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The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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master-of-les-pauls
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Jan '05
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Date Posted:
4/23 3:41pm
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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Ic Luke Skywalker
Location The Paladin, The Galley
Watching as his master handed back the dreaded “Passgetti” Luke felt a slither of pride well up in himself, he was really happy and content with the fact that Obi Wan had taken his advice and changed his mind and listened to him.
As the group took there seats at a small round table it didn't take long for both Kenobi and Skywalker devour there food, as the group sat and ate Obi Wan and Bigg's chatted and something Kenobi said that surprised as the young boy, it was that Bigg's was part of his training. And that he would know more of it, Perhaps Obi Wan had been given some insight to his future training through the force? Either way Luke paid it no mind.
Luke finished up the last of the vegetables on his plate Obi Wan began to recall that these burgers reminded him of a place he used to eat back on the capital, at the mention of Coursant Luke was sure he saw a shadow fall upon Obi Wan's face it was only for a split second but the young boy was sure he spotted it.
Of course it should have been no surprise to Luke that Coursant would have some bad memories for the older generation of Jedi and fro someone who was part of the fabled Jedi council it of course would always bring back painful memories. Then his masters mood seemed to shift, it was as if he had noticed that Luke had picked up on emotions, and he became almost gleeful at the mention of a four armed chief.
“Well master there is only one way to find out!” Luke beamed “lets go back there and take a look!”
Of course Luke was only joking but before Obi Wan or the young boy could go and investigate Bigg's comm link came to life and Cpt Darklighter gave an apologetic grin he opened the comm link as he did so Luke gave no further attention to the young man from Tatooine. As he finished up the last of his food Luke started to notice Bigg's shift uncomfortably in his chair as he spoke into the communication device. It was then that Bigg's rose and indicated that he had to take the “call” in private did Luke start to think that something was amiss.
As Bigg's moved away from the table and out of sight Luke eyed him with a slight suspicion, something inside of him was sure that what ever the nature of his urgent call it had something to do either with the Jedi order or with him and Obi Wan. The young Padawan was tempted to mention his this to his master but he put those questions to the back of his mind, he didn't want to seem a ungrateful guest after all.
After a short time Bigg's returned to there table and judging by the look on Bigg's face and his demeanor he was certain that he had been right and that what ever orders Admiral Ackbar had given Cpt Darklighter it concerned them.
“We’ll be reverting out of hyperspace mode shortly, Master Jedis,I’ll show you to your room now, if you wish,” Bigg's announced.
Luke looked from the Cpt to his Jedi master and shrugged his shoulders, he was going to be asking Obi Wan some questions once they got back to there chambers.
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Corellian_Outrider
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Date Posted:
4/23 7:59pm
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~OOC~I know there was a delay with this post. Thank you for bearing with me while it was being worked out. Hope you'll enjoy the post.
~IC~ Dash Rendar
Location: Ryloth - Outrider
"What's the situation?" Dash inquired as he patted Leebo on the shoulder and took the pilot seat.
"Two bogeys are on our rear." Leebo replied in his usual monotone manner.
Dash just nodded and closed his eyes. 'Probably slaver scum.' The skiff escape had left him feeling drained and exhausted. All he wanted to do was to take a shower and get some proper clothes on.
"Shall I fire up the turrets?" Leebo asked.
Dash opened his eyes and stared out the viewport in deep thought.
"Sir?" Leebo spoke again.
Dash shook his head and rubbed his eye with the back of his hand. "Sorry Leebo, you were saying?"
"Shall I blast them from the sky?"
"What are they anyway?" Dash asked.
Two thuds from laser fire hit the rear deflector shields.
"TIE Fighters." Leebo answered.
"Imperial TIE Fighters? Why didn't you say!" Dash yelled and placed the ship on a steep dive to avoid getting hit. "No, keep power to engines and shields, we don't want to cause any more incidents."
"Too late." Leebo remarked. "We might be blacklisted from Ryloth."
"What?" Dash exclaimed and looked at him. "Oh... I don't want to know. We need to get as much distance from them so they can't I.D. us."
"Don't you think they managed to do that already? I suppose they are upset over us breaking our contract."
Dash performed a barrel roll and pulled back on the yoke mid roll to climb past the stratosphere boundary and into the mesosphere.
"I take it today would be my last Twi'janii. Set open frequency to the fighters, hope you scan for the right channel."
"May I inquire what it is that you are hoping to achieve?" Leebo inquired as he scanned the com frequency.
"You may," Dash answered as set the ship the right way around after that last manoeuvre left them upside down. "Though you wouldn't understand how my mind works anyway."
* * *
Dash leaned close to the flight console and spoke into the com unit.
Thanks for the help back there Imperials. Got me out of a tight spot."
["Pleased to help. You can repay us by turning of your engines so that we can ask you a couple of questions. And you have my word that I am not interested in any deals you made with General Karpo."]
"Ah well yes, I would normally do as asked but that isn't going to happen. You see the err in your question? If I shut down my engines, I would drop out of the sky and make a pointless crater on the surface. No thank you. I choose life." Dash retorted and shut the com off then turned to Leebo. "Can you believe that?"
Leebo turned his head slightly to face Dash. "Are you feeling alright sir? You have been under a lot of stress lately."
Dash growled. "Oh shut up! Don't you start."
"I only stated-"
"Wait a second." Dash open the com channel. "Ah, excuse me. I am shutting down my engines... now!"
The blue light from the sublight engines exhaust went out. The Outrider's forward momentum kept it going, gracefully soaring through the air. It shifted lazily as the air currents rolled over the hull, slowing down briefly as its arc went lower.
"Let's see how good these pilots are." Dash muttered.
He dialled the inertia dampers to one hundred percent to the main hold but kept the cockpit at eighty-five percent. Outside the viewport the eye level changed as there was not enough forces to keep the ship from fighting gravity's influence.
The ship nosedived and picked up speed, the wind howled outside the cockpit. The interior started vibrating before turning into a violent shake. Dash gritted his teeth and kept his hands loose on the controls and let gravity do the work. It took them a handful of seconds to reach terminal velocity.
"Leebo, about what you said over the comlink back then. The 'How many politicians does it take to screw in a light bulb?' joke? Would it of sounded better if you said: ' The entire senate... Half to vote whether they should screw in the light bulb or not. The other half to debate on whether the light bulb wants to be screwed in or not.' Not; 'Two hundred thousand.'"
Leebo's red sensor eye blinded as he processed the information. "I do believe that does make it easier for lesser beings to understand. That allows for more universal appeal."
Dash cringed. "Oh no, don't tell me you are considering doing stand up again!"
Then came a thunk as something hit the viewport. The velocity wiped whatever it was away before Dash had a chance to see it.
"What was that?"
"I believe you hit a bird." Leebo remarked.
"Oh nonsense. I didn't hit a bird."
