Nemesis War Episode I Leviathan's Reach [ASK]

[Ricochet]

A long time ago in a galaxy far,​

far away...​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JG5OsfOuEy0​

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STARRING ​

[member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Aedelgar Krakengard"] [member="Belis Ren"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Daska Tess"] [member="Carten Flaa"]​

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[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Alicia Frost "][member="Roth Tillian"]​

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AND CAMEOS FROM MANY MORE​

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[Please Standby [member="Aram Kalast"] is next to post, please hold all posting until then]​

[OOC: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/74091-star-wars-nemisis-war-ministory-foga/#entry1098963 ]​

 

[Aram Kalast]

OPENING

Space was the perfect place to hide.

The First Order Star Destroyer Vindicator cruised ponderously in the uncharted deeps of Wild Space. It displayed its colours proudly, every station proudly filled by officers of it’s glorious Empire in rising. Here, parsecs away from the Galactic Core and it’s surrounding Republics and Alliances, the Vindicator could safely operate in plain sight.

Aboard the Vindicator’s Bridge all was silent save for the muted beeps and chimes of various life-support monitors and the almost inaudible susurrus of the air filtration system. Among the vast number of working deck crew there stood three figures to one side of the huge transparisteel viewport. They wore the unmissable black of First Order official position, but their body language, as a forth figure figure appeared in their midst, was deferential, if not outright cringing and almost servile.

The forth figure was not really there with them in any physical sense. The robed and hooded form was a holograph, a three-dimensional image projected from an unknown source light-years distant. Intangible and immaterial, the mysterious towering image nevertheless dominated the three officers. Indeed, they could not have been any more thoroughly cowed had he been physically present with a blaster in each hand.

The figure’s face-what little was visible of it in the shadows of the hood-was grim and unforgiving. The cowled head moved slightly as he looked at each of the First Order officers in turn. The the figure spoke, his voice hinted with elegance, his tone that of one accustomed to instant obedience.
“Where is Kalast.”
The tallest officer of the three, the one wearing the badges of Rear-Admiral, responded with a military voice. “He is awaiting your call, Sup-Supreme Leader.”
“I see. The tell him I await his presence Rear-Admiral Kilken.”

Rear-Admiral Barr Kilken clasped his hands in front of him in what was not as much a supplicating gesture as an attempt to keep them from nervously wringing each other. He had hoped he would grow used to dealing with the Supreme Leader over time, but so far that had not happened. If anything, these meetings with Sieger Ren had become even more gut-twisting and upsetting as the deadline for the First Order’s expansion had grown ever closer.

The holographic image of the Supreme Leader flickered slightly, then regained its non-to-stable resolution. A glitch most likely caused by some solar flare on a star between here and whatever planet or ship the Supreme Leader was transmitting from. More than once Kilken had found himself pondering on the exact location of their glorious Leader but hastily retreated from such thoughts.

The hooded face turned directly to him.
“Well?”

“Of course.” Kilken jumped to and reached forward for the communicator at his belt, his voice stammering through the device as it was brought to his lips. “Supreme Commander. Your appointment is awaiting you on the bridge.” A solitary beep echoed through the quiet operations as the device was turned off and a blast door opened to the rear of the area.

“Leave us.” The hologram spoke. “All of you.” A clatter of noise partook the departure of the entire bridge crew, each and every one of them unquestioning the command of a man who their entire lives had been hailed to as a saviour and god among men.

One however did not leave. The only one who was intended to remain, a tall individual who was dressed as the others had been only with a certain level of grander beyond that of the deck officers.
Aram Kalast.
“My Lord.” He fell to one knee beside the holograph, his eyes focused upon the floor and not the figure that towered over him. “I had been expecting your presence within my quarters.”

“I seek to converse where I choose to Kalast.” There was almost a level of annoyance in the Supreme Leader’s tone, a hint that had not disappeared since they First Order had firebombed Eriadu and evacuated their initial operations due to the involvement of the Galactic Alliance. “I trust next time I will be seen to by yourself and not your - sub-servants.”

“I apologise Lord Ren, it shall not happen again.” Aram remained on his knee but returned the stare of the Supreme Leader with his own piercing blue eyes. “A minor slip in the protocol that was all.”

“I accept your apology Supreme Commander.” The head turned to look out at the void of space. “I have been pleased with your efforts so far, the destruction of the Imperial Remnant on Crina at the hands of the Sith was a perfected masterstroke, it began the falling of pieces that allowed us to begin our own advance. Yet the loss of Eriadu-“ The disappointment in Sieger’s voice was evident enough without him having to raise the point again. “-Was beyond tragic.”

“A necessary loss My Lord. The Galactic Alliance were not going to let us remain so close to their own borders, we knew what they sought to do the moment Belis returned from his investigations on Sullust.” Aram defended his position as any person would, he was one of the few who could after all speak so openly to Sieger Ren and remain alive afterwards. “We assured that none of the traitors remained in office as directed.”

“Yes, my favoured saw to that personally.” The hologram waved his hand and allowed Aram to stand and take position next to the towering etherial form. “Which brings us to our next move Kalast. I have foreseen our need to make this Galactic Alliance our top priority and there are several things I have deemed necessary for our cause in order to proceed.”

“Nemisis.” Aram stated simply. He had heard of the name before in previous discussions with the Supreme Leader, most mentions however had been written off as theory and unnecessary distraction.

“Yes. Nemisis.” Sieger seemed to smirk beneath his hood. “You know of what I speak. My agents have discovered the location of the Dark Island. I have already dispatched the Ren to rendezvous with the Vindicator.”

“The Dark Island, we thought it just a myth?” Aram questioned only out of simple curiosity on where Sieger had located the map that would lead them to it, nothing more.

“Somewhere in the Silken Asteroids we will find it. Have the Vindicator go complete this task for me and the First Order. Retrieve the Dark Island and we will use it to strike the Galactic Alliance ending their resistance once and for all.” The holograph flickered again as the hooded form turned back to stare at Aram. “You however are needed elsewhere Kalast. Return to me.”

Aram bowed his head confused why he would not be given charge over something as important as this. “As you wish My Lord.”

“Once we have the Dark Island in our possession nothing will stand in our way Kalast, the entire galaxy will have to bend to us on one knee as we destroy the Alliance, the Republic and the Jedi for good!” The hologram flickered and faded completely leaving Aram alone on the bridge.

“Rear-Admiral.” Aram spoke into a transponder this time. “Prepare my shuttle.”

