SWRPF Archive The Shattered Galaxy: Main Game Thread

IC: Sythan, VSDII Audacious
Prakith System

The Audacious slowly neared the Prakess, the outermost planet, a frozen ball of rock, he ordered his probe droids, 5 of the 12 previously launched to take up orbit of each of the 5 planets and also to maintain scans of the moons, 5 planets Rake,Mekith,Prakith,Delanoth, and Prakess.

Rake was a moonless hellhole, melted barren rock, Mekith was a toxic world, perhaps a domed or shielded base, and she had one airless moon, Prakith was inhabited, geologically unstable, and nasty, 2 moons, rather unremarkable, but Prakith was in the heart of Sith territory as it was and definately had a base, Delanoth was a gas giant, Sythan ordered 2 other probe droids to survey the moons since there were 8 of them, then the world before him, Prakess. the remaining 5 droids remained in the perifary of the system, scanning the interior.

" Launch a small team in an XG-1 Starwing"

The 2 XG-1s aboard had been modified as scouts, better comms, scanners and a DER as well as faster engines, Scout 1 would tour the interior, if there was a Sith base, it would be a senseless waste to send the ship that wasnt allowed to engage into the center of it.

The XG streamed away into the dark, scanning like every other resource Sythan had, drinking in information, the Scout would skim Prakith itself, see about defensive emplacements and such send back recordings and such.

The Audacious stood by recieving the information from her resources as they began their work, the 12 droids which he had launched on entering the system were starting to transmit their findings, they were small but well equipped, as well as hard as hell to find, this would go well, and he couldnt wait to see what he would find that would be of use.

Tag: Sith

 

NPC: LT. Dylan, XG 1 Scout Gunboat, Heading for Prakith

The Starwing moved quickly through the system scanning as it went, dropping sensor bouys as it went and sending regular communications back as per the Captains orders.

Then he detected the transmission.

"Audacious this is Scout 1, if circumstances have changed what are your instructions?"

IC: Sythan
VSD II Audacious, Prakith System, Prakess.

"Scout 1, proceed immediately to Prakith, continue with your assigned objectives. Do not deviate unless attacked."

Sythan, pursed his lips as he thought, he was an Imperial Captain, not an idiot, the Captain seemed genuine,but if there had been an overthrow word would have reached Imperial Command. He was not going to risk his crew on the chance, he continued the scans as he proceeded, he didnt trust the situation, he didnt trust the message, especially from the follower who so easily cast aside his loyalty to the Empire for his own greed, then joined the Sith.

No to listen, was full of folly. He mused.

"Commander, sound General Quarters, get damage control at the ready, I have a feeling we are in for a bumpy ride. That message is too convienent."

"Agreed Sir"

"Communications, send a message to Imperial Command, Priority-High send them a copy of the message, but also report our findings as far and our belief that this communication is false."

"Aye Sir"

"Captain, we have dozens of Viper Droids aboard, perhaps a more thorough search, Id suggest we drop say half a dozen more and send them towards Prakith itself, there would be some evidence if there was a revolt."

"Very good Commander, proceed"

Six more probe droids then were launched, towards Prakith.

"The safe way is the methodical way in this situation, Commander, make no mistake."

"Aye Sir"

The Audacious plowed ahead, her antennae sending their signals to Imperial Command, perhaps they could make something of it, the ship braced for whatever would come as she intensified her search.

TAG:SinBirth

 

IC: Sythan, VSD II Audacious
Between Prakess and Denaloth, Prakith System

"Comm, send images and message to fleet command immediately, request instructions, note our belief that there has been no revolt, have noted stellar debris but no life signs, high content of inert organic mass but no present space forces that could have caused said destruction of Sith craft, also order Scout 1 to return to base at once"

The orders and messages were quickly sent off, something was very off here, it presented every hint of a revolt, but there were too many missing peices.

He would lie....

"To the Imperial Captain on Prakith, do not worry we have already called in heavy reinforcements to help secure the system including medical, relief and supply craft, delieverance is near"

The Probe Droids continued to scan, the ones he sent to Prakith had began to scan as well, they were in low orbit, 2 hung near the surface, using all known scanning techniques, infa-red, DER, Gravitic, Thermal, the works.

