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 Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 7:32 pm
Of all the places a man of Deakin's status could sleep, his ship would be the last. Having friends in high places, or, at least with nice housing and a spare room, was helpful. Deakin trusted no one's room, even if it only had four walls and a bed raised above the ground. Deakin woke up in his bunk, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He hadn't slept for 24 hours straight. He got out of bed, in his boxers and grabbed his leggings held on a stand beside the bed.
"Another day," he muttered putting them on. "Another bloody day..." He put his boots on and noticed his data pad blinking. Shaking his head and yawning at the same time, he ignored whatever it was and put on his chestplate, followed by the rest of the arm armor. He slowly got up and stretched. Deakin needed a job.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 9:50 pm
The Hunting Hawk bobbed and weaved like a thing possessed as it dodged the ion fire, Cene cursing with each near miss.
The Verpine design was proving its worth in the race, and Cene's skills were making the most of it.
Switching to her lasers, she fired back at the escaping ship.
Seeing where they were heading, Cene thought the Echani was nuts.
"Diving into a barrage?" She muttered as she pulled away from pursuit. "Nice knowing you, idiot."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:16 pm
Koren sat down and typed a few things into the keypad on his chair. He tapped the side of his helmet for good luck and ordered the helmsman to comm the other ships and have them prepare for hyperspace. He cracked his knuckles and buckled his holster. The fight was over for now, so there was no need to be quite so battle-ready.
Any certain place that you would like to go, General? My ragtag battle fleet is only so comforting to someone who must be used to bigger, better ships.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:22 pm
Stryder tapped his foot for a moment, eyeing the stars before him and then glanced to Koren.
"Commander, it seems I need to go into hiding for a while. People will be looking for me after this event, and frankly the Galaxy isnt ready for my return quite yet. In the mean time I believe we can benefit each other. You can provide me with a mobile location from which to lay low, and I can provide you with something the Mandalorians have long since dreamt of."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 6:15 pm
The Lyran fleet dropped out of hyperspace close to the Givin homeworld of Yag'Dhul. Too close in fact. Early-warning sensors all over Yag'Dhul rang out in alarm, and powerful planetary shields covered the sphere, making orbital bombardment, as well as the entry of landing ships, impossible.
On board Revan's Legacy, a panicked lieutenant relayed the news to the commanding officers.
"Calm down lieutenant, it's not quite over yet," said a confident Marr Silvertongue, standing beside the Fleet Admiral and captain of the ship. They were standing near one of the comm terminals. Waiting...
Another lieutenant walked up to the captain, carrying a datapad. "They managed to get a brief signal through, but we were able to get the jamming beacons deployed in time to stop anything coherent."
"Well done, keep monitoring those beacons and report back every fifteen minutes," responded the captain, after a nod from Marr.
The Sith fleet hung in orbit of the planet, capturing or destroying any of the random ships unlucky enough to be outside of the planetary shields upon their arrival. They then waited, and the atmosphere on the bridge of the Legacy grew tense...
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 7:06 pm
Deakin took a deep breath and rolled up some dried tobacco plant. It would help him relax, somewhat. He lifted the helmet from the stand and proceeded to the cockpit. The most he could do now, was think. It had been some time since he remembered how to get a job for the Sith. To him, it might not have been possible, but, it was worth a try. Dirty credits didn't appeal to him anymore.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 10:05 pm
" Guuugh! " a young padawan grunted, falling to the ground after being hit in the side. After a few brief moments, he stood up again, taking a moment to ease the sting of the impact with the Force. " Ready? " Nemesis asked, standing straight with her saber at her side in the typical Makashi opening stance. After the boy held up his saber and nodded, the near-human assaulted his defenses with a barrage of elegantly performed attacks, switching at the last second to a downward strike with immense power.