[member="Ricochet"] | [member="Aedelgar Krakengard"] | [member="Belis Ren"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Daska Tess"] | [member="Carten Flaa"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Alicia Frost "]| [member="Roth Tillian"]

 

[Aedelgar Krakengard]

ABOARD THE DOMINATOR​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_hiqtOGh64&list=LLVJF7tBoh9YfsN4pMgAVLWw&index=1​

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Flying in below the Retribution Class Star Destroyer The Vindicator, was the line of planetary assault carriers that First Order had recently finished issuing after the confrontation on Lothal. The rotund and pyramidal shape of the Consolidator Class Carrier The Dominator drifted into the large shadow of the Vindicator. Aboard its main command bridge which was the left of the two towers. Captain Aedelgar Krakengard, newly appointed to command the Dominator in its pivotal role in the first stages of Nemesis combed the display panels of the astronav and sensor arrays.

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Pale silver blue eyes looked down at the pit array officer with a patient grin. "Report P.O" Aedelgar commanded of the Petty Officer. The officer dressed in naval black high collar tunic watched red lights of his monitor before looking up at his commanding naval officer. "Supreme Commander's shuttle has departed Captain. All sensors indicate we are clear for hyperspace jump." Aedelgar took in a deep breath and rubbed the insides of his right palm with his left hand's thumb. A contemplative tick when Aedelgar is a mood for complicated mental naval calculations. "Excellent. Have the Rear-Admiral informed of our preparations. And have the hyper-drive primed on my command. Standby." Aedelgar finishing his new set of orders turned on his heel and marched to the closest transperasteel blast window to gaze into the blackness of space.

The Silken Asteroid Belt, as the First Order Imperial Intelligence Historians have gathered, was littered with Imperial Asteroid Bases. Some held tie fighter bases, while others - like their prime target code named Dark Island - held the keys to much more powerful relics hidden from time. Aedelgar winced at the idea. Could something so old survive for that long in time. Whatever it was on that asteroid, that was up to the Ren's Boarding party to determine and locate. The Ren's Boarding party were aboard the Dominator set up within on of the many deployment hangars below deck. Once they located the asteroid they would deploy and all Aedelgar would have to worry about is the space around them. They were indeed cutting it close to the Galactic Alliance - and a confrontation was expected - but Aedelgar sighed and hoped not. Didn't look good on the naval resume when you lose a ship. Heavens forbid.

ABOARD THE VINDICATOR​

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Rear-Admiral Kilken watched the shuttles approach and the Supreme Commander loaded and departed. Taking in a deep inhale and then pausing to exhale he banished the nerves that had tightened when the Supreme Leader's image was occupying his bridge. Turning to the astronav and helmsmen officers he pointed his commands at them individually, "Plot a course for the Silken Asteroids, Sector 7, keep way out of the rocks when we arrive." pointing to the helsmen another set was delivered, "Helm bring us into hyperspace jump trajectory, you may jump when ready. Inform the Dominator.

Remembering Knights Ren Boarding party aboard the Dominator, the Rear-Admiral let out one more command, this time to a young communications officer. "I want their starfighter teams ([member="Daska Tess"] [member="Carten Flaa"]) ready to escort the Lord [member="Belis Ren"]'s Boarding party when we arrive at Dark Island."

The officer nodded and went about his operations. Both of the First Order vessels, the Vindicator and the Dominator turned prow and mirrored each other's advance. The line of stars stretched out and the two monstrously sized ships blurred into the hyperluminal speeds of hyperdrive. Down below a Flight Command Officer marched into the large hangar bay A of the Vindicator in search of the 181st Sabers - the elite of the TIE Corps. He waved aside pilots making preparations for post hyperspace exit operations and signalled a R5 droid to come close and prep projections for the debriefing on the Dark Island and boarding operations for Captain [member="Daska Tess"].

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[member="Belis Ren"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Daska Tess"] | [member="Carten Flaa"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Alicia Frost "]| [member="Roth Tillian"]​

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FELL FREE TO POST EVERYONE SET UP YOUR STORIES. REMEMBER THIS IS A STORY NOT SKIRMISH. I DON'T WANT TO SEE THE OBJ, ALLY, FOE THINGS A TOP YOUR POSTS! >_< This should read like a novel. ​

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Daska, Belis your are up for FO.​

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Just a typical day. Pperwork was probably one of the most dull things that Coren could do. And sure, he could pass it off to a junior officer, but the way he did his missions? It was anything but typical. The non-traditional Force user was always out doing something else, furthering the cause of the Galactic Alliance, hunting the dark side, and setting up strike points along supply lines. What the Starchaser really did was take guerilla tactics and apply it to a larger military. Nemo Ven, the Alliance’s Supreme Military Commander was providing the assistance that the Corellian needed to do his job well, but of course, he could never sanction such events.

Starchaser was in charge of his own destiny, and his own cadre of Alliance men and women. Some rotated in and out, others remained in service to the Commander full time. Of course, that was all coming from the base that Coren founded outside of the Alliance territory, somewhere that he could listen equally to the One Sith, as well as the growing rumors of Imperial futures, including the Final Order, them that caused so much pain through synthetic and cybernetic enhancements, and the First Order, that had destroyed Eriadu City.

The reports were simple and vague. Ships were working on securing a non-descript moon outside of Alliance space, and frigates, them that could be brought to ground were landed to assemble a forward base. Tiburon Squadron as well as a rotation of other fighter groups, had made use of the base to strike blows to supply lines and harass Imperial logistics. The Tyrene was here, as well as Coren’s newer vessel, one of the military Nebulon B9’s, the Stinger, which was where he was working on the report. Looking to the rocks glass of whiskey, he drained the contents as he checked over the report before finalizing.

He was awaiting his next target, either through the network of Underground men and women he worked with, or coming from on high. But for now? He’d make his way back to his bed. It was oh-two-hundred local time, and his watch didn’t start for another six hours. And his bed was a lot warmer than the metal desk and chair.

The company there was better anyway.

ELSEWHERE

Nemo Ven was shaking his head. So many reports coming in from military intelligence and just the standard operations of transport lines. The Alliance was growing at a very fast rate, pulling in numerous star systems, some with their own military to add to the Alliance Defense Force, but many others that didn’t. Those worlds still needed their protection, coverage from the Sith and the darkness inherent in the galaxy. The Mon Calamari had a few meetings ahead of him today, some with Omai Rhen, and another with the Chief of State and her cadre. Still, today he was meeting with an Operative of the Alliance Intelligence teams.

The blonde-and-blue operative had stepped in, military dress, straight back, and eyes front. She was one of his own, and had dropped a data card on the desk. Nemo Ven dismissed her quickly as he read the card in his datapad. Looked like others were on the move. He wasn’t quite sure what it meant, but for now? He’d just watch it.

