SWRPF Archive The Shattered Galaxy: Main Game Thread

IC: Zepher M'clain

Zepher awaited at the fleet headquarters for the update from Zach Dron, the ExO, also now the president. It was strange times to be in a full scale war, things change quickly. Since the beginning of the CSA's involvement, the direx board decided that the civilian ways of control weren't efficient enough, so they passed the referendum #1552, which was a new law that dismantled the Presidency and all the other "public" offices during a state of war, and all their power was to be directed between the military and the direx board itself, and of course the ExO, leader of the direx board, would become the temporary president. Zepher loved the fact that he wasn't involved in that hole of a mess. His life was simple, follow orders and sometimes create ideas and plans, a soldier?s life.

sounds of beeping

Zehpher looked towards the comm. menu; it was the update from the ExO he was waiting for.

Well he kind of took the bait, but I know i have failed in hiding the truth from him. He is dispatching a Sith to here to help over see things as he puts it. Continue to the plan, well handle the sith when he arrives, also by the way, we received orders, we are to dispatch a small squadron of ships to Dathomir for support or something, he never really told my why, darn those sith and their ways. The choice on how many and whose in command is up to you, I do offer the advice to be cautious, we will never know when he will have "no more use for us"

-Zach Dron

Zepher was pissed, that incompetent bureaucrat can't keep his mouth shut, he had to think of something to help mask the omega plan, but that would have to wait. Zepher pulled up the CSA fleets and their status?s, looking for current non-active ones. Zepher scanned through pages; most were on escort and anti-pirate duty, while others on planetary defense maneuvers. Then he saw one, Captian Dilonn, aboard the Anguish , task force lead of the 47th squadron. It contained a few outdated ships, but it should be enough to do what ever the sith needed it for. Zepher quickly typed up orders for Captian Diloon and his task force to depart immediately for Dathomir.


A few hours later, the 47th Squadron departed for Dathomir and would arrive shortly.

Tag: The Loyal Imperial

 

Drox Vrieska
Open Space

Drox closed his eyes when Solo engaged the hyperdrive. He sniffed. No explosion, no pain. He blinked and squinted through his right eye. Just the cockpit of the Falcon. Drox showed his upper jaws, an action equivalent to a grin. He let out a whooping cheer. Not dead, was good. It was very good.

However, he came back to reality and remember their current predicament. He sobered up. What to do? Drox didn?t want to risk another blind jump, but without a navicomputer, what could they do. He grabbed his datapad and had a thought. He kept the codes for the Roche Asteroid Belt, in there. Drox smiled. He held it up for Solo to see and said, ?I?ve got a plan. I assume you know how to manually input hyperspace coordinates? Yeah, thought so. Well, I got the codes for Nickel One, in here."

Drox showed his maxilla again. He offered the datapad to the captain, now.

Tag: Solo and Yammka

 

Mandator-II Class Star Dreadnaught ? Ascension | Byss
Grand Admiral Randal Duflin

In an instant, the fleet came back to real space into the downed section of sensor satellites surrounding the planet Byss. Fighters began to swarm out of the capitol ships like a swarm of angry bees, angered and agitated. They were poising for their attack, armed to quickly strike at the enemy, if necessary. There were no signs of the enemy, for they must have been on the other side of the planet as of now. Lavos had done he job, and done it well. With the hole in the sensor grid, the Ascension and her support fleet had the element of surprise.

?Begin jamming all enemy transmission, military and regular. Have the Interdictors ready their gravity wells. Have the fleet begin to move towards the other side of the planet. We must get into for when the other fleet arrives to block the remaining exits from the system.? Dufflin was now eager for the enemy fleet to come into view. He had been looking forward to battle ever since his orders had come in from the Emperor. There had been no loss of sleep, no nightmares, no pain. It had been a good few days for him.

?Captain Leeds. Keep an eye out for Agent Lavos. Grant him permission to land when he makes contact with us if he so chooses. If not, notify him that he is now given clearance to engage the enemy.?

?Aye sir? replied Captain Leeds.

It was now only a matter of time until the second fleet would join them, containing whatever ships the sith had in system. The Ascension and her fleet would be ready to hammer the sith fleet into the anvil that was the other imperial forces.

