Campaign XI Prelude: The Corellian Insurrection

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Kal Strife	Campaign XI Prelude: The Corellian Insurrection	Lead	[-]
Posts: 4342 (07/15/07 11:39:41) Rebel Leader Master of the Force The Unforgiven Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Tags : None The Diktat's Palace, Corellia A tall, handsome black man swept through the rubble of the former Diktat's palace. His cape, once finely decorated but now coated in dust and torn in more than one place, draped loosely from his shoulders, but he neither noticed nor cared. Once he paused, crouching down beside another man just long enough to examine a wounded comrade, before rising and continuing his lonely trek toward a distant set of doors. Reaching them, he paused, his coal-black eyes drawn down to the ruined control panel set into the wall, then shook his head. So make destruction, so much death... and all because the Diktat hadn't been willing to peacefully abandon his stranglehold on the people of Corellia. Lando sighed, running a hand wearily through his tangled hair. He hadn't wanted this, hadn't wanted a war. He'd come to Corellian searching for another business venture, another way to make a few honest credits after his mining operation on Nkllon had gone under, but somehow he'd found himself drawn into the tangled game of point and counterpoint that had dominated Corellian politics for the last decade. And now... now he'd ended up leading a ragtag army of Smugglers and Corsec officers against the finest troops the Empire had to offer. "I really need to stop talking to Han," he muttered with a wan, weary smile, even as he pressed his hand to the override device one of the rebels had attached to the door. Moments later, the door began to shudder open, only to freeze midway, forcing Lando to squeeze unceremoniously through the narrow gap. "Well, that's a turnup," quipped he as he emerged in the command centre, "Things usually wait until I've taken over before breaking." His words drew a few smiles, and even one or two laughs, but most of the rebels in the command centre barely glanced up from their stations. Rolling his eyes, Lando offered a nearby tech - a rather pretty little Corellian girl with long blond hair - a rakish smile and a bow, before striding toward another man. "Booster," he called, causing the elder man to start and twist about, "Any word from the Republic?" The burly smuggler nodded in reply, eyes gleaming beneath heavy brows as he chomped down on his cigarra. "Aye, lad," he called in his usual boisterous tones, and Lando couldn't help but smile at the contagious cheer in his voice, "Garm's sent word that he's got a taskforce on the way." The finely garbed Socorran grinned a broad, pearly grin at that, then flopped heavily into one of the few chairs scattered about the Command Centre. "That," he commented emphatically, "Is the best news I've heard all year."
Kal Strife	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#1	[-]
Posts: 4342 (07/15/07 11:57:01) Rebel Leader Master of the Force The Unforgiven Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Military Bunker, Talus There was a certain sterility to the interior of the Command Bunker on Talus, a certain something that reminded Thracken Sal-Solo of hospitals and medicentres. Frowning, the Corellian raised a hand to his bearded chin, stroking the coarse hair gently as he stared at the display set before him., trying to block out everything else. "General," he called finally, raising a hand to motion over the grey-clad form of an Imperial Officer. The man was not quick to respond, and a brief flash of loathing touched his features as he turned his flinty gaze toward the deposed Corellian Diktat. Still, the General knew better than to allow internal disputes to cause difficulties in times of war, so he rose without a word and strode briskly across to Thracken. "Yes, Diktat?" the Imperial enquired, tone clipped and sharp, "What do you need?" For a moment, Thracken spoke not a word of reply, but when he did he gestured empthatically toward the display ahead of him. "Have you seen this?" he barked, "The Republic are sending troops in! What're your superiors doing about this situation, eh?" The General's brow darkened as the Corellian continued his tirade, and his black-gloved hands tightened into fists even as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of the Diktat's unrelenting arrogance - the same arrogance, in fact, that had originally led to their defeats on the three worlds that had been abandoned to the rebel scum. "I have been in communication with the Sector Moff," he announced coldly, his eyes burning with unspoken hatred, "And he has informed me that Grand Admiral Pellaeon has personally despatched a task force to deal with the rebel threat. I expect them within hours." The Corellian's eyebrows raised at that, and then he nodded, apparently accepting the Imperial's words at face value. And yet he couldn't help but get the last word; "They had better, General, or you will find yourself on the front lines."
Captain Zechs Merquise	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#2	[-]
Posts: 2076 (07/15/07 12:32:55) The Lightning Count Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Hyperpace approaching Talus *Corporate Task Force* The twin worlds of Talus and Tralus were now the last line for the Empire in the system. Zechs found a twisted sense of humor in this. But it didnt matter. The ironies would have to be dealt with at a later time. They were approaching Talus quickly. The force the Corporate Sector Authority had sent was not one of vastness and overwhelming power. After years of boarder trouble and pirate activity, they could not afford to send a massive armada, but the ships going were enough to show they were serious about assisting the Empire in this affair. Time to target? Zechs said as he moved from his command chair on the bridge of the Corporate Star Destroyer Black Star to the front of the bridges viewport. The young Captain was quick to respond. We can revert to normal space, at your order sir. So the time had come to arrive at Talus. Within the hold of the mighty Star Destroyer, stood the new and un-field tested Specials. Trained and ready to go in their new dark blue uniforms and armor, they stood near a special treat for a later phase of the operations. This new special force had recently replaced the Stars End troopers. Soon they would be tested for the first time. With eyes gazing forward, Zechs gave the signal and the vortex of hyperspace began to shatter to reveal stars and the galaxy of war before him. The rest of the task force emerges moments later but Zechs was already hitting the comm button to signal the Imperial Forces. This is the Corporate Star Destroyer Black Star to Imperial Force, Prex Merquise commanding. We are here on behalf of the Corporate Sector Authority to render assistance in crushing this rebellion against order. We are standing by. Very formal and very direct. He didnt want to be anything but that now. People would question his motives but he knew the pirates would come. Knowing the Empires view on pirates more then the Republics, they would have to side with his enemy. Yet, this time would try the new relations he was establishing with both the Empire and Republic. While the Empire bond could be strengthened, the Republics would weaken. There was no way around it but Zechs did have a plan. It just required time and patience. So he stood on the bridge of the Star Destroyer gazing out onto his humble force of ships awaiting an Imperial reply. The situation was chaotic to say the least. He wondered how long this Diktat would survive his incompetence. Surely if the Darth Vader had been around, he would be already dead. But these were different days and Zechs truly didnt care what the Empire did as long as his motives were fulfilled. He had plans for this battle and struggle. Plans that could help the Corporate Sector out more then the experienced gained by her soldiers on the field of battle. Yes, plans within plans. That was always the case. Never was it not the story of the day, for every plan unrolled a dozen more lay resting or waiting for their trigger. It was a sad affair to have so many set in motion but it would have been far worse to have none and rush into chaos as a fool. Zechs just stood there while others just shot glances around wondering what would happen and if they would see their families again. Hope Hope was a tricky thing. There was always plenty of it to go around no matter what. As many had said before, hope was all they had at times. The future was calling them and who were they not to answer its call.