"Can't you see the feather sticking out of there?" Leebo pointed to the far bottom corner
"That's not a feather. That is... I don't know what that is."
"You hit a bird. I don't know why you won't accept it."
"Bah! That wasn't a bird. If it was then 'poor bugger anyway'."
"So you are admitting it."
"No, but whatever it is, the ship needs a cleaning at next port we go to."
A voice crackled over the still open comm, recognizable as one of the earlier speakers:
[“You hit a bird. Trust me.”]
The dial to control the inertial dampers shifted, Dash could feel the effect of the G-Forces on his body as the ground rose up. His vision started to go red from the downward acceleration. 'Maybe I should of turned it back a smaller percent than that.' He commented to himself as he tried to reach the dial and change it. 'Why isn't it working properly?'
"Leebo," Dash gritted his teeth as he fought to keep consciousness. "Level... us... out... befo-"
Leebo turned his head to look at Dash. "I thought you don't like my flying."
"Ju..st... do... it!"
The Outrider's engines came to life as it pulled out from its decent half a klick from making a big splat into the mountainside. The ship dipped down closer to the jutting peaks, weaving in and out of dark rock formations that were created by centuries of wind erosion.
"Sir, why are we running?" Leebo asked. "They stated that they are not interested in what happened on Tatooine."
Dash started barrel-rolling the ship to squeeze between a series of natural arch ways. "Its just the principle. They fired on us first and now they want to talk? It doesn't make sense. It is proper etiquette to ask questions first, then shoot later."
"Maybe they think you have a rebel onboard and want to interrogate them on what happened?" Leebo reasoned.
Dash sighed and pulled the ship up to avoid clipping a stone bridge-like formation. "Interrogate who? We haven't seen anything. Jax ain't talking anytime soon. The girl hasn't seen anything. She can't even talk for some odd reaso-"
"Another contact is approaching from above, three o'clock." Leebo interrupted.
"What should I do until then?" Dash joked and brought the Outrider dangerously closer to the mountainous terrain. "Seriously now, what kind?"
"Fighter-class." Leebo stated.
Dash nodded as he wait for Leebo to provide more information. "Annnnnnd?"
"Annnnnnd what?" Leebo mimicked his tone.
Dash started to get frustrated with the smart aleck behaviour of his co-pilot. "Make, affiliation, weapons... What do you think? More information please."
"Drell origin in design. Unknown markings, could be pirate. Armed with quad lase-"
"Ah hell." Dash cursed as a beeping sound warned that someone was going for a warhead lock on his craft, he reached up to the panel above him and flicked a few switches to direct power to the turrets. "I've got a bad feeling about this. I don't like it at all."
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pashatemur
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Date Posted:
4/23 8:37pm
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IC: Emi-to Shuri
Location: Officer Guest quarters aboard the Paladin
Emi's playfulness hung like an orphan child in the ensuing silence as Torian looked into his glass and then relieved Emi of her own and simply looked at her.
Shuri blinked a couple of times at the silent communication she understood better than he suspected.
Finally he spoke, “Soooo….is that all that's bothering you?” He shook his head, trying to sort out all that was said by his wife.
It was required she sober, and so she did. Master Shuri sighed and rose in her seat to brush her cheeks with the back of her hands and as she did so, she breathed in deeply and stood. "Yes, in a nut shell. There was more, but... you've been spared General. I'm sure you've plenty to keep you busy, and as exciting as making report and balancing the books can be," she teased and then cleared her throat.
"Well, forgive me...apparently I had the need to speak to matters best left in the past," she straightened her tabbed surcoat and then added more slowly, "Achilles is with his clan and I will be in my berth, if you need me," she nodded. "Good night or good day...rather."
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4/23 10:45pm
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~OOC~ Silly me, I could of sworn I put this down for my Dash post and it is too late to edit:
Thank you Sithy for providing the responses for the TIE pilots and also with the logistics of what is happening on Ryloth.
Working on my Ulysses response at the moment. Can't wait for the resolution to the Bestine situation.
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4/24 7:36am
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IC: Torian
Location: Guest Officer quarters aboard the Paladin, finally decanting in the Hoth System! LOL 
Before she could walk out, Torian grabbed her by arm gently and pulled her in close. He looked up at the ceiling of the room and laughed out loud. “That’s it, no more alcohol for you ever!”
He let out another big laugh that shuddered her around in his massive arms and frame. “Considering the times we are living in at the moment, I believe we should focus on the future and not dwell on the past. What’s done is done. I can’t change it and neither can you.”
He brushed her hair away from her face and continued, “We both have great responsibility, to an extent mine increased when the Jedi we’re brought aboard this ship but I wanted it. Make no mistake; I wouldn’t trade this for Galaxy.” He gave her a reassuring smile.
“You have half the Jedi Order to grow and nurture and I am responsible along with Admiral Ackbar for running the military, but I don’t expect to be doing this when I am old. Well, wait a second, I am old but that’s not the point. The point is, eventually I plan on stepping down and allowing some of these younger men and women to step up and take over. At that point I can retire and relax. Instead of chasing the Empire around the Galaxy, I planned on chasing you around the house!” He winked at her.
“All kidding aside, you need to put the past behind you and move on. Looking back will only cause you to be blind of what is lying in front of you.”
He gave her a reassuring hug and kiss on the lips. He wished they had time for more but he realized that she must check on her clan. “Go check on the children and if Achilles wants to stay with me, he is more than welcomed. I promise not teach him how to drink and field strip an assault rifle…well at least not yet.”
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Date Posted:
4/24 10:14am
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This is another in a continuing series of joint post with Ominous.....[/1950's style Hollywood serial short style narrator] Thanks, Omi!
IC: Emi
LOCATION: Guest Officer quarters aboard the Paladin, finally decanting in the Hoth System!
She leaned back in his arms and gazed up at Torian as he grappled with a depth he was not used to making manifest. He was not a “verbal” sort. She smiled and chuckled good naturedly.
“Oh, I don’t know! I think he could handle it, but all the same, ….Oh, I knew I should have foregone that brew,” she said rubbing her temple and referring to the Scotch.
“All the same, he is with his clan because he is a Jedi, Torian, a Force Sensitive with abilities that require a rigorous discipline. That was the point of my rambling, ‘husband,’” she said laughing lightly. “Consider that a briefing on the traditions and a debunking of myths surrounding Jedi. And I… I have a new responsibility and an obligation toward the security of ARR personnel, now. I have promised Admiral Ackbar that Nashtah will be well tended and until she is comfortable with Master del Jinn, I will share in his responsibilities as her Master. I came here to tell you that I cannot accept the luxury of sharing your…quarters,” she said politely!
Looking into her eyes once again and agreeing with her, "Yes, I understand. Well the door is always open if you need me…” he slapped his thigh. “I should let you get back to the children before they start using their Force abilities to prank the crew."