Tag: Protegé-of-Thrawn, Sarge221, The_Loyal_Imperial

OOC: TLI, if you wish, you may start out your post with the arrival of the second imperial fleet. The sensor window that the first fleet is in (currently already in the system) would conceal their presence.

Fleet Numbers

Ascension Fleet ? At Byss
1 Mandator-II Star Dreadnaught
2 Immobiliser-418A's,
2 Vindicator Crusiers
6 ISD II's,
4 ISD-I
4 VSD I's,
2 Venators-Class Star Destroyers

2nd Sector Fleet ? About to enter Byss.
16 ISD-II?s
6 ISD-I?s
2 Immobiliser-418A's,
2 Vindicator Crusiers

 

IC: Myth aka Horida Riisar
Nar Shaadar

?So you were that guy Lamenting about dirt and grime on your ship eh?? ?Well, just got a response here. You get a standard contract. If its what I got, well then I'm sure you'll be happy. 300,000 credits for your first job and it doubles for every job after that. And I got a 10,000 credit bonus for recruiting you. Just to sweeten the pot why don't I give half that bonus to you, for a new paint job, and a good ship cleaning eh? You agree, I'll give you the info needed to contact my employer and tell you where to go from here. Wadda ya say??

"Did I give away that much already? Pity not more had the deductive mental lobes of you, and your offer is acceptable. Agreed. I am sending my account information for your transfer now and eagerly await word from this 'employer' I now have. My thanks and I look forward to any partnerships in the future, oh by the way. Not all rodents are only good for food." He chuckled in a soft hooting knowing that with that the man would figure out how he had been able to track him.

TAG: Kahn

 

IC: Bik Grohen
Byss

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Glancing up out of the bar window, Bik happened to catch a sight he hadn't been anticipating. A fleet of ships, to be more specific. He chuckled slightly as he polished off his drink, a mix of some Corellian ale and some local brew. For a planet exclusively under Sith control, they still brewed a fine drink. Surprisingly, it seemed the Sith hadn't outlawed alcohol entirely on the planet, seeing as there was so much military hubbub going on around here all the time. He glanced out the window at again. [i]For good reason[/i], he thought as he stood up from his stool.

"Hey, you've still got to pay!" the bartender called out after him as Bik headed for the door.

"Put it on my tab, old man," Bik replied, only half-jokingly. The fact that he almost always used the same tone of voice made it difficult to tell when he was being serious and when he wasn't. Those who had gotten on his bad side had learned that he was [i]always[/i] serious once his gun was out.

To his own surprise his eyes drifted upward again. Judging by the maneuver, there was no doubt that those were Imperials. His right hand instinctively moved to stroke the scar on his forehead as he began musing. There would, of course, be the response from the Sith forces. He couldn't guess who would win, he didn't have enough information. But he would have hoped it'd be the Sith, seeing as they were paying his bills right now. And those Imperials... Just weren't his style any more. A smirk worked its way to his face. [i]Speaking of Imperials,[/i] he thought, [i]I wonder if Jad's up there...[/i]

Bah. It was no matter to him if his brother was up there or not. In all likelihood, Jad thought he was dead by now. And, in all likelihood, if Bik ran into Jad, Jad'd wind up dead.

A slight bump from a non-military man jarred Bik back into reality. "Sorry, sir," the man apologized, as he continued walking. Bik scowled, sensing something was wrong. A quick check of his back pocket confirmed it.

It was easy, really. The man hadn't gotten more than 10 meters away, and Bik was a surprisingly good shot, despite his bad eye. A woman outside of his field of vision screamed. No matter. The now-smoldering remains of the pickpocket yielded his missing wallet. "Stealing from a Sith officer," Bik taunted the dead man, "Is a capital offense."

He walked off, his eyes drawing once again to the sky above. [i]Maybe it's time to get to my ship...[/i] he mused.

[b]TAG:[/b] Anyone on Byss who wants to get involved

 

Byss

While the fleet of ships that had been assembled at Byss was not an inconsiderable force at first glance, what was not immediately apparent was that it was severely undercrewed. The Sith could construct as many ships as they wished to, but finding the manpower to adequately staff them was another story entirely. It was for this reason that it was not until several minutes after the Imperial 2nd Sector Fleet jumped in-system that the Sith finally realized what had happened. Once they concluded that they were most likely under attack, klaxons blared across the fleet as what personnel they had reported to what battlestations they could, and the fleet began a sluggish and uncoordinated movement towards the invading force...

