Federation Fleet's Sortie [Ask]

[Synthia Fellstarr]

[NOTE: This is a launch thread from a minor faction idea presented here]​

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Osseriton
Undisclosed Base

"Eagle Teta Omega"​

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It was an old Galactic Republic naval code, once used as a call command to notify republic ships to move towards a rally point. It was an apt battle cry. Using a republic frequency not used in many a galactic cycle, the call command was broadcast across the galaxy. Those who had once served for the republic would recognize it, and for an old remnant like Synthia Fellstarr her hope was that it would re-ignite a flame. An old but, not extinguished flame - that of true democracy and brotherhood. Just like in the old days those who flew the banner of the republic and democracy hopefully would rally to the point hidden in the call command - Osseriton.

Osseriton was an inconsequential Unknown Region world, but, it was temperate and green. In an old traders depot now bought and refurbished as a naval forward-operations-base (FOB), the last remnants of the republic, those who wished to see true citizenry and democratic ideals preserved began to gather and form a fleet. Ships salvaged from the republic or private forces began to coalesce above the atmosphere over Osseriton.

Looming over the entire congregation of ships, was the main star destoyer base for the fledgling fleet named Neo-Home One or NH1, after the legendary MC-80 Headquarters Frigate of old during the Rebellion. The NH1 was essentially an antique retro-fitted with better armaments from the days of the decades defunct galactic republic. It was a Valiance Class Star Destroyer. It was also the seat of Admiral Synthia Fellstarr, veteran of the Republic and until now, a vagabond mercenary naval commander.

Synthia sat in NH1's astrogation room at the center galactic map projection table. The disc shaped table was projecting a galactic scan with current occupations by currently active regimes. Synthia was wearing her blue admiral's tunic with rows of double-breasted buttons down her chest. Her admiral's beret was slanted to one side. She was resting her chin in the palm of her hand, with its elbow planted on the table. Ghostly planets bathed in shimmering blues flew around the room as Synthia manipulated the holo-projection commands.

She had no idea who would turn up. Besides, the few business interests that contacted her earlier about contracts to supply the fleet with ships and financial support, she was in the dark about who would actually turn up to enlist in the fleet. Taking in a deep breath she shut off the projection. She stood up and marched her way to the bridge. Her black boots played echoing melodies as she entered.

An operations officer, Ops, calls to Synthia as she passes them by.

"Admiral, we are ready for deployment." he says.

Synthia halts and turns to nod at the ops officer. "Signal all vessels to make landfall towards the FOB coordinates."

"Aye mam" the Ops officer replies.

Synthia looks out into space and the various mismatch of ships, she takes in a deep breath and exhales from her flared nostrils while maintaining a grim stare.

"Well....here goes nothing."

[member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Kami Meran"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Myles Skyreaper"] [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"] [member="Lily Kuhn"]​

 

[Kenrath]

Myles Skyreaper was a veteran of the Grand Army of the Republic. A soldier who had almost paid the ultimate sacrifice on Kashyyk against the Mandalorians. It had been a long road to recovery not only physically but mentally as well. He had barely been back to full duty readiness a week when and old Republic code........more specifically an Old Naval code.........began broadcasting. He was unsure who are what was sending the code. It was possible it could have been the Jedi who's ship's medbay he woke up in after the battle. Or it could be something entirely new.


Either way he was going to find out. It took some doing but he found somebody will to give him a ride to the provided coordinates contained in the coded message. It didn't cost him every last credit he had but it came too close for comfort. If this wasn't legit Myles could very well be stuck on a strange and possibly hostile world with no way out.

As soon as the ship exited hyperspace above the planet Myles had the Pilot hail what looked like the Command ship.

"Unidentified Fleet this is Sgt Myles Skyreaper please acknowledge."

Immediately after the message Myles would send his personal verification code from his active duty days. If this was the person that sent the code and they did in fact have access to the old Republic Military database then his verified status as a Former Republic Soldier would pop up. Granted the same database could quitr possibly have him listed as MIA but that was not anything the combination of verified voice print and the verification code would not clear up.

Now all he had to do was wait and see what happened next.