Rani Churs	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#3	[-]
Posts: 4128 (07/15/07 14:51:04) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	"Send transmission to Tralus and have the Infiltrators assume non hostile formation." The order came from a nonchalant Dark Lord so naturally one could wonder if he had forgotten that the forces he was arriving to add had been the same forces to decimate his wickedly cherished Korriban. Clad in an emerald cloak that concealed his personal armaments, Churs looked more the role of Sith diplomat, and observation he noted silently with a grimace. "Communication sent and ships in formation Milord." Replied a member of the crew stationed at the com console. Rani merely nodded impassively,too irritated to speak. His probing with the Force had finally netted success, and the results were not to his liking. For the past several moments he had reached out with the invisible ally, scouring the Corellian capital and surrounding squadron. Yet one pulse from missing from the familiar tune of his brethren. Kalvar Gerrod was not among them. "Captain, present muster." Uttered the somber master in annoyance, the Naval terms feeling foreign sprouting from his tongue. The Echani knew the answers would be same as from the detections of the Force, but he had to be sure. As he listened intently, the Captain went through the names of each of those involved in the covert operation. True to his senses, Rani noted with a hidden snarl that the other Echani was not among the names listed. Their numbers were small, but the Dark Lord had gathered the most efficient Sith warriors among his ranks for this mission. More powerful then his most skilled Massassi veterans, Rani felt his chosen the correct champions for when his dagger in the dark plot erupted into a chaotic slashfest. Tigon's plans for his people were to keep them out of the bulk of the bartering of carbon and instead employ them where the damage potential was greatest to the rebellion. Still, Lady Fortune was a fickle mistress, and anything less than a score of Sith Lords to support his more recent followers would be foolish indeed.
Locount Lazrus	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#4	[-]
Posts: 720 (07/15/07 15:09:36) Grand Vizier Narcissistic Battle Mod Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	*Twelve hours ago...* Imperial Palace The air within the chamber was regulated by a vast and complex system, allowing the room to have a continuous supply of near fresh air along with a cool temperature that suited the sparseness of the room. The main throne stood upon a raised area of the chamber, its black rock-like material creating an eerie reflective appearance, though for the majority of the figures in the room, it was the figure on the throne rather than the throne itself that was at their attention. The child-like figure of the emperor seemed at odds with the vast throne he was sat on. Despite his lack of size, the child seemed familiar with the ornate bit of furniture, leaning slightly to the side of the backrest, resting much of his upper body on an elbow firmly planted on one of the armrests of the throne. The clothes the child also wore seemed out of place as well. A series of overflowing robes, mostly in white and dark red, draped from his young frame, accompanied with a large golden symbol of the empire that hung from his neck from a black velvet material. This was the view on show to the few figures standing in front of the child; this was their emperor, Emperor Toran of the Galactic Empire. The figures lined up were high officials and officers from within the empire. One was an ageing Grand Admiral, the finest of his kind, next to him stood a gaunt looking Moff and finally the black and navy robed figure of the Grand Vizier. "Your highness, these loyal officers will be the ones commanding the relief forces being sent to the Corellian system. With the experience of the Grand Admiral and the knowledge of the system from of the Moff, the system will be retaken from the rebellious elements", spoke the smooth and mirthful tones of Locount, which quietly echoed throughout the vast chamber. The focus of the young emperor shifted between each of the people before coming to rest upon the form of the orange haired official. "Retake Corellia and the others, I don't like loosing...", the young emperor spoke, though trailing off as if looking for a word. The smile of the Lazrus family member thinned, his headed nodded slightly to the seated figure. "Indeed your highness, it seems our time fighting the main rebellion have made us quite efficient at raising a force on such short notice, for that we should be thankful", continued on Locount. A gruff noise to his side drew the blue eyes of the imperial official and saw the gaunt Moff giving him a hardened stare. The orange haired man merely increased his smile as his eyes returned to the emperor. "I will accompany the Grand Admiral and the Moff in this operation, my diplomatic mind may be useful and I want to be sure that such a sensitive and important area is seen to with the greatest of care. After all, if it were not for this area's importance, all this would not normally happen this with", Locount followed on. It had only been a few hours since the initial reports had reached imperial center, and the issue of a Corellian insurrection had reached the very heights of the empire. Corellia was an important strategic and industrial point for the empire, and they would not let it go so easily. *Present Time* Hyperspace The imperial fleet being sent was of an impressive size, considering the little time that had gone from the palace receiving the reports of an insurrection to the gathering of a relief force to be sent. For the imperials, time was of the essence, they knew that the galactic wide rebellion would have doubtless found out about the problems in Corellia and make a move to play on them. With this force, the imperials planned to subdue and fortify the system and bring it all under imperial control once more. Leading the imperial fleet was the Gauntlet-Class Star Cruiser Allegiance, its commanding officer being the famous Grand Admiral Pellaeon, a man known for winning the empire many victories even when only defeat seemed truly possible. Like a good officer, he walked the command walkway of the vessel's command deck, getting reports from the many other naval officers, as well as going over the tactics chosen before hand for this operation. Above the command deck, situated in another equally armored room sat two figures. The room had been crafted to act as an observational suite and was now being used as a viewing room by the other two main imperials in the fleet. The still gaunt looking Moff stared off into the vortex of hyperspace, the sight causing him a mixture of apprehension and yet at the same time, slightly relaxing despite the noise around him. The other seated figure of the room did not seem to show little expression, except that of wistful merriment, a glass in his right hand, which he kept taking, sips from. Instead, he merely tapped his left fingers along the seats covering, tapping away to the haunting melodies of music from the plays of the imperial operas, that he had asked be played softly into the room. The sound of the door opening caught the attention of the orange haired official. Turning in his chair he saw the darkened figure of an imperial military officer, at the rank of major that stood to attention. His smile turned more into a smirk and he nodded to the figure and continued to nod to the music as he turned his head round again. "Good, good"
Gorda the Hutt	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#5	[-]
Posts: 2765 (07/15/07 16:18:53) Crime Lord BSP Quartermaster Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Tatooine A large rubbery hand plunged deep into the food tank and pulled out a wriggling black spider, all eight legs struggling for all their worth. A pointless exercise. The nearby holo-generator moved to display the next character as the Hutt gobbled down the defenceless morsel. "And who is that one?" spoke Gorda as the projected blue light eerily lit the gloom of the central chamber. A gold protocol droid who had probably seen much better days tilted it's head. "I believe that is Lando Calrissian," said the droid, "A highly thought of businessman and figure of the New Republic." "Really? Human? I've never met him." Another unfortunate spider met the terrible fate of its predecessor, innards spattering onto the protocol. The Crime Lord continued, "What has he done recently? Anything good?" "Oh! Well.... Well Master Gorda, reports show he has recently been involved in a major political insurgence within the Corellian system. A Thraken Sal-Solo has retreated temporarily to the twin worlds.. he is highly thought of in Imperial circles." The Hutt's orange eyes rolled upwards, "Hmmmm, most interesting... I will read the reports later." The Holo-generator again shifted to display another individual. "And who in the galaxy is that one? No wait.... that's that Jay Mertaal Character.... where did he get that ridiculous hat?"
