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 Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 10:25 am
Space - Unknown Location
Circe had fallen asleep in between each big jump into Hyperspace. With each jump though, it strained the ship she had stolen and it would only serve her another couple jumps. In her gut, she felt the ship exit Hyperspace and she slowly roused from sleep, rolling off the cot she fashioned together and headed for the bridge. Circe had been on a long and dangerous journey and it would only remain that way until she was told it was okay to stop running. This time however, instead of staring once more at empty space, going through the same old motions feeling empty, Circe saw something completely different. Ships and a mostly blocked space station filled her viewing windows. a buzzing began to thrum in the back of her mind, similar to that of the feeling she got just before she was chased off from where she was hiding back home.
Circe's fingers danced over the consoles, initiating sublight engines and rocketing toward the chaos. A distress beacon had been activated, and message sent out. She left the bridge and readied herself. Her meager armor dressings, and duel blasters would need to serve her well. She may have found where she was supposed to be, but if anything in her life was evident, it was that Circe had no friends and everyone was an enemy until shown otherwise.
[Edited, now having been filled in fully on the situation at hand]
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 7:15 pm
Space- Aboard Station Locolvictum was unfazed by the blast of fire, because yet again he was wearing a suit that would protect him from such hazards. He could feel Elyria running onto the ship, instead of just leaving he did something different. He jumped onto the ships starboard engine and grabbed a hold of it. He then began to punch it, with such force that it shattered the very bones in his hand and arm. Using the force, he channeled his pain and rage to keep his arm together and continued to hammer away at the engine. Denting the durasteel plating with every punch. The Thundering Mercy The Commanding officer of The Thundering Mercy was watching the station slowly get closer towards the sun. Of course it was very slow, it was rather dull and boring to say the least. If his ship wasn't requested then he would never had come because he had a day at the spa planned, certainly it wasn't fit for a son of a Grand Moff to take the orders from a High Lord. He looked out towards The Redeemer, that pathetic Sith Lords flag ship. "If only he doesn't come back, I can make that mine." He whispered to himself. A ship like that could indeed solidify his position within the Imperial fleet and perhaps they will even give him more ships to command. "Sir a ship has just pulled out of hyperspace." "Tell the other ships to hold there fire, that station is too close to the sun. At this point I am the leading officer."But Sir, wouldn't that be...." "I am in charge! You follow my orders before I have you thrown out the nearest airlock!""Yes sir." "Fire the tractor beam.""Firing tractor beam." The ship began to move closer to The Thundering Mercy. This was his moment to prove that he was better than some Sith lord. And he wasn't going to let anyone take it away from him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:35 pm
The zeltron was pulling the ship up and had it flying towards the void, the fleet outside would make things interesting however. Almost as if lady luck was smiling on him his scanners alerted him to a new ship exiting hyperspace, "Let's hope that ship's only the first of many eh?" he smiled though the moment quickly disapated as another panel lit up, the ship was taking damage. "Blasted stoaway... I can't calculate a jump with that fleet waiting outside, not yet anyways." He glared at his console while he navigated the ship along the length of the doomed vessel hoping to mask there presence for atleast a few second longer. His eyes were reading the ships formations, and it looked like he may have wound a proverbial weak link in the chain. "Hold on this is going to get fun" the pirate adjusted the harness in his seat and diverted the power from artificial gravity to the starboard engine and threw the throttle forward. The ship launched forward pulling slightly to the right but he anticipated that, his target was a narrow gap on the wings of the fleets formation, to close for them to fire main turbolaser's with out risking damage to their own ships, and he had maneuverability on his side.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 12:57 pm
Space
As Circe readied herself, she could feel the ship suddenly lurch and the hull groan with stress. The ship was now being pulled in by a tractor beam. Circe was now extremely nervous and did not know what to expect. She was as ready and prepared as she would ever be. The next moments of her life could be her last or not. Something within her made her stop and actually take notice of her breathing, her body's reactions, and made an effort to calm herself. She went to her cot and simply sat waiting for whatever cam next.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 1:33 pm
Space Station Elyria's smile faded quickly as the first blow hit the ship what the hell... turning her head towards the resounding thud which echoed thru the ship.. just what is that crazed fool doing... she looked at Dawson with furrowed brows.. what kind of weaponry do you have equipped..you're a pirate..do you have grappling equipment..we need something to wrench that damn fool from the ship before we lose the engine..the suns gravity can grab us next...
