Lord Gaius
Chosen
OOC Note:
Three immense Capital Warships squatted above the planet-city in low orbit. One was distinguishable among the others, a mobile Command Centre the size of which dwarfed entire cities. Freighters often had crews in the 10s, cruisers in the hundreds, but these. These numbered in the thousands. They were floating cities capable of unthinkable death and destruction. Though at the head of the Jalor Section, was Captain Hallu. A Jedi Padawan, and a traditionalist. Violence was his last resort, and killing was all but unthinkable for him. Though these ideals were fundamental in his personality, he knew what his job was. If necessary, he would defend the Republic with his life.
Hasjo Hallu marched along a descending walkway. His mind was elsewhere as he moved down the rampart and into the bowels of an aircraft garage. He was taking his Section - a sub-group of an overall fleet - along the Republic / Mandalorian border. After the Mandalorians had parked their fleet above Coruscant, it had become necessary to increase border protection. Such a threat to the Republic had come easy for the Mandalorians. Never again. The border was a huge swath of space, and many planets would become temporary homes for Hallu’s small band of ships as they made their way along the frontier.
Hasjo glanced up, shrouded in a thick brown woollen cloak. A LAAW gunship sat with it’s guts strewn open. There within stood an entourage of bridge personnel. They all brooded quietly in grey suits, their faces weathered with age. Shoulder to shoulder, a deadly quiet overtook them. None of them were looking forward to living on a ship for a few weeks. Not many were fond of such an experience, but it was their job, and they did it damn fine. Hasjo was proud to call them his comrades.
The Jedi Nautolan placed his boot onto the gunship and stepped inside. His large, clawed, green webbed hand curled around a hand railing. Air Control Officer Jal’Jamai ordered the launch. The doors slid back, covering the gunships exposed belly. Everything suddenly turned black. A Republic pilot could be heard over the intercom "Preparing for lift off.” Hasjo’s stomach suddenly jerked as the ship took to the air. He reflected on the crew around him.
Jal’Jamai was an outstanding man from the Unknown Region, belonging to the race known as the Chiss. With his piercing red gaze, smooth blue skin and slicked obsidian black hair. He was quite the intimidating sight. Communication Officer Lily Black was a human from Naboo. Sandy blonde hair, fair of skin, bright blue eyes and horribly skinny. She could bark down even the hardiest of commanders as though she were a mother scolding a child. The voice of the ships incarnate. Weapons Officer Makala Shiala, a Mon Calamari that had served in First Fleet for a dozen years before transferring to a smaller unit. He believed his old age was setting him back compared to modern standards, but Hasjo thought otherwise. Navigational Officers Haylee and Hayley, identical twins from Coruscant. Corellian. Their black hair and bleached white skin gave them the appearance of ghosts as they wandered the halls, always in pairs. They were never apart.
The rest of the gunship was filled with personal assistants, old and new, that Hasjo had never had the time to make acquaintances with. Before he knew it, the doors slid back once more. Light piercing Hasjo’s great, dark eyes. He flinched for the briefest of moments. The officers waited for Hasjo to step out and into the hanger of the Justicar-Class Command Centre known as Bite The Bullet, before they themselves swarmed out to join the masses of ensembles crew. There were hundreds of species, and thousands of people cramped in the hangar. Crew stood at huge doors, slowly letting them trickle into the corridors of the ship after they checked their identification tags.
It would be an hour later before Hasjo arrived on the bridge of the ship. Having travelled through the maze of elevators to bring him there. The crew were slowly moving into place. Hasjo turned to Lily Black “Activate an open channel with all on-ship communications.”
“Yes, sir” she responded, tapping away at the computer controls before her. She turned to him, giving him a nod and thumbs up. Hasjo shrugged off his cloak, standing in the Naval uniform of a Republic Officer. The only time he didn’t wear his Jedi attire, was when he was commanding a ship. “Attention all personnel, this is Captain Hallu. Prepare for Hyperspace” Hasjo said in a calm seriousness he was so well known for. Lily cut the announcement after he had finished. Glancing over his shoulder, the Nautolan ordered the Navigation Officers to exit orbit.