Quinton Rizzer	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#6	[-]
Posts: 528 (07/15/07 23:55:01) Shadow NPC Leader's Death 'Please don't kill me' Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The bridge of The Victorious teemed with a buzz. The first military experience outside of training that most had seen was underway. It only took moments after word that the Imperials had been pushed back before the leaders of the Shadow Order had come to a decision. Vengence was a part in the decision but not the biggest one. Hoping to mend ties with the Republic, the Shadows found themselves answering the call to arms with great speed. Even through the buzz of nervous excitement, Quinton found himself able to have a brisk chat with Admiral Lightlo. Quinton had quickly jumped at the chance to join Lightlo aboard The Victorious in order to learn a few more tactical tricks that would possibly be useful later on, but had been a little apprehensive about the lack of experience among the crew. At some point in the conversation, Quinton had lowered his voice to just above a whisper as he asked a question, that if a bad response was heard could lower the morale of the present crew. Are you sure that it is a smart move to bring so many inexperienced crewmen into this as their battle? It seemed as though the man had forseen the question, for he dismissively answered it with his deep, and not so quiet, voice. "If not here, then where? These crews were trained by us to the best of our ability. Personally, I would rather have this crew than an experienced one who has fought alongside a..... not so impressive commander." His arrogance came on as a little strong but the man had rights to it. Being an experienced and well-established tactician, Tyrbus Lightlo had earned his position among the Shadows' Fleet officers. What the admirable lacked in humility, he made up for in ingenuity when it came to commanding small fleets. With the availability of ships that the Order had when the call came through, it was obvious that Lightlo would be the one to best handle the situation. Sitting back in the chair, Quinton found himself at ease over the entire situation. He would finally get a chance to strike at the Imperials for everything they had done to him and those around him. He was so deep in thought that he barely heard the young helmsman's announcement to the admiral. Six hours to arrival at Corellia.
Darth Rage of Yavin 4	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#7	[-]
Posts: 1647 (07/16/07 02:42:56) Sith Dominus We Are Legion Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Rage had arrived mere hours ago. The call for support had gone out in hopes that "loyal citizens of the glorious Empire" nearby would come to the system and join one of the many pro-Imperial militias beginning to form. Most of those who answered the call were going to Talus and Tralus to begin assisting in the establishment of defenses. A few of the more zealous arrivals were split between Corellia, Drall, and Selonia, though many were shot down by orbitting ships or ground emplacements if they choose hostile drop-points. Rage had entered by cloaked Inflitrator into Section 27-A of Coronet. "Blood Square", "Death Block", the area was already getting nicknames. The official Imperial Forces had been giving and taking territory in their fights with the Independence forces all over the planet, but the ragtag insurgency had not abandoned their positions despite very heavy losses. 27-A was the one of the most infamous. Bodies and rubble clogged the streets which were hidden beneath a layer of blood, both fresh and dried. Tiny fires dotted the area. They needed organization; random attacks by individuals were doing nothing but losing numbers for the insurgents. Rage had rather quickly established himself above the pro-imperial fighters, and his arrival in dress cloak and mandalorian armor minus the helmet had garnered some attention. ------ Now there was relative quiet while plans were set into motion. An enormous wall once seperated the A and B of section 27, with the latter containing a reinforced hotel that was serving as a make-shift military command for pro-independence forces on the front lines. Days of intense fighting had reduced the barrier to a mere skeleton of its former self, though the broken pieces of it had filled most of the holes and made them a bit difficult to pass through. Stealth had been vital in getting this close undetected. A group of the better shots in the insurgency took up positions in a ruined building under Rage's guidance. The Sith Lord had commanded all to wait for his shot. A landspeeder had been packed with baradium, the same sompound in thermal detonators, and its droid pilot had been programmed to drive right at the hotel. It set off on its course and managed to clear through one of the holes in the wall with little effort. Almost there . . . The speeder had likely been detected, but had yet to be fired upon. Once that finally began, however, it more than made up for the wait. A torrent of blaster fire came down on the vehicle which was quickly disabled. The droid had done enough, and as it drifted through sheer physics towards the building, Rage couldn't help but grin. He picked up a comlink. You're clear to detonate. The sentence had just finished as Rage was knocked breathless by the shockwave. Despite the contained nature of the blast, he could still feel the heat from the explosion. About half of the building still stood, the rest having given way to the demolition. Fire? The anxious tone of the insurgent's voice was obvious. No. We wait for medical crews. Then we try to get away before military back up arrives. In the event we have difficulty doing so, our own men are on call. Occupants of the building had began to rapidly evacuate, some climbing out windows if they were near enough to the surface. Fire ships arrived on scene and began to unload water into the ongoing inferno. Medics weren't far behind, and Rage took careful aim as they approached the injured. He squeezed the trigger and a round cleared through the air and smoke and struck on of the medical crew. He dropped a lifeless corpse as more shots began to ring through the area. This is where the reclaiming would begin. Rage had set a few of the men to the task of contacting Imperial forces in an effort to rendevous with the professional force. This was to be the first push forward.
