Introduction of a Carrier. (CotOR, Jen'ari, CotBR)

[Aithne Charr]

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Space Station, Designation: The Doomed​

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Solan stood with his hands crossed behind him, eyes peering at the airlock as his recent potential buyers would be moving through the door at any moment. He wanted to present his potential buyers with something rather interesting that he had been long working on since his time before aiding in the governance of the Vitae. As hard as it was to see the project continually pushed to the back board he had finally had a working model produced thanks to the shipyards over Kesh and as such he had prospective buyers now outside of the Confederacy he saw one day using them. Granted for now the man power was reserved to frigates and cruisers, but there would be a day some time in the future.​

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As he stood there and thought, his hands came to run a hand across the features he retained. He was interested to see just whom from the two vast powers would appear upon the station he had in orbit, just who it would be that would show themselves to be rather interesting individuals. It was likely to be a show none the less for them and he would prepare a little gift in which to show his guest.​

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Already the observation deck held such pleasures that he would normally have to entertain noble birth with, something he grew increasingly annoyed at while on Kesh was that group. Noble blood more times than not seemed to sully the ability and respectability of a man and now he dealt with them nearly every day of the damned week. But, none the less it was a nice release from them and he did hope that those who came this day were of the agreeable sort and not the kind that gave him a headache that split his head sometimes...​

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[member="Darth Venefica"] @Other Covenant people @other Jen'ari people.​

 

[Darth Vyrassu]

yrassu's Capital ship The Reaper, a Centurion-class battlecruiser comes out of Hyperspace near the space station and comes to a halt before the station. Then a Imperial Lambda shuttle is seen leaving the hangar headed for the station.

Once the shuttle lands in the station hangar the boarding ramp lowers and 12 Imperial Shadow Troopers walk down and line up on each side of the ramp, 6 on each side. Then Vyrassu walks down the ramp clad in all black robes that were floor length. His hood up showing only his tendrils and mouth. He walks between the shadow Troopers and then that fall in line behind him.

Vyrassu begins to look around the hangar examing it as he awaited someone to come greet him. Vyrassu was most displeased someone wasn't already there. No matter to him anyways. He had other things on his mind on this very day.

[Member=solan charr]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

The warship Nebula, a Neurio-Class Assault Frigate, dropped out of hyperspace a hundred meters away from the space station, launching a squad of starfighters to conduct preliminary scouts of the area. The warship wasn't here to wage war, but to lend it's assistance in defending the station, and the important occupant aboard, during the proceedings. In rapid session, the starfighters reported in that the area was clear, but where ordered to maintain a patrol of the area every ten minutes. The way the galaxy was being ransacked on a daily basis, it was better to side with caution than assumptions.​

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With the all clear sent from the bridge's communication officer to the hanger deck officer, the shuttle containing Lady Venefica and a small protection detail of Sisterhood Troopers, whose sole purpose was to protect any one of importance on the station, detached itself from the warship and followed it's predetermined flight trajectory. The trip was short, yet it gave the Sith Lady enough time to consider all the options available to those she represented.​

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From her initial understanding, as she read of the message twice, one of Kesh's protectors was looking for assistance in constructing a Carrier, that could be beneficial to the Black Rose; and the protection of all the citizens under the government rule of the Black Rose, not just Kesh itself. With the rumoured reports of the Galactic Republic on the verge of collapse, those worlds that knew peace under them would soon feel the tight grip of oppression from the One Sith, or some other despot. It was the duty of the Black Rose Council and their overseer, the Grand Lady, to ensure that their citizens would be protected fully to the best of their abilities.​

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"SS-D, this is shuttle 78-90 requesting permission to dock on the space station," the pilot said while sending the authorization codes via an encrypted code.​

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"Shuttle 78-90, you are cleared. Please proceed to docking bay 42," came the reply after a few minutes of silence.​

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[member="Solan Charr"]​