SephyCloneNo15 posted:(ooc: Sithy, you seem to have renamed my squadrons on me. My fighters, bombers, and infantry are all jus numbered: 0001, 0002, and so on) (ooc2: It's been 8 days [RL] since last payday. Is this update payday or not yet?) Really? Sorry :$ And yes it is. [quote=Sith_Lords] GM MODE PAYDAY
"You are correct. The Shadow is a smuggler, pure and simple. But Shadow sees opportunities, and has become the leader of a ever growing group of smugglers. This datapad contains the specifications for a group of 5 space stations, each containing extensive entertainment opportunities. My employer wishes to build these around Fresia. Compensation will, of course, be given. The construction of these facilities will give you an extra income of 1000 per turn. The Shadow, does, however ask for a donation of 2500 towards the building costs. Now, you say you are after the Grievance Striker? You, my friend, are in luck. The Shadow knows where this item is located, and will locate it for you. For a price..." Sharpe smiled at the man’s response. He had figured someone such as the Shadow would want to take advantage of him and his world. However, the more he thought about it, the less he believed it was actual exploitation and rather a “you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours” type of agreement. Glancing at his chrono almost unnoticeably, he realized that his guests in the form of Maya Yubari and Johann Gehlen were due at any time, and he really needed to wrap up things with Kora so that he could meet with them when they arrived. So he addressed Kora firmly, fully befitting a leader. “Mr. Kora, this news of the Grievance Striker is most impressive, I will set aside a small credit sum from the Finance Executor in exchange for the most generous Shadow’s information. However the Commonwealth has military expansion projects ongoing at the moment whose prohibitive costs exceed or ability to properly fund the construction of entertainment venues in our orbit.” He paused while lightning struck outside. “Let it be known that we fully intend to follow through with you, so I extend to you the invitation of residence in the Commonwealth’s diplomat residential towers in the capital city,” he gestured at the city outside beyond the window and the withering storm. “for as long as you desire. Send a message directly to my datapad with the information about the Striker when you receive it. Now if you’ll excuse me, Lieutenant Cren who escorted you in here will conduct you to your recently-prepared residences at 900 Commonwealth.” He let the lieutenant take care of them while he prepared to go to the entrance to the main landing pad for the Hall, where his guests would be directed to land as they came.
The replies came, and for once throughout the whole morning, Corvallus smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. Foerost was sending along one of their Dreadnaughts to join the Commonwealth Navy. The executor smiled when he thought that Sharpe would probably change the name of the vessel when it arrived due to the Commonwealth’s use of Fresian mythological nouns for their ship naming purposes. He was sure the Foerost officials wouldn’t mind either. Indomitable was too…pretentious, anyway. To: Samuel Cral, President of Foerost From: Anthon Corvallus, Executor of Foreign Affairs, Commonwealth of Fresia Subject: RE Offer of Alliance Body: Cral, thank you very much for your willingness to send the Indomitable to join our fleet. As our plans progress, your world’s defenses shall grow, trust me. --Corvallus To: Louise Themya, Leader of the Cinnagar’s Freedom Army From: Anthon Corvallus, Executor of Foreign Affairs, Commonwealth of Fresia Body: This is all very disturbing indeed. Ssi-Ruuvi oppression is something that we oppose most vehemently. We are undertaking a military operation presently in the nearby Ruan system. We would very much like to help you with your problem; why don’t you just specify what exactly a ‘Clunker’ is. Also, what type of forces will you be contributing to the effort as well? And can we ensure your allegiance to the Commonwealth once this is all over? --Corvallus As the messages were sent streaking off the different corners of the galaxy, Anthon looked to his now-empty cup of stimcaf his secretary droid had brought him earlier. A message then came in over his comm, directed from Fresia’s orbital traffic control. “Executor Corvallus? The shuttle is here carrying Maya Yubari, they request to land immediately.” Anthon replied quickly, “Direct them to the main landing pad here at the Hall. Sharpe’s waiting there with an honor guard.” Glancing outside at the rain, he wondered how the assault force en-route to Ruan was faring.
To: Samuel Cral, President of Foerost From: Anthon Corvallus, Executor of Foreign Affairs, Commonwealth of Fresia Subject: RE Offer of Alliance Body: Cral, thank you very much for your willingness to send the Indomitable to join our fleet. As our plans progress, your world’s defenses shall grow, trust me. --Corvallus To: Louise Themya, Leader of the Cinnagar’s Freedom Army From: Anthon Corvallus, Executor of Foreign Affairs, Commonwealth of Fresia Body: This is all very disturbing indeed. Ssi-Ruuvi oppression is something that we oppose most vehemently. We are undertaking a military operation presently in the nearby Ruan system. We would very much like to help you with your problem; why don’t you just specify what exactly a ‘Clunker’ is. Also, what type of forces will you be contributing to the effort as well? And can we ensure your allegiance to the Commonwealth once this is all over? --Corvallus
Cral, thank you very much for your willingness to send the Indomitable to join our fleet. As our plans progress, your world’s defenses shall grow, trust me.
This is all very disturbing indeed. Ssi-Ruuvi oppression is something that we oppose most vehemently. We are undertaking a military operation presently in the nearby Ruan system. We would very much like to help you with your problem; why don’t you just specify what exactly a ‘Clunker’ is. Also, what type of forces will you be contributing to the effort as well? And can we ensure your allegiance to the Commonwealth once this is all over?
