Private Franaar's Odyssey, Part One

[Franaar Penntru]

900 ABY - Galactic Alliance Territory

Near Raithal

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Jonyna Si | Others may attend if PM me or Invited by Jonyna

"Sir," an officer presented himself to Admiral Penntru, giving a salute, "we've received our next set of orders from Command. We are to head to Torque and liberate it from the droid dictators there." Franaar had turned with his arms crossed behind his back to listen to the officer, after looking out the window to Denarii Station. "Thank you, Officer. All crew, listen up. It's time to hit Torque. To your stations, I don't want anyone lagging behind. Control, input the coordinates and engage the Hyperdrive when all are ready. Inform our Foray-class Escort ships of the orders as well. This has been a quick fight so far, let's not get overly cocky." The Secession of 400100500260026 was not an overly difficult war, but it was just as important as any other. This administration and planning droids taking over the Gordian Reach still had an army of Hunter-Killer droids at their beck and call, so it wasn't exactly the easiest fight to deal with. Yet the Republic Navy had the power here; from as big as capitol ships, to as small as gunships. The only bad part was having to sweep a building, as any droids out in the open were easy pickings.

"Captain, once more I want to thank you for permitting me the command of your ship," Franaar spoke up, looking over to the Captain of the Interrogator Hammerhead-class Cruiser. "It's just orders, Admiral," the Captain spoke up. He was in a similar posture to the Admiral, standing beside him as he leaned over to speak, "you are respectable in your history and your rank, but this is my ship. Don't go trying to convince my crew to throwing their lives away for Democracy and Freedom. We all have lives and families to get back to, as well." "I know, Captain," Franaar responded, "that's why I'm thanking you." He shifted his eyes to the side to look at the Captain, at this point the Captain was living rent free in his head. Only the third world into this conflict and Franaar had discovered corruption within the ranks of some Republic officers. This Captain was one of a few, the Republic didn't even realize they assigned Franaar to one of the corrupted circle members. He made a few reports, and he could already tell some things had gotten back to the good captain, so Franaar was on his best behavior until he found more evidence, and not before he found out who all the circle members were.

The tense moment soon subsided, and the hyperdrive was engaged. It would be maybe half an hour until they reached their destination, so everyone had a bit of a respite before the next conflict. Hopefully Torque didn't have control of any sector defenses this time, dropping out of hyperspace instantly into another firefight was certainly concerning, even if they could quite confidently take the weapons fire. "Just like last time, I want everyone at their battlestation. We don't know what kind of defenses they have employed, if any. No accidents." Franaar ordered, and the top Officers harkoned back in agreement. "Admiral, next time, please address me if you have pro-" The Captain was going to give an upset remark as Franaar's order implied the crew may not be prepared as much as he liked, but just then the whole ship shook. It felt like it was going to rip apart. Almost in unison, the two commanders spoke, "Status report?" "There's some kind of disturbance in the Hyperdrive, it's fluctuating out of control and overheating!" The Captain began to yell an order, "shut it down, shut it down now!" The Officer chirped back, "We can't, there's nothing we can-"

Suddenly, the ships power fluctuated. Inertial dampeners flickered in an instant, and the ship was out of hyperdrive. The entire crew had lurched forward. Some shoved against their panels. The Admiral took a step forward to balance himself, yet the Captain was taken by surprise, and fell forward. He caught himself, but he was very angry. "What happened," he asked, noticing they were out of hyperspace, "where are we?" The Officers looked amongst themselves, confused and rubbing their neck and arms from bruises. One finally chirped up, "The Navicomputer is down, I'm getting reports the Comms array is fried, and the Hyperdrive is completely burnt out. Wherever we are, sir, we're dead in the water. I don't even think there are any planets near us." The Captain stood up and rubbed the back of his neck, "Lot of good your orders are, Admiral. Officer, drop a distress beacon. Any word from the Blockade Runners?" The Officer nodded, "that's some of the good news, they are in front of us, but they seem to be in a bit of a drift. I think their sublight engines are disabled, but they are trying to use their thrusters to stabilize." The Captain sighed, rolling his eyes a bit, "prepare the shuttles with engineering teams, launch them to support the Blockade runners, maybe they have a working system. Have the pilots get a sitrep from the Blockade Runners and respond back to me, I'll be in my quarters." To both the Captain and the Admiral, the mission was obviously put on hold. They would have to wait until sufficient repairs could be made, or until rescue arrived. So they were, for the moment, out of the fight.

