Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I

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Salem Norongachi		#101	[-]
Posts: 1391 (05/15/08 19:24:50) Deputy Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The ever changing haze of hyperspace filled the bridge of the [/i]Tithe[/i]. Sitting off to the left Salem sat watching anxiously, his right leg jittering up and down as a nervousness washed over him, things were taking to long. He could clearly see Etti IV erupting in hot flame from its dying sun, hear the people scream as the calamity swept across the planets surface. Not for the first time he wished for a time machine but instead of going backwards he wanted to go forwards, speed up their journey, have the HIMS equipped Task Force on the move...flights of fancy of course, a wish conjured by a leader facing the imminent demise of all he held dear. "Real Space in 5,4,3,2,1...reverting back to real space" Came the call of his helmsman and suddenly the tunnel shattered apart and starlines streaked by them for a moment only to become stationary specks against the black as their speed decreased. There before them sat the Task Force, or part of it, 5 ships was all they had managed to fit with HIMS? His head fell into his hands for a moment....it wasn't enough. He could see it again....Etti's sun exploding and cleansing the world of life, but it would have to do. No time wasted, he was up and making his way to the shuttle that would take him across to the Bellerophon, It was a small mercy at least that two of his most formidable warships had been fitted in time. Looming to the side of the shuttle, behind the Bellerophon sat the ring shaped form of the Trag. His shuttle docked and as soon as his foot stepped from the turbolift onto the bridge he barked his orders. "Signal the rest of the floeet have them move to the edge of the Field, To hyperspace gents, with all speed!" He sat and sat down in the familiar command char of the Star Destroyer feeling the fabric of its arms on the palms of his hands. "One more adventure old girl....lets hope its not our last together. The Ships fired into Hyperspace, the Strike Cruiser taking a different jump point to meet the rest of the fleet and once again the corridor consumed them.
Jarekk Oriel		#102	[-]
Posts: 191 (05/15/08 19:38:12) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	*the Ascension: enroute to Corellia* The Fleet Admiral expected no lack in frankness when he sat at his seat in the conference room. Only him and the two gentlemen occupied the place, as everyone else was left at their stations to notify him in any change of situation. I am sure you already know your orders but I shall humor you anyway. You will both lead the bulk of our ground forces down to Corellia and link up with any remaining insurection forces. You will then aid them in driving back whatever opposing forces they encounter. And there you will remain until we have the opportunity to come back and retrieve you from the planet without extreme risk loss. While you- At that exact moment they were interrupted by the Fleet Admiral's com-link beeping. The Dornean made a motion of curiosity and acknowledged the incomming transmission. Sir, sensor readings no longer say that we are inside a planet. We are free of the gravity field, should we head for our target at hyperspeed or do you think this is a trap? The Fleet Admiral pondered the question for a moment before answering. Make the jump. I highly doubt there is plausable reason for them to drop the field in order to trap us, as they would be much safer simply blasting us from this distance. Inform all men to be ready for battle ASAP. That said, A'kruo turned his attention back to the two temporary commanders before him. As their conversation continued, the group felt the lurch of the ship as they jumped into hyperspace. Last Edited By: Jarekk Oriel 05/22/08 18:46:59. Edited 3 times.
Arax Tarkin1		#103	[-]
Posts: 39 (05/15/08 23:13:29) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Arax pounded the arm rest of the captains chair, and swore loudly. It seemed that his presence was unwanted, and he was rather put off by the Corellian's response. Arax looked out through the cockpit window, he could not see any ships in his immedeate sector, nor did any appear on the radar. Perhaps he should try and slip through the orbital defenses. No, that did not seem like a plausable idea, not to mention the fact that if it failed the chance for escape would be slim, or none. An idea quickly formed in his head, and he sent out another transmission. "This is captain Tarkin, perhaps you do not understand, I wish to join your cause, and free Corellia from its slavery to other factions. However, I will respect your wishes to turn away, but if you do wish to contact me, I can be found on private Com channel 5-4928-3. I hope you accept me devotion to this noble cause, and permit me to serve and help build a Corellian empire. I think I would be an asset to you all, as I have vast experience in command of capital ships." Arax turned the Courtesan away, hoping to hear back from the corellians...