TAG: Thok, Protegé-of-Thrawn

 

IC: Fedar Sen/Doan Ro

It had been nearly an hour since Fedar and Doan had made it to the hanger, they were still scrubbing the mynock entrails from Doan's fighter. "Well I'm surprised this isn't working. It's always worked well for me, maybe your viewport uses a different compound." Fedar said to Doan as he wiped sweat off of his forehead.

"That's fine, I'll get it worked on later, surely someone in the shipyards around here knows how to deal with it." Doan said as he pulled some wing membrane out of his turbine. "It looks like Leia isn't going to make it here in time. Perhaps we should head to the Doneeta now, we'll surely meet her there." he added as he pulled himself into the cockpit of his fighter.

"Okay, I'll be with you shortly I'm just going to tell Bilt that we're on our way." Fedar said, he then ran to Bilt's personal quarters and knocked on the door, it slid open slowly. "Hey Bilt I'm on my way over to the Doneeta, I'm going to escort Jedi Knight Doan Ro to the meeting. You should probably make your way there, the meeting should be starting soon." he added, he then ran off to the hanger again and climbed into his fighter. "Okay Doan we're off." he said as he lifted off, Doan close behind as they flew off to the Doneeta.

They landed shortly afterward in the Doneeta's main hanger and continued to exit their fighters and head to the bridge. "Hello, I'm Fedar Sen, I got a message that a meeting was going to be held here." he said, a bit nervous being around high rank people. Doan sidled up beside him, ducking down slightly to get under the doorway.

"Is Leia here by any chance?" he asked, looking around at some unfamiliar faces. "Or any other members of the Jedi Order?" he added, hopefully there would be at least one Jedi around this place that he could speak to.

TAG: Sinrebirth

 

IC: Llymph, La'Saad
Dathomir

He looked around at the others. He was only a captain, so there were guys here who were above him. But an outsider wouldn't see that, they would only see a bunch of men doing the same job. Nobody in the Sith Trooper Corps thought that they were above anyone else. Rankings were small, insignificant things. Ranks were something that the higher-ups had invented to make the troopers feel like they should work harder and produce positive morale within their league. It was kaf'nu and everyone knew it. Their was a phrase in the Sith Trooper Corps that came to mind now that he was observing the other troopers.

We are the Dirt.

To build any great structure, you needed to have a strong foundation. They used to, a long time ago, pack dirt in and work it, wet it, dry it, and repeat the process many times until the building or structure was able to began building. All the weight would rest on the dirt and that's why the phrase was used to describe the non-Force Users who were apart of the Sith Order. Throughout their history, the troopers for the Sith have been dispensible, as if they didn't matter or that their lives didn't matter, and to the higher ups, it didn't.

We know it, Llymph thought to himself. They knew that they weren't special in any kind of way to the Prophets, but whenever a battle was being fought the Prophets would request the aide of them. He had heard of a High Prophetess Moonshadow or whatever who used Troopers to trigger traps, on purpose. It was just an example of the kind of kaf'nu that the Prophets were pulling, but the Troopers endured. They took it. Llymph had been part of the military for the Empire, but he could easily say that these were the toughest bastards he had ever worked with or seen.

Llymph finished building his 15th capsule tent before he gave himself the pleasure of taking a break. These tents would help with the ground invasion and also help in aerial bombardment since these things had camouflage with them. It wouldn't help, of course, if the enemy knew where you were because they would just blow everything to hell around you until they were sure you were dead.

"Call up holonet connection." He grunted into his datapad. This connection would link him to the space personnel, hopefully they would care what was going on down here. "LLymph to space, we have erected 1000 capsule tents, requesting info on invasion tactics. Unit number totals 120 troopers under me. Requesting destination numbers."

Llymph sat back and wondered what there was to eat left and called out to his troops to come in under the grand tent and they would rest for the 3 hours before continuing their invasion.