Also he had ordered 2 of the other vipers to scan the Denaloth (4th planet)debris field, doing all the sames as the Prakith Droids, all manner of scans....disected lovingly by the techs on the Audacious....

Now to see if the lie worked.

He awaited the return signal from Fleet HQ

TAg:Sinebirth, Jello

 

Byss | Surface
Imperial Regimental Command

It had been days since the captured prisoner had been allowed to see the light of day. The tactic of complete isolation was preferred by those of the Imperial Army for the worst of those they captured. It was a simple tactic to break the will of those who would hold out on vital information, allowing their will to break slowly as their mind began to break down. However, the time for this technique to properly work was not to be had. A more drastic set of interrogation techniques were thus needed.

In the middle of the night, the door burst open to the captured Sith insurgent?s room. With large spotlight aimed into his face, the Imperial troopers rebound and cuffed the assailant, and quickly ushered him toward the landing bay. From here, the shuttle made its way back up into orbit, and docked in the Ascension.

As soon as they arrived in the hangar, they disembarked from the shuttle and brought the prisoner to one of the holding cells within the ship. Undoing his cuffs, they kicked the prisoner into the dark room, still blindfolded. Here he would remain until they reached Coruscant.

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[b]IC as Randal Duflin | [i]Onboard the Ascension[/b][/i]

?Sir, all essential cargo has been transported from the surface to the [i]Ascension[/i]. Shall I inform our guest that we are ready to proceed to Coruscant?? Captain Leeds handed a data pad containing the records of the last of the cargo

The admiral looked at the list of transferred material on the datapad in front of him. [i]Rations, Field Reports, Wounded, 1 Sith Transport, captured battle plans, 1 Sith Insurgent[/i] Randal stopped and scrolled back up to the note on the captured Insurgent. Bringing up the details on the prisoner, he looked into the known details that they had gathered on the prisoner. From the looks of it, he was an ex-imperial citizen with some ties to the upper class. [i]Interesting[/i]

?Have the fleet jump to hyperspace as soon as the Emperor?s Hand is ready to depart.? Replied the Grand Admiral.

?Yes sir!?

As soon as Captain Leeds left, the Admiral began opening a message to Imperial Intelligence on Coruscant. The message was short and to the point, regarding the permission to bring the prisoner directly to ImpIntel for debriefing. He would receive their reply by the time they reappeared in Coruscant Orbit. He pondered the significance of the prisoner he held onboard, but thought of it no further as the fleet made its jump into Hyperspace.[/blockquote]

Tag: [b]Sarge, Sinre, DarthRazma[/b]

 

Nakir Tal'Orar
Aboard the Doneeta

Half upfront is the way business is played Captain.

He listened as the Captain and the Jedi spoke, then others began to arrive.

Nakir didn't sit, he stood staring at those gathered. He listened to them talk as if he wasn't there, and he chose to ignore what they said to keep himself from doing something he may regret.

He had learned it was better to remain stoic and make everyone wonder what the Mando was thinking than to vocalize it.

He was becoming bored with the conversation. He was more an action kind of guy, and this was the part he disliked most.

TAG: Those in the room.

 

IC as Wil Shard, aboard the Savior, Captain's Quarters, Mon Calamari Orbit

He looked down briefly to the datapad and bit back another of his more usual glib remarks. He'd been doing little else but scouring the specs for this ship since he began to shuttle over, but nothing to be gained by saying as much.

He nodded soberly and shook the man's hand firmly, taking up the datapad with the other. "I'll do just that Captain, and thank you: I'll analyse this as I do a brief shakedown of engineering, the medbay, and so forth. I want to at least look into the eyes of the section chiefs before we need depart. If you'd go to the bridge, give them a reassuring presence, I'll join the crew and assume the flag prior to our jump to Kessel."

He waved the datapad for emphasis as he grasped the other captain by the shoulder and began to walk to the doorway. "It might be my command but she's still your ship Captain. I suspect you know her in ways I couldn't read from this datapad if I had hundreds of hours to spare. We both have a role to play here.