Jay Mertaal	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#8	[-]
Posts: 6230 (07/16/07 10:34:17) Administrator Leader of the BSP Legendary Pirate Captain Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	In hyperspace it was neither night or day. The shifting streaks of blue light were not twighlight or dusk. The blackness was not absense of light, there were no shadows or celestial bodies, it was the ether. The Nova Cutter, Keldabe Class Cruiser, hurtled silently through the timeless abyss. Captain Jay Mertaal sat in his office, set off to the left of the bridge, quietly contemplating their mission by the viewport which extended deck to deck across one of the walls. Hyperspace was strangely hypnotic he had always thought. As if from a dream he started, instinctively reaching for a weapon while snapping his vision to what had disturbed him. But it was only the comm link inset in his desk behind him. "Half an hour Captain". The Corellian system had seen its fair share of strife. And it seemed that its history of turmoil was not over yet. It couldn't have come at a worse time for the BSP. After the anihilation of Nejdiv the pirates were in a physical and mental stage of healing. They were also at a state of high alert. It wasn't the ideal time to expose their fleet to attack or to enter into conflicts which were not their own. It had even occured to Jay that the entire Corellian situation had been engineered by their enemies to lure them out of the safety of their secrecy. He knew that was just paranoia, but part of what had made the leader he was was the ability to look beyond the likely and sometimes find the truth lurking behind it. But of course the BSP couldn't refuse the call of aid. Many of their ranks were Corellians, some Drall too, but even if they hadn't been the BSP justified it's less than proper activities by their action in such circumstances as these. Then of course, there was the NR problem. Jay had no doubt that at least a couple of the Jedi order would be in attendance. After Nejdiv though, it would be as much as Jay Mertaal could do to stop his crews from firing on NR ships on sight. But if they were to liberate the Corellian system Jay knew they would have to work together. The forces of tyranny too would be mustering. Precisely who would get involved the pirate couldn't say. He had a feeling though ,their old enemy the Corporate Sector Authority, would be most interested in any trouble on their old capital of Corellia. It seemed like eons ago that the CorSec uniform had been synonemous with Espo in Jay's mind. Another reason why it was essential to go once more was that the BSP couldn't let that happen again. Corellia and the Corellian system was of far too great a military and economic importance to allow the Corporates to re-take it. There was little if any support on Corellia for that, but the CSA was mighty once again, and could rule by fear if neccessary. Half an hour passed quickly. The modest BSP fleet dropped out of hyperspace at the edge of the Corellian system, and all but two small vessels made an accurate micro-jump as close to Corellia itself as was safe. Two Keldabe class Battlecruisers, a wing of StarVipers and a wing of Nighthawk Gunboats formed up in a defensive triangle and scanned the immediate area. The Nova Cutter made three coded transmissions announcing their arrival and intention of aid to the leader of the Drallist Insurgency, the person who had asked for their assistance in the first place, the Corellian Indipendance movement, and the Selonian Overden. During all this activity the two small ships which were left on the edges of the system entered hyperspace quietly for destinations unknown. Captain Skye Larken of the Nova Dream was asked to check in, and ObiWan Skywalker was summoned to the bridge. Unknown to all Jay's Black Hand, known nowadays by many names but never his own, was almost certainly on Corellia by now. He had been contacted in secrecy on Coruscant. Jay would contact him with orders soon, and hope that his mission of scouting out important Imperial personel on the planet had met with some success...
Gorda the Hutt	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#9	[-]
Posts: 2765 (07/16/07 12:09:19) Crime Lord BSP Quartermaster Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	A YT-2000 dropped out of hyperspace and nestled itself within the BSP fleet. It was lovely. Edit: Lovely part added because orginal post not fleshed out enough.
Dregis Valkin	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#10	[-]
Posts: 463 (07/16/07 18:10:42) Sith Apprentice Burning Vengeance Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Dregis Valkin was seated inside one of the Infiltrators in the Sith armada headed towards Corellia. The intent of this mission was to aid the imperial forces in their bid to restore order to the turbulent rebellion. He had mixed feelings about this mission as his feelings for the Empire were well known, but he was also a Sith and the Order came before his own petty hatreds. Upon recieving the order to take up a non hostile formation, Dregis made sure to disengage all weapon systems, and form up with the other starships around him. He had taken the time to read the intel they had on the current situation, and it promised to be beneficial for the Sith to intervene. Relations with the Galactic Empire had been strained under the leadership of Priestess Daragon and her imperialistic followers, but now, under the leadership of Rani Churs, motions were being made to restore a fragile truce between the two galactic entities. This attempt to aid them against the forces under the command of Lando Calrissian would go far to achieving a more stable partnership between the two. This was the thought going through Dregis' mind as the fleet neared it's destination. He would do his best to keep his prejudice in check for the duration of this mission, and he was certain that an opprotunity to vent any and all frustration would present itself.
Kalvar	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#11	[-]
Posts: 410 (07/16/07 18:22:32) Kalvar Gerrod Drifting Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Kalvar Gerrod awoke from sleep in a cold sweat. Looking over at the clock it read 04:30. Swinging his legs over the side of his bed Kalv stood up and walked towards the light switch. Turning it on and dousing his room with light the Echani walked over towards the mirror and looked at his reflection. Lack of sleep had made the face staring back at him haggard and dark circles were forming under his eyes. Rubbing the sleepy seeds away Kalvar walked over towards the refresher and entered. Not many things soothed the body then nice hot water and steam; this is exactly what he needed. Letting the water wash away the moment the half breed felt relaxed and content but this still didnt keep away the constant sensation of people dieing. Stepping out and grapping a towel Kalv dried himself off and proceeded to get dressed. Throwing on a white t-shirt and cargo pants he walked out of the room and through the front door. Chairs had been set up on the porch facing the golden beaches of Coronet just for this exact purpose. The sun was rising sending its illustrious rays dancing upon the waters, it was a breath taking sight that most paid for but the Echani had grown up with. Moments later the door opened and his father emerged taking a seat next to him. His company had felt extremely good ever since Kalvar had returned a month ago. It was after a brief couple of days filled with uneasiness that they had begun to reconnect and his father even started training him. But that was then and this is now, things were rapidly happening around them as if Corellia was finally turning into a major war zone. You look like sleep has begun to no longer fully embrace you my son. Turning back towards his father the younger Gerrod looked worried. Observant as ever, but tell me you havent felt it too? A disturbance in the force as if something massive is about to happen. Not to mention the life that is constantly being extinguished. His father looked at him and nodded. Only a child would not feel the disturbance, but death has been a part of this system ever since Thracken Sal-Solo has come into power. This planet has suffered daily; people are taken for no reason and interrogated only to have their bodies found lifeless later. The half breed sat in silence as he listened to his Jedi father. Some questions loomed in his mind but the answers were also apparent. But the conversation had come to a halt as they both watched the breath taking sight of the sunrise. When they had both had seen enough Kalv stood up and headed back inside. Switching on the vid the half breed tuned into the Corellian news. Images of recent killings and outbreaks of fighting scrolled across the vid with a headliner of Fighting Rises in CNET. All that changed though as a special bulletin flashed and then video feed from Corellian space appeared. Massive ships seemed to float in orbit poised for battle. Dad! You got to come seem this. When his father entered they both stared transfixed at the screen. The news reported Imperial ships along with two unknown forces were in system. Corellia was about to become a total war zone but luckily no one has fired yet. Racing into his room the young Gerrod grabbed his comlink. It had been beeping for a few days now, a call he had not wanted to take at the time but had recorded a message. Hitting the play back button Kalv listened as the words came out. All Sith are hereby put on standby. We are mobilizing report to the briefing room at 1600 hours. The voice was unfamiliar but signified someone in command. The feeling of dread spread across his face, nothing but trouble would come from this missed call. But the half breed was here now, no mission would have called him back from the business he had here. His father coughed announcing his presence. Turning around he looked at him face to face. So what are you going to do Kalvar? Thinking for a moment he replied. I will already pay the price for not heeding the call, but I am needed here and maybe this might work to my satisfaction. I will not let this planet be slagged over some petty dispute; this place might later prove useful. Changing into a tight fitting body suit Kalvar donned his Orbalisk armor but left the helmet. Placing his shield generator on his belt and slipping the halves to his staff the Echani was almost ready. Reaching down and opening a box it held his latest purchase; a shiny silver sphere looked up at him in all its deadliness. Reaching down Kalv strapped the item to his belt and put a Westar pistol into a leg holster. Finally the last item was a grey cloak, this would help conceal his armor and weapons, only someone who knew him would recognize the face. And where are you going dressed like a walking tank? Motioning for his father to come closer Kalv wrapped him in a hug, who knows if he would ever see him again. Stepping back he answered him. I need to borrow your speeder, I am going out searching. I need to find the right people to join; Im not going to side with the Empire. Stepping out of the abode and heading towards the speeder Kalvar sighed. Swinging one leg over and igniting the bike he sped of towards the place most resistance people always hung out; a cantina. What would Rani think if he found out I was helping to save instead of kill? But I have reasons of my own that I wouldnt expect him to understand.