When the Distress beacon dropped, it would read out an IFF Code that registered back before the Ruusan Reformation, old registery numbers for Old Galactic Navy military vessel Hammerhead-class Cruiser "Interrogator" claimed KIA in the Liberation of 400100500260026, yet the vessel and its escorts were never found. No debris at Denarii Station nor over Torque, and Torque didn't have any kind of defenses that would suggest it could destroy their fleet in any form. Nonetheless, it was registered as friendly to the Galactic Alliance, yet there would be no comms response. It would be eerie to event approach the ship in open space. The Distress Beacon centered in an area near Raithal, but nowhere near enough for Sublight. Hyperdrive was necessary to reach the location.
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[Jonyna Si]

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Raithal was, admittedly, not a part of the galaxy that Jonyna was particularly familiar with. The Cathar knew very little about the space, so when she heard of a distress signal nearby, she couldn't help but let curiosity take over the cat. Maybe it was her want to keep herself busy now that she was taking a step back from constant fighting, learning to level herself out. Maybe it was good for her.

What she didn't expect as she popped out of hyperspace was the sight of a ship that looked....ancient. Even by her standards.

"Oh Sylvar...Dice, you hail them. I uh..." She blinked, looking at the console. "I...wouldn't know how to..."

Franaar Penntru

 

[Franaar Penntru]

Jonyna Si​

From outside, it was a foreboding experience. The Hammerhead-class Cruiser and the two Foray-class Blockade Runners were set seemingly adrift, and the two Blockade Runners had sparks and electrical currents emanating from their engines. For Jonyna it was a certainly intriguing sight, however, even if she was able to figure out how to send a hail, there wouldn't be a response back.

Franaar, still on the bridge, was trying to coordinate and ascertain the level of repairs needed. When Captain Garret left to his quarters, Franaar crossed his arms in front of him and facepalmed, shaking his head. The man was already a pain before he reported him. Now, he was just being a problem. He sighed, before reaching over to his personal comms unit, activating it, "Shuttle pilots, this is Admiral Penntru, after you are finished unloading the engineering teams and get a sitrep from Commanding Officers from the two vessels, I only want one of you to return. One shuttle will stay outside, occasionally going between both Blockade Runners, either dropping off messages or receiving, then relay back to the shuttle that returns back to the Interrogator. The shuttle that returns, I want you to stay active, you are effectively our comms station until we figure out what's going on. As for-"

Penntru was sounding exhausted, having to do everything the Captain was supposed to effectively do. However, he perked up when pne of the officers on the bridge interrupted him. "Admiral, I'm reading a ship exiting hyperspace near our position!" The Officer sounded chipper, thinking it was the Republic Navy. "Hold positions, shuttles. Await further orders," but Franaar was no fool, the Republic Navy wouldn't have been this quick, even if they were the most likely to be here first, "what kind of vessel is it, and what are the IFF codes reading? He asked, taking a step towards the sensor officer. 'I'm... not sure, Admiral... Their transponder is reading 'Galactic Alliance' though. It... sounds friendly? It certainly isn't a registered Sith model, that I'm sure of," the Officer responds.