By the time we reach Kessel, we'll be ready."

TAG: Sarge, Sinre, anyone else who is about to go play 'poke the Rybet'

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[b]IC as Kane Lavos, Emperor Palpatine Children's Center and Theme Park, outskirts of Imperial City[/b]

The grand opening hadn't occurred yet, but all the staff were going through a "trial day": where they simulated usual business by having a raft of bureaucrats and their families going through and experiencing the park, ensuring everything was in working order.

Kane Lavos of course, felt duty bound to invite himself along, just to ensure it wasn't some universal joke being conspired to fill him with revulsion and make him question his Imperial loyalty.

And he'd just seen something that could only be confirmation of the cosmic comedy unfolding around him.

He pushed past the attendant manning the ride (in keeping with the child-friendly theme, the balloon inflating attendant was given the mis-spelt moniker of 'Klown') and gasped in dismay.

[i]The Palpatine Cuddle-o-tron?!![/i]

The hypoxia was definitely causing some chronic sensory issues, there could be no doubting it. He reached out with his left hand to touch the display before him, just to assure himself it was real, before letting his hand fall back to his side.

[i]So, it is real. Someone in the Court actually authorised such a monstrosity.[/i]

He reached out again and this time grasped the mechanised ride, and gave it a good shake all about. He Offered the Klown Enough credits for a Youth ticket - Pheremones Often confounded Klowns, Engineering the image of Youth - and then climbed aboard.

He wondered just which crackpot engineer had decided that His late Imperial Majesty would be the 'cuddly' type.

He sighed as the ride started up.

"Time to see what this is all about."

[b]OOC: Jello I iz in ur theme park ridin all ur amusements[/b]

 

IC: Roan Do/Fedar Sen

"Yes, ma'am." Doan said, he then turned over to the Draethos next to him. "Fedar it's time for us to get to our fighters, we'll be engaging an enemy fleet soon, prep your fighter." Doan said. He looked over at Lorelei and bowed slightly and then left the room.

"Master Jedi." Fedar said bowing in turn and then following his new Kaminoan friend. "So we're heading toward Kessel huh? Prison break?" he added as he followed along side Doan.

"More than likely, but we'll still have to blast our way in. I will be needing your help to hold off any fighter squadrons they have at their disposal." Doan Ro said looking down at his companion. "Your fighter skills are quite impressive from what I've heard, and your unique skills will help hold off any waves they send at us." he added placing a hand on Fedar's shoulder.

"I don't know what kind of stories you've been hearing but I'm not that great. I mean sure I'm not your average pilot but there are plenty of people out there ten times better than me." Fedar said, his face flushed a little in embarrassment, he couldn't believe the praise he'd just recieved. "But regardless let's hurry up." he added and with that e sprinted down the hall and to the hanger, jumping into the cockpit of his fighter and beginning the ignition process. Doan Ro did the very same in the fighter next to him.

TAG: All on the Doneeta

 

IC: Commander Bilt

Bilt had heard the plan, and was to report to his fighter in the main hangar bay. Getting out of his chair, he and Thryta made their way down the hallway to the turbolift. Reaching the turbolift, they boarded along with a couple others. As the door shut and the car started to descend, a buzzing sound was audible, the static sound of it really annoying. Bilt rolled his eyes, annoyed by the sound of a car that probably would need maintenance sooner or later to fix the shaft cables.

As the car reached the hangar, Bilt and Thryta got off and walked over to their fighters, which were being refueled by a hangar crew. Reaching into his pocket, Bilt grabbed his personal comlink and dialed up the private frequency for Snapper Squadron, hoping that someone would be able to return his call. Finally, a click was heard as someone came on the line. "Who is this?" asked Bilt, wanting to know who had picked up the call.

"Hey Commander! Nice to hear from you," said a familair voice. It was Barny Elck.

"Hey Barny, I have to say something to you. Get the squadron ready; I'll brief you on the mission after you get going."

"Where are you?" asked Barny. "You'll have to give me some time; I have to find everyone and tel them to get ready."

"I'm in the hangar bay of the Doneeta," Bilt replied. "Just about ready to get in our fighters and head out into space."