Barada Mulping		#104	[-]
Posts: 1796 (05/18/08 05:50:39) Legendary Bartender Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The owner of the droid in Keben Park stood some distance away on an elevated walkway observing the scene from a pair of electrobinoculars. He then shifted the view to the flames in the distance of riots near the space port. They had not spread to the government sector of the city, but matters could escalate rapidly. The sentient, to all appearances a human male, typed a series of commands onto a remote with a gloved hand, then discretely dropped it over the edge of the walkway onto a passing maglev passenger train. Not bothering to watch the train speed off into the distance, he departed catching a glimpse of himslef in the dark window of a starscraper. Andur Sandskimmer, sometimes known as 'Tank' looked back at him. It was a face that he hadn't seen in years. A man purportedly from Tatooine, an Imperial wash-out, who had arrived on the Galactic scene what seemed like another life-time ago. A man who had briefly established ties with the Rebellion before slipping disappearing into obscurity once more. 'Tank' pulled out a comlink. When the recipient picked up, he said, "This is Andur. Given all the action in town, it looks like we'll need to cancel our dinner reservations. How do you feel about take out?" ________________________________________________________________ Back in Keben Park, the cloaked ASP droid resonded to some unheard command with a simple, "Affirmative." It stood up and began to head off away from the CorSec agents.
zasabi1		#105	[-]
Posts: 1139 (05/18/08 06:01:13) Zasabi Ray Wandering warrior Breaking the Boundaries Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Zasabi pushed himself off of the wall, shaking off the temporary deafness from the close range explosion he had caused. Even though he was more or less invisible, he couldn't afford to sit around and let the power packs on the suit drain themselves. He had to go make sure that the distractions were still in order. It was ironic, then, that a distraction of an altogether different kind should appear. His HUD flashed momentarily, drawing his attention to a comm call. He immediately answered it, sure that the alleyway was empty of listeners. "This is Andur. Given all the action in town, it looks like we'll need to cancel our dinner reservations. How do you feel about take out?" Zasabi briefly frowned. So their first plan had fallen through? "I guess I'll settle, but only if you get me the most expensive dish. The children can only play for so long, after all." He had met with his new comrade briefly after arriving on planet. Both of them had similar agendas, and it turned out that they were both in a fairly good position to be of help to each other, Zasabi with his connections in Corellia proper, and "Tank" with his own connections. They had set up a number of plans, along with contingencies in the case of one falling through. It was one of these contingencies that now urged Zasabi, unseen and hopefully unheard, toward the government sector of Coronet.
Locount Lazrus		#106	[-]
Posts: 540 (05/22/08 20:09:12) Grand Vizier Narcissistic Battle Mod Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The command walkway seemed narrow to the Admiral, narrower that it had felt in many years. The other end of the bridge seemed further away than usual too. Such a sensation had last been with the Admiral when he was a Captain at Endor; he had not been in such a battle since, such a determined foe. Yet despite their determination, the imperials were holding strong, showing their grit. The bridge slowly began to return to how it seemed before, and the naval officer seemed to be looking at him with an oddly curious exclamation. "You okay Admiral? Since that last explosion you seemed out of it, though it was a bit bright, and a bit close", spoke the Captain in a tone as if he was discussing the weather. The Admiral blinked a few times and then looked over the other officer with his usual contempt for the officer now leaking through. Grunting, the Admiral moved past the Captain to an awaiting junior officer, who had just walked up to the two while the Captain had been speaking. "Yes", spoke the Admiral acknowledging the new officer in front of him now. Behind him, and out of the corner of his eye, he could make out the form of the Captain turn around as well. Why he wasn't taking more interest in his vessel alone, the Admiral could not fathom. "We have reports from widespread damage across the fleet now sir. Though we have confirmed a number of enemy vessels destroyed including what may be their flag ship", spoke the junior officer crisply. The Captain seemed to look around the bridge on the mention of the opposite flag ship's status and the Admiral nodded slightly to the news. Reaching up a hand, he held his chin for a few moments taking in the latest information. "Very well, continue to have all capital class vessels fire upon the largest remaining enemy vessels and work their way down. Switch the fighter wings though, have them move away from the engines to focus on the remaining ramships", spoke the Admiral in a commanding tone. The junior officer saluted and then walked back to his previous location, soon the orders would be filtering down through the fleet. A faint humming behind the Admiral caught his attention to find the Captain looking out towards the bridge. "A good plan Admiral, knock out their fists and pummel their torso. A very good stratagem, very textbook", spoke the Captain highly. The Admiral frowned at the lower ranked naval officer and turned to face the activity around them. "I am glad you think so", spoke the Admiral flatly not even bothering to hide his sarcasm.