Tag: TLI

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IC: Kel Rar, Token

The entire flight had taken only 4 hours and Kel Rar was the last one off the ship. He was in no hurry, he had no reason to be. The order had simply stated that he go to Coruscant, do recon, and take terrorist actions as he saw fit. This would be a very enjoyable trip, but he reminded himself that top operatives would probably be here, not to mention other terrorist. Kel Rar would just have to outplay them in his effectiveness, which wouldn't be too hard, at all.

Experience and observation had taught him that terrorist groups were only as effective as their strongest member and when that piece of the puzzle was destroyed, random acts would occur. They wouldn't get sloppy, but you would be able to figure out that something important had changed about them. They would become either more impulsive and go after larger targets or the organization would play their current role even harder.

That's why the Cathar worked alone and requested that he work as such because despite all the training they had, one misstep could ruin an entire operation and, unlike in the holodramas, there wouldn't be a way to correct everything in a big dramatic moment.

Kel Rar continued his way off the ship and into the spacestation. It was crowded and lou

 

Nakir Tal'Orar
Meeting

Nakir watched as the woman excused herself as the Captain approached him and spoke.

"It's the Kessel system. We're to launch a raid on the planet and recapture our people. We need you to support our push into the system. There should be three capital ships to support you, and other squadrons."

No. I do small scale. I don't lead entire fleets into a fight. And I don't lead aruetisse.

Nakir turned to leave. This had been a waste of his time. This "Captain", was playing at being more than he was. Nakir didn't have time for games.

Thank You for wasting my time, Captain.

TAG: Sinre

 

OOC: I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. A lot of crap has come up IRL.


IC: Dade Leviathan
Hoth

After searching for a few days and coming up empty handed, Dade was feeling somewhat annoyed with his situation. While he certainly could leave hoth, as nothing was keep him there, he was too stubborn to choose this course of action, and so after searching through various places he thought various alliance pockets would be and finding nothing, he decided to find a good place to get food and shelter.

He was currently seating on a large opposite of a wampa, who he had used his inherent abilities on to calm its agressiveness. After about an hour and an offering of a Dead Taun-taun (and a few dozen bruises and cuts that he was currently healing) he finally won the large beasts trust and was able to enter the cave peacefully.

While he was sure the Wampa wasn't too fond of the fire he had prepared in its cave, Dade certainly wasn't going to eat raw Taun-taun meat. A piece of the large beast's leg was currently turning on a spit over the fire. Ripping a piece of the cooked flesh off, dade blew on it to cool it before shoving it into his mouth, before chewing and swallowing it with a slight wince. Taun-taun meat certainly wasn't the most tasty of things you could eat, but it certainly was very sating.

Taking a swig from the bottle of firewhiskey he brought with him, he looked over at the wampa whose face was now bloody with the meat it was eating and gave a short sigh. It seemed that this trip had been a frivolous one that had no point.

Tag: Anyone/No one

 

IC: Captain Kallipso Stavus
Onboard the Vindicator, en route to Khomm

There was less than an hour left until the Vindicator would emerge from hyperspace near the world Khomm. Captain Stavus had very little intel on what would be there, and so had had her navigator plot a course straight out of the system, in case of overwhelming forces. Stavus was not prepared to sacrifice her crew on a scouting mission. A real battle might require her to stay and fight and maybe even die, but not a mission as simple as this one.

Speaking of the mission... Stavus turned to the comm officer. "Call all senior officers to the briefing room." It was time to explain their mission, before they arrived. And, hopefully, come up with other possible plans of action, beyond what Stavus had decided.

The Captain then stood and departed from the bridge to meet with her officers.

TAG: ramza

 

IC: Lt. Jad Grohen
Vindicator, Private Quarters

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[i]"What do you mean you're still alive?" Jad asked incredulously, Bik grinning that stupid grin of his.

"It's just like I said: [b]All senior officers report to the briefing room.[/b]"[/i]

Jad bolted upright in his bed. "What a strange dream..." he murmured, placing his head in his right hand.

[b]All senior officers please report to the briefing room[/b].

So [i]that[/i] was what that had been. Sighing, he eased out of his bed. Within a few minutes he was cleaned and dressed. He checked his uniform in the mirror, and as a result carefully realigned his officer's badge, which had been placed at a 187 degree angle in error.

[b]Lieutenant Jad Grohen, please report to the briefing room.[/b]

"Great, I'm late..." he sighed, his badge still at a 181 degree angle. He hurried down the hallway to the lift that took him to the briefing room. He spent the few seconds of transport to mentally prepare himself for the briefing (as well as possible lecture on tardiness) to follow.