"Agh . . . you just won't give me time, will you?" asked Barny asked. "I'll go round everyone up, but it could take a little while."

"It doesn't mean that we'll have been out there for a while by the time you show up," Bilt responded."

"All right. See you later," Barny said, shutting off the comlink. Bilt turned his off and placed it back in his flightsuit. "Barny'll get the group together," he said to Thryta, who was curious about the conversation. When the Iridonian nodded, Bilt said "This is going to be a very dangerous mission. Being a fighter screen isn't something we're used to; usually, we're the main attack line. However, we have a job to do, and the Alliance needs to retrieve our people on the planet." As they made their way over to the fighters, the hangar crew unhooked the gas nozzles, and the crew leader saluted. Bilt returned the salute, and the crew started over towards another fighter. "See you out there," Bilt said to Thryta before opening the cockpit of his E-Wing and fastening the chin strap of his flight helmet. Settling into his seat, he took a deep breath; he would need to concentrate on the upcoming battle.

TAG: Anyone on the Doneeta

 

Nakir Tal'Orar
Aboard the Doneeta

As they were dismissed, Nakir decided it was time to bring somethin to the Captain's attention

Captain, if you may, I wish to speak with you for a moment concerning a few things that have been brought to my attention.

Nakir had heard the Hapes Consortium mentioned in the meeting. This reminded him that Contruum had asked him to spy on the Alliance Navy's movements, and since they had failed to pay him the agreed upon amount, he felt no guilt in telling the Captain about it.

He also needed to explain his not having a ship.

TAG: Sinre

 

IC: Thryta Melagan

Thryta slowly strode over to his X-wing, giving the hanger crew enough time to finish filling her up. "Shes all ready, Sir. The crew man said, while removing the gas nozzle.

Thryta nodded to the man, and walked up the ladder to the cockpit. He strapped himself in, and put on his helmet. Thryta activated his engines, and began preparing for take off. "Don't die Sir." He called over to Bilt. "I like you to much." Thryta said chuckling.

Thryta closed the hatch, and activated his comlink. "whenever your ready sir." He said over the com.

Tag: Gunny.

 

OOC: ...and we're back!

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[b]Combine post, Protege of Thrawn IC as Kane Lavos & Grand Admiral Jello IC as Princess Ayra Jello, at the Grand Opening of Palpy Land, outside the Palace District, Imperial Center[/b]

"...and we must remember, our beloved emperor was father to us all, but even more importantly, he did it all for the children. The children were the future of the Empire, and after a decade of violence and war, after a century of immorality and corruption, he wanted the youth of tomorrow to experience the flowering of their innocence without the turpitudes of yesterday! This facility is but one step forward in following his vision of a brighter, better future. Remember: THE EMPIRE IS VICTORIOUS ON ALL FRONTS!!"

Deafening applause followed the peroration of the speech, and Princess Arya stood on the speaker's rostrum to receive the adulation of the people. This was her first major public address, and the spectacle of it was such that she easily lost track of the scale of the crowd and it seemed that even her protectors would have difficulty in spotting the glint of an assassin's rifle.

The dusty hue of molted pinks and purples grazed the last gasps of natural sunlight during the planet?s cycle as the Princess? speech concluded. The crowd were mostly appreciative citizenry and the curious onlookers finally gaining a glimpse of their Imperial Royalty. Admiring and condescending males and the usual mix of envious and gushing females, almost exclusively human, and almost exclusively elite.

Yet the crowd swelled beyond the front rows of the citizenry behind the security palisade, cracking with low-spectrum crowd control plasma to keep the throng at bay. The middle and rear crowd fanned out further, the working classes stopping on their way home, or the young families bringing out the children for a glimpse of their Princess prior to the end of the day.
And one other type was in the crowd, although this one was alone. Down at eye level the crowd had a uniform pulse, a movement all of its own, like an ocean with the barest lulling of a swell. The people in this crowd moved as one, held together shoulder to shoulder by the sheer masses at their backs. Despite this, the one stood slightly apart from the crowd. Sentients of adult age had learnt of the galaxy on levels they only sometimes recognised, and it was on these levels that they knew to stay a bit back or to keep a bit away of this one.

