danger to Fighters and smuggler ships alike.
Cale called up the transport as soon as his sensors detected trouble. "Phoenix to Raptor. Heads up, three Light Corvettes a Customs Frigate and three Customs Cruisers."
"So much for an easy escape. I'll get the Mandalore Hunter on the comn with suport fire. Nyran's got some big toys. In the meantime, keep them distracted."
"Affirmative. Im goin for the Pincers." Cale called back, using the slang for a light corvette derived from the huge forward pylons that bracketed the ship's command deck.
His ship split off and spiraled off to engage the three corvettes as they flew in a triangular formation. The ships opened up on him with their Double turbolaser turrets throwing a respectable amount of firepower into the void around him.
The Phoenix darted around like a mad fly as her lasers shot forth in retaliation, barely scatching the surface of the durable vessels.
Suddenly Cale boosted full power to the engines and rocketed ahead, aiming for the very center of their triangle formation as their gunners struggled to shoot him down. as Cale speed though the formation, the ships blasted each other with their powerful cannons, falling for one of the oldest tricks in the book. though the ships weren't destroyed, they were damaged. Cale cranked the stick to starboard, rapidly turning the ship about to face his enemies.
"Now I got you." he muttered as he typed in a code on his panel. His HUD lit up with target locks and he launched a flury of missles. the swarm of warheads exploded violently, overloading the rodian craft's shields and rendering the Dead in space.
"Heh. so much for them." Cale said confidantly. all too confidantly.
suddenly his ship rocked violently as he came under barrage from the smaller, but no less dangerous, Customs Frigate. he had taken a direct blast to the engine and his rear shields had been depleated. Hastily he looped out of the way of the incoming heavy laser cannon barrage, Cursing nervously as they started getting closer.
Cale sharply cranked the nose up into a half loop facing the frigate, catching glancing blows off his airfoils and wing tips. He thumbed his repeatng laser and a storm of bolts splattered against the shields of the bigger ship. the enemy vessel retaliated and Cale had to twist and roll his fighter to avoid the cannon fire. he grinned as he finally locked on with one of his last remaining missles when the entire Frigate seemed to shudder. a blast erupted from the port side of the ship as a boxy vessel flew into view.
"Phoenix, this is the Mandalore Hunter. Do you Copy?"
Cale thumbed his comn on and replied."Phoenix here. where the hell were you when I was getting my a** shot off?"
"Backing Jarik up. Besides, you seemed to have the situation under control. Now hurry up while the Rodians are pulling back. we need to get our asses out of here before the sector rangers show up."
"where to?"
"We're heading to Vergesso. I recomend you do the same after the stunt you pulled. You're gonna need to lay low for awhile."
"Vergresso? as in Vergresso Prime? I thought it was vaped by Vader's Death Fleet."
"Not entirely. Prime was smashed pretty badly but Tenloss figured the best place for a shadow port was a hole the Imps already 'secured.' Now they Call it Dark Heaven."
"Sounds Cheery. First I gotta gather some things on Ord Mantell. Then I'll meet you guys there."
"Don't take to long. or I might just have to take up the bounty they'll have out on you."
"Affirmative. not funny, Nyran."
The trio of Outlaw vessels made their way to the edge of the gravity well and hyped, leaving the jungle world behind.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 10:04 pm
" I suppose you'll also ask how I came to be where I am now, so I guess I'll tell you the major events of my life as well. " Angel said, pausing for a moment to take another bite of her meal, then continued. " My name is Angel Syricia. I was an orphan on Coruscant, until I was adopted by a somewhat wealthy family. I was cared for like I was really part of the family, and we were all close. When I was maybe 6 to 8 or so, we were all going to go somewhere for a vacation or something, I can't remember exactly, but that's where my life got turned around. Dad got the coordinates wrong for the hyperspace jump on the family transport, and we ended up in the crossfire of a skirmish above Korriban. Our ship took some hits, and my siblings and I were put into different escape pods. The last thing I remember seeing then was our ship exploding with my parents still aboard when a Jedi-flown craft did some stupid kamikaze stunt and rammed right into it. " She stopped for a moment, trying not to let the memory cause her to get emotional. " I passed out at some point, because when I woke up, I was on Korriban's surface, and as luck would have it, they had recently made an Imperial Academy there, though it wouldn't remain for long. Anyways, I joined up, and learned that there was no sign of the other pods, so I'm the only survivor. During my academy days, I kept the memory of that Jedi's little stunt in my mind to remind me of what I need to do. That's where my hatred for Jedi comes from. I intended to someday wipe out the Jedi Order for revenge of the pain they caused me. Although, after graduating, I had some leave time before I'd be assigned anywhere, and that's when I 1st met the Dark Lord aboard the transport to Coruscant, and later became his apprentice, and the rest you already know. " She paused again, to take another bite, and then continued. " Although, I will admit I've no deep interest in the power of the Dark Side, but to set things right, I need to be a Sith. "
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 10:49 pm
Mordranna regarded Angel sagely, taking in her every word. Of course, Mordranna felt no malice towards Angel, and, in fact, sympathized. Looking from Neb, to Cajin, and finally Angel, she felt she should introduce herself, or at least re-cap. "As you all know, I am Mordranna Celestia Brunhildt, and my parents once told me that the first and middle names came from some legendary figures that were popular on Alderaan. I was born on Coruscant 33 standard years ago. Also, I was once with the Imperial Special Forces many years ago, and came to be known as the 'Sapphire Valkyrie'," she chuckled, adding "Whether I wish to be called that or not."
"At any rate, I defected the Imperial Forces around the Battle of Coruscant, and it was coming since the Battle of Hoth. I had heard things that I didn't believe, and didn't want to believe. But Coruscant opened my eyes up to many things, and, if I weren't so blindly loyal to the Empire back then, I'd have most likely defected even sooner," Mordranna stated, with a sigh.
She then thughtfully turned her gaze to Angel. "Angel ... I like that name. I think it suits you better, and I'm glad that you're at least willing to hear what we have to say."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 10:59 pm
Neb requested that they introduce themselves.
Cajin looked around, raised his hand, and said "I'm Cajin Jorac, I'm 29, and I used to be a Stormtrooper, RH-2302."
He shrugged. "What can I say? I was born and grew up on some planet you've probably never heard of. I joined the Imperial Stormtrooper Corps when I was 17, I fought in the Battle of Endor soon after, and I stuck around with the Imperial Remnant for a bit after that." he said. "Didn't really like the way the Remnant was turning out, so I quit."
"Now, I just haul cargo and do odd jobs."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 11:17 pm
Drako laughed. He activated his second jet pack and flew around to the other side of the mountin. He lauched into the air and crashed in front of Imperius. Slamming all four of his palms into his chest, Drako started to do this again and again. he lost count of how many times he hit him. Then Drako let it all go. Drako let out force lightning ever time he hit Imperius.
" DIE YOU LITTLE WORM!!!! " Drako yelled out laughing.
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