And make sure Commander Starchaser was ready.

Alliance Tags:
[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Darius"] [member="Alicia Frost "][member="Mediha"] [member="Harmon Taldan"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Roth Tillian"]
First Order Tags:
[member="Ricochet"] [member="Belis Ren"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Daska Tess"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Aboard the Stinger was another passenger, this one tangled up in the sheets of Coren's sleeper. Chevu Visz, Jedi Marshal of the Alliance's New Jedi Order, was indulging in a much needed catnap after letting duty take precedence over sleep. She sat up with a start as she heard Starchaser enter the room, reflexes razor-honed to wake at any sound. A long exhale came. Wrapping the sheets around her smooth green skin, and tossing her hair back, the Mirialan sat upright and grinned at the Commander. There was whiskey on his breath as he climbed in next to her, a bottle on the table next to the sleeper. She grabbed the neck and took a swig, feeling the burn warm her throat.

They were plying through the starry expanse of the Outer Rim for a fairly simple operation, securing a base to use as a launching pad for strikes. The malaise in the air was anything but ordinary. Something didn't feel right. The Mirialan's mind kept flickering to the plains of Lothal, and those Dark Jedi Knights advancing on she and Coren, their blood red sabers sizzling in the downpour. There was a choking sense of destruction that emanated from the masked knights. The First Order was out there somewhere, just waiting to tear down everything that the Alliance worked so hard for, that many of their soldiers and Jedi died for.

Her green fingers found a few kernels of tension in his shoulder muscles, and she began to work them out. In moments like these, they didn't need to talk.

She probably should put some clothing on. Or he should take his off.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Aedelgar Krakengard"] [member="Ricochet"] [member="Aram Kalast"]

 

[Roth Tillian]

Space. A vast cold emptiness stretching out further than anyone could ever dream of grasping. Something that could kill a sentient in a million different ways. Yet despite all that, this was the only place Roth had ever felt at home in. It soothed him, especially now as he stood by a viewport. It was quiet for now, as nobody was here in the briefing room. Just the hiss of the life-support and steady thrum of the engines as they carried them through the void. Stars drifted past, along with the occasional flash of a distant comet. He could feel more though, something that many people only dreamed of feeling.

The Force. It sang through these empty spaces, tying together the universe and all living things, flowing through his own body as it traveled from being to being, making them all, in some form, a family. That was what the Sith and other Dark Jedi, even some normal Jedi failed to understand. They were all connected in a whole. Conflict tore themselves apart and ruined their symbiotic relationship. But that was the nature of the Dark. It gorged itself in the moment, crippling itself in the future.

His chrono dinged and he turned, boots ringing against the metal floor as he tore himself from the viewport. Duty called. Time for the Wild Knights to take escort duty for the ship. Not necessarily a challenge for their skills and talents, but it was part of being a pilot. Long stretches of boredom followed by brief, brutal exchanges and eventually, the cold vacuum of space. It would call them all home at one point or another. The question remained rather of how long the dance would last.

Other Alliance members began to pass him, heading along on their own business. The types turned to more pilots and maintenance by the time he reached the hangar and found his fighter. An A-Wing this time, as they shouldn't be assaulting capital ships or hitting ground targets. They would be guarding the ship now, so they needed a fighter killer.

His pilots gathered around, hardly formal, but they were a little different. Roth's astromech rolled up and projected a display of the area. Roth studied it for a moment before taking a deep breath.

"Alright. Simple enough op this time. Fighter escort around the ship. Scanners at maximum range. No engagement until cleared by command. Questions?"

The assembled pilots shook their heads and muttered about it being too easy. Well, that was what they said before every mission. Some of them were pretty deadly, however. No need to take this one less seriously. They all drifted apart, clambering into their respective fighters. One stayed behind, a Miraluka. He cleared his throat.

"Roth, something's brewing out there. Something dark."

Roth stiffened, hand reaching for his lightsaber, before he stretched out with the Force, letting the vastness of space flow into him, carrying its currents of the Force. He felt it now too. A brooding shadow that loomed over him.

"Yeah, I sense it." He frowned and called out to the rest. "Everyone! Keep your eyes sharp! Something's out there. Feels like it's waiting for us!"

Another chorus of responses, this time more serious. He marched over to his fighter and slung himself inside, powering up the engines. They burst into life with a comforting growl and the displays burst into life. Time to fly.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Cold, the metal tracing across her fingers. She gripped at a wire lightly, feeling across it. It had come loose only hours before, the lights in the cockpit flicking due to it. She heard [member="Roth Tillian"] outside, a great pilot in his own rights. Reaching up into the little vent she chuckled, fingers fumbling for the loose wire once more. Gripping at it, she reached her space hand up into the vent armed with a wrench. She needed her ship in working order of course.

Sparky beeped behind her, her little R4 droid carrying a perfect transcript of what Roth had said. It wasn't like she was spying on him, not at all. She just wanted to know what was with all the pilots rushing around. A basic escort mission didn't seem like anything worth wasting her time on, she had a ship to make better of course.

Always about the ship.

She chuckled again, wrench tightening the connecting bolt. She flicked the wire lightly, glad that she'd fixed the connection. She allowed her hands to drop, grabbing the cover and sliding it back into place. She knew full well that the moment of truth would come one she pressed the main power button. She really wanted, needed to know if her skills had done the job. She couldn't be bothered to pay a professional for it. Shaking her head, she slid into the pilot's chair, the co-pilot's chair still empty next to her. She still needed to find a forsaken co-pilot.

She sigh lightly, fingers tracing the main controls. She pushed the power button in lightly, watching as the lights around the ship all lit. The flickering light in the cockpit was gone however, she stood, pressing the power button once more. She was slightly proud of what she'd done, slightly proud of how good her skills were.

She chuckled, following Sparky back down the boarding ramp. She saw Roth again, powering the engines of an A-Wing. She offered a salute, nodding lightly, smirking. She didn't know him that well, mainly from out on the space front line. They'd flown side by side once, only once. She smirked, knowing full well she needed to start making friends.

