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 Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 12:03 am
Ritt made his way over, before he was marched off the scene. Some time passed, as Captain Tuing eventually came to address the pilots standing in the hangar.
"You have been called here today, and stood patiently. It is only fair to explain why this is. This is Chief Designer Bevel Kelly, of the Sabercat project. I will let him explain."
Bevel stood no more than 5'3", somewhat short. Balding and thick glasses, he didn't appear very much to be any particular person of merit, one could only assume his intelligence was above par. Especially as a Kuati male, his stature and smarts had to be beyond the norm.
"We are at war, mi'lady and her wingmen. The aurek is a tried and true design. It is dependable, agile, and easily understood, and is nearly unmatched by sith designs to this day. The republic, however, still has trouble pushing back the sith in spite of this. The biggest problem is the Aurek is a light interceptor, incapable of doing large amounts of damage, and it's short range makes it's use dependent upon covering fire from larger vessels, or what you have done, and bastardize your weapons systems.
But, not any more. This is a prototype design, in need of serious field testing. Who better than the best squadron in the republic fleet too? No design like this has been seen before. It is fast, powerful, and completely state of the art, updated from the aurek's original design to be able to take on the Sith with renewed vigor. I present to you, the Sabercat."
As if on cue, a complete red fighter landed in the bay, the blast from its engines enough to create a gale in the hangar, rocking the Aureks where they stood, before landing in the #1 position, where Ritt's fighter once sat.
"Larger than your Aurek, it boasts far heavier armor and shield arrays. Powerful twin Boshaa-C’hi ion drives boast enough thrust to make it one of the fastest ships in the fleet, outrunning even the buzzard interceptors. Twin triple laser cannons with a unique rapid fire setting fire nearly twenty bolts a second when activated, chewing through any defense, even up to corvette class shielding. Longer range scanners and advanced targeting systems allow you to track up to 12 enemies at once. And the best part, you can still use your touch 'n go system.
"The magazines are univerally adapting, and can reprogram their size and function from proton torpedoes to bombs or whatever you might be able to load with the quick feed system to change on the fly or refit faster than trying to mess with those clumsy pods. So, your new orders from triple zero are to run these fighters through the toughest battery you can. I'm sure you won't be disappointed."
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 11:18 am
A convoy of supply ships, transports loaded down with material and equipment for the Sith Forces at Yag'Dhul, dropped out of hyperspace as one, their navicomputers slaved to a single lead ship.
The transports were lightly armed at best, owing their defense to the four escort frigates that were keeping silent watch over the convoy.
The lead ship began recieving course corrections and astrogation data from the Hyperspace Becon they had arrived at, deteriming the best course to take and computing the route.
And then it blew up.
To the surprise and horror of the Convoy, they were not alone near the hyperspace beacon. For one by one, a fleet of starships began to decloak around them, their leader an Ashla-class Dreadnaught.
Before evasive maneuvers could be enacted by the convoy, a veritable storm of ion bolts pounded the containers into helpless hulks. The escort frigates, out gunned and out maneuvered, could do little but flail about helplessly as they were smashed apart by turbolaser fire.
Swiftly tractor beams latched on to the cargo ships and the starfleet began to jump into the void of hyperspace, taking the hapless Sith Cargo ships with them....
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 12:25 pm
Jakar fell to the ground, holding his stomach. Unfortunately for him, his looted suit didn't have too much protection against such force. The mere fact that the Sith's punch penetrated the armor helped in him losing his balance, never mind the pain. He managed to hold in the vomit that crawled up in his throat, but he tasted a small amount of blood.
He gasped for breath, drawing in any little bit he could. When he managed, he gasped, "Why?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 3:18 pm
Aurora stood with the rest of the squadron in the hanger, listing to Chief Designer Bevel Kelly speak, until movement out side of the ships hanger doors caught her eye. She turned to look just as the new fighter entered the bay. She grabbed her cloak and held it against her as the engine blast wiped across the bay, rocking the parked Aureks and causing her cloak to flutter behind her.
Bevel Kelly’s words faded into the background as Aurora laid her eyes on the sleek new war bird. She wanted to take a step forwards and run her hands over its brightly colored fuselage. It had the appearance that it was moving, even though the fighter was standing still, with its duel engines, twin tail fins, and long needle like nose. Two long barreled triple blaster cannons attached between the main hull and stubby wings ran the length of the ship, stopping just for of the canopy. She made note of the canard wings and wondered how it would handle in atmosphere.
“How many are we getting?” Aurora asked, stepping forwards to get a closer look at the machine.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:20 pm
"Though you listen, you have yet to understand." Marr said, towering over the Jedi at his feet.
"The galaxy is a brutal realm, and in order to achieve any lasting impact one must learn to survive in spite of this. You must adapt, hardening your body and mind to resist the blows that life will land on your soul."
"Might controls everything, and without strength you cannot protect anything. Let alone yourself."