The doors slid open, and within the minute Jad was in the briefing room.

[b]TAG:[/b] Rebecca_Daniels

[hr]

[b][i]IC: Bik Grohen, Sith Lieutenant[/b]
Byss, private hangar[/i]
[hr]

Bik looked over the sensor array. Everything seemed to be in order, even if he did feel a little bad about taking off without a mission briefing, which always let him make the sarcastic quip of "All senior officers report to the briefing room." Nonetheless, the arrival of the Sith fleet had confirmed Bik's suspicions: The first fleet was most certainly [i]not[/i] friendly.

He gave his weapons systems a last look-over, grumbling slightly. While it wasn't the worst array in the galaxy, especially for a private transport, it just wasn't up to this sort of space combat. He really needed to get himself a dedicated fighter one of these days. [i]Or a post on a cruiser[/i] he thought jokingly. Like [i]that[/i] was going to happen.

Within minutes the transport was headed for the outer reaches of the Byss atmosphere. A few minutes more, and he was out in space. He'd never had Jad's penchant for flying, true, but Bik was pretty capable on his own merits. Besides, he was just going to observe unless directed otherwise. No need to get in more trouble with the brass then he really needed.

[b]TAG:[/b] Any in Byss space who have trouble with a small transport taking off

 

OOC: My apologies for taking so long to respond. I've been joining the Imperial Navy, that is the United States Navy, and I've not gotten back to posting. Hopefully won't happen again.

IC: Artemis Eldritch, Rochester Station

?Very little of what I do is illegal, and I haven?t been caught yet. Add that to the fact that the message was sent to me and not my less than legal friend. Besides, despite what they might say, the Empire needs us. Maybe five years ago they would have tried something like this, but lately they?ve had too many problems to deal with to just go out and kill a potential workforce. And, I for one, plan to go to this meeting.? Said the reptilian. Eldritch thought about that for a moment. He might be right that the Imperials wouldn't pull something like that now, especially since it could risk some of their vessels that were more needed to fight the Sith or rebel element. The new 'Republic' was made up of many of the same elements as this message was attempting to recruit, and if it was the Sith. Then they were probably being honest. Over half-a-million crdits in a couple of months might not be bad, and if it truly was a neutral party, then he shouldn't have much to worry about when he decided to get out. Scrap mining was getting a bit boring, and he could always leave the base on automate, still seeling his current inventory.

"Given that I was offered the same, I guess it can't hurt. And if it is a trap, we'll have each other's backs, right?" he said, adding a hint of sarcasm to the last bit.

Tag: Naloth

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[b]IC: Reub Ititia; Kessel, Imperial Correctional Facility Cell Block 1137 [/b]
[blockquote]
[i]
"That's impossible. Surely not all sentences are life sentences. The Emperor has to have sanctioned some kind of early release for good behavior...he wouldn't keep people in here forever."[/i] The very naive young lady said, and Reub let out a scoff. She really would be dead in a week, or a day, or just as soon as someone caught her alone. Reub sorta began to feel sorry for her, until her next statement.

[i]"Five ways? Oh really? That seems interesting. Could you tell me some?"[/i] Lily said and Reub could not help but burst into a laugh of sorts. She had been being bitter when she offered demonstrations of suicide, but to have her ask, with almost glee, for them-- it was indeed laughable.

[b]"You know, I think I'm going to like you kid.. My name's Reub Ititia. Former red-flg 'terrorist'. I'm sure you expect to hear this, but what are you in for?"[/b] She said, still in a sarcastic tone, but a bit more upbeat. Perhaps it was just in insanity of being in a prison cell with a naive near-human, dress in a child-like maid outfit on a virtual planet hell.
[/blockquote]
[b]
TAG: MaruKyuu [/b]

 

Lilium Cyric
Cell 1337, Imperial Correction Facility

Lily brightened when she heard Reub voice her newly shown liking of Lily. She was glad to have made more friends. Well, she called them friends. Sure, she may not have been in the best position ever, but it always helps! She always liked getting along with other people, and getting along with other people always made things more entertaining. She flashed a grateful smile toward Reub.