khojane1		#107	[-]
Posts: 695 (05/23/08 00:00:51) Ken/Kyoji Shadow Warrior Losing Balance Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Ken sat in a luxurious chair of black leather, trimmed with purple, red, and blue lining. He took a sip of the cool water provided to him by an initiate before the meeting, and looked to Admiral A'kruo. The sudden change in the interdiction field made him nervous... why had the Centerpoint dropped the field rather than eliminate the rest of their fleet from a distance? Either way, he and Gantoris would finally be leading their anxious troops into battle on-ground, a mission he'd been waiting to take on for longer than he cared to admit. He closed his eyes as the ship lurched into hyperspace, and felt an awkward vibration in his mind. A series of images flashed behind his eyes, almost too quick for him to interpret. There was a mighty growl, one that shook him to his core and ignited a fear irrational to the situation. Beyond that, there was a gore-drenched axe of massive size splitting the torso of an indistinguishable figure, and the evil grin of massive fangs. Last was a massive eye, coldly staring into him. His eyes flipped open suddenly, but something stayed him from reacting to what he'd seen. He sighed and took another draft of the water. What was... that? It felt like an omen, one transmitted through the Force, its relevance unclear to him. The Force contniued its mysterious work as the Iridonian waited for A'kruo to finish the mission specs so that he could arm up with the rest of those under his command.
Salem Norongachi		#108	[-]
Posts: 1401 (05/23/08 13:28:14) Deputy Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Kal: The Diktat took a moment to compose himself, the room seemed to have stopped its swimming but a cold film of sweat was creeping out across his brow, he felt feverish, shivering and it took him a time to remember that the Envoy was before him waiting patiently. He composed himself and forced the sickening feeling from his stomach and stood, clasping his hands at the small of his back he pierced him with a stare. "We require that all Governing bodies," He almost spat those two words at the man. "relinquish their strangle hold on fair Corellia-" He was stopped mid-sentence when a call came through the Com and the message given to him left him utterly perplexed. "Sir! Multiple supspace distortions detected, braodcasting as New Republic Warships!" Came the startled and strained voice. "How is that even possible! The Interdiction Field should have stopped all but HIMS equipped vessels and i highly doubt the entire New Republic fleet could have been outfitted with the device in such a shot period of time!" He screamed into the Com. A brief silence followed, like the kind of silence after an elderly relative not fully in control of their faculties any longer says something wholly embarrassing. "Sir....you ordered the field to be dropped...." The reply sent a cold feeling driving into his gut...his eyes wide, he saw his plans shattering before him. He turned slowly, his hands balling into fists so tight that the knuckles came up white, and snarled at Strife.