She rose up on tiptoe, ignoring his not ‘un-true’ jab and stretched to circle his neck with her arms and kissed her husband warmly.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and picked her up off the floor, maintaining his touch on her soft lips
"Obviously, there can't be any impediment to effective communications, can there," she murmured her rhetorical question, as he carried her with ease.
"No there cannot be." He added, nodding agreement with arch seriousness.
"Um....leadership...must have a very concrete...ah," she said as she disentangled her arms from her surcoat and reached down to unfasten both buckles of her utility belt. "....understanding of one another....if they are to ...collaborate... effectively.." she breathed, kisisng Torian again.
Grabbing her utility belt, he threw it across the room.
It would have fallen with a hard clank had Emi not caught it up in a Force pull and levitated it to a table where she laid it gently and seeing he now looked at her with a huge grin, she let herself down and graciously rolled his shirt up over his chest and obligingly lifted arms. "You didn't really think you were going to keep that on, did you..." she snickered at her failing attempt at temptress and she hid her face in his chest as she blushed and laughed at herself, her arms thrown round his waist. "Oh, Force I have ... longed to hold you for longer than a quick reunion in a cramped transport's 'fresher! Torian," she laughed looking up at him, her chin resting on his chest.
He breathed in deeply, taking advantage of her warm touch against his bare skin. "No, I didn’t," he murmured cockily. His heart quickened with her continued seduction. "But now we have plenty of time."
No sooner had the General said this, than an annoying little rattle came from the hard synth-leather pouch on her belt across the room. Emi's brows lifted and she smiled apologetically.
Slowly at first and then letting his hands fall, Torian released his hold on her and allowed her to grab the commlink. Sitting back on the desk, a sudden vibration emanated from his as well. Just his luck! What does a General have to do in order to get some alone time with his wife?
Grabbing the annoying piece of technology, he growled into it, "Yes?"
The voice came in loud and clear almost as if someone was standing outside his door waiting for the opportune time to disturb him. "We are coming out of hyperspace soon into the Hoth system."
Gripping the poor commlink's shell in his hand and cracking some of the plastic, "Thank you. Thank you very much! I'm glad that you have given me such valuable information. It's good to know that you are doing your job effectively." His voice grew more sarcastic.
"Um, thank you General." The voice came back.
Emi suppressed a chuckle and covered his tense fist with her cool hand.
"We do have all the time, Torian, just...not right now," she offered with a wry wave of her free hand.
"If I could end this war now, I would. You can bet on that!" He grabbed his shirt and put it back on.
Emi-to was presentable in less time than it took him to straighten his shirt. "Well, I should ...go," she said on a sigh. "Let's do lunch," she added dryly as she headed for the door.
"Anytime sweetheart!" He slapped her on the butt and winked at her.
Hard, calloused flesh made a plane of itself and headed for parts not particularly given much affection and she jumped in anticipation and looked up at Torian, cocking a brow. "Is that...a traditional ... parting gesture," she asked skeptically, as he walked alongside her and the door to his quarters hissed open.
"It can be!" He was joking with her. After all in times like this, humor was needed. "Come here a second." He planted one last kiss on her as a reminder they weren't done.
His embraced carried her feet from the floor and Emi decided her faint attempt at decorum was now pointless, as crewmembers passed in the corridor beside them, the anticipated arrival in system already in preparation. It is hard to present one’s self as anything but engaged when being kissed with such verve! Breathlessly, she said, "Thank...you General. I ... suppose we may resume our conversation at a ... more opportune time." She steadied herself.
He stood tall and saluted the Jedi, "Yes ma'am."
The Councilor Jedi bowed and walked down the hall, blowing against the pucker left on her lips and she was seen as she passed to straighten her tabs and brush at her brow!
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OOC: Thank you Argen for this joint-post, really much enjoyed it. Lando is coming up soon.
IC: Magris Quill, Captain Kelsey and Other ARR (NRCs)
Bastooine System - Orellon II
The Anomid was just placing the last few items in his suitcase, of his belongings and as he was finishing up, the radio crackled to life.
“We received your distress call, and we can send down a shuttle to help repair your ship or to retrieve you and your passengers, if you wish.”
A well-mannered voice echoing:
“I’m ready to send down a shuttle, guided by your beacon, if you so desire,”
Magris calmly walked over to the console and replied in his vocalized voice.
"Well, my ship has been badly damaged especially the hyperdrive and sublight drives, so it will be impossible without the required part, if it isn't too much trouble, a lift would do much service for me, unfortunately there are no passengers as they didn't survive the crash as I did, Force rest their souls. I will await your shuttle and just pack my suitcase. The Pacifist out." Magris switched off the comm unit and went back to finish packing his belongings.
As he was curious who were his rescuers. As he finished with his packing, he closed the suitcase and carried it outside the ship. And he looked out into the sky above and waited for his soon be rescuers.
Captain Kelsey stood up again as he listened to response from the Pacifist and began scratching at his beard again. “Boy, I sure could use a shave,” he mumbled to himself as his attention was diverted momentarily.
“That’s a big 10-4, Pacifist. I’m also sending out a medical team,” he asserted, not wanting to the take the sentient on the other end’s word for the status of his fellow passengers. Many times, beings who seemed to be deceased were just simply in a state of unconsciousness and needed tending to; better safe than sorry.
“We’ll be there shortly. Captain Kelsey, over.”
Switching off his comm-link, the ARR chestnut haired captain, coolly gave out the orders:
“Launch Shuttle Pegasus, with an escort of troops and a medical team,” he began as his right hand instinctively went to his wedding band and he once again began to play with it.
“Send two X-wings as escorts, as well,” he reminded the Officer of another ARR mandate – all shuttles were to have a fighter escort whilst on missions away from Home Base.
“Yes, Captain,” came the calm reply.
Within minutes a Kappa Class shuttle had launched from the hangar bay, two X-wings in tow. Inside was a group of four infantry soldiers accompanying two members of the medical corps and a medical droid.
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In a matter of minutes, the rather large shuttle was making its way through the planet’s atmosphere. The Kappa Class shuttle was usually used to transport troops but a lack of smaller shuttles, which were primarily used for non-military purposes, was evident as more useful shuttles for battle were always a preference for the cash-strapped organization.
Shuttles frequently had to do double duty in the ARR and though evidently there was only one survivor, a shuttle that could carry a whole contingent of troops was sent down.
Captain Kelsey almost dreamily watched the shuttle make its way toward the jungle covered planet. In fact, the planet was very much like Yavin 4, their current base of operations, even possessing similar volcanic activity, however it was much more pronounced here.
As he swiveled his Captains chair to get a view of the shuttle, he nodded to his First Officer to open a line to them:
The First Officer nodded and Captain Kelsey pushed the appropriate button that enabled the connection:
“Stay alert, men; this could be a trap. Check the downed ship for survivors and for anything suspicious,” he reminded them.