When Reub mentioned why she was in the infamous prison, Lily flashed Reub a toothy grin.

"You to? I guess it was kind of the same here. Eer...let's see...um...if I can remember...terrorism...ah...mass murder... and unarmed first-degree murders of eight on-duty CSF officers, three Coruscant guards, and one Imperial Knight. And I think...um..."

Lily giggled as she tried to remember more. It was just kind of funny that she could be so absent-minded at times. She giggled at herself a bit. There's nothing wrong with that.

"Nope! That's it! So we're not so different. Heehee!"

Lily shined the same toothy grin at Reub. She had an extremely prominent canine tooth, or a snaggletooth, that especially shined off when she grinned.

Tag: GenOochy

 

IC: Ada Medina
Near Rochester Station, onboard the Heat Storm

It had taken much effort to get to Rochester Station, partially because Ada was mourning the loss of someone who meant all too much to her, partially because the hyperdrive continued to act up. All in all, not the most pleasant trip she'd ever been on. Hopefully things would get better.

But she had to focus on the now. That meant docking, buying supplies, hopefully hiring someone who wouldn't drive her nuts... The last was a tall order, but the other two wouldn't be too hard.

"Heat Storm to Rochester Station," the twi'lek said into the comm. "Requesting a docking port for re-supplying."

TAG: GenOochy

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[b]IC: Captain Kallipso Stavus[/b]
[i]Onboard the [u]Vindicator[/u], Briefing Room[/i]

[blockquote]Now that everyone had arrived, [b]Captain Stavus[/b] was able to start the briefing. [b]Lieutenant Grohen[/b] had been rather late, but she was willing to ignore that, for the moment. There were other pressing matters to attend to.

"Officers," she began, "The Empire has started a rather large campaign against the Sith. We are on our way to Khomm, as you should all well know by now, to make a scouting run on the system. I would like to make it clear that if there is any opposition that may cause damage to the [i]Vindicator[/i], we will be calling in reinforcements [i]immediately[/i]. Otherwise, this is just a typical scouting mission, albeit with a much larger ship than is usual. We will go in, make a detailed scan of the system while holding off the Sith forces, and depart once we are done. Any questions?"[/blockquote]
[b]TAG: darthramza[/b]

 

IC: Lt. Jad Grohen
Briefing Room...

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The rather quizzical look on Jad's face betrayed what he was going to ask next. "Captain, far be it from me to question the decisions of our superiors, but why have us perform a scouting mission when a smaller ship would be less likely to draw the enemy's attention? Also, in the event of an attack, will our own fighters be deploying or will we utilize the [u]Vindicator[/u]'s guns exclusively until back-up arrives?"

The former question was simply due to Grohen's intellectual curiosity. The latter... well, while he hated to admit it, it was mostly because he wouldn't mind getting in [i]The Steel Blaze[/i] and blowing some traitors out of the sky. It would be a nice way to let out some aggression.

His hands moved subconsciously and adjusted his officer's badge to the proper orientation, without even having to look down. The effect may have been somewhat unnerving, but Jad did not notice. He was busy running through some scenarios in his head. And, for once, they all seemed to involve blowing up the enemy.

[b]TAG:[/b] Rebecca_Daniels

 

OOC: Apologies for not posting before now.

IC: Poison

Poison listened intently as her Master gave his orders. So, the other man was going to help her do what her Master asked. She worked better alone, but this was what Lord Sanguinis had ordered, so this was what was going to happen. To Poison, it really was that simple. He'd ordered it, and it would happen, because that was what Poison was for.

The Hand was fidgeting slightly in discomfort. Her sensitivity was akin to that of an animal; her lack of normal rationality did not remove her other senses, leaving her with an oddly instinctive response to her surroundings. Korriban was a place of edginess, of feeling watched by creatures of the past. The tombs...her Master may have enjoyed dwelling in them, but his servant could sense other things here, on the very edge of her perception.

She remembered something. "Master, Saarai-Kaar has come. Blademaster greeted him. Poison greeted also, in Master's name...Saarai-Kaar got edgy. Blademaster was talking more after." Her voice lost its bizarre intonation as she managed to mimic the precise tone in which the Saarai-Kaar had spoken. "Saarai-Kaar asking 'What is this? Is there another I should be talking to?'" Her voice reverted to normal. "Blademaster did not expect Poison." There was a sudden, brief grin that flashed her fangs. If he liked, she could dredge up the rest of what she had heard; he'd done it before. All he had to order was 'remember', and her chaotic thoughts would organise enough to give him what she had heard.