Darth Rage of Yavin 4	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#12	[-]
Posts: 1647 (07/16/07 20:13:51) Sith Dominus We Are Legion Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Any word on the Imperials? Agaris couldn't have been older than 16, but his performance in battle had been nothing less than exemplary. They had just finished clearing out what was left of the hotel. Closest thing we got is a patrol about six miles to the north. They're searching for one of the rebels' colonels to try and get some intel on the locations of their generals and such. They're also trying to find out where their main weapons caches are. You've got an hour, then we're moving out. I'm going to make another call and see if I can get tie-bombers to clear out the path ahead. Rage slung his rifle over his shoulder. He pulled out a cigarillo from his cloak and lit it as he took a seat.
Geherin Zenos	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#13	[-]
Posts: 208 (07/17/07 01:27:58) Moderator Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	New Republic Senate Complex, Taris Five individuals stood to attention before the Desk of the Minister of State, on either side of the desk stood life-size holographic figures of five other individuals. The contrast between the two groups of individuals was clear. Those that had been sent to the office in person were clearly military officers, their grim features showing a discrete air of purpose and yet a tension of being out of their league. The other five were strictly civilian personnel, most of them wearing luxurious robes and tunics of office. One holographic projector remained lifeless before the eleven individuals present there. On either side of Geherin Zenos stood or sat the holographic images of Senator Gregory spite of Corellia, Senator Chau Feswin of Elrood, Senator Krall Praget of Edatha, Supreme Commander Cha Niathal of the New Republic Defence Forces, and Director of Intelligence Dif Scaur of the New Republic Intelligence, in front of him, stood to attention Rear Admiral Braxis Tikaram, Commodore Ranneth Jansen, Commodore Corise Lucerne, Colonel Ingo Dabrini, and Commander Schultz Sarath. "Lady and Gentlemen, the forces of chaos marches yet again against our righteous forces of Order, it appears as if the Rogue and in my honest opinion Criminal, Lando Calrissian, along with the Pirate Lord and Jedi Sympathiser Booster Terrik has convinced the Chief of State to assist them in liberating Corellia. Of course, we have allowed their little charade through the High Council, and the Ruling Council. The Senate no longer has a chance of influencing matters of State Security; therefore, this campaign is set to go through. Due to the Chief's insistence, we have allowed the First Fleet of the New Republic to fall under the command of Garm Bel Iblis." The Officers that stood in front of Zenos desk gave no direct sign that they found his standpoint ambiguously controversial. Most of them remembered the days when the Jedi lead their fleet. Whether that was the days of defeat or victory did not matter to them. They were indebted to the Jedi for their current status as a Republic and as a Government. To so quickly, in a matter of months, not only do away with the Jedi to place them under concentrated supervision, and to place a Guard to watch their movements that answered directly to a civilian office, was asking for trouble. But the five men knew that to speak out now meant the end of their influence in policy. For the future, they kept their mouths shut. "A competent man, and if there was ever a man to stand before the helm of a New Republic Fleet, it would be that man. With the unfortunate incident involving Admiral Ackbar's retirement, we have few men left who can purposefully hold the helm better than he. But do not mistake our willingness to take this opportunity as a sign that we are freedom fighters. Let me make this clear. Lando Calrissian appears to be leading this rebellion against the Galactic Empire, but he only has his own coffers in mind. No Heroics. The Future rests in our shoulders, not in scoundrels and worthless scum who bring only conflict to this Galaxy. Dont worry. We intend to take Corellia and her Brothers from the wretched Imperial Scum as well. We shall soon be able to welcome Senator Spite as a true representative from Corellia soon enough. I warn you though, Bel Iblis is a man who thrived and ruled his fleet in war. The Civil War is in its last decades now. No more need for war heroes and brigands playing the good guys. Their time is at an end. Remember what happens when the war heroes think they still hold power. All of the individuals stood in silence for a moment, remembering the released data of the unauthorized use of the NRDF against the friends of the Republic, the BSP base of Nejdiv. Their sympathies went to the people who lost their families and friends to an atrocity that could have been averted. You have the proper briefings from the Supreme Commander, I wish you all luck. A total of Five Task Forces will be sent, New Republic Senate Order Alpha Seven Two is in effect, the two Jedi Protectorate Task Forces will rally under the direct command of General Bel Iblis upon their arrival in the Corellian System. Combine this with the First Fleet and you should have enough forces to rally under the Generals other forcesIf he bothered to requisition more that is. In my honest Opinion, the Bulwark Battle Cruiser should be sufficient enough to serve as the flag ship in the sector. You are Dismissed, Gentlemen. The five men stood to attention and one man opened his mouth out of habit and let slip a phrase no longer tolerated in the Defence Force. May the Force. The four others cringed as they heard the words. If the Campaign ended in failure, they knew they would probably never hear from Commodore Ranneth Jansen on Taris again. Geherin raised an eyebrow, as if daring the man to finish his prayer to the apocalypse. When the mans face paled and droplets of sweat escaped his forehead, Geherin smiled as he stood up and snapped off a salute to the five men. The Republic shall prevail! The room became eerily silent as the holographic images disappeared leaving only Geherin to sit behind his desk as he looked over the reports. CorelliaIt was happening too early. It was as he was shaking his head in desperation that his saviour came to him in a form he was not expecting. Malus and Spite had come through the office doors and now stood before him. The GER Guards knew the three of them as if they were fathers, so they did not challenge their movements. The Dread Lord has demanded a status report on the current situationDuke Zenos. I know. Mr. Spite. It is after all, your home planet at stake here. What is his verdict on the current situation? Why dont you ask Him yourself, Duke? Geherin froze as he looked behind him and the one holoprojector that he had though to be inactive was alive without his noticing. But instead of the transparent image of his office that he had seen earlier, there now sat an imposing figure of a Metallic Monstrosity. His face was a static deaths head, in the shape of a slim skull, much like the design of the Krath War droids of old. His torso was nothing more than a breastplate in the shape of ribs, his shoulder blades crowning the top of the torso like shoulder armour, his spinal cord could be seen with strands of wire tubes as if loose intestines. His hands ended in sinister claw-like fingers, his feet just as lifeless as the rest of the body. A cloak adorned his back as if extending from his shoulder blades. As a final backdrop, a magnificent Throne-like command chair that he sat on resembled that of a clone war era chair. If it wasnt for the subtle movement