Unusually, this one was not in the usual non-descript garb he preferred in public, nor had he bothered assuming one of the archetypes he bothered with to blend in on assignment. No, at the moment, this one was purely himself. Dressed in crisp black tunic, vest and trousers, an expression that seemed limited to a range of cold through to icy, and his regard fixed firmly on the podium some hundred or so arms in front, slightly out from the centre.

He was Kane Lavos, and he?d come to see the Princess for himself. Despite his initial hesitation ? why mince words: [i]revulsion[/i] ? at the effrontery, he?d gradually been won over to the idea of a ?Palpy-Land?, at least in the abstract. One only had to glance around at the families to see the inherit genius of the idea, and so he?d deemed it necessary to view the mouthpiece of the Emperor for himself, and see what more he could discern from the regal frippery that may constitute a shrewder schema than he?d initially afforded.

[i]She plays the part well. But how much of that is her, and how much her father?s doing? For they are a twain not unlike His Imperial Majesty and his pet Vader.[/i] He paused for a moment to roll that thought over, before deciding he didn?t fancy the flavour. [i]No, that comparison is only half the truth. These roles are different.[/i] He looked once more at the Princess on the podium, who was now raising her hands to accept the adulation of the more fervent citizenry to the front.

He?d have continued his muse if not for an exception to the rule that kept him somewhat more free of the pressing masses and afforded him at

 

IC: Lt. Jad Grohen
VSD Vindicator

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Jad adjusted his rank insignia one final time before the lift reached the bridge. It had been a particularly relaxing break, true, but the time for sleep was over. He needed to get back on deck. The lift doors slid open as another crew member boarded.

"First Mate Grohen, nice to see you sir," the man, who Jad recognized as Ensign Rutherford from Communications, greeted him with a salute. Ensign Rutherford was an affable chap, if a bit prone to minor lapses in behavior. Nonetheless, he got his job done, and anymore that was what [i]really[/i] counted.

"Ensign Rutherford, nice to see you as well. At ease." The lift doors slid shut again as they continued their ascent towards the bridge.

"I trust you found your rest period satisfactory, Lieutenant?"

"Indeed, Ensign, I did. It's been awhile since I got that kind of sleep. Feel as fit as the proverbial fiddle. I presume you also found your rest period adequate?"

"Quite, sir. Caught a meal at the mess hall with some of my petty officer friends."

"Glad to hear it, Ensign." Jad smiled. It was moments like these, the friendly chit chats going to and from duty, that rally made the Imperial Navy Jad's surrogate family. "Out of curiosity, do you know where the [i]Vindicator[/i] is bound for? Captain Stavus has not yet informed me."

"No, sir, we're as much in the dark as you are. Must be important, though." Jad agreed. The lift finally reached its destination, and both men headed for their stations. Back to business.

"Captain," Jad began, as he approached his superior officer's chair, "Might I ask to where we are headed?"

[b]TAG: Either Rebecca_Daniels or Jello, Depending[/b]

 

IC: Commander Bilt
Doneeta Hangar Bay

Don't die, Sir Thryta said over the com.

"Well, we should try not to then, shall we?" Bilt said with a smirk. "Let's get out there and meet up with the rest of the crew." As the engines fired up, Bilt's mind wandered a little. The mission made sense; however, the fact that it had to do with Kessel disturbed him a little, given its history and what it was still used for. Space mining and the slave labor that harvested it disgusted Bilt, as it was a way for the owners of the mines to get ahead by ripping off the workers of their hard-earned pay. But, then again, when had the galaxy ever been fair? It never has ben fair he conceeded to himself, knowing that it was a true statement; there was always some unfairness going on somewhere in the galaxy.

As his ship lifted off the ground and the landing gear was tucked back into its compartment, Bilt soared out of the hangar bay and came out into open space. The Guardian sat across from the Doneeta, the ship where the rest of his squadron was. It felt odd to be serving a different ship for this mission; he had gotten used to the Guardian; he couly easily remember the floorplan, the corridors, even the food that was on the menu every week. It felt so strange to have been on another ship. As he pondered about this, he could see Thryta pulling up next to his fighter, both of them sitting out in the space between the two large ships. I wonder where the others could be Bilt mused as he waited for the rest of Snapper Squadron to materialize from the Guardian's hangar.