 

[Venator Hex]

ABOARD THE DOMINATOR​

A swift shadow of black steel and cloth marched down the corridors of the Dominator. This figure encased in black durasteel armor and high collared black dark jedi tunic was Venator Hex - newly appointed Acolyte of the Beyond and Knight of Ren hopeful - having been informed of the hyperspace jump and issuance by Captain Aedelgar to inform the Ren Boarding Party of the imminent arrival, Hex made his way to his masters' quarters. There both [member="Belis Ren"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] would be preparing the Ren Boarding Party, a band of Ren and Stormtrooper Squadrons who would infiltrate the ruins of Dark Island. Hex scanned the corridors with the organic and the robotic eye hidden behind his dark half mask. Officers and stormtroopers marched about while commands echoed in the audio porjector links that lined the ceiling. Soon Hex was face to face with a large blast door and a pair of black armored Anti-Forcer Stormtroopers. New additions to the First Order legions, they were a special unit designed and trained in close-combat manoeuvres that would counter the melee styles of Jedi and Sith alike. The had phrik lined electrostaffs holstered in their waist belts and phrik lined shields tucked behind their backs locked in a grip belt. Well equipped to combat lightsabers. Hex glared at the two Anti-Forcer Troopers.

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"I am to deliver a message to Master Belis." growled Hex. The Stormtroopers looked at one another and then one moved to press a combination into a touchpad. The mechanical doors hissed a sigh as they separated and Hex entered an amphitheatre like space with a central holoprojection port protruding from the floor at the center. Projected in the center was a map of the Silken Asteroids with an array of locations highlighted. Belis Ren and Jaron Lesan along with an entire company made up of Anti-Forcer Troopers called the Ren Guard had focused their attention on the officer in the middle.

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"Due to the efforts of our Intelligence Officers and Imperial Historians, we have located the very location of the Galactic Imperial Military Base known as Dark Island." began the debriefing officer. "The Supreme Leader himself is confident that what data is left on this asteroid bass holds the partial location codes to Imperator Prime. Which the Supreme Commander Kalast has classified as a top priority for the First Order to locate."

"Master Belis Ren and Commander Jaron Lesan, along with the rest of the Ren Boarding party, upon our exit from hyperspace, will be escorted by Captain [member="Daska Tess"]' TIE Squadron towards Dark Island which is located here in Sector 7 sub-vector Gamma." The officer continued while pointing to where Sector 7 was in the projected hologram. "The Vindicator will provide area cover while the Dominator using its landing pads and grappling guns will physical attach itself to the asteroid and disprese its entire TIE Fighter Wing as area patrol. Should we encounter any resistance the Supreme Commander has demanded that the data extraction be the immediate priority and that all other operations of salvaging be ignored. That is all."

The Officer cut the projection's feed and as the image faded into nothingness, Venator Hex strode to the right side of Master Belis. Bowing his head the Dark Jedi informed his dark master of the proceedings. "Master, the preparations for our departure are almost in place. The Dominator and Vindicator will soon exit hyperspace just outside of Sector 7. I am informed that we should head for Hangar 7U and board our transport vessels to Dark Island. What is your command - my master."

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SILKEN ASTEROID BELT, SECTOR 7 OUTSIDE SUB-VECTOR GAMMA​

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The Vindicator and the Dominator both ejected from hyperspace and crawled to a slow inertial drift once stabilizers fired their engines. Immediately upon initial scans of the area the Star Destroyer and the Consolidator Class Planetary Assault Carrier dispersed their TIE Fighter Corps into full operation. First clusters of TIE trios spat out of their hangar bays. TIE/FO-EW electronic warfare TIE fighters were the first to depart with an escort of two TIE/FO-D1 Dominators whom possessed powerful guns and hyperspace capabilities. The EW themselves also possessed powerful jamming and scanning sensors. They grouped in trios and formed the outer most defensive and alert rings around the two vessels. If any opposition would appear the EW would discover them even before the opposition would catch visuals of the TIEs and with their jamming array they would be blinded with a combination of control an sensor jamming rays, while the powerful Dominators would make quick work of them. Standard TIE/FO Starfighters would make the next 3 defensive rings, while [member="Daska Tess"]' 181st Sabers Elite Corps woul escort the Ren Boarding Party.

Coming just short of the specific location of Dark Island inside the asteroid built Sector 7, sub-vector gamma, the Vindicator began a circling patrol with its TIE Fighters, while the Dominator began its approach to Dark Island. The Dominator moved in precise and well adjust short bursts of its rocket engines and slight inertial drifts. Coming in close the visage of the ruined Imperial Base code named Dark Island came into view. It was massive asteroid with visible mechanical and industrial sections jutting out from its surface, no doubt the insides was hollowed into a facility and research base as well.

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Coming in close the Dominator moved to intrude into the base via a large Star Destroyer designed docking bay. The over sized hangar was just perfect enough for the Consolidator vessel to park inside and begin to unload its Ren Boarding party. As it did so, the TIE Fighter Corps of the Dominator were order to depart and begin detailed scan and search of the area and to report any findings as they patrolled.


Alliance Tags:
Chevu Viszhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5914-chevu-visz/ Darius Alicia Frost Mediha Harmon Taldan Rekha Kaarde Julius Sedaire Sylvia Nuru Roth Tillian
First Order Tags:
Ricochethttp://starwarsrp.net/user/9667-ricochet/ Belis Ren Jaron Lesan Daska Tess

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust stood abroad the doominator looking out a view port, this would be her new life she chose...to be a imperial again and follow how she started out

As she looked out and so the moon approaching and stood walking out of her quarters and out to where she would exit, even if she wasn't part of the main army they would need her tech know how and such to retrieve whatever er they could and use the base
[member="Venator Hex"] [member="Alicia Frost "][member="Roth Tillian"][member="Aedelgar Krakengard"][member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Ricochet"]

 

[Malok]

Aboard the Dominator​

Is this what Starvation feels like?

The sensation of being torn asunder by the necessity of feeding. The agony of lacking suitable sustenance. The feeling of weakness...the destruction of focus...surely, this is what wasting away felt like. Perhaps this was a divine consequence for a lifetime of tampering: a fitting punishment for attempts to tame creation. Or, perhaps this was simply the pitfall of irresponsibility. Playing God...Playing with the Darkness...it was not without its affects.

And so the Sith Lord stood there in his silent Hell. He stood alongside men and women with whom he shared a common vision. The First Order was a power rising in the Galaxy: one born in the wake of countless failures. They were the solution to an eon of disorder. They were the answer to the question of galactic stability. And today they were one step closer to achieving their goal.

Whilst tortured from the inside-out, Darth Metus listened to the briefing. The Knights of Ren, the lot he had elected to support, were charged with a task. A so-called Dark Island had been discovered, and it fell upon their shoulders to secure it. Only time would tell what awaited them in the Silken Asteroids...but for the sake of sating his hunger, he hoped there was opposition. He needed there to be a succulent morsel.

I will not be a slave to this. I will not.

Words of defiance echoed within the Sith's mind, prompting him to shift his focus. It was better to place his thoughts upon the mission at hand, rather than his addiction. In but a few moments' time, the keynote officer had concluded his briefing; prompting movement on Metus' part. Upon the wall was he formerly leaning, arms crossed whilst concentrating o, containing certain affects. (It would not do to harm one's allies after all.) Long strides bore him across the room and to the side of one [member="Jaron Lesan"]: a Knight who would be acting Commander.

