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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 7:41 am
Koren let out a chuckle and waved a hand infront of him in an easing kind of way.
There's more than enough armor in Keldabe to sate your needs, General.
The two of them reached the Command deck only to have the comm officer come over to Koren immediately, looking rather exasperated.
Sirs, Keldabe Air Control wants us to identify ourselves and so I did and they ordered us to leave or be shot down. W-What should we do?
Calm down trooper, I'll handle this. Bring up a channel with Keldabe.
The comm officer ran back to his station and punched a few things into the keyboard and turned back, giving Koren the thumbs up.
Keldabe, this is the Captain of the battlefleet orbiting above your city. I order you to stand down. My name is Koren Renvach. I think most of you know me. I am here in the city to look for some good men to hire and for some general R&R. I trust that I will not be delayed any further, lest I have to go to higher ups to resolve this issue?
The comm was silent for a moment until it snapped to life with a older man's voice.
Renvach, you are cleared to land in transports. At the moment, we cannot accommodate your ships. You may bring some troops down, but not all. And no funny business, ner vod.
Koren turned off the commlink with an upset look on his face. He turned back to Stryder and motioned to the lift again, but he spoke to his Lieutenant, his second in command.
We have a few shuttles onboard that we can use. We'll take the troops with us that fought in the prison, so they can relax. The crew is officially off duty and may relax, drink, and use the recreation centre. Have the Hammerheads send over a few shuttles to use. I'll be in my fighter with General Stryder. If you need anything, call me on my commlink.Make it so.
Yessir!
With that, Koren walked to the door of the lift.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:08 am
When Deakin got off the ramp, it closed up with some hissing and mechanical sounds. As soon as he took a few steps, a port officer approached him. "Don't move, son," he ordered sightly. "State your business here."
"Work, vod," Deakin replied with one hand up. "Just work and a side in this war. That's my ship, Mandalore's Fist."
"I'll let this slide, but next time you try and land, take it easy and wait for contact, ok?" With that said, Deakin nodded in respect. The last thing he wanted was trouble at the port. "Take a walk, get a drink, you'll most likely find work there."
"Aye, thanks, mate," Deakin replied straightening his blaster over his back. He then proceeded to the local cantina, or anywhere else he might be able to sit back.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 10:03 am
Stryder arched an eyebrow at the idea of using a fighter.
"Wouldnt a shuttle serve a better purpose than wasting a Fighter to transport the both of us down?" He asked as he followed.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 10:38 am
Marr lifted two of the defending soldiers into the air, the Force rendering them immobile as they dangled helplessly. He then tossed them aside, and they crashed into a pile of debris with enough momentum to kill a rancor. Three more ran up to him and his personal guard, firing repeatedly at the group as they closed in. Marr raised another hand, and the blaster bolts splashed harmlessly against an invisible wall near his hand. His guards returned fire, mowing them down with ease.
The Givin had managed to form some type of defense against the invading force, but they had clearly relied heavily on their planetary shields to hold them off for a considerable amount of time. Getting through so soon had caught them at an extreme disadvantage.
Three squads of Givin troops marched out of the building ahead, marching towards them with weapons at the ready.
"Hold your fire," the dark lord said to the commander of his personal guard, one of the first trained by the Mandalorians under his employ.
About a hundred yards away, the leader of the Givin soldiers stepped forward and shouted out a seemingly random string of numbers. Marr answered in kind, and walked up to the Givin with arms outstretched. When he had first donned a suit of armor this heavy, it had seemed more cumbersome and unnatural to be worthwhile. Now, these several years later, he wore it like a second skin.
"We are honored that you have decided to assist us in our noble endeavor," he said to the Givin after coming within three yards.
"The odds of victory are stacked quite significantly in the Sith's favor," the alien replied, "those wise enough to see this also know that it would only benefit us to be on the winning side."
"And those foolish enough to cling to alliances that have long since outlived their usefulness?"
"Those are yours to do with as you wish," the alien said, coldly. "So long as you keep to our agreement."
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 9:03 pm
Her last mission a success, Rook blasted away from Lyra IV on the Revenge once more. This time, the ship was a little emptier than usual. Many of her Mando'ad brethren she had left behind on the planet's surface. Her hatred of the Jetiise was personal, she would not risk the lives of her fellow warriors in pursuit of this vendetta.
Fi, her second in command and closest friend, was the exception. She had tried to leave her with the Lyrans as well, to help in the training of the Lyran military elite, but she would have none of it. The brave lass had adamantly demanded that she accompany Rook on her mission, and threatened to follow her in a separate ship should she refused.
Secretly, Rook was glad for the company. Good friends were hard to come by. Aliit ori’shya tal’din, family is more than blood, or so the old saying went...
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 2:13 pm
Marr's armies had broken the back of the Givin defense, it would only be a matter of time before control of the planet would be his. He stood back on board Revan's Legacy, watching the invasion unfold from multiple viewscreens transmitting from around the globe.
The Givin had always intrigued him. So much in fact that he had spent half a decade of his years as a Jedi studying their culture and living amongst them. During that time he had made a friend of the leader of a more liberal-leaning faction of the Givin elite, a connection that had served him well on this day.
"The odds of victory are stacked in his favor," is what his Givin friend had said. Marr wasn't sure if he was merely telling him what he wanted to hear, or if he was completely genuine in that claim. He did know that odds was a dangerous game to try and play at. You had to know all of the factors at work, and know them well. The Givin's boast was perhaps merely an overstatement of a previous conclusion...