Nambek sat with his ever-present comb in-hand as he slicked his blonde hair back, looking at himself in the reflection of the massive window of his office, lightning flashing outside and sheets of rain pounding themselves against the transparisteel panes. He was confident that within minutes the well-prepared First Fleet would be reverting to realspace in the Ruan system, Kol Prolestian commanding, ready to liberate the world in the name of the Commonwealth of Fresia. It was then that his marble desk’s holoprojector beeped, playing an incoming transmission from Incom. "Sirs, I hope I am not interrupting. As you can clearly see we have finished with the design process. The standard X-wing chasis remains as normal. To encrease firepower, instead of extra laser cannons there is the implimentation of 2 extra missile launcers, bringing the total to 4. The ship can now carry 12 proton torpedos, or 20 Concussion missiles. By elongating the chasis by a metre and a half we have allowed for extra space which now contains a stronger shield generator, a hyperdrive capable of speeds upwards of Mark 6, and a circuit which enables the pilot to switch between ion and laser blasts, using the same cannons. To increase sublight speed we have updated the engines, so that the ship can now match the speeds of an Rebel Alliance era A-Wing. Altogether a good improvement yes? With your permission, Sirs, I will authorise production of proto-types.” Nambek smiled and put his comb into his pocked as he sent his reply. “Excellent, Kulhm. This news pleases us. By all means, ready production of two squadrons of prototypes by the next fiscal period. That is all. Contact me with anything further.” If the Commonwealth adopted these fighters, and Nambek saw no reason why they wouldn’t, their space superiority starfighter corps would be unstoppable.
Prolestian, the Commonwealth’s Defense Executor, walked aboard the bridge of the VSD Trageraha shortly after he had been alerted to their arrival at Ruan by the realspace reversion alarms. He stood at the bridge window along with Bask, the ship’s captain, feeling the coolness of the vacuum beyond the transparisteel. In the distance he could see the shimmering sphere of Ruan, along with its moons. A holograph hanging above the long-rang visual scanning station showed the two expected Ssi-Ruuvi vessels as they deployed their enteched fighters. “Everything is going according to plan thus far, Executor,” Captain Bask said. “The TIE Phantoms have cloaked and the X-Wings are forming up presently. All ships report ready. We await your word sir.” Prolestian nodded as he scanned left and right, noting all of the vessels of the fleet as they sat eager for action and ready to fulfill their assigned missions. “Fleet, attack.” Sublights roared, and the battle was joined.
John Forrest "All right, what've we got today?" John Forrest was in the labs, checking over the work of House Vallese's personal technicians and scientists. They had called him down earlier this morning, when the messages came in. "The Duke's Lady asked us to put together some simple probes. We were wondering what they're going to be used for." replied one of the scientists. Forrset nodded. Morgan had talked to him about this earlier; they'd send these out to see what was out there for the taking. Endor wasn't meant for the heavy fortifications they wanted. "We're sending them out. A search. One to Hoth, one to Yavin, and one to Bespin." replied the minister calmly. "What are we searching for, if you don't mind my asking?" "A home away from home," quipped Forrest, and the techs laughed. He grinned, disguising worry. Endor was not a sustainable holding, or at least, it wasn't an ideal holding. Not for military reasons, which were fast becoming the norm for House Vallese. Duke Carmine Vallese, Lady Jana Vallese "Sister or not, you have no right to make decisions like this without my consent. Glee Anselm? Dorin? This is no game! We're in a risky situation right now!" said Carmine, through gritted teeth. "I have nothing to do here! You're Duke, which makes me nothing! And you enjoy it!" spat Jana. Carmine was raging beneath his mask. What did she hope to gain by doing this? "I have always treated you fairly. You have always had freedom - I'm not keeping you here." Jana shook her head, eyes flashing. She turned on her heel and stormed from the room. Carmine sighed, and fell into an armchair. These arguments were pointless and futile! He had to be rid of her. Guilt overcame the duke as he remembered leaving Giuseppe to fend for himself. He'd neglected his duties as both father and duke for too long. He touched his comm. Brann was on the other end. "Sir?" "Get me Ambassador Kynes." Ambassador Kynes The brooding figure on the bridge of Paolo's Honour had garnered immense respect throughout his career as a diplomat, but this perhaps would be the assignment he'd be remembered for. For whatever reason, Duke Vallese himself had sent this diplomat, Kynes, to make contact with Kuat. His only instructions were to arrange a steady peace with Kuat, by whatever means necessary. "Sir? We're ready for the jump." Kynes looked up. The Honour'd have to represent the whole of House Vallese to the Kuati Empire. Kynes hoped it was up to it. "Relay a message to Kuat, informing them of out intentions. Tell them - politely - that we wish to sit down and speak with them face-to-face." said Kynes. The young officer nodded. In moments, he felt the Honour's engines pick up. The stars blurred into lines, and they were off. Message to the Holy Kuati Empire Good sirs: As a representative of House Vallese of Endor, I extend to you my friendship and the friendship of House Vallese in these troubled times. My ship, Paolo's Honour, will be arriving in the vicinity of Kuat shortly. We seek safe passage, as well as to arrange a mutual relationship between our people. ~Ambassador Duncan Kynes