of small insect-like machines that swarmed around at the base of the chair. Dread Lord Geherin quickly tried to compose himself as he bowed low to the envoy from his Benefactors. Thiscreature was the last remaining individual from his benefactors, those who helped rally the forces in Commenor to gain its independence from the Galactic Empire at the height of the Civil War, almost two years ago. My verdict is this. Play the game of chess with neither a will to win or lose. For our victory is assured from this incident. If the campaign fails to liberate Corellia from the Empires grasp, take the opportunity to remove more of those who dare oppose your ideals. If they manage to liberate Corelliawhich I seriously doubt. You will take the credit for quickly organizing and dispatching a relief force. I am sure your men can easily remove Calrissian from the spotlight. After all, he is a scoundrel, not a politician. Geherin smiled as his very thoughts were given the steel it needed for him to act. It was only a matter of time before the Jedi and their sympathisers lost all influence in the Republic. Once that was done, he would rebuild the Republic as they fight the war against the Empire. Once peace was restored in the Galaxy, there will be no Jedi, nor their fabricated enemies, the Sith, nor their fallen kind of Shadows. When the Force died because none would believe in their hate filled religion, then the galaxy would be at peace. Of course, Dread Lord von Reuentahl. How many times must I tell you three, I am no Dread Lord. I am merely an envoy from the Directorate. Of course, Otto von Reuentahl. Oh, and one more thingDuke Zenos face paled as the baritone voice escaped the audio grille placed in the holoprojector. Rear Admiral Braxis Tikaram stood to attention on the bridge of the Bulwark Battle cruiser Cracken Once the First Fleet of the NRDF had entered the Corellian System, he was to hand overall command to the General. This was fair enough to be honest. Due to the damage done to NR/BSP relations ever since the attempt to give the Minister of State Zenos a bad name using his motion passed in senate as an excuse to wage war against the friends of the Republic, the BSP by Organa Solo and Mon Mothma, along with the remorseless lack of action done by Admiral Ackbar as he coldly watched Nejdiv burn beneath the fires of the Imperial Base Delta Zero. The Republic could not rely on the others to help them. But they were the field commanders. They would do their job as they presented themselveseven if that meant taking unexpected help. Looking behind him, sitting behind the Command Chair on the bridge, sat Geherin Zenos, along with his butler and aide, Benjamin, sipping his tea, looking through the briefings and the like. Around him was a screen of Galaxy Enforcement Regiment personnel, in their usual dark grey garb, their face half invisible due to the crescent shaped visor that covered anything between the tip of their nose and their forehead. The NRDF had yet to ask what the visors were for, but most were willing to simply dismiss it as merely for show. It was unnerving to be unable to see the eyes of an individual. It was the easiest place to sense their emotions. Minister. We are approaching a war zone, how can you be so relaxed? I thought all civilians were often unnerved by such a concept. Didnt they brief you, Rear Admiral? Ive spent my youth being shelled by the Imperial Garrison on Commenor. Though of course, half the time was simply me crossing between the two lines negotiating with both sides to see if we could lessen the brunt of Imperial Wrath on our young ones. They were very rowdy to be honest. The number of times I got shot by my own side because they considered me a traitor and a lapdog to the Empire. Dont worry; I will finish the tea before we arrive. Shrugging, the Rear Admiral simply let the matter go. The counter came up. Jumping into Corellian Orbit in Five Minutes, all hands on deck to their posts dont let the Ministers escort look sloppy! Dont mind me, Captain. I am just a guest to your ship. You do your war; I am here to clean up after your mess. I will go and meet with the leaders of the rebellion, and probably will have to eventually have a talk with the Diktat if everything goes well before the end. Geherin sighed as he looked over at the briefing. Corellia was not going to be a system easily gained or lost. But that job would become easier or harder depending on the nature of the people of Corellia. A smile appeared on his face as he compared the people of Corellia to Commenor. If Commenor mostly had the elitists who liked to manipulate the lower masses to a frenzy to gain their independence, the Corellians were the very common masses that wanted to get rid of all yoke of authority. He was used to dealing with rebellious rabble. Let them shoot and be shot atThats what they wanted more than independence. More than democracy, they wanted chaos, a party. And party they will get. Let them drink and enjoy life while they are young. Isnt that right, Admiral?
Alq Veers	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#14	[-]
Posts: 637 (07/17/07 09:14:00) Jedi Padawan Silver Force. Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Several Hours Ago. Location : Unknown _____________________________________________________________ The news had been covered in just about every news station in the galaxy. From the high rises of the holonet, to the lower forms of simple notes and paper. Once such extract, Alq had recieved. 'The Corellian Sector. Once held tightly under the rule of the so-called 'Galactic Empire'. Has recently begun a major push for independence, with Rebellions taking place on each planet in the system. With the main, combined strength of the Imperial and Local Diktat Forces, have been force into heavy retreating in many of their sectors.' 'While Corellia, Selonia and Drall have been declared Independent of Imperial Rule. There still appears to be some sort of Imperial rebellion cells on these planets. With there being little chance of these groups taking back the planets, the guess of many is that they can only wait until reinforcements...' 'While Talus and Tralus have had many cells rise up in rebellion, these planets have stayed in the hands of the Diktat, who is still believed to be 'Thracken Sal-Solo'. This remains uncertain as some reports have been delivered that he was killed during the uprisings. More as the Rebellion develops...' _____________________________________________________________ Present Hour. Location : Alq's Quarters _____________________________________________________________ Would the reports never stop?. Since they first arrived, they had flooded everything, local conversations and major news groups, Even the Military was deep into it, as they were with several other subjects too. Alq had been in his quarters all day, listening to each report and their quick updates. Compiling up his own reports and maps of what was happening on his home planet of Corellia. As time moved on, it became more and more clearer, Corellia only had several, small cells from what Alq had gathered. But even after all that time gathering the reports. The information would still, would still be useless, if the Military or some other group was blocking each report before it got out. He was hoping that the Jedi would inform him of something, some possible move into the sector to help remove the Imperial control. And they had, He was stationed on some ship heading into the system, as of yet. Nobody had even thought of telling him what ship we was on, or anything else about what he was to do when they arrived. Hence he sat in his quarters onboard the ship waiting for them to call for him... OOC:Question in OOC thread.