With that, the dark lord punched him again, this time in the face. He punched him again and again, not letting up until the boy finally fell into unconsciousness.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:00 pm
"So this is a Podracer." The Armor clad Pash said, tapping curiously on the vehicle's engines.
"Its something new adrenaine jockeys in the Rim thought up." Ardee said, the gynoid working on a datapad in hand. "Suicidal and stupid with a 56 to one chance of survival for most pilots."
"Dont tell me the odds. I'm the one who's going to have to fly this thing." The Jedi slid under the vehicle's guide lines to examine the side.
"What do you mean you're going to have to fly it?"
"Its best to keep all eyes on me. That way you can do your buisness uninterupted."
"What makes you think a mere human has the reaction time necessary to be a podracer pilot?"
"Human? You're a "human" too. Besides, we "echani" are rather dextrous by nature. I think I can manage."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:26 pm
Jakar felt no more pain. But he dreamed as he was unconscious. And he knew they were dreams, or some sort of vision, because of the foggy appearance of everything. Jakar saw ships of various shapes and sized fighting eachother in massive battles, a man in armor on the bridge of one ship ordering a mercenary at his side to assist him in his battle against his opponents.
And behind him stood a young man in a dark tunic and a hooded robe shrouding most of his face. The armored man called the hooded figure to his side and told him to remove his hood, revealing Jakar's face, scarred and angry.
"Gah!" Jakar exclaimed as he rose from a hard surface, sweating.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:58 pm
"12 mistress, only a full squadron. That's all we've produced. Dont' wreck them, parts aren't easily found, mistress. Especially on the scram engines," Bevel stated.
Ritt's cockpit opened, as he stepped out, fiddling with the helmet's attachment to the flight suit.
(damn writer's block)
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 6:09 pm
Kira Skirata stared at the shining blue blade, burning death mere inches from her throat. She forced herself to control her breathing, then began to raise her hands slowly...
She then grabbed the blade with her shuk'orok, watching the Jedi's jaw drop in astonishment as her armored fist closed around the blade. Taking advantage of his surprise, she jerked the blade to the side and pulled a holdout blaster from beneath her gauntlet. She then stuck the end of it in his mouth.
"N'jurkad," she said, and then pulled the trigger.
The small blast echoed around the room, as the Jedi's body slumped to the floor.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 11:33 am
Marr bent over and picked up the boy's lightsaber, examining it with the expert's eye. It was a decently made weapon, though it could use a few tweaks here and there. He gestured at the soldiers at the door, and they entered carrying a stretcher.
"Take him to the Legacy," he ordered, twirling the unactivated cylinder in his armored hand, "tend to his wounds and put him in training room Delta. Prepare training program 21 and activate it when he awakes."
"As you wish," replied the squad leader, as they marched away.
Marr continued looking at the lightsaber, mulling over a number of thoughts whirling through his head. He would have to take special care with this one. He was still young, and fragile. Marr needed to push him hard, to break down his will and make him pliable enough to mold into an unstoppable warrior, but if he pushed him too far too fast he could break him completely, a mistake he would not allow himself to make again.
Marr snapped out of his mental musings at the sound of one of his lieutenants approaching, worry and distress emanating from him through the subtle movements of the Force.
"My lord, one of our supply convoys have been attacked!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 11:52 am
Jakar slowly rose from the cold floor. His armor was removed, and the only thing that covered him was the undergarments that he had been wearing under it. He took a moment to collect himself. Beads of cold sweat moved down his skin, and his clothes were damp.
Jakar looked around the room he was in. It was dark. Very dark. He felt cold metal under his feet, wet from perspiration. Jakar didn't see much else but darkness, but he heard a noise. It was like two pieces of rough metal scratching against each other slowly, followed by a loud thunk. Jakar reached out with his senses to attempt to figure out where he was, and what was going on.
He sensed many sentient beings, not close, not inside the same room as him, but beyond the apparent walls of the black room. Before he could gather more information, a blaster shot rang by his head. Jakar snapped back to his normal senses, as another shot headed towards him. He ducked below it in time. The shots became more frequent.
Jakar swayed left and right, attempting to dodge the shots that came towards him. One grazed his thigh, and the burning sensation made him twitch. Jakar was able to sense where the shots were directed, not to mention see where they came from, but they were so frequent and accurate, he didn't have much time to react.
Jakar remembered back when he was under the tutelage of his old master, and remembered seeing him deflect blaster bolts with his bare hands. He had taught Jakar how to do it, but he was never able to perfect it. And considering that his lightsaber was missing, now was the best time to attempt it.
Another red shot approached him, Jakar quickly raised his right hand and the bolt was successfully deflected to his right, followed by the sound of it hitting something. Another shot came towards Jakar, he moved his hand to deflect it. It came to his palm, but it wasn't pushed away. "Kriff," he exclaimed as he felt the shot burn his skin, but not go through his body. The Force had weakened the shot, but it still harmed him.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 1:02 pm
“I’ll endeavor to keep it in one piece, but ultimately that’s up to our adversaries.” Aurora grinned at Bevel as she moved up to the new ship once it had settled down. Her eyes flashed up to the canopy as it opened and she turned to face Ritt as he jumped down from the cockpit.