Kal Strife		#109	[-]
Posts: 3799 (05/23/08 14:02:01) Rebel Leader Master of the Force The Unforgiven Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	As confusion and rage warred for domination of Thracken's ugly features, Kal allowed a mocking smile to touch his lips. "I imagine this isn't how you thought things would end," he noted, his dry humour marred by the arrogance of a man who knew he had won, "But destiny is a fickle beast when it comes to such things." "Now," he continued, unhurridely releasing his lightsaber from the clasp that attatched it to his belt and igniting the platinum blade, "I could simply force you to surrender, but, in all honesty, I don't see the point. Even if you surrender, I suspect that more than enough of your lackeys will choose to keep fighting to ensure that this station won't be taken without a fight." He paused, sweeping his lightsaber up and around in a crude holding pattern, a simple warmup exercise intended to get the blood flowing, then continued, "And even after we capture the station, there's only one sentence that any sane judge will impose upon you; immediate execution.." Harsh words and, as Kal spoke them, he raised his gaze, fixing Thracken with his steely stare before finishing; "So I think I'll simply save the state the cost of your trial." And with that he lunged forward, bringing his lightsaber arcing around for the sai cha, the beheading strike that would end Thracken's life. Republic Fleet, Centerpoint The Republic fleet burst out of hyperspace en masse, a swarm of insects compared to the gargantuan bulk of Centerpoint itself. However, like so many insects, the ships of the fleet had stings in their tails and, almost as one, they unleashed a blinding volley of weaponsfire at the titanic station. Thousands of bolts of coruscating energy seared across the darkness of space, blasting turrets into molten slag and scorching the ancient metal of the hull, while potent proton torpedos surged across the void in their dozens, erupting against the so-called weakpoints of the station with massively varied results; many hit the ancient metal and did little but scorch it, but others impacted on segments added later by less skillful hands, destroying them with impunity. Meanwhile, scores of fighters swept through the Abyss, dodging nimbly around salvoes of laserfire that would have shredded larger, more cumbersome craft in a heartbeat. Many joined their larger brethren in targetting the turrets that pockmarked the hull, while others swept outward to engage and harry the nearest elements of the Corellian fleet. Still more drove toward the very heart of the station, targetting docking bays and unleashing fearsome payloads beyond the protective armour of the outer hull with near catalclysmic results. But it wouldn't be enough. Even from the start, Admiral Andalasia had known that. The Republic couldn't take down Centerpoint alone. They needed help. Force help them; they needed the Empire.
Kal Strife		#110	[-]
Posts: 3800 (05/23/08 14:46:25) Rebel Leader Master of the Force The Unforgiven Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Imperial Fleet, Spacelanes Explosions blossomed across space, illuminating the cold, dark reaches of eternity with their deadly glow. Dozens of ships were wreathed in flame, their hulls ruptured in countless places, their crews dead and dying. Wreckage was everywhere, proving almost as much of a hazard to the remaining fighter pilots as the lasers that continued to sear the void. But slowly, the ferocity of the laserfire began to decrease still further; the sole remaining dreadnaught, a titanic vessel with a blaster-scarred hull, began to turn away from the Imperial fleet, its engines flaring as the remaining leaders of the Triad hurried to make their escape. Other vessels were quick to follow, and soon the entire fleet was turning from the Imperials, routing before the awe inspiring power of the Imperial guns. The Imperial navy had proven its strength once more, but at what cost? Sith and Shadows, Spacelanes As the field dropped, the commander of the Sith infiltration force turned his hooded gaze upon the dread Lord of the Praexium. "The field has fallen, my lord," he hissed, malicious glee evident in his heavily lidded eyes. The Lord didn't respond; he didn't need to, for the Sith Admiral already knew what to do. "Drop the cloaks," he ordered, whirling from his master to face the ship's crew, "Enter hyperspace!" Knowing the cruel fate that awaited them if they were slow to obey, the Sith crew hurried to do as the Admiral commanded, and before more than a minute had passed the Sith vessels lurched as their small, but powerful, engines drove them through the veil and into hyperspace. Zasabi and Pug, Corellia The very moment the droid rose and began to move, a Corsec sniper put a blasterbolt through it, detonating its powercell in a spectacular display of pyrotechnics. Hearing the noise, the remaining agents paused in their search, only to resume as the sniper made his report across the encrypted commnet. A few moments later, as the teams were completing their search of the immediate surroundings, another agent spoke, reporting a suspicious contact on the commnet, a contact that was made all the more interesting by the way both parties spoke of petty matters such as dinner when the entire sector was under martial law. Quickly, acting on gut instinct more than training, the commanding officer called for another team to converge on the second contact whilst his own team mvoed on the source of the original signal.
