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 Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 8:00 pm
((Yeah, sorry about that. I couldn't thik of anything so I just responded. Writer's block is a *****! wink ))
Darth Nova Grumbled to himself and sighed. Obviously, Cyberneticus had no influence here because he had not even ever had a chance to prove himself since he arrived. "At least the Jedi gave me a shot," he grumbled.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 1:06 am
"The event's starting time will be relayed to you via the reciever we're installing. I doubt you'll want to sleep too heavily though, as the sith are none too pleased at your kind. A few might want to take you down. If you change your mind and wish to meet for dinner, however, feel free to stop by. A bit of company might add a delicious flavor," Nakara said, leaving Cene to do as she pleased. He snapped his fingers once, adding one last bit of vital information.
"Oh, and the nodes may not be taken off the ship. They're the only thing telling you where the next waypoint is in the race. You could say they 'en-compass' your fate in the race."
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"Don't get too relaxed Aurora. Being an Ace is a bit different from the rest of the Jedi. Rely on your gut, and the Force. Anyone else got any words of advice?" Ritt asked, noting the squadron forming up.
"Ritt, you're full of hot air," Reverend interrupted. "You're too long winded."
"Aurora, don't think. Do." A quiet voice said over the coms. All at once, the squadron went quiet for a short while.
"Did Butts just?" Pagan began to ask. The chalactan's sudden breaking of his stoic silence was enough to throw the Corellian into a loop.
"Cut the chatter boys. Scanners have picked up large squadrons of bombers with light escort and corvettes adding additional capital ship support to repel anything we're going to throw at them. A large contingency of fighters are protecting their missleboats, but we have to destroy those bombers before we can flank the artillery. Their torpedoes will be far more devastating than those missles can be, but watch out for spash damage. Stabilize your shields and switch to combat mode. Cover your wing lead, and engage at will. Out," Ritt ordered, as the battle became into clear view.
He pulled the burn back to standard combat, as the wings readjusted for optimum combat efficiency. The bombers were in total formation, below the squadron. Ritt flipped the craft, and pulled hard back, targeting the closest attack squadron with the cannons, blowing the leader out as he watched the squadron disperse. Ritt made his way through the oncoming bombers in a dead on charge, firing more to scare off the craft than damage them, though a few were hit hard. Nearing the end of the wave, he gave a hard right bank, checking back over his shoulder.
"Still with me, Aurora?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 6:05 am
The soldier's eyes darted forward at the sudden sound of metal on stone. He moved forward, one hand on his pistol, the other on the personal energy shield traditionally used by the Lyran military, waiting to activate it should the need arise. An archaic design similar to that used by the Gungans of Naboo, the shield would provide adequate protection from blaster fire, at least until its power cells were depleted.
As he moved through the jungle, he began to sweat from both anticipation and the heat of his tropical surroundings. He had been in training for months now, and looked forward to the chance to show his instructors how far he had progressed.
There was some sudden movement at his side, but before he could turn a highly customized heavy blaster carbine was held against his head.
"Ori'jate, Lyran. Your tracking abilities have progressed significantly, though you need to work on your reflexes. The unexpected will happen in the field, you need to be ready for it," said his Mandalorian instructor, lowering the weapon. He turned his head and nodded in understanding, taking a moment to appreciate the figure before him, clad in black and gold armor. What he wouldn't give to wear armor like that...
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 11:08 pm
The day had been long and his effort had been at his highest. Korin had managed to secure the fleet under his control. Which proved to be quite fruitful, with the other two ships being Hammerhead-class destroyers.
His first orders had been to locate Stryder. The Senate had moved him, obviously trying to remove his influence from the Galaxy, but there efforts would be in vain. Koren had a plan for the perfect jailbreak.
Koren turned to his Comm Officer and gave him the nod to initiate the plan Koren had cooked up. The ships began to power up and initiate their battle systems. With another nod, a series of commands was punched into the helm and the ship lurched forward. With that, Koren's life was forever changed as he and his two fellow ships flew through hyperspace towards Oovo IV, the republic's favorite prison.
On this day, Koren was going to do the Galaxy a good deed and free Malcolm Stryder from his unjust imprisonment.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 11:21 pm
((Cruiser. Not destroyer.))
Deep in meditation in his cell, Lord Stryder shifted slightly.
His eyes slowly opened and their gaze shifted to beyond the walls of his cell, seeing something that was beyond the sight of those untrained in the Force.
"Well this wont end well." He mused.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 1:04 am
((Changing the name of my ship from Vendetta to Revenge. Don't want to have the same name as Cale's ship. Also, could you bold my name on the character sheet...))
After all of the trainees were back on board the Revenge, Rook's personal heap of floating scrap metal, the ship took off from the moon's surface and headed back to Lyra II. After entering the captain's cabin, she locked the door behind her and slowly removed her helmet, letting her long, purple hair shake loose and fall over her armor.
She let out a weary sigh, leaning against the wall and thinking for a few moments on the recent events in her life. Training these siit was easy money, but it was a far cry from the glorious battle she longed for. Every night she hungered for vengeance, and here she was wasting her time, training a bunch of rookie soldiers on how not to shoot themselves in the arse.
She heard her comm come alive in her buy'ce, and transferred the transmission to the audio in her cabin. The voice of her second came over the comm, the sister that had always comforted her in the weary days between battles.
"The Dar'jetti called. He wants an update on the mens' progress, and mentioned a few assignments that you might be interested in. I told him that you couldn't be reached, and that he could speak with you in person within a few hours."
