Faction Manifest Destiny (Outer Planets Alliance)

[Atlas Drake]

THE ABSOLUTION
ALLIED FLEET
IVAX NEBULA
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The Red Alert Cantina was a hive of activity just like in the old days. Captain Drake had no idea where Coren Starchaser found her but the ancient Lucrehulk was an ideal nerve center for the fleet. Revolution was beginning to spread throughout the Anoat sector so the Powers That Be had organized this 'little' expedition. OPA cells were using the hidden staging ground to conduct operations on a half dozen worlds already. Even though the First Order was still a fractured shadow this was still Imperial country. There was safety in numbers.

"Give me a corellian ale."

"Sir!" the barkeep leaped smartly into action at the sight of his uniform.

Drake's star cruiser was one of the few military ships attached to the fleet. Most of these folk were just people. Ships came and went but for those they trusted the coordinates of the Absolution were always in reach. More and more were beginning to see the value of safety in numbers every day. Tomorrow he was schedule to be on a shuttle to the nothoiin capital world but for now Atlas was off duty. When was the last time he'd taken a day off? He couldn't remember.

"To the Alliance!" he raised his drink in toast.


// ACCESSING ALLIANCE UNDERVINE //
// UPLINK ESTABLISHED //
DOWNTIME - Dock with the Absolution and head on over to the Red Alert Cantina for some 'shore leave' in between missions. Get to know your fellow rebels or try your hand at the sabacc table.
LONG PATROL - Hop in a ship and take a cruise around the nebula. Keep an eye out for Imperial scouts, pirates, or other signs of trouble.
BYOO - Bring Your Own Objective!

 

[Eldin Daine]

THE ABSOLUTION
ALLIED FLEET
IVAX NEBULA

Eldin looked at the options, on the message that came through from the Alliance higher ups.


Some one else can handle patrols, he was here to drink, gamble and and if any other vices presented themselves, that would be a bonus. Some guy decked out in a fancy uniform drew the centre of attention as he raised a glass and saluted the Alliance. A real popinjay if ever he saw one. He elbowed the guy next to him, half cut in the wind already and hard to understand, "Who's he?", he nodded toward the popinjay. "Captin' or admiral or sommin'", came the reply just before his head hit the bar unconscious and dribbling. Eldin snorted and returned to his drink, a short glass whiskey shot and downed it in one. As the liquid burned his throat, his finger raised to order another, a belch followed and he could smell the whisky on his own breath.

The glass shot now placed in front of him, Eldin bit off the end of his long cigar and spat it to the floor. He struck a match and lit it, allowed to hang from his lips as she drew in a long breath. The night was young, he would pace himself and go find a table later. As reassurance, his hand rested on his jacket pocket to feel the heavy weight of the credits, hopefully he would need bags later.

He turned on his bar stool, eyes looked out around he bar at all the giggling girls and 'handsy' men, other uniformed officers he assumed of lower rank kept things a little more cordial, at least for now. Some familiar faces filtered in, but most were strangers to him. He had not been here long after all and he was hoping to meet up with some of the others from the Guild. Naturally, being the newest member, Eldin was Deputy rank and he needed to find someone that might spend some time training him. He was force attuned, but never had ambition to do anything 'bout it, until now, especially after watching Jend-Ro Quill dealin' with them Talz.

But right now the only thing important was the drink in his hand.


Atlas Drake

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

On board: SIN Akizuki
Allied Fleet Patrol
IVAX NEBULA

The Empress herself was not present, but the Akarans would support nonetheless. For this particular sortie, the Navy had sent the Alliance several new vessels for their own use, and offered one independent squadron. At the helm was one Commander Watanabe, excited to be in charge of her own group. The woman had four Sakuran ships and several allied vessels under her charge.

Since the beginning of the operation, things had been relatively quiet in the sector,"All ships, passing checkpoint 2-8, all clear. Come about 073 and prepare to jump." she ordered, watching space lazily drift by through the view port with a smile on her face.

Objective 2

Spoiler

Akaran Squadrion
1x Akizuki: SIN Akizuki
2x Shimusu: SIN Shimusu, SIN Ishigaki
1x Hashidate: SIN Hashidate

 

[Atlas Drake]

THE ABSOLUTION
ALLIED FLEET
IVAX NEBULA
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"-Sakurans are checking in, sir. All clear so far."