Thrion		#111	[-]
Posts: 626 (05/23/08 15:40:15) Mitth'rio'nuruodo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Thrion sat within his chair on the bridge. They had won so far but now they were on the verge of progressing. All things were going slowly as something planned as the readouts showed at last the field was down. THey could make the jump into hyperspace at will towards final victory. Though the fleet was greatly damaged, they had to press on. "Recall fighters." He says. "Stand by for jump into hyperspace on command's order." Thrion watches as the fighters were starting to return and the vast field of debris was drifting and burning. One Star Destroyer of note he saw within their limited view. How many had died? It didn't matter now. They had to focus on moving ahead to the station. Time was ticking as they awaited the jump order. If the field had been down for long, they would be behind. They had no time to waste.... Shifting in his seat he hears the voice behind him. "This have changed, Chiss." Speaks the voice of the shadow. "It seems we were not the first ones to the prize." The shadow looms over him like the moon blocking the sun. Thrion spins his chair to face him. "Perhaps but the day is not over yet. Even damaged, we may yet still be victorious. We do have something the rebels do not." He says in a steady tone. The shadow's hood tilts to its right. "What is that?" It says in the coldest tone he had ever heard. Thrion smiles and looks into the void of the hood with his glowing red eyes. "Me." He says for the first time showing the slightest sign of an ego. "If I must, I will come up with something. The station cannot be destroyed they say. Then let us use it as a shield. Bring our ships in and let the rebels fire at us as we take cover around it. Expose our ships when ready to fire, take some damage then slip back. Or perhaps we should use our combined tractor power of the entire fleet and push that station right down the rebel's hull if they want it so badly." Thrion says at last as the shadows shifts away. "Perhaps we have a better use for you after all, Chiss. We shall discuss your future later." The figure says moving away as Thrion looks forward waiting to hear his orders. Last Edited By: Thrion 06/07/08 20:51:57. Edited 1 times.
Locount Lazrus		#112	[-]
Posts: 544 (05/27/08 14:54:35) Grand Vizier Narcissistic Battle Mod Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The air within the bridge became less tense, the electricity from before gone, and the din of voices had now settled into normal levels of volume once again. From outside the view port, the violent flashes and bursts of light had ended, instead of a battlefield the surrounding space seemed more like a graveyard of the dead and fallen. Wreckage of imperial and triad vessels alike drifted among the cold void of space, vast ships once considered great war machines lay dead in the darkness. For both sides, the battle in the spacelane of Corellia had been a heated and bloody exchange, both sides had suffered, yet it was the imperials this day that had proven their strength, their resolve. "It seems the rush of victory still gets a hold of me even now", spoke the Admiral in a wistful tone. Standing at the front of the command walkway, beyond the crew pits, the older officer looked out to the view that greeted him. It had only been minutes since one of the officers had reported that the enemy had begun their retreat. The price the imperial fleet had paid was high by the Admiral, but it was worth it. "All of the fleet has now reported in", came the words from behind the older officer. The Admiral held back a surprised exclamation, his musings of the battle having proved more in depth than he thought. Behind him the Captain stood with his hands folded behind his back, an impressed look etched across his face. The commanding officer sighed to himself, despite his dislike of the officer, somehow he had managed to get them through the battle with less damage than most other of the imperial vessels had taken. "What of the Fury's crew?", spoke the Admiral looking back. The Captain looked past the Admiral, there ahead of them, the shape of the old imperial capital vessel could still be seen. Its blasted form a sad sight for any imperial officer, yet the Captain looked back to his superior still with his ego boosted from the battle. "All known escape pods from the vessel have been accounted for, shall I order the fleet to begin emergency repairs while we check the battle site for other survivors?", spoke the Captain again. Given any other circumstances, the Admiral would have agreed with the Captain here, there was a great chance that many of the fallen ships still contained pockets of life that needed to be saved. Yet, such was the threat that they faced, such circumstances would have to be overlooked here, and the Admiral knew it. "Is the field still down?", asked the commanding officer. The reports of the field's disappearance had been reported just before the enemy fleet had turned away. A golden opportunity had made its way known, and yet at the same time it could also prove to be the biggest fear of the Admiral coming true, was the station preparing for something else? "Why yes...", trailed off the Captain at the question. The officer seemed to take a look behind him as if expecting some officer to tell him otherwise, yet all the junior officers were currently at their stations. The Admiral suppressed a frown as he looked at the inferior officer and looked back to the view port. "Then order the fleet to enter hyperspace, our destination is the station. We will not give them further time to amass their forces again, this time we go straight for their throat", commanded the Admiral. The Captain turned round and nodded, and after a moment or two for anything else walked towards the nearest officer with the order. Soon the fleet would enter hyperspace after such a long time going without it, and then Corellia would be another step closer to imperial control once more.