Confidence was valuable, arrogance could be a fatal flaw...
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 2:38 pm
Balmorra. A factory world much like the Lyran worlds, with much of the industrial areas geared towards manufacturing the weapons of war, and not much else in the wilderness that surrounded these. Luckily for the Balmorrans, the planet had seen little military action during the long war, even though it wasn't too far from the border of Sith space.
Her target was a Jedi Knight put in charge of the planet's manufacturing capabilities, and under his watchful eye the industrial sectors had improved their production tenfold over the last five years. He was lower on the list of targets that had been given to Rook by the Dar'jetti, but she figured she would get rid of the easy ones first...
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 5:07 pm
((Sorry about the wait guys.))
Cene dropped into the system and made a beeline for her destination. She was picking up comn chatter from the ground control, them citing numerous fines and whatnot, but she payed them no mind. If they had a problem with her trying to win the race, she would deal with them in person.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 5:29 pm
Pash landed without trouble and stepped off his ship just to find himself staring into the eyes of an inspection team of Umbarans.
"We're checking your ship, Echani." The lead Inspector said with a touch of arrogance in his voice.
"Really?" Pash said curiously. "I've already verified I'm not carrying any cargo. Theres no need."
"Theres no need." The Inspector repeated.
"My ship and crew are clean and all my papers are in order."
"Your ship and crew are clean and all your papers are in order."
"Although..." Pash passed off a small chunk of aruodium into the man's hands. "Theres a Mandalorian vessel thats rather supicious. It'll be landing here soon. Might want to check it out."
Blinking a bit confusidly, the inspector eyed the small piece of aurodium and gave a final shifty glance at the disguised Pash.
"We'll let you off with a warning." The umbarran said as he led his men away. "But if we catch you doing anything funny, you'll be seeing the inside of our prison cells."
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 1:04 pm
((I've been away))
Hmm... perhaps you are right. Well that's not an issue, I think I have a ship we can use in the same hangar.
The two men continued on their path and entered the private hangar. It was small and only contained a few ships, one of which there was a large rectangular ship, in the style of a Winnebago-class transport. Koren boarded and Stryder followed suit and the two men sat in the cockpit, strapped in, and activated the ship. After a brief scan of all systems, the ship lifted from the deck and out the now opened bay doors.
Was their any kind of armor you were looking for specifically, General?
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 3:28 pm
"Armor enough to hide in." Stryder said simply. "Neither of us need it known that a jedi is supporting you in your efforts to remilitarize your people. But the matter of armor I can deal with myself. I believe you have more pressing matters to attend to."
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 3:35 pm
Deakin lowered the power setting on his IR-5 and raised the rifle's setting to maximum. He wiped his chest plate slightly and proceeded to the cantina. As he walked there, there were no wandering eyes. Just the usual nod. It felt good to be among people looking at each other casually. Far from the criminal world. By a long shot. Maybe there he could find some old soldier to direct him somewhere and get a drink.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 3:40 pm
That is true. Then I suppose once planet-side, we will have to go our separate ways temporarily.
The ship soared into the atmosphere as smooth as butter. Keldabe was bustling as always and it was easy to meld into the everyday traffic that was occuring. Koren checked for the hangar in which he was cleared to land and made his way there, through the lanes of civilian traffic. Upon sighting it, he brought the large transport around and slowly hovered into it's open roof, his personal favorite kind of hangar. Koren noticed his other transports filled with his men coming down and landing adjacent to the hangar in which he was no being registered by the Quartermaster of the hangar complex. Koren got up, unstrapped himself, waited for Stryder to do the same, and exited the ship, making sure to shut everything off and activate security systems upon locking the door. The two men then made their way over towards the quartermaster to pay the docking fees.
Here you go General. I made a list of some of the best armorers in town who don't ask questions and also the address of the Inn where I will be staying, if you need to reach me. I will have my commlink and I wish you the best of luck.
He handed him a datapad and offered a handshake.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 3:49 pm
Stryder nodded to him, took the datapad and shook his hand.
"I will meet up with you later then." He said as he turned to depart. "May the Force be with you."
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 12:44 pm
Cene landed, her anger at loosing to the Echani in the corellian ship putting a lethally sour edge to her mood. She didnt want to have to put up with any osik, wanting instead to focus on the next part of the challenge and to put the Echani in his place.
And then came the Umbarrans.
After disembarking from her ship, a crowd of port inspectors arrived and demanded to have a look at her ship.
She only stared at them, her visor concealing the dark look she was giving them.
Mistaking the silent warning to shut up for ignorance, the lead inspector began babbling off a list of reasons, regulations, and other meaningless babble why she should submit to their authority and let them search her ship for contraband, all underlaced with a condescending tone that betrayed an ego that only a self inflated buerecrat could possess.
She wasnt really listening, only focusing on the umbarran's flapping lips, waiting for him to stop talking.
When he did, Cene threw a sudden snap punch to the Umbarran's face, her shock gauntlet adding some extra power to her attempt at reconstructing the Umbarran's mug.
The punch caught the Umbarran completely off guard and knocked him to the pavement, his unconcious body twitching with electricity from the shock gauntlet.
"Anyone else wish to inspect my ship?" She asked, flexing her fingers in anticipation of beating in a few more skulls.
There were no further takers.
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