"Understood," Atlas spoke crisply into his comlink, "Give Empress Kimiko Taiyou my regards."

A captain was never truly off duty. Still it was comforting to know there was someone out there in the cold keeping an eye on things while Drake was away from his bridge. He finished his ale and moved over to the cantina's viewport ignoring the usual sly glances his way. It was difficult to explain the Kathol perspective...his people reached for the stars seeking to rediscover their galaxy only to discover they were surrounded by emptiness punctuated by desperation and terror just as their myths had warned.

"Bounty hunter?" he glanced away from the spectacle of the Allied Fleet to catch Eldin Daine sizing him up, "No offense but you don't strike me as a radical."

Not everyone who flew with the Alliance was a righteous crusader. Truthfully neither was he but there was still a chance to do some good out here.

 

[Eldin Daine]

THE ABSOLUTION
ALLIED FLEET
IVAX NEBULA


He swallowed hard almost choked on the drink as the Captin' spoke to him. "Yeah, naw no radical", he confirmed. "But gotta do somethin' for a livin'". Eldin moved up next to the guy gazing out the window at all the ships floating around in space, a real mixture of classes out there and each one of them probably had some sort of purpose that was not what they were intended for. A couple of them he recognised as gun runners, in and out of enemy territory. His own was among them.

"So, yar the big hot shot that commands all of 'em?", he gestured with his glass in hand to the scene outside. Close up the guy looked clean cut, uniform precise and pressed, older of course, but there was something in his face that told Eldin, there was more to the popinjay than met the eye. There always is of course, ya never judge a book by it's cover.

"Yar empty, let me get ya another", Eldin waved to the bar keep to bring a bottle of the finest and two glasses. Since the Alliance was picking up the tab tonight might as well take the opportunity to indulge in something good. Eldin had to admire the guy though, commanding all them ships and people on board in a space battle would not be something he was capable of. Eldin did not relish the responsibility of commanding others, whether it was his loner nature or something else, like his upbringing, that was best left to others. Some people just had a natural flare for it. Eldin's natural flare was hunting.

Atlas Drake​

 

[Potentas]

On Board: The Wind Sparrow- Hornet class courier
Objective: LONG PATROL

Potentas fiddled with his ships systems. The problem was his scanner. It was usually a vital important sensor to warn him when other ships approached, including those within law enforcement scanners. Unfortunately right now it was picking up every other scanner in the fleet.

Potentas had just flown a route where in order to get away he’d had to divert the nav sats to the transmitter. The result was it messed up any nearby ships navigation. They’d have to stop, dig out the signal before they could go any place.

It was an old trick, teenagers used with their speeders against each other, sometimes swoop gangs. Most of the time ships had their own shields and jammers in place, but if they were scanning or organizing a new route in their navigation they were vulnerable.

Potentas had thought he’d turned it off after the mission, but either he’d forgotten or this many different types of ships ranging from, military, law or smugglers like himself. It had been reactivated. Right now he was getting harassed by half a dozen ships who had identified him as the cause and culprit. Only half of them were speaking basic.

“Krat you bloody fool turn off your jammer…”

“You ruttin idiot, what is wrong with you…”

“I swear if you don’t fix this I’ll blast you to oblivion..”

Those were the pilot phrases being yelled at him. The other three sounded like an Ithorian, a Gamorrian and a Geonosian. From the sounds of it they had similar sentiments.

“Alright! Alright! Gorram it, almost there.”

Potentas finally found the right sequence to turn of his scanner. The problem was he used the same password for everything, only some systems required annoying adjustments like numbers or capitol letters, so it sometimes took him a couple tries to get the right sequence. It once lead to an alarming situation, where he’d typed in the wrong sequence three times and ended up on the drift in the black.

Out of Gas.

Potentas sighed with relief. The thought occurred to him he should rely write the sequence down somewhere. The relief however was short lived.

“Hornet class courier ‘Wind Sparrow’, since you seem to be such an expert, with scanning it is requested you flank the fleet and scan for potential incoming threats”

Potentas bit back a curse. Basically he was sent to the rim where he couldn’t cause anymore trouble. Potentas wasn’t entirely sure how this rag tag fleet operated yet, in fact he wasn’t sure anyone in the fleet knew. He had tagged along out of curiosity and the potential for at the very least trade and contacts. Plus a little bit of strength in number. These days there seemed to be half a dozen major powers at best jockeying for better leverage at worst outright war. Even the well meaning ones tended to get in the way of honest smuggling. After all that’s what governments are for to get in a mans way, interfere or ignore equally.