“Captain, there are heavy life reading forms, probably the wildlife in the jungle but scanning the ship with our sensors, there seems to be only one still alive,” he asserted with a tinge of sadness in his voice.
“I see,” Captain Kelsey replied, echoing the somberness.
Meanwhile, the shuttle’s pilots had found a large enough clearing (well, a few shrubs and vegetation would need to be trampled on) only about 30 meters from the downed ship and so they began their landing procedures.
As the shuttle carefully settled on the ground with a large thump and steam hissing loudly, the local wildlife suddenly began to get nervous as the sounds of stampeding hooves and legs could be heard going in the opposite direction of the landing. A huge nest of strange birds launched from nearby trees with loud cries as they were driven from their home.
As the shuttle’s doors slid open, down the entry ramp proceeded the four troopers, weapons at the ready, followed by the medical corps, tell-tale white uniforms on them.
Two officers followed shortly behind. One of the officers yelled out his orders out of necessity, the din of the shuttles engines still loud as they were leaving the engine idling anticipating a quick rescue, the group made the short distance to the Pacifist in no time.
The officers, who had overtaken the soldiers in the front, now having spied the downed ship saw the sentient patiently waiting for them.
“Greetings, we are here from the Liberty. Our shuttle is over yonder,” he pointed out, gesturing over a small nearby clumping of trees in case the man was both deaf and blind as the shuttle had made quite the spectacle in its landing.
“Are you able to make it on your own, or are you needing some help,” he queried the strange looking man as he gestured for the medical team and the soldiers to fan out. The Medical team complied by quickly going around the man and began looking for the bodies to confirm the fatalities. The soldiers took defensive positions, keeping an eye out for any hostiles, whether they be a wild beast or some sinister agent of an ARR enemy.
The Anomid observed the shuttle's landing and then shortly after, the various officers and soldiers arrived.
"Bless the Force. I am able thank you kind sir. The help is already here," Magris observed the men that went around him regarding them curiously. "The locals, the Kentra, aided me in burying the bodies of the students, just at the rear of the ship, soldier." Magris indicated with a nod in the general direction.
"All I have is my belongings in my suitcase and some of the items that i recovered from the bodies of my pupils, as one day I will return back home and return their items to their families." He said somberly.
"The Kentra have agreed to take care of my vessel until i return until i obtain the necessary parts but it will be for sometime until I do. I'm nothing but a humble tourist and teacher of cultures for my government on Yablari." Magris said.
"If you don't mind, I would like to meet your superior and discuss with him my situation in detail, if there is protocol to be done, then I will kindly oblige to. Since you are the most serious folk I've come across in my travels." Magris reflected on the officers and soldiers surrounding him and his ship.
The ARR Officer looked at the Anomid and looking him up and down gestured to the other officer who promptly took out a small valise he had been carrying. Placing it on a section of flat earth he put on the ground and unclasping the hooks he opened it. From inside he retrieved a short pole with sensors on it that was connected by a single wire to a small black box with various buttons and lights on one side of it.
Picking the instrument up, the Officer who had been addressing Magris filled him in on what needed to be done:
“I’m sorry, but we’ll have to scan both you and your luggage – required protocol. These are dark times…I’m sure you understand,” he finished a bit gravely.
The officer paced immediately walked a few steps and with the scanning instruments quickly did a sweep of the Anomid, doing a twice over with the small rod like sensor and then similarly did the same with the man’s belongings.
“He’s clean,” he announced to the other officer with a nod of the head.
“Excellent,” he said removing his folded hands from behind his back where he had been patiently waiting for procedure.
Coming up a few steps, he saluted Magris and spoke:
“Well, let’s get you up to our ship then and get you some time with our Captain,” he asserted as he picked up the Anomid’s suitcase. Seeing that the Anomid had no explosives of any kind, he was more genial:
“Follow me, sir,” he ordered courteously with a bow. Turning around, the suitcase in tow, they made the short distance to the shuttle where the four ARR troopers, weapons in hand followed them closely, alert for any unwanted intrusion.
Only the sounds of the local wildlife could be hear however.
All members of the rescue party now in, the medics having checked out the gravesites and confirmed that the bodies were in fact deceased also jumped into the idling shuttle just as the ramp began to close and the vessel began to inch off the ground with a loud hiss.
Animals, rattled by the noise and the commotion, began to make a ruckus but they began to settle down once the shuttle made its way up and over the trees into the distance.
“Please have a seat and strap yourself in,” the officer kindly asserted as he gestured to a seat in the large shuttle. “I’ll make sure your luggage is safely taken care of,” he avowed as he took a seat himself. He felt like compromising the awkward silence by making chit-chat with the man but figuring the last thing he would want to do is make small talk if he had just been through an equally trying experience, he decided against it. Anyway, it was a short trip up to the Liberty, he figured anyway.
Within minutes, the shuttle had cleared itself of the planet’s atmosphere and was hurtling at full speed toward the waiting Mon Cal Cruiser. The officer looked out one of the port windows as the huge ship began to grow in his sights. From a distance the ship look completely rounded however now that they were very close to it, he could see less rounded gun emplacements that had been put on there specifically for military purposes, marring the otherwise completely smoothed hull, something the Calamari had detested doing but they found it to be a necessary evil.
The shuttle eased into its appropriate landing pattern and with a soft thud, it retracted legs now spread out, it made contact with the hangar tarmac.
Outside the shuttle, another small contingent of troops awaited the arrival, weapons at the ready and still yet another officer lingered by an arch that the “visitor” would be forced to go under; a larger and more sophisticated scanning device it could detect anything from hand weapons, to communicators to explosive devices.
Captain Kelsey and an aide stood nearby. The Captain, his hands folded before him, turned his head slightly as the force of the shuttle’s landing caused some heavily oxidized air to be blown his way. He slightly coughed out the rough taste from his mouth and he neared the shuttle as the ramp began to lower.
Inside, the commanding officer smiled amiably at the man they had just rescued, and once they got the “all clear” signal, he unfastened himself and stood up and gesturing toward the door he spoke:
“Ok, we’ve arrived. Captain Kelsey should be waiting for you just outside. Welcome to the Liberty,” he finished with a slight bow.
Captain Kelsey squinted as the bright overhead lights caused the shaped inside the shuttle to be pronounced and when finally he could make the face of this Magris coming down the ramp, he neared him and saluted:
“Welcome, Magris. I’m sorry for your losses but you are welcome on the Liberty,” he stated in his deep yet pleasant voice.
“We’ll have to leave the system immediately and from our next stop we can decide what to do with you,” he stated as he looked around for the man’s belongings which were being carried down the shuttle’s ramp by one of the officers.