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 8:22 pm
The Thundering Mercy The ship was only a couple of yards away from the hanger as the tractor beam slowly pulled it closer. "Whats the ID for that ship?""Its ID matches that of a stolen ship." "Have every marine on deck ready to apprehend everyone on that ship. I will be down there to join the fun."The officer turned around and left the bridge, heading towards the hanger. When he got down there, the ship was just setting down in the hanger. He gave the sign for all marines to ready there weapons and waiting for them to come out.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 10:38 am
Now Aboard the Thundering Mercy
Circe could feel the ship settle, with a sudden jar, onto the deck of the Hangar of the ship that took her ship. Circe stood and walked to the exit hatch, punching the release button and watching the ramp slowly extend onto the rest of the ship. She was out of view and direct way of fire. Circe could see however, many soldiers surrounding the open hatch area. Fighting may not be wise at this moment, though every fiber of her told her to fight, the strength to win lay inside ready to lash out. Taking deliberate steps forward she had her hands at her side. The buzzing in her head still raging on more than ever. As Circe stepped into view and closing the distance slowly, her eyes fluttered from the feeling, and she rolled her head a bit to try and relieve herself of some of the annoying feeling she felt as the ground began to shake noticeably with a unusual vibrating. Circe stopped just feet from the group of soldiers and stood there.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 7:00 pm
The Thundering Mercy "Arrest the alien scum to be put on trail for her crimes!"The two closest marines moved towards the Togruta, the first holding a blaster level with her head. The other with a pair of force cuffs in hand.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 11:31 am
Space Station as she suddenly realized what Dawson was up to she burst out laughing and sat forward in her seat as she clapped him gently on the back. She could see that the propinquity to the ship would force Vic to let go or risk being crushed against the other vessel Well done Captain! well done...... and hopefully would keep them out of the path towards the sun...
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 2:13 pm
"Was there ever a doubt love?" the pirate smiled, brushing the thin layer of perspiration from his forehead. His knuckles were white on the controls as he continued to negotiate the maneuver. "We are almost ready to jump, keep an eye out for any fighters and we'll be sippin on something sweet before you can say sith spit."
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 7:24 pm
Delirium of Dreams Elyria could feel Dawson's nervousness despite the show of bravado, she checked the view portal for any approaching fighters..but the only ship she saw was being pulled into the larger vessel..she nodded in the general direction.. looks like they have their eye on someone else..let's do this... she placed her hand on his back and closed her eyes letting the force flow thru her into the Zeltron hoping to calm him and steady his nerves in a soft voice let the force guide you...
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 8:42 pm
Space - Ontop of the Delirium of Dreams Locolvictum could tell that they were starting to get closer to the edge of the gravity well. He stopped hitting the engine for a moment to try and use his radio to call his ship. There was nothing but static, Locolvictum cursed and activated his retrieval beacon on the suit. At this point he was running out of ideas, he could burst through the armor of the ship if he hit it a few more times. But he was unsure if he would be able to stay on if the ship if the engine he was on exploded. A different thought went into his head however. He could walk up to the cockpit and break into it through the glass. Locolvictum stood up and making sure that his magnetic boots were still working. He then started walking as fast as he could towards the cockpit. The Thundering MercyThe marines arrested the alien and took it away towards the detention block. "Sir a beacon from one of the marine armors that went into the station has activated its beacon. Its coming from the middle of space." "Blast it all, its that accursed high lord! Open fire, I want all batteries on this ship firing at it!""Sir that's trea..." His sentence was cut short by a blaster bolt to the heart. "If anyone goes against my orders I will kill them myself! Now get those batteries firing at the beacon or I will kill ever last one of you who dares go against my orders! Now get those blasted batteries firing before I blast you!"The RedeemerThe commanding officer Lorian Valkyrie was just watching the station. The shuttle had orders to stay until it got to hot and then leave. But for whatever reason the shuttles ID codes that it was projecting stopping signaling. He wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but he knew that the shuttle hasn't left yet. "Sir, we are picking up a beacon in space. I believe that it belongs to the high lord." "Then make haste and get him immediately!""There is going to be a problem with that." "And what would that be?""The Thundering Mercy is powering up its weapons, I think its going to start firing on the high lord." "Then get our interceptors to surround him! Don't give that b*****d child an opening to fire on our lord! Get our tractor beam ready to pull the ship in!"(Sorry about really late post, I guess I have been a little less than uninspired lately in terms of me writing something)
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 5:23 am
(Asral phantom- Outer rim)
Wilka sat in the flight deck of his ship in deep meditation, his lightsabers sitting in front of him. Slowly they lifted and disassembled, and the pieces began to orbit him. Clearing his mind opened him to the will of the force, he would begin sad end ever day with this for of meditation. After a few hours Javic sarted a beeping and chirping nervously. Anoyed Wilka pieced his lighsabers toghether before before he stood and aproached the cockpit. " You have my attention, what's happening?" Wilka peered out into space, and saw four night fang ships approaching. " Uhh! Not these fools again I don't care to fight them right now" Jumping into the pilots seat Wilka swung the ship around. A the pirates opened fire. " Javic set a course for Laden!" the drid beeped in copliance and a few seconds later they were at light speed.
Two years have passed since Wilca left Tythos, and crashed on Hoth to discover an imperial laboratory and the horrid experiments that swelled within. Composite creatures with bionic enhancements, they tore tore everyone in the lab apart years before. Wilca was lucky to escape with only the loss of his left arm. After makinging it back to his ship he ordered his R8 Javic to signal for help and passed out. Sevarl weeks later he came to in the med bay of salvage ship with a robotic arm and a worried droid by his side. The salvager a Verpine named Saskila had also began repairs on his ship. Wilma had offered to work off any debt, but Saskila refused saying a Jedi once saved his life.
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