Franaar pondered a moment, rubbing at his chin with crossed arms. Maybe it's a local government? But there was some audacity calling oneself a Galactic Alliance. It seemed too good to be true, a name like that just feels off. Like a ploy. Could be the droids... Either way, they have a hyperdrive. "Alright, everyone proceed with caution. Power up weapons and the shields, maybe if we charge our shields the Blockade Runners will pick up on it and adjust accordingly. Whether this is a friend or foe, they have a hyperdrive. Everyone, be on your best behaviors, be prepared for anything." Franaar stepped right up behind the sensor officer, peering out the viewport, hoping to catch a glimpse of this mystery guest, "shuttle pilots, change of plans. Order four strikefighter pilots to launch and access the situation. Head out to the mystery vessel and try to hail them. I want shuttle pilots relaying me everything going on."

The Hammerhead-class Cruiser was emitting transponder codes that would seem weird to Jonyna. It was called the Interrogator and registering as a Galactic Republic ship, not Alliance. Jonyna could see on her sensors the shields and weapons powered up, but the action suggested a defensive action, not hostile. After about 15-20 minutes of silence from the Interrogator, four Strikefighters launched fron the hangar bay. They would take a moment to reach Jonyna, as they were on an intercept course, but not at intercept speed. When they were in weapons range, Jonyna picked up a transmission coming from the lead Strikefighter, "Uuh, Galactic Alliance vessel, you are approaching a Galactic Republic warship. Please state your business, and where are you coming from?" Interestingly, this was coming from the Strikefighter, not the lead warship. The Strikefighters formed up on Jonyna's vessel. The lead strikefighter on her right, and another on her left. The last two trained themselves on Jonyna's aft, flanking her. They meant serious business, but these were very, very old fighters, and would probably be a threat to her shields, but not enough she couldn't sustain damage to them. Would probably require a lack of attention for the fighters to get through. Yet they seemed fairly confident.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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This was all very strange to the Cathar. A republic ship? She had half a mind to call up Valery Noble at the mention of that. For now though, they were hailing her and surrounding her.

"Investigating you, and uh...Coruscant?" She asked, her confusion evident. "I'm more than happy to talk in person if you'll turn your guns away and let me dock..."

She turned to her droid, frowning lightly "Dice, if they start shooting, get us the hell out of here and scramble their sensors for good measure."

<23% chance they will shoot at us! I think those odds are sufficent!>

"...Sylvar I hope so."

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[Franaar Penntru]

Jonyna Si​

There was a bit of silence from the Strikefighters after Jonyna's response, they were having to jump through hoops to communicate with command to get further orders. They transmitted to their shuttles, then the shuttles transmitted to Franaar's personal comms. But Jonyna might be thankful, as the commander being Franaar was far more kind and patient than the Captain of the Interrogator.

"Sorry for radio silence, traveler," the Strikefighter leader finally spoke after a few minutes, "I'm not at liberty to discuss the comms issues going on, but I do have good news. I am to extend a greeting and apology, it's just standard protocol, especially in a time of war. Keep your shields and weapons powered down, and if you follow my escort, we'll guide you to a docking ring to speak to the man in charge, sound good?"

Franaar was already prepared at the specified docking ring. He had activated his vambrace personal shield generator as a squad of Republic Soldiers covering the airlock. If Jonyna agreed, the Strikefighters would guide her to that specific docking ring. The rest would be up to her.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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For her, this all felt like paranoia. Then again, if they were who they said they were, then maybe that was justified.

"Roger that, following your lead."

As they got closer, escorted by the fighters, Jonyna chewed on a claw for a moment. This could go poorly if they realized too quickly what they had gotten themselves into. Nearly 10,000 years difference from some sort of time anolomy, and yet they acted like they were still at war with the Sith.

Which, from a certain point of view, they still were.

As they touched down, Jonyna looked to her droid with a bit of worry. "If anything goes poorly, make sure the black box is off. I've taken down star destroyers, and while I don't intend to today, I'm not gonna get shot up by some old general from before even I was born."

<Copy that! 56 percent chance of success!>

"...I'll take those odds."