"By your side will I stand, Commander."

By the trials of the Obelisk, Jaron had earned something quite rare: His Loyalty. His Respect.

His Protection.

First Order Tags:

[member="Ricochet"] | [member="Belis Ren"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Daska Tess"] | [member="Venator Hex"] | [member="stardust"]​

Alliance Tags:

[member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Darius"] | [member="Alicia Frost "]| [member="Mediha"] | [member="Harmon Taldan"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Sylvia Nuru"] | [member="Roth Tillian"]​

 

[Alleycat]

OCC: Trying to play catch. My apologies for being late in posting.
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In Hangar Bay A of the Retribution-class Star Destroyer Vindicator, Daska Tess was going over the latest reconned astronomical charts of the Silken Asteroid field with the elite pilots of the 181st Saber Squadron she commanded when the Flight Command Officer and a R5 droid approached.

The Sabers, known as “Kalast's Swords”, were wearing their full black TIE pilot flightsuits; their helmets with two vertical red bloodstripes imprinted upon the front designating them as part of the famed and feared 181st TIE fighter wing separating them from the regular inservice TIE pilots of the First Order. Their fighters also designated that way.

The Flight Captain nodded curtly to the officer to proceed, then prepared to watch the projected debriefing on the Dark Island and boarding operations of this mission.

"Due to the efforts of our Intelligence Officers and Imperial Historians, we have located the very location of the Galactic Imperial Military Base known as Dark Island." began the debriefing officer. "The Supreme Leader himself is confident that what data is left on this asteroid bass holds the partial location codes to Imperator One. Which the Supreme Commander Kalast has classified as a top priority for the First Order to locate."

"Master Belis Ren and Commander Jaron Lesan, along with the rest of the Ren Boarding party, upon our exit from hyperspace, will be escorted by Captain Daska Tess' TIE Squadron towards Dark Island which is located here in Sector 7 sub-vector Gamma." The officer continued while pointing to where Sector 7 was in the projected hologram. "The Vindicator will provide area cover while the Dominator using its landing pads and grappling guns will physical attach itself to the asteroid and disprese its entire TIE Fighter Wing as area patrol. Should we encounter any resistance the Supreme Commander has demanded that the data extraction be the immediate priority and that all other operations of salvaging be ignored. That is all."

After the debriefing hologram had concluded, Tess gave the order for the Sabers to mount up. The Captain turned on her booted heel and headed across the catwalk to the rack where her TIE/FO-D1 was already preflighted. The top hatch to the spherical-shaped cockpit was open. The tall, female elite pilot dropped down inside and settled onto the pilot couch, attaching the crash webbing like second nature, then sealing the hatch.

As soon as confirmation came from the Knight of Ren [member="Jaron Lesan"] his boarding party was ready to depart the Dominator, a Consolidation-class Carrier, the 181st Saber Squadron in their red-striped TIE/D's would make their launch from the Vindicator and escort the Ren boarding party to their destination, then give support to the operations as needed.

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181st Saber Squadron - Daska Tess, [member="Carten Flaa"], [member="Pitar Brounake"], [member="Pierce Fortan III"]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Aboard the Dominator​

Jaron stood in the back of the room for the briefing. His mask was fixed to his face and the light armor he wore on his chest and legs secure in place. His twin Lightsabers hung from his belt, and the bare arms of the Knight crossed over his chest. Since his promotion Jaron had secured quite the following for the Ren, one a powerful Sith who seemed content to serve along side Jaron, despite the fact the Sith was stronger. Perhaps Jaron would have to watch his own back, but the sense he got from the Sith was not one which made him concerned yet. He seemed eager to serve and protect, a rare quality indeed.

The Ren smirked under his mask as he listened to the message. So he was to be a commander in this operation, fitting. The following he'd gathered would join him in this. Hopefully there was little by way of conflict as Jaron wanted to get things established right away. The Ren still had a citadel on Dosuun to renovate into what they wanted, and Jaron wanted another shot on taking the blonde pilot escorting them out for another drink. He knew under that icy exterior was someone he really got along with.

"Your sentiments are appreciated. However, let's not go about calling me commander. It sounds so... official," Jaron responded to the man.

When the briefing was over, Jaron spoke up. They would not be taking the Prime Shadow without [member="Daska Tess"], nor would they all fit. Instead they were taking a drop ship. The Ren Guard were joining them, and the party was set. All that was needed was for the crew to take off. Jaron had his group and [member="Belis Ren"] had his. They would secure the base, and from there find the map. If it was important to the Supreme Leader it was likely Belis Ren would be going for it directly.

"Load up Ren. Time is never on our side when the Supreme Leader wants something."

As soon as the Vindicator decanted, the Dominator docked with the ship and the Ren boarding party. Jaron looked for [member="Daska Tess"] as they moved to the drop ships, but she was likely in her TIE already. Jaron ordered the pilot to patch him through to Daska's comm.

"Captain Tess," Jaron said as professional as he could for her sake, "My boarding party is ready to depart. Please confirm."

 

[Alleycat]

<"Commander Jaron, this is Captain Tess. That is an affirmative. We are green to go, and will launch momentarily for your escort. May the Force be with you,">

Daska kept things very cool and professional as she spoke to [member="Jaron Lesan"], and would do so for the remainder of the mission. Duty came first for the career FO officer, and the Ren knew that. After cutting the comm with him, the CO of Saber Squadron switched over to Control for clearance.

<"Bay Control, this is 181-SS1. Flight is all green lights and ready for launch.">

Tess flicked the last set of switches and was rewarded with another battery of green status lights waking up on her overhead flight boards completely. Gloved hands touched the yoke control with nervous anticipation of what was to come. This was the hardest part… the process to get out there.

"Saber Leader, this is Bay Control. I confirm launch clearance. You may commence launch sequence.

<"Roger that. Saber Squadron commencing launch sequence. Clear skies!">

And with that, the tether cable from the rack to the TIE fighter was released. Daska was pressed hard into her pilot seat when the tractor beam took hold of her bird and catapulted the ship forward, to be a half-second later by an additional kick of the fighter's afterburner by her experienced hand. The hangar bay wall rushed past the blonde's front window with rapidly increasing speed, then there was that familiar crackle of the containment field and the noise of displaced air ceased as the blackness of space embraced her craft.

Easing back on the throttle, the Flight Captain leaned her TIE/D into a long, sloping turn and watched the other Dominators being launched one after the other, falling into an escort formation behind her immediately awaiting the Ren's dropship to join up with them.