Eryk Aiden		#113	[-]
Posts: 300 (05/30/08 18:22:02) Force Moderator Jedi Grand Master Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	On board the Vigilant, Jedi Master Eryk Aiden waited in quiet contemplation as the small group of unmarked corvettes commanded by the Jedi made their way through hyperspace towards Centerpoint Station. With the field down, it was only a matter of time before they arrived. "Commander Aiden, we are just about to exit our hyperspace jump to Corellia." "Very well Vice-Admiral. Inform the Artemis and the Jarael to stick close to us. There is a chance that as soon as we exit we may be in the midst of battle." The Vice-Admiral nodded an understanding reply before relaying the message to the other corvettes. "Has there been any word from the Republic Fleet?" "Yes Commander, it seems they have already engaged Centerpoint Station." "It seems negotiations went well", Eryk replied with a small grin. "Very well then. We shall help defend them and offer them assistance if necessary." "All hands to battle stations!" called the Vice-Admiral though the ship's com-link. "No wait, we don't want to seem agressive. We don't want to fight, we are merely here to help defend the others." The Vice-Admiral cancelled the order, putting his trust in the Jedi. Eryk took a glance out of the Vigilant's view-screen at the streaks of stars in hyperspace. He hoped this would end with as little trouble as possible. Last Edited By: Eryk Aiden 06/01/08 19:27:20. Edited 1 times.
Barada Mulping		#114	[-]
Posts: 1797 (05/31/08 23:32:30) Legendary Bartender Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Andur Sandskimmer saw the distinctive longer lasting light flash of a sniper rifle giving away the wielder of said weapon's position. It was too far away for 'Tank' to do anything about it before the man moved, but it was close to the area where Zasabi would be coming from, and perhaps that knight errant might deal with the trigger-happy sniper. Andur, meanwhile, made his way through the side streets avoiding the sounds out rioting and other commotions. He checked his effects: his Imperial issued ID and corroborating Tattooine ID, a locally legal blaster pistol, an ion detonator, and utility belt around his stalker armor. As he rounded a corner on to a main thoroughfare he encountered a small group of CorSec agents. He tipped his hat, "Evenin' officers."