The Command Centre began to rise, the propulsion drives giving off a brilliant blue flame. The Stormhold and Rowany, Star Defenders, followed in pursuit. As they began to travel through the vacuum of space, both Hayley and Haylee gripped a hand level. On Hasjo’s mark, they slammed it forward. For a moment, the ship seemed to halt. Becoming perfectly still, and then everything exploded. Stars suddenly became streaks of white on the horizon as they rocketed through hyperspace. Hasjo nodded to the First Officer, giving him command of the ship. Fleeing down a flight of stairs, the Nautolan took a train cart to the assembly hall where military personnel were awaiting his arrival.
He entered the assembly hall on an elevated platform. Thousands stood before him, all looking up. When he had first become Captain, such assemblies were disturbing and induced severe anxiety. He thought he would choke up during a speech. His race was an aquatic species, and speaking in basic was not typically easy, let alone the thought of speaking to such a crowd. But time had given him wear, he was now accustomed to this. Though he reflected on how Admirals must feel, not before thousands, not tens of thousands, but hundreds of thousands. It was mind-boggling.
His voice boomed loud and clear. All murmurs quietened down, heads snapping to listen. Though there were some in the crowd that didn’t cease. Two pools of onyx stared out at the crowd as Hasjo moved his ever-watchful gaze. “Welcome, recruits and veterans. I am Captain of this ship, and Commander of this mission. We’ve been ordered to patrol the Republic - Mandalorian after rising tensions between our people. Though I pray there will be no conflict, you should not let your guard down. And remember, do not fire unless fired upon. Your platoon leaders should also remind you this. We’re not here to start a war. We’re here to maintain peace.” He had strained that last word, emphasising just how important it was to him. “Republic Troopers, report to your Platoon leaders immediately. Starfighers, await orders from the First Officer. Transport pilots, likewise report to Platoon leaders. Another announcement, Foxtrot Platoon has a new leader. Give a round of applause for First Lieutenant Les Hender.” Hasjo allowed a moment for those to applaud. “All Jedi as members of Army personnel are to report to Les Hender for squad assignment. Afterwards, I request all Jedi, Naval and Army, including Army and Naval officers to report for immediate briefing in the Officers Hall for our first planetary assignment. May the Force be with you all.” Hasjo retreated quietly from the room, hulking towards the closest elevator.
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If you’re Non-Republic, you still may reply here. Just simply post what your character is doing at the time of this event, whether he is watching from a high-rise in coruscant as the fleet departs, or on a distant planet sitting in a bar watching the holonews. RP does not have to be at the location stated below.
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Coruscant, Military Sector Three, Naval Base C.
Three immense Capital Warships squatted above the planet-city in low orbit. One was distinguishable among the others, a mobile Command Centre the size of which dwarfed entire cities. Freighters often had crews in the 10s, cruisers in the hundreds, but these. These numbered in the thousands. They were floating cities capable of unthinkable death and destruction. Though at the head of the Jalor Section, was Captain Hallu. A Jedi Padawan, and a traditionalist. Violence was his last resort, and killing was all but unthinkable for him. Though these ideals were fundamental in his personality, he knew what his job was. If necessary, he would defend the Republic with his life.
Hasjo Hallu marched along a descending walkway. His mind was elsewhere as he moved down the rampart and into the bowels of an aircraft garage. He was taking his Section - a sub-group of an overall fleet - along the Republic / Mandalorian border. After the Mandalorians had parked their fleet above Coruscant, it had become necessary to increase border protection. Such a threat to the Republic had come easy for the Mandalorians. Never again. The border was a huge swath of space, and many planets would become temporary homes for Hallu’s small band of ships as they made their way along the frontier.
Hasjo glanced up, shrouded in a thick brown woollen cloak. A LAAW gunship sat with it’s guts strewn open. There within stood an entourage of bridge personnel. They all brooded quietly in grey suits, their faces weathered with age. Shoulder to shoulder, a deadly quiet overtook them. None of them were looking forward to living on a ship for a few weeks. Not many were fond of such an experience, but it was their job, and they did it damn fine. Hasjo was proud to call them his comrades.
The Jedi Nautolan placed his boot onto the gunship and stepped inside. His large, clawed, green webbed hand curled around a hand railing. Air Control Officer Jal’Jamai ordered the launch. The doors slid back, covering the gunships exposed belly. Everything suddenly turned black. A Republic pilot could be heard over the intercom "Preparing for lift off.” Hasjo’s stomach suddenly jerked as the ship took to the air. He reflected on the crew around him.