 

[Krayn]

At the heart of the Dominator there was a single room that was reserved not for the troops the drop-ship carried but as a great assembly chamber that held countless workstations and their attendant seats. It was aboard only this ship that such a chamber currently resided and at present it was only occupied by two individuals. Belis Ren, masked and prepared for his task and the second, sat upon a pedestal that was the focus of the entire room was the blue-tinted holo of Supreme Leader Sieger Ren.
Unlike when he had appeared before the Supreme Commander and the more mundane partners of the First Order the Sieger Ren who was projected before Belis was slouched upon a simple chair, his appearance tall, powerful yet gaunt and aged. Human and not all at the same time, his dark hood was down around his shoulders leaving his face exposed with a startling cobalt blue stare, old wounds and curs marred across his face, long since healed.
Seated in shadow, his form loomed over the other man. Only his hands, clasped on the edges of the seat visible other than his face through the misty atmosphere that cast about the chamber.
“The location of the First Order strike force will soon fall into the hands of the Galactic Alliance.” Sieger declaimed, his voice deep, soothing and very much that of someone in complete control. Yet it held a tone not heard from the mouth of the Supreme Leader who addressed the fleet only moments ago, it was darker, almost broken. “Giving them the means to locate the Dark Island ahead of your own men. If they do this they will find themselves a most powerful tool to add to their cause.”
Belis sat impassive, neither commenting nor visibly allowing his thoughts to be determined through his mask.
“However despite our motives of allowing the Galactic Alliance to find the location it brings us to the now. It is what happens next that matters in truth.”
“The task force will not fail you Supreme Leader.” Ren finally spoke after spending so much time in silent audience. “I—will not fail you.”
The Supreme Leader’s hologram leant forward as if to get a better look at the subject before him, this cobalt eyes regarding the armoured warrior with familiarity and almost fatherly judgement. When he next spoke their was an intimacy in his voice unheard by any other being in the galaxy.
“I have never had a student with such promise.”
Belis straightened at the compliment, his mask turning upwards to return the stare with invisible eyes.
“It is where you come from. What you are made of Belis. The dark side consumes you—yet the light lingers strong. The finest of sculptors cannot fashion a masterpiece from poor materials. His rock must be something pure, something strong and something unbreakable. I have such a material. I have—you.” He paused, reminiscing.
“Ren, I have watched Empires rise and then fall. Each prattling on about the triumph of truth and justice, of individualism and free will. They stuck to these ideals as if such things were solid and real instead of simple subjective judgements. Yet all these Empires all fell due to one thing and one thing alone.”
Belis nodded. “Sentiment.”
“Yes. Such a simple thing. Such a foolish error of judgement. Had father killed son, had the home world been abandoned to the flames, had pride been removed from ambition. All these things and these countless Empires would have prevailed and their would be no need of us today.”
“There is no need for concern.” Belis considered the Supreme Leader’s cautioning yet deemed it an unnecessary distraction to the task at hand. “By the end of the day the Dark Island will be in our hands and the weapon will be within our grasp.”
Sieger Ren regarded Belis with a raised brow. “You have my faith, yet the storm that is coming will test even you. Tread carefully or all I have built will be undone.”
It was a dismissal. Sieger’s face twisted by a grotesque smile before the rest of the Supreme Leader’s holo vanished and plunged the room in to complete darkness.
Belis remained unmoved and silent as the lights within the chamber all reverted to activation one by one, the chamber turning once more into the briefing room of the Decimator rather than the Supreme Leader’s personal audience with his chosen knight. There was work to be done and Belis had the feeling that somehow destiny had played a hand in this one.

The briefing had been short, simple and too the point. The Stormtroopers had been assigned their objectives and the other Ren already knew their task, but for Belis the added weight of the Supreme Leader’s words played on his already active mind heavily. He had simply ignored most attempts to speak with him or even mild address from officers of the First Order, his brooding mind becoming more and more darker with each passing moment as hiss body became one with what gave him power, power he would use for the task ahead.
“Master, the preparations for our departure are almost in place.” It was Hex, a Disciple of Belis’ order that spoke to the Knight. His words were regarded and the blank mask of Belis Ren turned to look at the Dark Jedi.
“Good.” His modulator for his voice worked at the words, twisting them in the dark tone that all knew him by. He turned and departed the briefing room in a sweep of his robes, the sound of footsteps following him the entire way.

ASTEROID BELT, SECTOR 7 OUTSIDE SUB-VECTOR GAMMA

“The Dark Island.” Belis stated to none but himself as the Dominator circled the ruined Imperial Base in preparation for landing. It was nothing more than a series of broken industrial remains from an era long since faded into memory of the galaxy. For Belis however it was something he needed, no the Supreme Leader, needed for the cause. the transporter connected with the station thanks to the original star destroyer designed bays, large docking bay doors sliding open to allow the amassed boarding party to stream with the old docking bay, which remarkably still showed signs of life support and gravity generators.
The tall, dark form of Belis came down the access tunnel and paused to give the deteriorating station a contemplating look.
“Secure the hanger. [member="Jaron Lesan"] I am heading towards the main data banks.” He gave his own orders and marched off towards the corridors that would lead further into the station his robes swaying behind him as he did. He knew his men, he knew the Ren. They would all do their jobs without him overseeing their every move.

Alliance Tags:
[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Darius"] [member="Alicia Frost "] [member="Harmon Taldan"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Roth Tillian"] @Coren Starcaser

First Order Tags:
[member="Ricochet"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Daska Tess"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Harmon Taldan]

Harm stood on the flight deck beneath a Y-Wing fighter. It was the same one he had flown recently against a sith transport as part of his growing aid to the Galactic Alliance. It had gotten a but chewed up in that fight, but he loved to get his hands dirty, and now there was almost no part of the ship that he hadn't had his hands on. The transponder on the ship was changed from the one he had used in the last fight, and the exterior had received a new paint job, grays and blues to provide the least amount of visibility in space. Currently, Harm was fine tuning the sensor feeds that came into the cockpit.

Elsewhere on the flight deck, a wing of A-Wings was setting up for their overwatch flights. At another point on the deck was a modified Corellian freighter. The atmosphere on deck was generally light, but Harm could feel something coming. He couldn't place it as anything more than a bad feeling, but the small amount of training in the force he'd been getting had told him to trust his feelings. Hence he was gearing up for combat. His armor was nearby, and as soon as he had the feeds fine tuned, he would gear up and stand ready.