[member="Synthia Fellstarr"]

 

[Jacky Duzzle]

jacky was not amused. she had joined the commonwealth to help people an that had failed. Gna ran off with a alien droid.
still going to the Meran clan's Alor Kami Meran had landed her with an invatation to offer aid to a new faction.
taking her TR-V she made her way to the others/
[member="Myles Skyreaper"] [member="Synthia Fellstarr"]

 

[Amelia von Sorenn]

It was by all reckoning and in comparison to many of those that now slipped across the Galaxy, a rather ancient vessel, though it was one that matched its owners age in some aspects. It was comforting for her, an old reminder of ancient battles and memories pass that now only lived in the darkest corners of her mind. Her own reasons for coming to such a meeting were just that, her own, though the way this woman had spoken of her desire to provide aid, to truly help those that needed it, perhaps tugged at some old heart string of hers. ​

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A soft smirk crossed her lips as the shimmering blue hues of the tunnel before her slipped away, rapidly being replaced by the twinkling stars upon the black void of a background. Quietly the ancient Theta-class T-2c shuttle slipped towards the fleet, moving to match its own speed with the outer perimeter of the gathered fleet. Pulling herself up from her seat, she stepped forward into the cockpit, one hand resting on the chair of the pilot as her golden hues fell upon the gathered vessels before her. ​

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Leaning forward, her slender finger pressed against a simple button, the vessel beginning to broadcast to the fleet. Her golden hues watching as many began to slip forward towards the world, making their move as it was ordained. Her smirk remained upon her lips, a hint of her fangs showing before she took a soft breath, her words slipping pass her lips moments later. ​

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"This is Countess Sorenn-Syrush of Alderaan. Requesting permission to land on the Fleet Command Vessel." ​

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Sitting back up from her hunched over stance, her arms crossed over her breastplate, a heavy sigh causing the armor to lightly scrap together. Keeping her attention forward, the shuttle began to slow, making sure that it also didn't approach the fleet just yet. Her hand came down, lightly touching her pilot's shoulder.​

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"Hold this course for now until we receive permission and a flight path. However, keep the hyperdrive ready as a precaution." ​

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[member="Synthia Fellstarr"]​

 

[Jacky Duzzle]

with a sigh Jacky comed a pass signal then comed a request.
" Command vessel this is Tal.. no.. Meran mechanics representative Jacky Duzzle requesting landing. note i have ground based weaponry on board intended as samples. " this was annoying she was a soldier not a salesman.
still this was a way in to a fighting gig.

 

[Krassus Magrody]

With my face pressed against the shuttle's viewport, my eyes tracked the stars ignoring the velocity from which the shuttle was transforming. All I knew, or cared, was that we had been given permission to land on the fleet's main vessel. A gathering was forming, minds joined together by a common cause; what that cause was I'm not entirely sure. However, if I could help in any capacity, then my mind was their's to command. The glorious stars began to be eclipsed by the massive ship, followed by the tiny ship I sat in swallowed up; solidifying there was no turning back now.

Debarking the ship with my briefcase filled with several datapads, disks, charts, reports, and other related materials that I would bring to the community, I was met by a couple of armed soldiers; who kept their weapons holstered and my paranoia in check. I was pretty sure I was safe here, but I brought along my own blaster pistol, firmly safe in the attached holster on my belt, for just in case purposes. The shorter of the two, whom I assumed got his height from his Mother, politely asked me to follow them. The taller soldier inquired if I wanted him to carry my briefcase, which I promptly declined. There wasn't anything dangerous contained in it, just my hard work that I felt could only be shared with those I deemed worthy.

"This ship is impressive," I noted as we walked through the corridors, earning only nods from the soldiers. Apparently these two spent most of their lives aboard ships like this, so to them this was the norm; for me who never been on such an elaborate ship was in awe. Sensing my amazement, and the amusing look drawn on my face, the taller soldier began to give me a brief tour of the areas we passed on our way to where ever they were taking me. We didn't pass by any science labs, but that didn't mean none where aboard hidden and heavily guarded elsewhere.


[member="Synthia Fellstarr"] l [member="Myles Skyreaper"] l [member="Amelia Sorenn-Syrush"] l [member="Jacky Duzzle"]