Giving a thumbs up to the officer he continued:
“For now, we’ll show you to a cabin and you can avail yourself of our facilities and take in some nourishment and some rest. Or if you’re up for it, we can talk immediately?” he offered genially, as he gestured the Anomid past the scanning arch and into the distance where the exit to the hangar was located.
Magris Quill after descending the ramp, he saw the man before him, he could tell this is the one who he heard over the comm on the Pacifist. He greeted him in a hand of gestures which was a welcome in his own language.
He turned on his vocalizer on his right breast.
"Yes, it would be a pleasure to talk with you, Captain. Lead the way, good sir." Magris bowed slightly to the Captain.
Tag: Captain Kelsey
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I got the impression that the holos and such were transmitted... if I'm wrong, strike this post. 
IC: Captain Elenya Savanche and various crew, VSD-II Endless
Waypoint Alpha
Following that brief interlude with the Wraithis, the bridge was silent. Elenya resisted the urge to pace up and down the command deck again as the other ship captains reported in; it was a large fleet, after all. Patience.
Finally, the tactical holocomm sprang to life. Not with the Grand Moff's face, as she had half-expected, but three green holographic spheres representing each of the three contact areas. Elenya caught her X.O.'s eye and waved him over; protocol dictated that the second-in-command know the battle plan as well, in case something happened to the Captain. A bit of a silly idea when it came to capital ships, for if something happened to the bridge they would all be dead anyway, but it never hurt to keep one's people informed.
As Darian emerged from the crew pit, a voice Elenya didn't recognise began reading out the mission profile over the comm. Ten seconds in, Elenya gave in and had her comm officer pull up the written version and display it on screen. She disliked entirely verbal briefings, especially if they were delivered in a monotonous drone as this one was. Soon text unfurled below the three spheres.
"Looks like we're sticking to the plan," Darian commented as he read the briefing. Elenya nodded, an intent look on her face; there were some new details here and there, but in essence, it sounded the same as the briefing they had been given with the assignment. After a beat, he added with a sideways look at his Captain, "No mention of the battle plan for Carthaginian's Kalee fleet, though."
"... Then we'll assume that our previous orders stand," Elenya said, more confidently than she felt. In truth, that the report said nothing about the fleet they had been assigned to did bother her, but it wasn't as if she could comm the Grand Admiral and ask for clarification while she was supposed to be listening to the briefing.
Finally the droning voice cut off. Now for Tarkin's address...
TAG: Imperials at Waypoint Alpha
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~OOC~ Thank you MOO for the positive feedback. 
~IC~
Grand Admiral Thrawn
Location: Chommel Sector - Naboo
["This is the Lord Adviser of the Her Majesty, there has been a big misunderstanding, we will comply to your orders...Please lead the way. Over... "]
Lieutenant Garston looked at the Grand Admiral, wondering what to do next. Mitth'raw'nuruodo frown and leaned back in his chair. He narrowed his eyes as he processed the information. The eyes glowed red as he stared out of the viewport at the ensemble of crafts.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Leah Sykes eased back on the yoke to position her N-X in line with the shuttle's engines. Gravity kept tugging the nose of the craft downwards, a constant tug-of-war to keep it aligned. She had just heard over the channel the identity of the 'target'. The Imperials on the other hand were strangely quite. She didn't know what to expect. She was about to switch to a private channel to speak with her wingman when the com piqued.
["This is Grand Admiral Thrawn, Commander of the Chommel Sector. A squadron of TIE Interceptors are to escort your vessel back to port."] Mitth'raw'nuruodo's voice sounded calm and authoritative. ["Once landed, you are to remain inside your vessel until personnel arrives or otherwise stated by myself. Do I make myself clear, Lord Advisor?"]
Sykes switched to the private channel. "Sir? What was that?"
["Don't ask Cadet."] The tone of Officer Titchner's voice sent a chill down her spine.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Your orders sir?" Lieutenant Garston asked his superior officer, not wanting to disturb him.
"Inform Officer Titchner and Cadet Sykes to form up with our shuttle and accompany us down to the spaceport." Mitth'raw'nuruodo ordered. "Send word to the Chimaera to recall the Bombers and Fighters back to their command ships. Keep them on standby."
"Yes sir." The young Lieutenant left the Admiral to his thoughts and did as ordered as he brought the shuttle around to the planet's surface.
'A Code Yellow forbids vessels from leaving, its a lockdown of traffic at the spaceport. The shuttle took off despite pleas from Theed Control. Risk of life, that is a warrant for charges alone. Report from Control states the shuttle deactivated their com shortly after take off.' Mitth'raw'nuruodo played the scenario over in his head. 'Only now do they open their com again. When the Imperial presence was made known.'
"There is more at work than meets the eye..." He murmured to himself.
"I'm sorry sir, I missed what you just said." The Lieutenant asked.
"Ask the Chimaera to monitor any possible outbound communication transmissions from this vector and to inform me if they come across anything. We also have to inform Supervisor Dinn of Theed Spaceport that we are bringing his shuttle back."
Tag: The Admiral, MOO
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IC: Torian, Sgt. Rhor
Location: Guest Officer quarters aboard the Paladin
He watched his wife leave his quarters all the while attempting to look presentable to the crew of the ship and her Jedi brethren. Even with the short time they were alone, they managed to get roused up. Long durations between visits tended to do that to them.
Sgt. Rhor was walking towards the General’s quarters when he saw the female Jedi leaving with a smile and air about her. Just what the heck did they do in there he laughed. Coming up to the open door, Rhor spotted the General looking the same way. Upon entering Torian’s abode, he saluted.
“At ease Sergeant.” Torian said with frustration, still sore they could not be alone.
“I could say the same for you General!” Rhor laughed out loud as Torian looked down at his trousers. “I think it is safe to say that you are smitten with that woman.”
Torian turned around and straightened his uniform further. There was no sense in walking around the ship with a loaded gun!
“General sir, we are coming out of hyperspace soon into the Hoth system. Master Jedi Obiwan Kenobi will be leaving us with his apprentice, once we are secured in the system. I thought you might want to see them off.”
Turning back and looking more presentable to everyone aboard, “Yes Sergeant, thank you. I'd like to get a look at this system as well. It seems pretty remote and may be a good base for us some day.”
A slight chill ran up Rhor’s neck and into his head. He hated the bitter cold and Hoth wasn’t exactly a vacation spot he wanted to visit. “I've heard from some of the navigational officers on board that the planet is an ice cube. Sub zero temperatures, you know, the kind that could shrink a man, if you get my meaning sir.”
“Yeah, but who in their right mind would think of putting a base on an environment such as that?” He asked Rhor.
“Well sir, speaking freely and off the record as usual; you are always out of your mind, so I guess that would be your judgment.”
Torian laughed slightly, “Yeah, I know, I’m the crazy old coot in this outfit. Well, skunk stool, you're just as dumb to be following me, aren’t you?”