Alliance Tags:
[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Darius"] [member="Alicia Frost "] [member="Harmon Taldan"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

First Order Tags:
[member="Ricochet"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Daska Tess"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

UNINCORPORATED NAVAL VESSEL Stinger, COMMANDER'S QUARTERS

To say Starchaser was leading anything was a joke. The pilot was here so he wouldn’t get fined so that when push came to shove, he was part of a movement that could gain him some support so something could be done. The Republic was struggling, despite their best efforts, and even the Alliance wasn’t getting anything done. Maybe the concept of the Sith and Empires being defeated was foolhardy. Maybe Coren should pack up and make his way to the Outer Rim again. Just hop to the Unknown Regions and disappear. It would save him a lot of time. But then again, who would stop the disaster that these other factions would be? Could he even stand against them alone?

When he got to his bed, he realized how not alone he was. Relaxing his body to the hands of Chevu, he let out a sigh. Maybe this whole commander thing could pay off? He didn’t know. He just wanted something in this war to change.

Some light in the darkness. Could he do that? Did he have the sway? He doubted it. The Jedi weren’t even against these folks, just sitting on their haunches at their academies and temples, too afraid to face the darkness in the galaxy. He leaned back into his apprentice/lover contently.

ELSEWHERE

Word of movement coming out from beyond the borders had reached Sullust, or well, Nemo Ven, on the ANS Hope who was somewhere between Fondor and Sullust. The agent that had provided the information had been long gone, but the FLEETCOM had been turned to watch the area of space where the rumors were popping up.

Ven sighed as he shook his head. Starchaser was a loose cannon, doing what he felt was right, and frakking the rules. But the man was the one who was closest to the action. “Ensign. Get me in touch with Starchaser.” He was going to regret this.

UNINCORPORATED NAVAL VESSEL Stinger, COMMANDER'S QUARTERS

Coren shook himself awake as Two Bit and Porter were causing a ruckus. Not a good sign. Wasn’t Porter supposed to be in the hangar? Coren shook his head. Standing up, he grabbed his jacket and approached the holocom. At the same point, the ship cat, had entered the room through one of the ducts. What a way to wake up. He kissed Chevu’s forehead and said he’d be right back, stepping to the other side of his quarters and answering the comm.

Right, Nemo Ven. Starchaser snapped to attention and gave a quick salute. “Morning, sir. Where do you need me?” That was why Nemo Ven ever contacted Coren.

“Starchaser, we’re getting reports about a First Order strike team on the move. Looking to have you get out there and take a look. We’re sending messages out to the rest of the people we can spare, [member="Roth Tillian"] and his team, including [member="Alicia Frost "]and [member="Harmon Taldan"]. Should be meeting you at the rendezvous. We don’t know what we’re sending you into, so we want you to be ready. Encryted bursts are being sent to a few others of your team. We’re hoping to catch the Order with their pants around their ankles.” The fish nodded to Coren, waiting for a response.

“We’ll be underway in the quarter hour, sir.” Coren would need to get to the bridge. He gave a salute to the Supreme Commander and got on the intercom. “Bridge, this is Starchaser. Prepare the fleet. Have Tyrene sync up with us. Recall the fighters, and I’ll be there in a moment.”

Stripping his jacket off, he slipped into a tee-shirt and pulled on some trousers, all but stumbling into the bed. “Chev, gotta go to work.” He whispered as he stood up. “Porter, get to the hangar, get the droids ready. Get my X-Wing ready.” Yeah, he was taking one of those, instead of his A-Wing.

BRIDGE

Coren stepped into the bridge and as the Ship Commander, took over the navigation seat. Plugging in destination, he scrunched up his face. That was the direction they wanted to go? No. He could do one better. Working with the Force, stretching out to feel the gravity wells and the target area, he was cutting off a few parsecs, and dumping the Stinger right on the edge of the gravity well. It’d be the best place to launch from, and the Tyrene and Stinger could keep themselves out of getting trapped just yet.

“Transmitting the calculation to our battlegroup.” Coren shook his head, ‘battlegroup’ being Tyrene and Stinger, as well as two smaller corvettes that worked as picket ships. “Captain, we’re ready to move.” He was going to, of course, default to the ship captain’s call.

“Attention crew of the Stinger and Tyrene, this is the Commander. We’re preparing to jump on my mark. First Order has been rumored to be in the area and we’re being set to investigate. All fighters will launch when we revert to real space. So, get to your fighters, briefing will occur on the hangar decks. Three, two, one, jump.”

Coren turned his head to the viewport to see the stars streak into the jump to lightspeed. With that, he excused himself from the bridge and made his way to the hangar deck.

HANGAR

The briefing was already going on. Mission was simple. Word had it that the First Order were out, looking for something called the Dark Island. Various ships were going to be rendezvousing with the Stinger group and making strikes on the First Order. Make sure to take down the ships as fast as you could, make sure to gain information, scan everything, and report back to their command ships. Watch your wingman, this could be a blue milk run, but it could be a disaster. The Stinger’s CAG, a Sullustan, dismissed the groups to their fighters.

Coren was already at his, surveying the navy and silver hull of his X-Wing. Porter was already in the droid slot as Coren looked around. Chevu’s fighter was near and he was going to wait for her to load up before h did.

They’d be in real space soon. And as soon as someone was ready, start the ball rolling.


Alliance Tags:
[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Darius"] [member="Alicia Frost "][member="Mediha"] [member="Harmon Taldan"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Roth Tillian"]
First Order Tags:
[member="Ricochet"] [member="Belis Ren"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Daska Tess"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

The Lucky Charm - Hanger​

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She dropped the bag onto the crates of supplies. Mostly food and water, the crates would keep her alive for two months. She chuckled, reaching lightly into one of the crates, sliding a bottle from it. Turning the cap, tipping the bottle, feeling the water trickle lightly down her throat. She liked water, it was one of the only drinks she drank. Apart from all the alcohol crates smuggled currently in the Lucky Charm. She wasn't going to forget that, she loved that.

Sparky came rolling down the ramp, beeping wildly. Alicia quickly stopped, eyeing the droid. It appeared that a message had come through for her, Sparky having been in the cockpit at the time. He twisted his head, hologram of Nemo Ven appearing. She hated pre-recorded messages, and she sigh as the fish gave the message. The First Order had been gathering and she was meant to drop everything to go and save the alliance again.

Of course she was going, she couldn't get off the ship quick enough if she wasn't.

She climbed the boarding ramp lightly, carrying a few of the supply crates with her. She'd allowed deck officers to help carry some stuff up into the cargo holds, so she ended up with the final three crates. She dropped them in the forward hold, sighing. Closing the door she strolled back down the main corridor, closing the boarding ramp and heading back into the cockpit.