Jarekk Oriel		#115	[-]
Posts: 213 (06/04/08 20:10:19) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	((OOC: srydon't really know what I could do with the sith fleet without taking control of Rani as an NPC so this is all I got for that part of the post)) Jarekk stood among the Shadows onboard, who, with the exception of Quinton, stood away from the Sith onboard like outcasts. This all changed, however, when they emerged from hyperspace to see the massive space station; Jarekk could only assume it was The Centerpoint Station; being pummeled by countless ships. The shots, however, seemed like rocks being thrown at a giant; there seemed to be no way that any effect could be had. Jarekk simply sat back wholly expecting the Sith to join the fray in whatever way possible. Emerging from hyperspace in three... two... one A'Kruo found the sight of Corellia before him and instantly ordered all shuttles be launched. Before returning to the bridge, he had ordered Ken and Gantoris to return to the assault shuttles and prepare to head planetside. As he watched the vessels stream from the ship he almost he almost expected something to go wrong. Ken and Gantoris had been instructed to drop in on General Calrissian's last known location and recieve their orders from him until the Fleet Admiral returned for them. After recieving conformation that the last shuttle had been launched, the Dornean ordered a new heading be set..... for Centepoint
khojane1		#116	[-]
Posts: 716 (06/05/08 13:48:58) Ken/Kyoji Shadow Warrior Losing Balance Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Ken sat back and braced himself for the rapid landing onto Corellia in just a few moments as the ship's heading was being altered. The Admiral already set his eyes on Centerpoint, ready to join in what must have been a massive assault. He realized bitterly that their meeting may be the last time he saw the Dornean... and then realized that it was just as likely that Corellia could be his final resting place. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he entered his quarters and began to equip himself. He fitted himself with a black duraprene bodysuit with trimmings of red, blue, and purple, and then applied his shiny mimetic armor. He secured both lightsabers to custom holsters just under the chest plate of the armor in order to be quickly drawn in between actions. His DF-D1 Flechette Rifle found its holster against his right leg, from hip to knee. He wrapped a pair of thick belts around his waist, their shared buckle a thick emblem with the Shadow Insignia, of the same metal as his armor. To it he secured a pack containing thermal detonators at his back, and to his left hip a pair of vibroswords. He finished the armor with a navy blue cape tied to his shoulderplates. Taking the helmet of his armor in one hand, he made his way to the assault shuttle. He saluted to several vessels where Soldiers, Acolytes, Preachers, and Warriors were armed and prepared to land planetside. Finally, he stepped into a transport of Warriors and Soldiers, and fit his helmet over his head. He pressed a button just under the helmet and nodded for the others onboard to do so. He heard a short click as the helmet's earpiece and mic synchronized as the unit's mass commlink. "This is Shadow Warrior Ken Ishigami. Our mission is to-" he paused briefly as the shuttle pressurized and was launched from the Ascension, leading several others behind it to the estimated landing zone. "Our mission is to liberate Corellia from invading forces. Our drop point is General Calrissian's last known position. We are to rendezvous with the others once planetside, and then receive our orders from him. I am your commanding officer, and you do not make a move without my authorization unless the situation prompts it. Evac is when the Fleet Admiral comes back for us. However, that doesn't happen until we have created a low-to-zero risk situation out of this engagement, and not one moment sooner. Is that clear?" The last of the shuttles was launched from the ship now, and the Ascension was no doubt headed for Centerpoint station. He hoped that things went for the best, but did not voice his doubts. Ken crossed the bulk of the landing pad where the troops waited, and noticed a figure of lesser rank than the others nervously clutching his rifle. He was decorated with pilot stripes. "Are you in the wrong place, soldier?" he queried. "No, sir! Cadet Soldier Prime, Seth Greysteele, at your command, sir. I had to help, Master Ishigami... there's too much at stake! I'll die in a ground engagement lookin' my enemy in the eyes before I get blasted to dust up there!" He motioned to the Ascension, but was referring to space in general. "I got your back, sir..." The Iridonian's short grin was hidden beneath his helmet as he patted the young soldier on his shoulder, and then waited for their landing.
Kal Strife		#117	[-]
Posts: 3871 (06/09/08 04:53:58) Rebel Leader Master of the Force The Unforgiven Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	It was a good strike. A clean strike. Perhaps Thracken would have been glad of that. Or then again, as it severed his head from his shoulders, causing his body to collapse like a marionette with severed strings, perhaps he wouldn't have been. Regardless of how the now-deceased Diktat felt, Kal Strife was certainly pleased enough with his sai cha, though, alas, there was precious little time for him to waste in reflection; already, the titanic station was trembling beneath the guns of the fleet, and the Corellian knew it would only get worse. He had to find a way off the station, and there was no doubt that that was a task that sounded far easier than it was likely to be. Still, what choice did he have? His only alternative was to stay put, to wait with Thracken's body until the guards found him, or Centerpoint's hull was breached and the atmosphere drained away. Frankly, neither appealed. So he turned on one booted heel and made toward the door, leaving Thracken to whatever god cared to lay claim to his wretched soul.