“Yes General.” He said without skipping a beat.
Finally dressed and presentable, the two men leisurely walked down to the bridge for decanting preparations. Admiral Ackbar more than likely would want him there.
TAG: Admiral Ackbar
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IC: Twenty-One, , Wraithis’ main hangar.
Location: Waypoint Alpha
Calysta reacted favourably to the suggestion of seeing inside the shuttle: “There is some sense to that, even if only the cockpit.”
“Oh we will be seeing more than the cockpit, you can be sure of that, young, er, Ensign.” He had been about to say ‘young lady’, but for the time being, he was impressed at her restraint at not blurting out her recognition when he had mentioned the concussion missiles used by the shuttle, for they were the same as used by TIE Bombers. “There is a door right here, but my team will be stacking their equipment inside at the back, so we’ll have to enter at the front.”
He led her forward to a wide open hatchway, and climbed the short steps to get inside.
To their immediate right, was a blank grey bulkhead with a door leading into the cockpit area, and a couple of sealed foot lockers embedded on the other side; and on their left, a spartan open area was patterned with thick white lines on a light grey background, on the floor, walls and ceiling, marking out hatches, power sockets and hardpoints in the hull.
At the far end, down the back, Seventy-Nine, Beta, and a grey-coveralled technician were securing the packs they had seen earlier, and four repulsor sleds, Aratech Swift-3s.
Twenty-One raised an eyebrow as he took in the personal vehicles, swathes of plastic wrapped around the handlebars in the haste to un-pack the things. He guessed the fresh pilots were not the only new ‘equipment’ they’d picked up at Corellia.
After a pause, he remembered why he was there.
“Okay, you can see the hardpoints in the floor, yes? Plus the heavy-duty hatches along the wall and ceiling, forty in all? In the classic design of shuttle, a platoon of-“
“Cul-lassic, eh?” Beta echoed loudly, turning to face Twenty-One and the trainee pilot, “It comes in Spice-free and Cherry flavour too!”
Twenty-One carried on as if his friend hadn’t spoken: “-forty zero-gee spacetroopers are carried, and each hardpoint represents a pressurized cabinet and power hookup for each suit. In the cockpit, I’ll show you the forty toggles not to hit in this bird, cos you’ll open one of those launch hatches and evacuate our atmosphere.”
He waved a hand along the floor. “They used to say, ‘In space, no-one can hear you scream’; but we’ve invented comlinks since those days, and you’ll not only hear us screaming, but effing and blinding too. Right,” he about-faced to the front of the vessel. “I expect the other three shuttles are each being packed with seatroopers, spacetroops, and ground troops. Then depending on the situation, we’ll be going in on this one, leading whichever craft suits the operation.” Twenty-One stopped and smiled, looking aside at Calysta. “Cockpit?”
As he led her back towards the front and opened the bulkhead hatch to the command area, he heard his sergeant taking a call behind them.
“Captain Madine, sir? Yes? Yes, I understand sir. I’ll make sure they get told. Monster Squad out. Beta?”
“Yep?”
“Go stand down those seatroopers, please. It’s been confirmed that we are going to Mygeeto. No oceans, apparently. And before you ask, no really big swimming pools either.”
“Aw, Sarge; you know me too well.”
“Yeah,” twenty-One could just hear their superior smiling, “Don’t I?”
The sandtrooper was grinning himself as he entered the cockpit to find himself behind a wide, chest-high, crescent of computer banks and readouts and controls, while in front of that, under a single thick transparisteel window blister that stretched across the whole front of the cockpit, were four identical flight stations.
He stepped aside to permit Calysta her first view of that area.
Tag: Calysta
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OOC: I am posting these Specifications Sheet of Ursean craft for the benefit of any involved in and needing to make use of them in the coming battles, either directly or indirectly:
USF “Bird” TK-7 interceptor
Production information
Manufacturer
• Ursean Royal Ship Wrights, Malove, Ursa System
Model
USF “Bird” TK-7 interceptor
Class
Starfighter/Interceptor
Technical specifications
Length
9.6 meters
Width
8.33 meters
Height/depth
• 2.6 meters (fuselage)
• 3.11 meters (with stabilizers)
Maximum acceleration
5,800 G
Maximum speed (atmosphere)
49,000 km/h
Engine unit(s)
Malove MechV-4 “Luftspiel” (2) and HHZ-8 Maelstrom Auxiliary /booster (2)
Hyperdrive rating
Class .75
Hyperdrive system
Malove Mech. hyperdrive
Power plant
Malove Mech. Donner-M18 fusion reactor
Camouflage/ Cloaking and decoy
• Reflective hull coating and prototype Hibridum Cloaking device (Garos IV Exper. Cloaking Project from the Univ. of Garos under the auspices of Lord Vader) – visually illusory though visible, confuses enemy sensors.
• EM emitter/projector – electromagnetic countermeasure device used to confuse starship sensors by simulating and projecting the electromagnetic emissions of a ship
Shielding
deflector shield projector (84 SBD)
Hull
Titanium alloy frame and durasteel outer hull (20 RU)
Sensor systems
sensor unit: long range full spectroscopy radiation including phased tachyon detection array and short range primary threat analysis grid
Targeting systems
Malovian target tracker with holographic crosshairs
Navigation system
navigation computer (5 jump range)
Avionics
Ursean
Countermeasures
• jammer
• Chaff and flare launcher
Armament
• laser cannons (2) reversible, and 180 range either direction.
• Dymek HM-8 concussion missile launchers (2)
• 8 missiles each (adaptable for 2 other warheads including Empion, proton)
• 1 sensor-guided nano missile launcher, one round of 40 tracking missiles indistinguishable from blaster bolts, mid to long range armor piercing projectiles with tight targeting capability – low collateral producing.
Crew
Pilot (1)
Passengers
None
Cargo capacity
80 kilograms
Consumables
1 week
Affiliation
• Ursean Security Force/Imperial
A starfighter with the superb feat of Ursean technology, it is possibly THE fastest of interceptors in the Galaxy, this the most current in a line of “Birds.”
Operational deployment
The Bird is a quick-strike fighter. Useful in the both Battle of Malove, these fighters went up against the vaunted General Grievous’ Ravager. The fact that pilots survived the encounter, was testament to the Birds versatile and swift maneuverability. The 2nd Battle of Malove impressed on Anakin the need for improvements. The payload they carried needed to be more effective against CIS targets, the advanced shielding of the Confederacy’s largest vessels and longer range deployments. To that end, the size of the Bird was increased to carry a larger more varied and deadlier payload, to house the Auxillery and booster engine unit, and allow for an increase in shielding. The trade off was its slightly increased profile, yet the acceleration and velocity capabilities more than justified the increased size.
Tactically, they were employed singlely or in groups. Naturally their speed put the element of surprise on their side, along with the ability to make multiple jumps. The retention of an astromech gave the pilot a lot of options, even if the mech was disabled, the systems could still be pilot guided.