Tag: Marcus, Sanguinis

 

OOC-For KrateDragon90


IC: Val?istar Tyelka

"Given that I was offered the same, I guess it can't hurt. And if it is a trap, we'll have each other's backs, right?" Val scoffed quietly as he caught the hint of sarcasm. Given that Val still was not sure he could trust this human, having him watch his back was dangerous. But, nobody backstabbed an independent and got away with it. Not while another one was around, of course. He chuckled lightly and gave the human a friendly slap on the back. ?You?re an independent, I?d rather watch your back than the Imps. We all gotta stick together, right?? He nodded towards Ghost, over by the holo-terminal. ?Just get his ship all fixed up while we?re gone. He?ll be on my ship for the mission briefing at least. We may need his ?snub for the mission.? He gestured towards the turbo-lift, Ghost nodded and walked onto it. ?Get your stuff together, I?ll prep Nova.? He threw a casual salute towards Artemis and jumped onto the lift as it started to descend. ?Meet you at the RV, human.? When the lift finally reached the docking bay and opened up, Val?s eye widened as he spotted the Shadow Runner?s damage. He shook his head and the two aliens headed off to their respective ships.

He deactivated the security system and moments later he was settled down in his cockpit. He was only a couple steps into his pre-flight check when a loud clattering from the main compartment interrupted him. Probably Ghost coming back, the Defel had a tendency to knock over a holo-stand set up in the room. Val got up and walked into the room to see his faithful partner carrying more weapons than he had digits, much less hands.?Ghost, how many weapons you plan on bringing? You only got the two arms.? The Defel looked up at his partner and shrugged as best as he could, ladened down with firearms, before he addressed Val. ?I just get excitable as to choice- like to have my options open.? Val shook his head and chuckled before helping Ghost with the weapons. They began walking towards Ghost?s cabin and continuing their talk. ?I don't plan on any shooting taking place during this briefing.? Ghost snorted and hit the open switch by the door.?Well, what you plan and what takes place ain't ever exactly been similar.? Val glared at the Defel and dumped the weapons on the bed. He started walking off and shouted behind his shoulder. ?No freezie-nades.? He heard a groan of protest. ?No freezie-nades! And meet me in the cockpit when you?re done.?

TAG: Dream

 

IC:
Captian Dilonn, aboard the Anguish of the CSA 47th Squadron
In orbit over Dathomir

This was Captian Dilonns first actual command outside of CSA space. Dilonn had very little information of the current specifics of his mission, but he did know that he was to take orders from the Sith commander in the area. From what he knew, his squadron was supposed to be a part of a larger force to show strength in the area, as for the Imperials are on the move. Dilonn still wondered why his sqaudron was sent here, it was an obselete force. Almost all of the ships he oversaw were aging rust buckets from the clone wars. Heck, his squadron even included an old Droid Battleship, fully armed with its droid fighters. Even though the starfighters were old and obselete compared the current fighters, they were effective if the enemy didn't focus on them, they could obtain superiority by swarming the enemy mainly by covering the newer and more advanced fighters. Dilonn looked at his command deck of the Anguish, which was a VSD mk. I, that was purchased from the Empire along time ago, when the CSA bought it and many others, they were stripped of all weapons, well over the years since then the CSA had re-equiped them, of course it wasn't the full standard armament, but it was pretty close. Dilonn signed off the last few orders before going to bed for that night, orders to coordinate fighter patrols between his squadron and his counterparts fleet in the area.

Tag: no-one?

 

IC: Thryta Melagan

Thryta rushed to his courters. Only one of his two bunk mates were present. His roommates were Harris, and Wiley Corrsent. Harris was at med bay, and Corrsent was napping on the couch. Thryta quietly made his way to his dresser and pulled out his uniform. He washed up, and threw on his clothes, and disappeared out the door. He made his way to the med bay, pulling out his comlink, and contacting Bilt on the way. *"Sir, do you happen to know when the meeting is yet?"* He said through the link.

Tag: Gunny.