Jal’Jamai was an outstanding man from the Unknown Region, belonging to the race known as the Chiss. With his piercing red gaze, smooth blue skin and slicked obsidian black hair. He was quite the intimidating sight. Communication Officer Lily Black was a human from Naboo. Sandy blonde hair, fair of skin, bright blue eyes and horribly skinny. She could bark down even the hardiest of commanders as though she were a mother scolding a child. The voice of the ships incarnate. Weapons Officer Makala Shiala, a Mon Calamari that had served in First Fleet for a dozen years before transferring to a smaller unit. He believed his old age was setting him back compared to modern standards, but Hasjo thought otherwise. Navigational Officers Haylee and Hayley, identical twins from Coruscant. Corellian. Their black hair and bleached white skin gave them the appearance of ghosts as they wandered the halls, always in pairs. They were never apart.
The rest of the gunship was filled with personal assistants, old and new, that Hasjo had never had the time to make acquaintances with. Before he knew it, the doors slid back once more. Light piercing Hasjo’s great, dark eyes. He flinched for the briefest of moments. The officers waited for Hasjo to step out and into the hanger of the Justicar-Class Command Centre known as Bite The Bullet, before they themselves swarmed out to join the masses of ensembles crew. There were hundreds of species, and thousands of people cramped in the hangar. Crew stood at huge doors, slowly letting them trickle into the corridors of the ship after they checked their identification tags.
It would be an hour later before Hasjo arrived on the bridge of the ship. Having travelled through the maze of elevators to bring him there. The crew were slowly moving into place. Hasjo turned to Lily Black “Activate an open channel with all on-ship communications.”
“Yes, sir” she responded, tapping away at the computer controls before her. She turned to him, giving him a nod and thumbs up. Hasjo shrugged off his cloak, standing in the Naval uniform of a Republic Officer. The only time he didn’t wear his Jedi attire, was when he was commanding a ship. “Attention all personnel, this is Captain Hallu. Prepare for Hyperspace” Hasjo said in a calm seriousness he was so well known for. Lily cut the announcement after he had finished. Glancing over his shoulder, the Nautolan ordered the Navigation Officers to exit orbit.
The Command Centre began to rise, the propulsion drives giving off a brilliant blue flame. The Stormhold and Rowany, Star Defenders, followed in pursuit. As they began to travel through the vacuum of space, both Hayley and Haylee gripped a hand level. On Hasjo’s mark, they slammed it forward. For a moment, the ship seemed to halt. Becoming perfectly still, and then everything exploded. Stars suddenly became streaks of white on the horizon as they rocketed through hyperspace. Hasjo nodded to the First Officer, giving him command of the ship. Fleeing down a flight of stairs, the Nautolan took a train cart to the assembly hall where military personnel were awaiting his arrival.
He entered the assembly hall on an elevated platform. Thousands stood before him, all looking up. When he had first become Captain, such assemblies were disturbing and induced severe anxiety. He thought he would choke up during a speech. His race was an aquatic species, and speaking in basic was not typically easy, let alone the thought of speaking to such a crowd. But time had given him wear, he was now accustomed to this. Though he reflected on how Admirals must feel, not before thousands, not tens of thousands, but hundreds of thousands. It was mind-boggling.
His voice boomed loud and clear. All murmurs quietened down, heads snapping to listen. Though there were some in the crowd that didn’t cease. Two pools of onyx stared out at the crowd as Hasjo moved his ever-watchful gaze. “Welcome, recruits and veterans. I am Captain of this ship, and Commander of this mission. We’ve been ordered to patrol the Republic - Mandalorian after rising tensions between our people. Though I pray there will be no conflict, you should not let your guard down. And remember, do not fire unless fired upon. Your platoon leaders should also remind you this. We’re not here to start a war. We’re here to maintain peace.” He had strained that last word, emphasising just how important it was to him. “Republic Troopers, report to your Platoon leaders immediately. Starfighers, await orders from the First Officer. Transport pilots, likewise report to Platoon leaders. Another announcement, Foxtrot Platoon has a new leader. Give a round of applause for First Lieutenant Les Hender.” Hasjo allowed a moment for those to applaud. “All Jedi as members of Army personnel are to report to Les Hender for squad assignment. Afterwards, I request all Jedi, Naval and Army, including Army and Naval officers to report for immediate briefing in the Officers Hall for our first planetary assignment. May the Force be with you all.” Hasjo retreated quietly from the room, hulking towards the closest elevator.
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