Already shown in operation, tailing the Black Flame and other suspicious craft entering Ursa before the PDS grid was operational, these starfighters were used offensively and defensively, in covert mission, and as system-wide patrol.
Like the Ursean Star Destroyers, the Birds were finely designed for function, but followed closely the principles of nature. While the seeming fixed wings had the characteristic up-swept wings of many Ursean fly-craft, they fairly easily managed in flight, the articulated wings falling within precribed configurations as per the sensor readings of atmosphere and the forces brought to bear upon the craft and the control surfaces by the craft’s movement itself, the pilot was relieved of many of these basic configurations. Yet, if he chose, he could articulate the parts of the wings and various other control surfaces manually or through direction to the astromech. A decent pilot could fare well, but in experience, well-trained hands, these fighters could deliver mayhem and destruction in swift order.
USF “Jument” MSP repulsortank
Production information
Manufacturer
Brudermark
Model
Jument MSP repulsortank
Class
Repulsorcraft
Technical specifications
Length
25.5 meters
Width
4.0 meters
Height
3.2 meters
Maximum speed
340 km/h
Shields
• projector (!) ray and particle shielding - tactical effectiveness to 50 meters radius. Hull conforming and directional.
Armament
• Heavy laser cannon (1)
• Medium blaster cannon (3)
• Concussion missile launcher (1)
• Dual computer-guided thermal detonator missile launchers (1)
Crew
• Pilot (1)
• Commander (1)
• Gunner (2)
Passengers
1
Usage
Role(s)
Armor and shields
Era(s)
Rise of the Empire era
Affiliation
USF
Juments sported a heavy laser cannon and a medium blaster cannon and had two additional cannons flanking the vehicle. It had a crew of four, and enough room for at least one passenger
The Jument is the “draft” vehicle of the USF ground corps. A useful and versatile machine, the Jument was, however expensive to produce and thus their production a matter of time and resources.
In addition to armored combat and mobilized shield projectors, Jument tanks could serve duty as tractors and construction vehicles by the Engineering devision of the USF.
Tactically comprible and surpassing the Imperial TX-130 Saber-class fighter tank, the T2-B repulsor tank.
USF “Stinger” Bent wing series C-50 Missile ship
Stinger Bent wing series USF C-50
Production information
Manufacturer
• Ursean Royal Ship Wrights, Malove, Ursa System
Product line
Stinger Series
Model
USF “Stinger” Bent wing series C-50 Missile ship
Class
Missile Ship/small transport
Technical specifications
Length
30 meters (aft double thrusters and tail extensions 5 meters)
Width
Fuselage tapered 10 meters
Wings fully extended to 30 meters total span
Depth
12 meters
Maximum acceleration
4,900 G
Maximum speed (atmosphere)
44,000 km/h (Can be doubled by Sublight Accelertation module with draw upon auxillary system generators)
Hyperdrive rating
Class 1.0 (150,000 LY range)
Hull
Rated 142 RU
Shielding
Rated 200 SBD - power boosted
Sensor systems - full electro magnetic spectography
Camouflage/ Cloaking and decoy
• Reflective hull coating and prototype Hibridum Cloaking device (Garos IV Exper. Cloaking Project from the Univ. of Garos under the auspices of Lord Vader) – visually illusory though visible, confuses enemy sensors.
• EM emitter/projector – electromagnetic countermeasure device used to confuse starship sensors by simulating and projecting the electromagnetic emissions of a ship
Armament
• Medium laser cannons (4) 2 forward and 2 aft
• Forward and aft ion cannons (1 each) dorsal mounted
• Advanced concussion missile/projectile launchers (2) forward and aft
• Standard load: 28 advanced concussion missiles each
• beam weapon mounting proton torpedo launcher(1) – 10 torpedoes
• boarding harpoons – 6 (originally used for rescue with disabled craft)
Crew
• Pilot (1)
• Co-pilot/engineer
• Weapons officers/bombadiers (2)
• Specialist (1) - marine
• Astromech droid (1)
• Medidroid
Minimal crew
• Pilot (1)
Cargo capacity
500 kg /60 troops
Consumables
1 week
Usage
Role(s)
• Long range transport/missile ship
• Heavy strike bomber
Era(s)
• Empire era
Affiliation
• Galactic Empire
• Ursean System
The “Stinger,” was originally developed as long-range bomber/transport, but soon evolved into the transport/missile ship and as it is now deployed.
The chassis is like most Ursean vessels, a response to the natural environment, the dynamics of certain sea and air going creatures within the Ursean system providing inspiration. Thus it is sleek, and fluid with a long fuselage, the wings folding out of and hinged within the body to form a seemingly fixed-wing ship with long twin tail-like sensors entending out over the ion drive thruster. Underneath the wings are nestled two twin laser cannons. Aft and over the ion drive thrusters were two deflector shield heat sinks.
As the co-pilot served in several capacities, an atromech could provide in-flight navigation and maintenance skills should the copilot be required elsewhere. Large and important in traversing the Galaxy on behalf of Ursa’s widespread concerns, it featured a class I hyperdrive, could provide air or water support in and transportation to combat zones.
In the capacity of missile ships they were often hidden in amongst lighter fighters to deliver deadly fire upon large targets.. While they lacked the speed of the Birds, they utilized the acceleration modules double their top speed and acceleration for short durations by diverting energy from weapon and or shields and in this manner were able to escape the range of capital ships with ease rendering the Stinger an alusory target, even for the advanced tri-droid fighters used by the Confederacy of Independent Systems .
The Stinger was a standard utility craft ubiquitous throughout the Ursean Security Force military, though expensive to produce and used by Lord Vader in his Imperial fleet. The Stinger has 2 retractable wings, which can be lower or lifted by a range of 60 degrees, a wing span that is quite impressive, but the early versions manifested the deficiencies and begged for a resiliant shielding system. Because they serve many purposes, the command cabin was quite cramped. A keel and variable dorsal "hump", gave it a slight but certainly sleeker ressemblance to the Imperial Lambda class shuttles, only with an extra wing. The wings, nose, and dorsal hump all were covered in slight ridges of tubercles as were the Ursean star destroyers. The tubercles improved the fluid dynamics of the craft to a highly appreciable degree. The keel made the craft aquatic as well. Yet, the keel had aerodynamic purpose as a stabilizer and for thrust. The wing configuration could be varied depending on their use in thrust direction. When landing, the out wing could be folded upwards when docked.The Stinger was designed as both a small missile ship and transport and could carry over 100 tons or 20 soldiers. It also had a crew of six: a pilot, co-pilot, navigator, communications officer, gunner, and engineer. A shuttle could also be piloted by a skeleton crew consisting of a single officer during emergencies, if he was well trained. Equipped with a Class 1 hyperdrive it could ferry or escort the Royal yacht or transport any important item or personage with confident security across the Galaxy.