She slid into her seat, watching as Sparky locked into his place. She wasn't sure how she was going to manage the guns, she just had to hope Sparky could keep the ship sable enough. She chuckled, the droid beeping his anger. She wasn't even been aware she'd been saying those things out loud, but Sparky made it clear she was.

She was ready, finally.

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Alliance Guys!​

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Harmon Taldan"] [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Roth Tillian"]​

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Other FO Guys!​

[member="Belis Ren"] [member="Daska Tess"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Darth Metus"] @Ricochet​

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If I forgot you, sorry.​

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu awoke to the sound of beeps and whines. Two Bit and Porter were going insane and Force only knew why. A kiss was pressed to her forehead and, smiling, she peeped one eye open just in time to see Coren crossing the room to answer the commlink. A hologram flickered to life, showing Nemo Ven, the Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance. Surprise! Cursing, Chevu quickly pulled the covers up to her chin. Feth, Coren. I'm not sure if the Mon Cal was expecting to see that much Mirialan today.

Cocking her head towards the Hologram, she listened to the message along with Coren. The First Order were on the move somewhere nearby. So that's what those droids were on about. As her lover was urging to her to get out of bed, her long legs were already swinging to the floor. With a long exhalation, the Mirialan started to dress. It would be a little hot in the cockpit but she had a feeling that she would need her light armor.

"Two Bit, where are you?" the Jedi Knight called out. Her BB-eight unit came wheeling around the corner with a screech. She smiled down at the astromech and shook her head.

"You and Porter sure know how to rile each other up. Settle down and get ready to launch. You'll get some action soon."

The stretch of stars snapped back into dots as the Stinger shimmered into realspace. Chevu met Commander Starchaser in the hangar, helmet in hand. They kissed and a whisper of good luck grazed her ear. Then the two pilots boarded their subsequent X-wings. After making sure that droids were firmly in sockets, the Stinger's crew did a final check and the wings were cleared for launch. The hangar opened and out the roared the X-wings, soaring out of the craft at full throttle.

Alliance Tags:
[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Darius"] [member="Alicia Frost "] [member="Mediha"] [member="Harmon Taldan"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Harmon Taldan"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]

First Order Tags:
[member="Ricochet"] [member="Belis Ren"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Daska Tess"]

 

[Roth Tillian]

Roth leaned over and stashed his gear in the supply locker and set his helmet on. It felt strange, given its different design, but different ships needed different things. When he looked up, he caught the salute from Alicia Frost. He gave her a cocky grin and returned it. She was nice. Good pilot, good mechanic. Somebody he trusted to fly with, although they didn't often get similar assignments. Different roles, for the most part. Her ship was quite good, however, and she took good care of it. Maybe he'd have to ask her for a drink when they got back. Seemed like his type of person, and a woman, so even better.

He studied the redoubt displays on his fighter, adjusting the controls around the cockpit as they all went green. Clear so far. The repulsors kicked in and the ship drifted up off the hangar floor, bobbing gently against the artificial gravity. Roth cleared his throat before activating his comm. "Wild Knights, check in." He looked back at the translation screen to see the message.

"Knight Two, checking in."
"Knight Three, checking in."
"Knight Four, checking in."
"Knight Five, some diagnostic issues, but nothing serious."

"Roger that," Roth replied, making it a mental note. "Keep an eye on it and pull back if anything gets serious. Carry on."

"Knight Six, all clear."
"Knight Seven, itching to go." Roth smiled at that. Always good to have someone so enthusiastic on the team. Knight Eight was a cheerful growl.
"Knight Nine, checking in."
"Knight Ten, checking in."
"Knight Eleven, checking in."
"Knight Twelve, tying up the end as usual."

"Well," Roth answered, cinching his harness one last time, "Be patient, rookie and you might get a new number. Knight Seventy sounds about right." A general chorus of laughter echoed through the channel. "Hangar Control, Wild Knights requesting launch clearance."

"Permission granted, Knight Leader," The reply came back, "May the Force be with you."


"Oh, it will be," Roth answered lightly. He nudged the joystick forward and the fighter skimmed through the hangar and past the jolt of the containment shield before the emptiness of space. The Force was with him now, coursing through him and pulling him with it. One day, he would let it take him wherever it wanted, but for now, he had a mission. "Deploy to patrol formation, Knights."

Something popped up on his scanners and he sent a quick look down. Another squadron? They were supposed to be the only ones on patrol duty.

"Hangar control," Roth spoke, "Why is Talon Squadron deploying?"

"Mission alteration, Knight Leader. An encrypted message has just been sent to your ship. Talon Squadron will assume overwatch. Proceed on your current route and recall your squadron for deployment."

"Affirmative," Roth activated his comms, listening to the message. From Nemo Ven. It appeared the squadron, along with a few others were being deployed along Commander Starchaser to hit a First Order strike force. Good. The karkers deserved it after what they did to Eriadu. "Knights, change of plans. Rendezvous at mark nine. Hyperspace formation."

"What's the gig, Knight Leader? Some One Sith incursion?"

"Negative, Knight Seven. Briefing will come later."

He guided his fighter along the hull of the shape, tracing its curve as gently as a lover until he was clear of the fleet and his pilots forming around him.

"Set these coordinates and launch on my mark."

Roth took a moment to enter the coordinates into the computer and took a deep breath. "Three... two... one... launch."

He pulled the lever and the stars streaked by for a second and then shifted into the swirling blue mass of hyperspace. Roth let out a breath had hadn't realized he was holding and slumped back against his seat. This was home, if anything other than the Jensaarai enclave was home. He was safe here. Sure, there were dangers, but nobody would be shooting him in the back or at him at all. That was the theory, at least. He'd heard rumors of strange things from the distant past.

What was it about space that felt homelike? He tapped his console as he considered that. Freedom? Lack of expectations from others? The ability to be himself? No, it was the music. Not actual music, of course. He wasn't delusion or suffering from hallucinations. It was... spiritual music that drifted through him from the Force. Still didn't know what it was though. But that was enough for introspection such as this. He'd catch a nap before they dropped out of hyperspace.




[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Harmon Taldan"] [member="Belis Ren"] [member="Daska Tess"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Venator Hex"] [member="Aram Kalast"] [member="Aedelgar Krakengard"]

 

[Venator Hex]

[RESERVED...Haven't forgotten about this...FO going major too up urgency...Will post soon...seeing this is a side-story its pace doesn't have to be fast. ]​

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Alliance Tags:​

[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Darius"] [member="Alicia Frost"] [member="Harmon Taldan"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Sylvia Nuru"] [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

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First Order Tags:​

[member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Daska Tess"]​