And with that, she stepped out of the ship. Clad in a blue gamberson coat, and jedi guardian armor with NJO markings, she looked to the general. "Sir, I understand your hesitation, but I promise you I mean you no harm."

Franaar Penntru

 

[Franaar Penntru]

Jonyna Si​

Franaar watched as he slowly realized a... Cathar?? Exited the airlock. He looked on in amazement, though with a mix of confusion. The addressing of a General just added onto the compounding confusion. "G-General?" he scoffed, smirking slightly, "I am Admiral Franaar Penntru of the Republic Navy, and this is just all protocol. We had a problem with navigation and communications, so if you do mean no harm, then don't be intimidated by the soldiers," the Republic soldiers seemed like they were straight out of the old Sith Wars, clad in red and black uniforms, pre-Ruusan Reformation.

"I will admit, you don't have any... evil aura about you, do you? And it's good to see a Cathar. My, I haven't thought about you guys since I signed up for the Republic. Soldiers, lower your weapons," there was a pause as the soldiers relaxed, standing up from their knelt positions, aiming at the airlock. "Please, walk with me to the bridge," he requested as he gestured the woman to follow. It seemed more welcoming on the bridge than in a position as a fish in a barrel. Once they arrived, he turned back to her, "your markings are... odd, to say the least, but I feel like I've been confidently capable enough to spot a Jedi in my time of service, am I right? So, how can the Republic assist the Jedi Order, or, as it may be the case... how can the Jedi Order assist us today? My escort ships and I need replacement hyperdrives, we probably need to dock for full repairs before we head back into the fight."

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Admiral. Got it.

Jonyna eyed the soldiers as she passed by them, following the man to the bridge of his ship.

"Odd question but um...what year is it?"

She felt like this was the best time to break it to him. A whole three ships worth of men, and yet the leader was the first to learn. She was sure some of the men on these ships were gonna have some form of mental breakdown...

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[Franaar Penntru]

Jonyna Si​

Franaar raised an eyebrow as he looked at the woman curiously. He was the kind of guy to understand forgetting the year, you get so stuck to a certain year, signing off on paperwork or datapad e-signatures, you can be off by a year or two. But it was the way she phrased the question that got his attention, It's 3946 BBY, and am I going to get the Jedi's name?" He asked, trying to be less weird and find common ground in formalities.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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"Jonyna Si, and uh...no it isn't. It's 900 ABY."

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[Franaar Penntru]

Jonyna Si​

Well, that was clearly straight to the point without any explanation. Franaar scrunched his face, eying the Cathar down as he crossed his arms, "Alright, Jonyna Si, I'll bite. I admit that's a bold and ridiculous statement, but your ships markings, it's IFF, the fact your ship model doesn't even exist in our database, and I've been working with officers to figure out where we are and somehow they are coming up with conclusions that we are not in the Gordian Reach anymore. So, please, explain by what you mean it isn't the year I say it is, and how." Franaar was surprisingly an open minded man, but this would have serious consequences, so knowing all the information and weighing it properly was critical.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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"Well...I'm not sure how, but you must have traveled through time. You said it was a hyperspace malfuction, yeah? That could be it, I guess." She had no idea. All this tech stuff was completely over her head. She made a note to call up Rara after this. She was sure she would know how that worked... "It's 900 ABY, and we're in the middle of the Galactic Alliance's territory. We're technically still at war with the sith, but...they've only come back to activity in the last few months. You've got...a lot to catch up on, trust me. This is like...the 15th sith empire since your time. We're also at war with the Mandalorians right now."

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[Franaar Penntru]

Jonyna Si​

He never mentioned the hyperspace malfunction, but that was irrelevant. His facial expression lit up at the mention of fighting Mandalorians, "the Mandalorians?? Again? We just finished that war, ugh... I was busy dealing with the Gordian Reach and a bunch of rogue droids taking control of planets, now you're telling me we're at war with the Mandalorians and the fifteenth iteration of the Sith?" he shoukd his head, holding his head as he could feel a headache coming on.