"Thank you, Fi. I'll make sure to fill out the last reviews before we arrive.
The ship is yours until then."
Rook switched off the comm, then smiled slightly to herself. So the Dar'jetti finally had a job or two in mind. Hopefully it would provide a significant challenge...
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 2:23 pm
Aurora smiled and nodded her head, she was about to respond to the words of wisdom and advice form her squadron mates when Ritt’s orders for battle come over the comm. She throttled down to combat speed, feeling, rather than seeing her fighter’s wings swing into combat position and her hand moved by it’s self to stabilizing the ship’s shields. She was attuned to the force, the separation between woman and machine blurred as Aurora became one with her war bird within her minds eye.
She could feel Ritt’s intentions and inverted her fighter, pulling the stick back hard into her chest before conscious thought, reacting to Ritt’s movements and diving at the bombers below. She squeezed the trigger, concentrating her fire on the next closest bomber, raking her cannon fire across its hull. She resisted the temptation to watch the fruits of her labor and ignored the expanding ball of fire as she followed in Ritt’s wake.
Tarring through the rapidly dispersing squadron of enemy bombers as they scattered to avoid the mad on-rush of Republic fighter craft. She adding her cannons blaster fire to her wing leaders, kicking her rudder controls her slue her birds nose to rake her weapons fire upon any unfortunate bomber that found it’s self with in her kill zone. She thru her stick hard over and her fighter responded smartly into the banking turn to the right.
“You’ll have to try harder than that to shake me.” She giggled thru a predators grin as her head swiveled like a turret, her jedi senses overlapping with her fighters sensors increasing her perception of her situational awareness as she checking their six for any unwanted guests.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 3:04 pm
"Just don't get tore up by the debris. We're not supposed to be destroying them from the front, according to flight school. But then again, we're not in school, over?" Ritt snickered. He pressed the left rudder, as the ship added a vertical component to the dive.
The corvettes which had escorted the bombers in seemed to just beg for any republic ship to get in range. Ritt already knew that the sith escort would try pushing them that way, but by the time they could respond, the Bathurst and the small compliment of other ships would have easily come to the aid. The Bathurst, while a carrier ship, was still far more formidable than these small things.
"Well, now they know we're here," he said, noting the first of the buzzards coming on him. "Incoming fighters, Aurora. Keep my six clean, over."
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 9:25 am
Rook was pissed, though her buc'ye hid it with its emotionless stare.
The Dar'jetti had gone through the trouble of calling her to the capital, only to run off at the last minute to attend some other meeting off-world.
"He's the leader of an entire system," she reminded herself,
"he's going to be a little chaotic."
At least he had left a message on holo-vid for her in his throne room...
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 11:56 am
The fleet shot like a dart into realspace in the Oovo system. Immediately, battlestations were assumed and long range scanners were activated. Koren's officers quickly located Oovo IV and a few asteroids and such that would be ideal for defensive bases.
The three ship fleet set max speed for Oovo IV. The two hammerheads prepped their fighters and turbolasers for enemy craft and set up a defensive formation in front of Koren's ship, whilst he prepared for the attack on the prison facility.
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 2:03 pm
“Roger leader,” Aurora replied over her comm, kicking her rudder so her fighter mimicked the movements of Ritt’s bird as she stayed in formation with him.
“I’ve got your six.”
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 2:37 pm
The Republic Forces guarding the prison were surprised at the sudden appearance of the Mandalorian Forces but they reacted swiftly on their aproach. Shields went up and defensive turbolaser cannons locked on the enemy's course of attack. The Mandalorians would have to enter the asteroid field devoid of the asteroid drift charts, forcing them to be chewed up by the asteroids in order to near the prison. And while the Mandalorians were being pelted by rock, the turbolasers would finish the job.
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 7:38 pm
Sir! We have to change course! There appears to be an asteroid field not updated in the drift charts.
Koren scratched his chin and waved his hand in a sweeping off motion.
Have the two cruisers lay down fire on the asteroid to clear as many rocks as possible. Have them launch half of their fighters to defend and half to help clear the field. Maximize forward shielding and once the cruisers get to the edge of the field, have them stay their and cover our tail. And I want three to five cargo craft, any that they have in their bays ready to land on Oovo, with two being full of armed soldiers. Make it so.
The officer looked at him as if he were daft, but then nodded, saluted, and turned, giving the command for the order to be relayed to the other ships.
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 7:53 pm
The Prison defenders began opening fire upon the oncomming hammerheads. Anti-Fighter Laser turrets began blasting at incoming fightercraft, proving a thorny defense in addition to the field.
Safe behind their shields, the Prison defenders were more than willing to let the enemy ships get nice and close in range of their guns. The Prison was designed to protect against a possible assault by allies of its inmates, and while this was a bit heavier than was expected, Republic help was already enroute to chase the raiders off. It wouldnt be long now and the raiders would be caught between the asteroid belt and the prison guns and a Republic Patrol Ship from a neighboring system.
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 8:27 pm
Captain, guns are opening fire on the Hammerheads. Any orders? They also have some kind of anti-fighter weapons.
Have them pull their fighters back. Have the fighters guard our rear, I want no surprises. Have the two hammerheads fire on any turbolasers locked onto us. I don't want them doing anything stupid, but I want the focus off us a little.
Koren walked over to the Captain's chair and sat down, opening up a status report on the ships systems. Weapons, and anything secondary had been cut and the power transferred to shields and engines.
Manda'lor, let this work. Helmsman. As soon as we reach a straight line with the prison facility, climb to ramming speed. Thats an order.
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