“Going to need some practice time with the new birds to get acquainted with there handling characteristics.” She grinned up at him as he was fiddling with his helmet. “Let me help you with that.” She offers, reaching up for the connections on his helmet. “So, when do we revive the rest of the star fighters?”
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 8:02 pm
Ritt panted heavily, his brow swept with sweat. The cables detatched, as he stared at the helmet oddly.
"Practice?" He said wth a laugh. "This thing's got enough juice to blow itself to pieces. I'm afriad practice doesn't cut it. You either know it, or you don't. The systems are more advanced than the aurek, but not more complicated. More touch screen here, more datapad there, but I'm more worried about ths bird herself."
"Yes, Ritt. It is significantly faster than your Aureks at full pace. Too bad it doesn't turn like it. Be happy the engines adjust to help, otherwise you'd be no better than a rocket sled," the Kuati stated, a near sneer again. "Your orders will also change. I suggest you listen to your padawan. You have a week until you're reassigned."
"She's not my pada.." Ritt stated, taken aback. "-wan.. not yet at least..."
"You're famous already. Now I suggest taking the squadron one step further. Fame is temporary. Legends last forever, becoming myths in the annals of history. This fighter isn't some standard model. It's advanced. You guys are the only ones I know can bring out it's full potential."
Bevel strode off, as Ritt pulled himself to his feet. He didn't like the squat designer. Arrogant, proud, and loud, but the ship was different from normal. It was bigger, for sure. But only time would tell if it was better.
"You all have one hour to prepare. We're racing the ring," Ritt said, pointing to the large ice ring around the moon. "That'll be our practice, before we move out. Then, we decide the fate of the squadron."
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 12:19 pm
The weapons fire continued. Jakar ducked and weaved around, but he knew he'd tire eventually. He managed to suppress the pain of the burn on his palm, however it still took some of his focus away from his possible imminent death. Now, Jakar decided, was the time to push forward and try to find a way to stop this unseen threat.
Slowly, he moved forward. Step by step he propelled himself at his target, simultaneously dodging the oncoming red bolts of death. The closer he came, the harder it had become. A red shot charged directly at Jakar's head, but he quickly moved his unharmed hand up and pushed it away at the last moment.
Through the Force, he was finally able to detect his opponent. It was a droid. It stood about four to five meters tall, with arms that ended in the weapons that continued to assault Jakar. Another blast skimmed his left shoulder. At that moment, for reasons he couldn't understand, emotions flowed through Jakar's body. Irritation, boredom, and even anger. He was irritated that this had been going on for longer than he liked. He was bored because of the repetition of the situation. He was angry because this droid, this unintelligent automaton, had managed to harm him.
An unknown strength formed within Jakar. It flowed through him like adrenaline, but he could feel a kind of power moving through it. It gave him strength and stamina. The rush propelled Jakar at the droid. He jumped onto it's "stomach", and the weaponry ceased to harm him, although he could feel the heat of the discharged pass by his bare back.
Jakar crawled to the droid's "shoulders", and attempted to keep balance as it tried to shake him off. He leaped off the shoulders at a diagonal vector, and used the Force to push the droid onto it's back. Regardless of the hunk of metal's new position, it still managed to continue shooting at it's target.
Jakar sped forward at the droid once again, using the Force to speed his progress, just barely fast enough to avoid the red shots passing behind his back. He jumped once more onto the droid's "stomach", which was now facing upwards, and rolled forward, to the droid's small head and looked into it's photoreceptors. It had no emotion, like most droids, and yet it managed to somehow drive Jakar into some kind of mad rush.
He felt satisfaction as, with his new found strength, he pulled the droid's head out of his socket with a mixture of Force, pure will, and muscle. Jakar threw the head aside and gave a shout of triumph. But before he could continue his festivities, the energy he had used up so quickly to do the damage he had done finally caught up with him, causing him to collapse in exhaustion.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 10:43 pm
A few final moments of pleasure were had before Siren and Calliga were done. Afterwards, Siren got dressed and headed out towards her next task of breaking the will of a few new recruits. After a short while, she arrived at the door to the chamber, seeing that one of them was already prepped and ready, secured to a table.
Entering the room, the guard that was present gave a quick nod before leaving, standing guard on the outside so no one would interrupt Siren. Now alone with her helpless prisoner, she came close and caressed the girl's face gently. " Don't worry. I won't hurt you, but you WILL beg for mercy... and then for more. " she whispered with a laugh of malicious seduction.
In mere moments, the room began to fill with screams of torment, before they started to fade, only to be replace with those of ecstacy. After a while more, the girl had be driven to such extremes that she was physically drained. Siren looked into her eyes and saw the desire. Her body was too exhausted to stand it any more at the moment, but she craved it now. Satisfied, Siren called the guard. " Escort her back, and bring in the next one. " The harem was about to get a few new willing slaves.
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