He took a breath, calmed himself, and quickly out a hand on the Cathars shoulder. He urged her towards the back of the bridge away from most of the officers as he started to whisper, "this is a bit overwhelming. Not just for me, the implications are astronomical, and it could destroy morale. No telling wh- oh the Force, if Captain Garret hears about this, believes about this, it could get ugly. Okay, let's say what you're saying is true. What happened to the Republic? This... Galactic Alliance, is it the successor government of the Republic? This is a lot, and I don't think you understand the complexities of what I have to deal with if it is true. I'm not saying you're doing anything wrong, no, but... I need to speak to high command. If the Galactic Alliance is the successor government, I not only have to confirm, but I have to decide how to go from here. I have to decide for the crew, the captain, and none of them may agree. Their families are gone, and the Captain wouldn't have anyone to tell him no. May I use your communications system? Will it reach Coruscant?"

 

[Jonyna Si]

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"It will." Jonyna nods. "And trust me, I know this is a lot. I was in the boat you were about a year ago. Got put in cryo around the year 1 ABY. Woke up in 900. the GA is...well, yes. It's the successor the the Republic." Which republic, she wasn't gonna get into that. He'd find out about the Empire soon enough.

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[Franaar Penntru]

Jonyna Si​

Franaar nodded, taking a breath. "Alright, well, there's a lot of heavy weights on my shoulders right now," all of this had a lot of consequences and concerns for him. He is responsible for these people right now, "please show me to your communication system on your ship, please." He was concerned as well if he would know how to use the newer ships panels, if they would be at all similar to what he knew. "If, uh... Your comms system is too advanced beyond me, could you route a transmission to the Galactic Alliance for me, as well?"

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Her demeanor shifted from concerned to peppy, a smile forming across her face. She could help there. "It's alright, I got an astromech if that happens. He's from your era, actually. Got it from a jedi waaaay back in the day."

Leading them back to her ship, she led the admiral in, the ship clearly lived in. The first stop was, of all things, a lounge that had couches as a holo-vision screen that seemed to be much more modern than the ship was. They passed by a pool, and a set of bedrooms before they made it to the cockpit, a room with five chairs, and said Astromech, A model the admiral might actually be familiar with, was chirping away at the console, still keeping the ship on just in case...

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[Franaar Penntru]

Jonyna Si​

Franaar was genuinely both intrigued and put off by the mention of an astromech, which he might be familiar with. With the war he was in just hours ago to him, he was fighting an artificial intelligence war, and had developed a paranoia over it. But he didn't cause an issue, he just, awkwardly nodded and waited for her to lead. He gestured to his closest Lieutenant Commander and another Lieutenant Commander department head to follow him. It was just protocol, and they would need to hear all of this.

He was quite fascinated with the recreational activities, no warship or personal vessel he was on ever had a pool! But he kept his focus. When they reached the astromech, he raised an eyebrow. He said nothing, just acknowledged it was seemingly indeed an astromech of some kind. Although, perhaps this Jonyna didn't comprehend the Galactic Era he was from.

He gathered the two Lieutenant Commanders to his sides, "erm, miss Jonyna Si, please inform the droid of my permission to issue it reasonable commands to contact Galactic Repu- Alliance High Command. A secure transmission, if you please." He waited a moment for the two to communicate, before he leaned towards the astromech or the comms panel, whichever had the best microphone.

Valery Noble

"Attention, Galactic Alliance High Command. Attention, attention, priority one message. Authorization Code; Tango Sierra Lima 4 1 0 9 Echo. Code phrase; Trident.

This is Galactic Republic Admiral Franaar Penntru, I must urgently speak to High Command. I know this is weird, but High Command and I have a responsibility to almost a thousand people right now. Please respond."