darth1lore1	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#15	[-]
Posts: 1856 (07/17/07 12:28:29) Black Hand BSP Agent Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Jay Mertaals Black Hand had been on Corellia for sometime now and had been on the fringes of the battlefield without getting involved. He had witnessed attacks by insurgents but was helpless to stop them. He was here to gain Intel and not to give his presense away. He had heard rumors that an Imperial Fleet had arrived in the system and was nearing its target of Corellia. Activating a secure frequency which only Jay Mertaal had told him to use Lore began his first transmission on his findings. "Jay Mertaal I have arrived on the planet of Corellia. I am currently on the fringes of a battlefield where insurgents have attacked a strongpoint. There a rumors of an Imperial Fleet that has arrived in the system please advise!"
Jorgo Mono	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#16	[-]
Posts: 428 (07/17/07 12:56:55) Storm Commando Galactic Traitor Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Jorgo viewed the Command Bay of the CVSD he was assigned, The Capashen. Not the best name for a ship, in Jorgo's opinion, he would have prefered something along the line of The Crusader. Nonetheless, It was a fantasticly built ship, by his standards, he was glad to have been assigned to it. The Capashen was the biggest ship Jorgo had ever commanded, he only hoped he could do this right. The fleet that the CSA had brought with it was not the biggest fleet Jorgo had ever seen, but it still showed promise. Jorgo, secretly still loyal to the Empire, wished the CSA had devoted more ships and manpower on this quest, but he hadn't had the time to complain to the anyone of power before he recieved the order that he was to be on the helm of The Capashen. But Jorgo could hardly complain about what the CSA was doing. After all, the Corprates were helping the Empire fight this battle, and, as most know, the CSA most often remained on the outside of politics. Jorgo knew that if the CSA had decided that it served their need better to fight on the side of the New Republic, he wouldn't have helped them. He would never fight against the Empire or, even worse, fight for the New Republic. Not for all the credits in the world. Jorgo had doubts about this mission, of course. This operation was too risky, there was no absoulte chance of victory, and every chance Jorgo could die. Still, it was worth it to show these rebels who they were messing with. Jorgo sat in The Capashen's Command Seat and awaited orders.
Locount Lazrus	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#17	[-]
Posts: 720 (07/17/07 13:21:41) Grand Vizier Narcissistic Battle Mod Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Hyperspace The imperial fleet continued on its travel through hyperspace on its journey to the rebellious plants of the Corellian system. On board the Gauntlet-Class Star Cruiser activity was still high, messages being send around the vessel, each section preparing itself for when they arrived at their destination. For the size of the vessel, the activity on board could be considered that of a small military base in its own right. The gaunt looking Moff Mordan had left the observational suite, now finding himself towards the back of the vast bridge of the main capital ship. The whole room was bustle of activity, the Moff's eyes traced the figures of various naval officers of various ranks walking over their specific sections, occasionally one walking onto the command gantry and up to the white uniformed officer at the far end. Moff Mordan looked at the ageing officer with a disdainful look; he did not like this at all. For Moff Mordan, the relief force should have been under him, after all this was his sector, and if there was a problem he wished to deal with it. But such was the importance of the system the empire had send some of their best and so, getting away from watching the sickly vortex of hyperspace, Moff Mordan found himself skulking at the back of the bridge being his best personal confidant. Back in the observational suite, the music had now died down, only barely hearable if one listened out for it. The orange haired imperial official still sat on his chair, though the glass was now absent from his hand. Beside him stood an imperial army officer, ranked major, a coolly serious look upon his face. Both figure in the room were facing towards the viewing screen, though their vision was fixed on a point much closer than that in the room. A holographic projection was being sent from an area on the ceiling producing a very bright blue image of the Corellian system. The holographic system shown could have been any system within the galaxy, a star with a number of major orbiting bodies, in this case seven. Yet this system had many secrets and reasons for importance, so much so that this event was currently going on because of it. On the holographic projection of the system, three of the main worlds were coloured red and two others were coloured green, these projections being the ones the two figures were focusing on at the moment. "We know that the twin worlds are still under our control, that is where the Diktat is currently regrouping his forces. We can easily form a defensive position by one of the worlds and be safe in the knowledge that thanks to the close proximity of the two planets, any defense forces could be moved towards the other relatively quickly", spoke the even crisp tones of the major. The orange haired man next to him nodded his head, his left hand picking at the material of the seat he was sat on. "Good, good. At least things aren't going as badly as they could here, a shame however that three worlds rather than just one are revolting. Getting Corellia back is the aim of this little jaunt of ours, but I wonder if focusing on it so early would be advantageous? Hmm?", asked Locount sweetly. The imperial army officer next to him looked down at the man's head and then back to the holoprojection. "I think that any true footings should be finalized when we arrive in the system. The Diktat will have a better idea since he remained here while the Moff returned to round up support", replied the major dryly. The orange haired figure stopped picking at the seat and slumped his frame in the other side of the furniture and looked over the whole system again with a bored look. "Thank you Gerber, you really know to lighten up an official don't you? Heh, I jest...Yes, we'll see what we can make of this when we enter the system. Plus it's not like we don't have any idea on what to do, after all we have plans for whatever circumstances we find ourselves in", finished Locount. His eyes turned from the holographic projection to see a nod from the imperial army officer. A sly smile hung on his lips as he turned his vision back to the projection and held back a light chuckle.
Obi Wan Skywalker	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#18	[-]
Posts: 595 (07/17/07 16:47:15) Master of the Force Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	"Master Skywalker, your presence is required on the bridge." Opening one eye to look at the small holo that had just appeared and summoned him, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Skywalker nodded and stood. The short amount of time he had to meditate had cleared his mind, now focused solely on the events unfolding before him. Under the control of Diktat Thracken Sal-Solo, the Corellian System had long been one among many trapped within the Empire's iron fist. Rebellions had recently liberated 3 of the planets in the system, the most valued being Corellia itself. The Empire was sure to send reinforcements, and soon, as the system was far too strategic to let it slip through its grasp. Obi-Wan had chosen to accompany the Blue Star Pirates to lend aid to the liberation forces in the system, solely to insure his lover Skye Larken remained safe throughout the conflict. She was commanding a ship other than the one he now stood in, but Obi-Wan could feel her through the Force. Obi-Wan had donned a very special outfit for old time's sake, one that he hoped would impress his old friend Captain Jay Mertaal. A black, hoodless cloak with BSP blue trim contoured to Obi-Wan's robust upper body, then blossomed out at the waist. The sleeves cut off just above the elbow, fitting loosely. A skin tight black shirt extended down the remaining length of his arm, ending with black gloves with more BSP blue trimming. Knee-length boots that glimmered in the light met with his black pants, held up by the signature belt with the Blue Star emblem as the buckle. Only one of his lightsabers was visibly hanging from the belt, the other secured on the back side of the belt, hidden by the cloak. Exiting his cabin, Obi-Wan made his way through the length of corridors in the Nova Cutter, the Keldabe-class cruiser leading the BSP Fleet. Arriving at the bridge a few moments later, he stood near the entrance and glanced around at the hustle and bustle. Folding his arms across his chest, he waited for someone who wasn't busy to tell him where he was needed.