The wait was longer than expected. Bilt found himself almost staring at the hangar bay, waiting for the nine other fighters to emerge from there and join his and Thryta's out near the Doneeta. Other fighters had left both hangars, but they had all formed up a distance away, the commanders obviously giving instructions to their squadrons about the mission and their role in completing the objectives. "I wonder what's taking them so long," Bilt said into his comlink. Thryta did not respond, but Bilt guessed that his second was also wondering where everyone was. "They're never this late," Bilt mused again. The Snappers were always on time, and never left their commander waiting for them to come out.

Finally, the first of the Snappers emerged from the hangar, and the nine fighters came over to join Bilt and Thryta. "What took you guys so long?" Bilt asked.

"Sorry, commander," Barny responded. "We needed to fill up our fighters. The crews didn't fully gas 'em up after our last mission."

"Well, it appears that we're all here, then," Bilt said. "I'll contact the ships, and then we can go." He dialed up the com channel for the Guardian, and said "This is Commander Bilt. Snapper Squadron is ready for departure." Now he had to wait for a response from the Admiral.


TAG: Alliance Players

 

IC: Thryta Melagan

"Let's get out there and meet up with the rest of the crew."

Thryta fired up his engines, and started the take off procedures. In his head he counted off the seconds before the engine warmed up, and he could take off. It took 30 seconds for it to be warm enough to take off.

Thryta waited for Bilt to be off the ground before he following. Thryta pulled on the control stick lifting him off the ground. Next he pushed on the controls taking his ship out of the hanger, and into the black void of space, where Snapper Squadron would wait for order.

TAG: Alliance.

 

IC: Fedar Sen/Doan Ro

"Roger that." Fedar and Doan said in unison. Instantly their fighters shot out of the hanger bay and went into the space above Kessel.

"Fedar keep a shield flux around your ship never keep it in one place or you open yourself to an easy hit." Doan said as he spun around to fly alongside his new friend. "Don't forget to focus on the moment too, don't drift off for a second." he added as the two of them flew closer to the planetoids atmosphere.

"Will do, be careful yourself and may the Force be with us all." Fedar said, he then opened a channel to the other Alliance fighters. "This is Fedar Sen to the rest of the Rebel fleet, keep your shields strong, shots sure, and may the Force be with us all." he said as they continued their advance on Kessel.

TAG: Alliance Fleet

 

IC: Tolin Corbec
Aboard the Savior, Bridge, enroute to Kessel

Despite not exactly being in command of his frigate, Tolin was remaining on the bridge for this operation if nothing else then to view Shard's capabilities of handling command, especially since it was the Alderaanian's frigate. While staring out the viewport, the doctor had retrieved the old laser scalpel from his pocket, fiddling with it in his hands but not turning it on while the medical frigate hurdled through the last legging of the journey through lightspeed.

When the task force decanted, Tolin had placed the laser scalpel back in his pocket while reports came in. His insides grew cold when he heard the words "Star Destroyer" but looking out the viewport he was able to identify the vessel before the report continued to designate the warship as a Gladiator-class Destroyer. That dashed some of the worries away. Unlike it's larger and more fearful variants, the Gladiator was, at best, a patrol vessel. While the thing could carry two dozen starfighters, that force was pretty much the only intimidating feature that the ship possessed as even the Savior was better armed with it's eight turbolasers and ten laser cannons compared to the Star Destroyer's five light turbolasers and two laser cannons. Combine that with the firepower of the Doneeta and the ship was just severely outclassed for this engagement.

So far nothing to really worry about in terms of opposition. At least for now Tolin could remain calm. No potential disasters so far. He looked over at the frigate's new commanding officer while the commander of the Doneeta, Captain Tokins, started issuing out orders, going to take this moment to get his first impressions of Shard's handling of command.

TAG: Sinrebirth, PoT