Kal Strife		#118	[-]
Posts: 3872 (06/09/08 05:01:57) Rebel Leader Master of the Force The Unforgiven Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Pug, Corellia Regardless of all the care Andur might have taken to ensure he seemed like an average citizen, he seemed to have forgotten one crucial fact, and that one mistake resulted in the squad of CorSec enforcers bringing their blasters to bear without a moment's hesitation. "You're in breach of curfew, citizen," one of them growled, eyeing the ex-Imperial suspiciously, wondering in he'd been involved in any of the early troubles, "Lay down your blaster, nice and easy, and then I'll take you in for processing." Fleets, Centerpoint The massive station trembled under the onslaught of the fleets. Turrets exploded, sending geysers of flame into space, and docking bays became charnel houses as starfighters made lethal strafing runs. And, though the ancient station itself was nigh on indestructible, it could only be a matter of time before the guns of the fleet found some weakness, some way to slay the behemoth once and for all.
Barada Mulping		#119	[-]
Posts: 1798 (06/14/08 03:18:04) Legendary Bartender Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	"Easy does it," Andur checked the speaker's rank, "Sergeant." Raising one hand he made a show of ejecting the blaster's powercell before laying it on the ground. "I'm on assignment for the Diktat." Keeping his movements slow he removed a datacard from a pocket of his utility belt. "A group of us from Concord Dawn were specially commissioned, for some... specialized work. Here's the clearence code we were issued. Might want to send it to him for verification." Andur kept his arms apart from his body, holding the datacard in his left palm offered to the sergeant, but was ready to dive behind the corner he had emerged from if things should turn hostile. The datacard naturally didn't contain a verification code, but something that was similar enough. Just an activation code for a a prepared glitch in Centerpoint's firing mechanism, during his time working with Sal-Solo to bring the space station to operation. "Tank" had similar programs installed in other installations he had worked with, though this particular program was buried within the station memory core, sleeping until activated. Andur completely expected the galactic powers to come up with some hair-brained scheme to destroy Centerpoint in wake of it's activation by Thrackan Sal-Solo, but in case they failed, he needed a back-up plan. Hence the sleeper-program: nothing particularly fancy, it merely reset Centerpoint's targeting computer prior to firing to target the station itself instead. Last Edited By: Barada Mulping 06/15/08 18:58:23. Edited 1 times.
Thrion		#120	[-]
Posts: 756 (06/15/08 19:27:08) Mitth'rio'nuruodo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Space and time formed the pattern of the universe. In the rushing hyperspace over the short distance, Thrion was amerced in the swirls it created. It called to them beckoning them forward towards the ultimate end of this mission. The results would not be written yet and nothing was over. Time was the only enemy they knew. IF they were too late, the balanced would have shifted. But there was always something that could be done to serve the cause. There was always a path to be taken. The vortex before them begins to pulse and shatter as stars and voids fill the area before them. Then it was clear what was proceeding. A force was tearing apart the station that was called indestructible. Indestructible, that was never the case. There was always a way to overcome an opponent. Always a means to an end. "Captain, signal our ships to lock on weapons and fire." He said to the Captain. Wether command wanted it done or not, Thrion was going to act in what he considered the best interest for all. There was no need for weapons capable of destroying planets and this creation was long over due for an end. Throin paid no attention to the make up of the fleet firing upon it. That wasn't his concern. This station had to fall into the darkness never to be seen again. Like the Death Star before it, weapons like its kinda could only find one end. A fiery death was the only end for it. The star destroyer's batteries opened fire upon the station as they had so many times before in a blaze of green fire that stretched from port to starboard from the dawn of the Empire till its current embodiment. The Empire may have not won the race but they would finish it none the less.

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