The Stinger was well-armed, with three double blaster cannons (one rear-mounted) and armed with ten laser cannons. It was also protected by a powerful deflector shield which was powered by multiple generators. It was covered by a heavily reinforced hull capable of deflecting laser fire. In fact, so well armed was the Stinger that it was able to travel across the Galaxy without an escort, thus making it suitable for covert operations.
First introduced in 43 BBY by an egineer from Thermopolae, who by popular tale had come up with the basic overall schema while observing a large sea creature indigenous ot his planet. Originally known as a Stingray, but pilot’s quickly shortened it to “Stinger” due to her obvious “hit and run” abilities.
The Stinger was heavily armed and shielded and was also equipped with a cloaking device . Hence the name Stinger, for its swiftness and stealth. It was often used for reconnaissance and for tracking because of it highly effective and thorough sensor package. The USF, used to incursions in their wealthy system built highly adaptive, useful and efficient machines for an aggressive defense.
Stingers are also quite manueverable and agile for their bulk with directional thrust engines that may be used to turn these craft quickly and sharply.
Heavily armed and shielded, the “Stinger” was well fitted to carry troops and weapons, provide support and deliver deadly fire, as well as perform ship boardings and hit heavily defended targets effectively.
For the Vitt-class Star Destroyer I am supplying a past post which describes the ship:
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Date Posted: 9/11/06 10:28am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 9/11/06 10:41am (1 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
IC: Anakin Skywalker, Imperial Executor Lord Vader and Re Mavrat of Ursa
LOCATION: transport HIMS Eclipse and RMS Witt Utharda
There it was! The new Ursean Star Destroyer! Vader's transport approached it now where it hung in close orbit over Kavala. The winged craft was fitted with the compatible design modifications Anakin had specified; outboard horizontal tails. Like other Ursean craft, the designs were drawn from nature around them and with that in mind, Anakin had designed the wings to be movable, to lengthen and broaden just as a bird’s wing might do. While the upswept wing was a common feature for their craft, they had never been made variable. Now the “wing-tails” were moveable.
As the craft, small for Star Destroyers, were meant to be All Condition Vessels (ACV) they needed to be able to perform well in all mediums: gaseous and aqueous atmospheres and sub and superluminal flight, performance tests were highly detailed and many.
During flight through planetary atmospheres the glide through such conditions requires these tail sections to lift into an articulated fan or "feathered" position of a 65-degree angle to the main body. This critical positioning of the hinged tail section slows the craft to allow a safe and sound glide down to a landing pad without the use of polluting and energy hungry repulsors, not that the ships did not have repulsor engines, and yet capable of a near perpendicular landing and lift off.
Sublight and hyperspace reactors were manufactured in system at the Royal Ship Wrights at Malove as were the propulsion systems though they were very much like the Hoersch-Kessel propulsion systems used elsewhere in the Empire. Ursa had been isolationist for eons and consequently was self-reliant. It pleased Anakin they were thus disposed; such a state made keeping technological secrets secure and did not burden the system with the same political compromises other systems experienced.
What was galling however, was the loss of the agricultural planet, Jupe. Without Jupe, feeding Ursa was more difficult, and the loss of revenues from exports of product from the great pastoral planet did not help. Yet, as Lord Neuewald and his team had discovered, there was a history surround nearby Telos that might reveal not only solutions for the stabilization of Jupe, but for its restoration. It would prove an enormous engineering project, but it had been done before. Anakin smiled remembering the hopeful tears Celeste had worn upon hearing the news and there were now confirmations and other telling signs the probing of a wary system’s forces had revealed!
It was only a matter of minutes before they would arrive aboard Leitman’s flag ship. It was so newly out of the drive yards that it had only just been named. As he watch the sleek blue-gray star destroyer “grow” before their approach, its beautiful upswept wings ridged from fore to aft with the multi-purpose tubercles, pilot house in a subtle “hump” along the dorsal and the detachable supra-vessel in another such bulge behind it, Anakin could see his reflection in the transparasteel of the view port.
Two eyes, a nose, a mouth, nothing of note there, but a posture perhaps, or a light in the eye, and he reached back mentally. Such moments gave way to regret and doubt, for which he had too much in the way of responsibility to spend his time in grief.
The almost iridescent form of the star destroyer, the White Bear grew as the Tri-wing approached. He managed a grin of satisfaction over the magnificent site of the ship hanging in the velvet black of the heavens, the background dotted with the familiar “dart” of Imperial destroyers in a distant orbit. Here and there a flash of ships coming and going in and out of the Ursean system with the familiar distortion in a forward facing cone. He could almost hear the groaning screech as the ships puncture real space.
Suddenly, the ship wavered from view and only space lay before them. He met Leitman’s satisfied glance and looked back to see the ship glowed once more blue-gray before them: the iridescence, the shimmer given off by the :”scales” of micro-cell ion and radiation receptors which lay in paved form stem to stern over the entire surface of the hull and even on the gun and cannon turrets and reticules. It was theory to most, and not reality in Ursa. The labs for the receptors was highly secure and the whereabouts unknown to all but a few.
The receptors gathered not only light, but radiations of all sorts, even the cronau flash, and the energy release as particles hit the shields, and more importantly portions of energy packets from ion and lasers. While the collection was at 30%, there was hope that, given newer ablative materials currently being tested, the margin would be increase. The material presently used was no different than that which coated fibers within Anakin’s Jerkin and trousers.
In the 11th hour, the information gleaned from their experience with the D-II gave them great aide and his 4 years of labor on this design, now actualized and ready to perform before him was a rare satisfaction, which he savored. The computational fluid design or CFD tests he’d performed over and over had come down to resolving an unwanted nose lift towards the end, but issues of airflow over tail control surfaces of the suborbital flight controls one of which resulted in changes to the tail section, the tail having been assessed several modifications were now ironed out.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. The two dorsal humps that comprised the superstructure housed the Pilothouse or bridge and a detachable auxiliary bridge with a hold of its own. One could just spy the seam on the otherwise smooth surface of the destroyer which though smallish, about 1/5 th again the size of a Venator, could make a very, very large impression, one that could yank a ship right out of…hyperspace!
“Come around her, Captain,” said Vader quietly. Along prow, to port and starboard were 3 gill-like, long diagonal openings, 15 meters wide. Here were housed small hangars, venting systems and bow thrusters, and retractable weapons emplacements.
Toward mid-ships the massive open bays could be spied below the pectoral wing/fins of the ship, giving forth a brilliant glow, which even now was being collected by the receptors shimmering now on the hull. Along the ‘wings,” were the tubercles, ridges of bumps covered with short hair-like sensors covering the wings or fins starting at the leading edge to back toward the scalloped or feathered trailing edge of the w | |