SWRPF Archive RPG: Fall of the Empire

::The Vengeance exited hyperspace just outside of Hutt Space. Taryn ordered the fleet to begin orbit around Nal Hutta as Bain and his advisors blasted off towards Nar Shaddaa to meet with Zearga the Hutt::

Bain: Shuttle Pride, prepare for agression. We are not sure how this meeting will begin... not after our last meeting with the advisor.

::Bain chuckled at the way the last meeting ended::

Jeno: Sir, we're not seeing any signs of hostility. Should we break formation?

Bain: No. I want a more strategic positioning. Black Squadron, move into Cerean form. Death Squadron, move into the Corellian Defense. Wings, cover me.

::The Squadrons and Wings took on a strange positioning that would not only guard the front and back, but the sides and the longitudinal. They entered the thin atmosphere of the city moon::

Bain: Shuttles Pride and Wraith, keep your positions. We will be setting down in 5-4-3-2...

::The whole force, consisting of 8 TIEs per Squadron, two Lambda-class Shuttles, 4 Wings, and the Fury, landed on a large docking bay and exited. A strike team from the Wraith exited and stood guard over the crafts. The passengers of the Pride exited: half a group of "Senators", half a small strike team posing as guards. The Wings exited, in full Mandalorian armour and followed Bain, the "Senators", and their guards into the open hatch waiting for them::



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OOC: I don't have anything to say, at the moment.

 

OOC: Once again, I don't have anything to say, at the moment.

 

This RPG is officially... DEAD!



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I wonder if this can be ressurected...



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