Quinton Rizzer	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#19	[-]
Posts: 528 (07/17/07 18:39:32) Shadow NPC Leader's Death 'Please don't kill me' Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	With three hours left on the timer until the arrival to Corellia, the only sound that could be heard insid the bidge was the hum of the hyperdrive. The crew finally gave up on their excited chatter and found it best to prepare for what would be, for most of them at least, their first combat experience. Some passed the time by checking to make sure their systems were functioning right, while others passed the time by going over combat procedures. Everyone though, found themselves with less excitement and more nervous. The only brief break from the sickening nervousness was when the cook brought Admiral Lightlo his lunch, about an hour before the scheduled arrival to Corellia. The steamed vegitables were trailed by a lasting an aroma that lingered the rest of the trip. The poultry was arranged in an impressive presentation as the meal was served to the Admiral. Though the closest crewmen were momentarily distracted by the scent, Lightlo payed them no mind. After about an hour, the admiral had finished his meal and was ready to return to the call of duty. Turning to Quinton, the man waved for him to rise and watch. As Quinton did so, Lightlo addressed the bridge. Make final preparations for our approach to to Corellia. As soon as we enter realspace, I want a message hailed to the New Republic forces in the area. Let them know we're here and we're friendly. I want a check to make sure everyone else came out too. After the hail to the Republic, get our ships on the line with status reports. We want to be ready when the Imperials attack. *** Ten minutes later, the First Task Fleet dropped into Corellian space, just outside of orbit. All ships were hailed and had excellent status reports. Finally, after having everything in order, Lightlo had the communications officer open a comm channel to Corellian Ground command. This is Admiral Lightlo of the Shadow Order Navy. Did anyone order a little assistance?
khojane1	Re: Campaign XI: The Corellian Insurrection	#20	[-]
Posts: 856 (07/17/07 23:07:55) Ken/Kyoji Shadow Warrior Losing Balance Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The hum of the Redemption I's hyperdrive engines relaxed Ken as he stared into his reflection in the mirror of the refresher inside his quarters. He ran cold water over his hands and face, and dried them against a durasheet towel and disposed of it. There was still phantom pain in his lower right leg resulting from his fight with the former Shadow Praetor Rogan Drayen, and a grisly scar left from the sting of his lightwhip. Still observing himself in the mirror, his eyes fell on the red, blue, and purple blades of the Shadow Order insignia over the left side of his chest on the form-fitting black bodysuit, reaching down to his ankles, over his wrists, and just under his chin, hiding the tattoos on all but his face. He pulled on a pair of thin black gloves of the same material, the Shadow insignia on the back of each hand, and then fit into a pair of black Iridonian field boots. He looked at himself with some satisfaction. He fit his white-shelled darksword-styled lightsaber against his hip on the right side, and the electrum-styled dual-phase saber against his left side. "Preacher Ken Ishigami to the bridge." He found himself on the bridge minutes later, bustling with activity. The blur of passing stars mesmerized him for a moment, until a young acolyte drew his attention to a sharply dressed figure with long rough brown hair, with his back to Ken, looking out to the stars. Giving quiet thanks with a nod, Ken approached the figure and stood behind him. "Vice-Admiral, you summoned me?" Until he got so close, he hadn't noticed just how short the man was. The Vice-Admiral turned and looked up to Ken, and was not surprised to see the natural registered shock in Ken's eyes common in a man who had never laid eyes on a Bothan before. Though they had briefly greeted in passing, training his eyes on the Bothan's features for the first time was a shock to his system. "Always a surprise the first time, isn't it Zabrak?" Clearly unperturbed by Ken's unusual appearance, even for an Iridonian, he extended a powerfully-built deep brown hand. He had the large head and mane of a lion, though the hair had been pulled back and styled almost royally, and two large tribal loop earrings hung from his left ear. "Jorkav Mer'yn, Vice-Admiral of the Redemption I, at your service." As Ken received the Bothan's hand, he was not surprised by the rigorous bone-powdering grip he applied to his hand, followed by his frighteningly primal yet disarmingly friendly grin. Jorkav took his hand back and turned again to the stars, speaking as if he knew Ken would stand there at his side. "Fascinating beauty, this galaxy... it's filled with so much war, but even so, beauty abounds..." "This is true, Vice-Admiral." His eyes traced the fluidity of the personnel on the bridge, and he couldn't help but be intimidated. "Thank you for having me, Vice-Admiral. I admit, the task of operating a ship of this magnitude was quite daunting the first time... I'm surprised we ever made it to Aaris III from Zonama Sekot aboard the Death's Guise," he let out a short chuckle. "It is an honor to learn how to do it properly, sir." "Haha! Such speech doesn't suit your tongue, Zabrak. You need not explain your presence here, there aren't any others of your battle experience on-board. Perhaps one of the only hard-boiled on the battlefield. Have you been briefed?" "I have, Vice-Admiral." "Vice-Admiral, entering realspace in five, four, three, two..." The Redemption I fell out of hyperspace just behind the Victorious, preceding the rest of their fleet. "Do you feel it, Zabrak? I cannot touch on the Force as you can, of course, but all the same... the very air we breathe, even amid the vacuum of space, screaming with energy. I do not envy you, Zabrak... there is much death ahead, to be sure." The Bothan turned to his left towards random personnel, and Ken followed his gaze. The Bothan's booming voice cut into his thoughts so abruptly he almost gasped, very unlike himself. "Form up with the Victorious and wait for the go-ahead from Admiral Lightlo before we proceed." The orders were spoken aloud to what Ken thought was no one in particular, but everyone simultaneously scrambled to do so. He narrowed his eyes. There's a lot more to this than I expected... The Bothan assumed his stance with both hands crossed behind his back and head held up high towards Corellia. Unintentionally assuming the same stance, he closed his eyes and touched upon the Force, already feeling the thick concentration of power around him. He could not detect individual Force signatures, but a gathering of some of the galaxy's most powerful practitioners was enough of a disturbance to attract his attention. He opened his eyes again, letting out a deep sigh slowly, and waited for orders from the Victorious.

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