Still Potentas was determined enough to see where this movement went, seemed impolite to ignore the request. More to the point it gave him an excuse to excavate himself from the centre of hostile ships he had just messed with.

“Roger that. Wind Sparrow flanking the fleet.”

 

[Atlas Drake]

Atlas chuckled the the freelancer's rustic mannerisms and shook his head.

"Me? I'm no admiral," he pointed out the silhouette of a hulking star cruiser, "Just her. She's called the Beyond."

Despite his humility the Kathol warship was an imposing sight. It was one of the largest vessels currently attached to the fleet. He gladly accepted the offer of another drink when Eldin Daine made it. His navy salary covered most bar tabs but to refuse would have been an insult. While their drinks were poured a light courier ( Potentas ) screamed silently past the viewport before adjusting course towards the edge of the fleet.

"Of course there's something to be said for speed," Drake remarked wryly upon the interruption, "What about you? Got a ship?"

He couldn't tell by looking if his new acquaintance was a free captain or hired gun.

 

[Eldin Daine]

"Well that's one butt ugly ship mister", and it was all angles and frames, but Eldin said it mostly out of jest. He was no ship expert past knowing how to fix one, pilot the damn things. "But mine ain't pretty either", he pointed toward the rusty bucket hanging in space. "A YV-666, Rusty Bucket". It was more than enough for Eldin and his needs, plenty of room to store his cargo or cargo for others at the good price. Modified as well, a bit faster then the run of the mill YV.

"Bit of a shame them pilots out there makin' us feel all warm and cozy, and not enjoyin' a drink", his eyes followed the same ship zipping past piloted by a young gun Potentas . He hadn't met the kid but by the look of his form seemed like someone worth knowing. Without asking Eldin picked up the bottle of whiskey and refilled the 'Admiral's' empty glass. "Might as well make it worth their effort. Bottoms up!". the shot went down. Eldin shook his head starting to feel the effective the hard liquor, he tilted his head to the side, admiring and acknowledging the fine brew.

"Ya smoke Admiral?", the name was gonna stick, at least where Eldin was concerned. He pulled out a packet of long thin cigars, popped one in his mouth before popping one up before offering it to the man. The flame of his lighter lit his face casing a yellowish glow his tanned skin. A lazy waft of white smoke swirled in his face and stung his eyes before he pulled back and drew in deep to the boots. Eldin's eyes noticed a young girl sitting with the handsy, dirty look on her face because he smoked, you could see the judgement in her eyes. Eldin gave her cheeky wink with a grin as the cigar rolled to the corner of his mouth.

"Got far worse dirty habits than smokin' darlin'". Her face turned sour.


Atlas Drake

 

[Potentas]

Potentas sighed in exasperation or relief, he wasn’t really sure which. The expression was one you give when you either had severe boredom or hard work to get through. Truth be told Potentas wasn’t sure which one he faced, or which one he preferred. Hard work was hard work but it least it was something to keep his mind busy, Potentas liked feeling useful. It’s what made him a good scavenger, he was willing to put the work in. Potentas also prided himself on getting the job done, fairly, he did a job then he got paid. Simple.

Of course hard work in and of itself could be boring in and of itself. Just because you were working doesn’t exactly mean you were being entertained. As that thought occurred to him, he caught a glimpse of the Absolution. No doubt the people inside were lounging about perhaps even enjoying a drink in there downtime ( Atlas Drake ) ( Eldin Daine ). If he were in their shoes Potentas would be doing the same, he might have even been entertained for awhile.

Potentas shook himself out of his mind, as he put his scanners back on this time being sure not to accidentally get entangled in the rest of the fleets comms. Potentas frowned at his screens as the spluttered to life. Potentas sent out a sonar pulse. Another useful smuggling trick. Ships could jam or be stealthy on the comms, radar or even satellite imagery, but a sonar pulse would bump into any physical objects in space. Admittedly one had to register which objects were astroids and which ones ships, but it was a low tech way of scanning.