Remembering what caused him to fall before, the young Jedi-to-be braced himself and intercepted the blow, however his strength wasn't up to par with Nemesis, and he was slowly being pushed down into the ground. He quickly slid the attacking blade off, returning a strike of his own in the form of a sweeping kick that would trip his opponent. Unfortunately, his opponent in this match easily saw it coming by the way he moved and jumped over him, grabbing him from behind with her saber at his throat.
" You're doing better, but your counterattack was untimely. Every moment you wait gives your opponent more of a chance to strike again. Remember that. Otherwise, you are improving. Your master must be teaching you well. " Nemesis said, deactivating her saber and letting the boy go. " My teaching isn't the only factor in his progress. " a voice said, as a figure approached, turning into the Jedi Master that was the boy's teacher. " I know not of Makashi as greatly as I wish, but he has done well considering, against one who is much experienced in fighting saber against saber. "
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the master and padawan walked off together. Nemesis stood in silence for a moment, observing the figures as they grew distant. " That reminds me, I haven't seen Saria at all today... Usually she'd be tending to her garden by now. " She headed back to her shack, having nothing more to do at the moment.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:05 am
After clearing the factory, Rook sent a brief coded message back to her ship. They found a few workers in the factory, but it was run mostly by droids so they were mostly managerial types. All save one surrendered without a fight, and that one was put down easily enough. The prisoners were put in a makeshift holding area on the lower levels.
An equipment crew began carrying a number of parts from the storage bay of the Revenge, setting up the complicated machinery towards the opposite end of the structure. The Revenge then disengaged from the factory, patrolling the surrounding skies for any vessels who might come to investigate their activities...
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:53 am
The Vendetta dove into the barrage, massive bolts wizzing just milimeters past her hull.
But despite the very likely possibility of destruction, Pash wasnt worried in the least.
And when the Vendetta emerged from the exchange, she was not only intact, but right on the Hunting Hawk's tail.
"open fire!" Pash said and the forward guns and Ion turret of the Vendetta opened up on the Mandalorian ship.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 11:56 am
Surprised by the sudden maneuver, Cene cursed again and sent her ship spiralling out of the way of the sudden barrage. She dove into the midst of a raging dogfight and then lopped out, taking a few laser blasts to her shields as she began trying to find the Corellian ship in the middle of the battle.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 12:31 pm
"I lost sight of him." Ardee said working the scanners.
"Forget it." Pash said as he rolled the ship away and drove for the edge of the battlefield. "We need to find the ring."
"Right. Got it." Ardee worked the sensors again, scanning on the Ring's frequency and fighting through the jamming prodced by the battle.
"Its....by the 2nd moon." She said finally as Pash maneuvered the ship once more out of harm's way.
"Great." He replied as the Vendetta cut around a corvette and made for the Ring. "Keep that turret looking for trouble."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:51 am
Having lost her pursuer, the Mandalorian reset her sensors to try and hunt down the ring.
Blasting through a few Sith Fighters and dodging and weaving through the raging battle, she picked up the location near the 2nd moon and rocketed toward her goal.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 4:05 pm
Koren nodded after a moment of personal inflection. He stood up and walked over to his helmsman. He whispered something into his ear and patted his shoulder. He turned back to Stryder, his face not visible under his dark helmet, but his emotions not sharing the same protection.
I hope you don't mind if we make a pit stop, General. There are a few things the crew could use and one of them is a little proper training.
The ships paused and then lurched forward into hyperspace. Stars streamed past the view screen in a mezmerizing manner.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 4:12 pm
"Of course, Commander." Stryder said as he turned to leave. "When you have time, meet me in my quarters. Theres something I must discuss with you."
At that, Stryder left the bridge, locating quickly enough an available room on the ship.
There he took a chair, placed it before the viewport, and sat, staring at the lightlines of hyperspace.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:11 pm
The Engines on the Vendetta threw the ship out of the scuffle with only a few dings and directly on course for the ring.
"Straight ahead." Pash announced as he adjusted some levers. "That Ring is as good as ours."
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