If the Galactic Alliance had the historical records, they could see Admiral Franaar Penntru was lost around 3946 BBY, all hands. Originally labeled MIA, he and the Hammerhead-class Cruiser Interrogator and two Foray-class Blockade Runners he commanded were deemed KIA. No remains were found. As for the military code, it was probably unlikely they preserved Franaar's unique code, so he was just hoping they would answer at all.

 

[Izah'zore]

Location: Space
Flagship: ANV Tython
Tag: Franaar Penntru Jonyna Si

"Admiral?" one of the comm officers requested, "We have an incoming transmission."

Izah turned away from the viewscreen, her gaze cold, almost uninterested, but focused. She turned to her comms officer and silently nodded for him to continue. The man, dressed in standard Alliance uniform, cleared his throat and respectfully dipped his head in return before he tuned his console into the bridge's playback system.

The message was played, and Izah remained silent for a moment.

"Most peculiar," she mused. "Run a check on the name," she requested, and one of her intelligence officers was quickly on it. The Togruta woman went through the ship's database, but after a minute of searching, she turned to the Admiral with a frown that already suggested what she had found.

"There isn't much, but very old records from before the darker times do mention his name. An admiral of the Old Republic," the woman reported.

"Very well, put me through."

Once the comm channel was opened, Izah stepped forward and looked out into the stars again, <This is Admiral Izah'zore of the Galactic Alliance. Please explain the nature of this call.>

 

[Franaar Penntru]

Izah'zore Jonyna Si​

Franaar felt a little estatic, as if what Jonyna was saying was true, then being able to reach High Command was definitely a blessing. He cleared his throat, "I presume this is a secure channel? I am being informed by Jedi Master Jonyna Si that I am no longer in the year I'm supposed to be in. I was fighting the Illegal Secession of the Gordian Reach on board the Hammerhead-class Cruiser Interrogator and two escort Foray-class Blockade Runners. These three ships have a full complement of crew and invasion force soldiers. If what is indeed true, then... our families are dead, and the Galaxy as we know it has changed beyond our comprehension. I am your only ally at this moment, I am willing to obey the High Commands orders if you are truly the successor government of the Galactic Republic, without my allegiance the crew and soldoers would fall into Anarchy. I am willing to chart a course to Coruscant to speak more on this, but we have a more pressing matter that requires attending to now." He looked pver at Jonyna Si, giving a broef pause to catch his breath. He looked stressed and worried, before looking back to the droid.

"Captain Jorun Garret of of Interrogator is a corrupt official within the Republic Navy. I made an official report a few days... uh, sometime ago, about a circle of corruption within the Republic Navy, to High Command. I am not sure if that report ever got through, or went anywhere. Captain Garret is our biggest problem. I know the man, I have served beside him for over three years. He will see this as an opportunity that no one is powerful enough above him so he will take control. If I reveal this information to him, he will not be loyal to the Galactic Alliance. If anything, he will be loyal to himself. In fact, I am willing to bet Lieutenant Commander David Walsh, the Chief Tactical Officer, is probably informing him of what he heard on the bridge right now. I don't have concrete evidence on Walsh, but I assure you he is an underling of Captain Garret. I don't know how to proceed on this, High Command. What are you orders?"

 

[Izah'zore]

Location: Space
Flagship: ANV Tython
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<Do not jump to Coruscant,> Izah ordered almost coldly. <Remain where you are. Power down shields and weapons, and we will come aboard.> If unknown vessels jumped towards Coruscant, she feared that they could end up in trouble. The Alliance was at war with several hostile factions, so everybody was on edge. Sector and system fleets were all mobilized, and her own Task Force was one of them.

The impressive AVS Tython, the Alliance's latest Star Defender (SSD), as its flagship.

<As for your Captain, we will handle him when we come aboard. Should he become a problem, detain him.> This was no time for mutiny or people taking the reigns into their own hands. They were commanding war ships — outdated ones, but ships capable of causing great harm nonetheless.

<We will be there soon.>