Never to Late for a Pirate BBQ. (Open to All)

[Aithne Charr]

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Varonat System. Out of Sensor range.​

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Liberator Class Supercarrier, designation Skyfall​

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0230 Galactic Standard Time​

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Solan stood on the bridge of his prototype ship, something new for Aurora Industries to play around with once he got her a little more action. The ship was a large one, near two thousand meters and made to support those who required such weapons of considerable strength. But for now the ship was at the bacck of his mind as what he was here for today was the removal of a group of Pirates he had the great displeasure of having to find out about. They were causing him a bit more trouble with trade in the region, not to mention their position so close to the current headquarters of the Confederacy but it was something more than that. In disrupting trade and being more than active in the area it put a threat towards those in the area.​

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Thus is why he had sent one of the messages to the Galactic Alliance itself. Being the order that would find these pests the most damning then he could easily find his work being of interest to them. But of course this was more than just about trade as it was a operation he wanted carried out as soon as possible in order to deal with these cretins without pause. So not only had he offered a bit of notice to the Alliance but as well to those he could contact in the other Jedi Orders scattered at the Sanctum and in the Republic. Perhaps this could help show that the groups could work against a common enemy just as readily as possible.​

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It was a bit out there and he had to admit that he wasn't too faithful on how many would actually take up the blade... or blaster against this Pirate group. But he hoped that those who did were there to do so with faith in that it created a better Galaxy. But there was also the mercenaries he had hired just in case. [member="DV8-420"], [member="Liam Darkgear"], and even that of [member="James Justice"] would all be laying about his own ship or that of their own as they had been hired to help deal with this problem of Solan's. He never had as much hope in people as he said it did, and while he did hope that some old allies might take the time to come and aid with this small issue. He knew that it would not be so cut and dry.​

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"Therin, has there been any more whom expressed interest or contacted the ship?"​

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[member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Kratos Bandua"]​

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OOC Thread : http://starwarsrp.net/topic/71596-raiding-a-pirate-stronghold-open-thread/​

 

[Alana Sunrider]

Onna cleared her throat and then keyed in the message to [member="Solan Charr"]. Encrypted and everything. She felt so special at this point, so daring, perhaps even heroic. Which was an odd thought.

Will assist in tackling the pirates in order to capture a few specific ones alive for their bounty.

She really didn't want to kill anyone. The thought was abhorrent, sending a dark chill of terror straight through her core. So she would have to get to surface as quickly as possible. There was no way to apprehend anyone alive while in space and her ship, an AT-360 light freighter, was not designed for space combat. It didn't have the weapons or the armor shielding for it. What it did have was a very fast and maneuverable engine along with ion afterburners. That was enough to scream past any pirate forces in space and get down towards the planet below.

Her ship dropped out of hyperspace at the rendezvous point and she nearly fell out of her command chair at the sight of the ship that awaited there. It was massive. Who could afford such a thing?

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Onna Sunrider"]

Solan had to admit that when the encrypted message had come in he was not sure who it was that was asking but he shrugged and nodded to the officer nearby. The man would move to the console and reply back to the woman over the same encrypted channel with just as short an answer as Solan had given him, granted it had a bit more substance to it.

Those you capture will not be put to death.

The message was meant to make one thing clear, anything she took prisoner was on her to keep as such. Solan was not here to take slavers and pirates as meal tickets. He was here to see that they did not continue their practice and he meant to make sure that as many of those he encountered were done with their trade for good. That did not mean he would not take prisoners. Common soldiers were usually not responsible for the actions of their superiors and with the force that the small fleet would have to contend with he was sure it would come to the fact that some would be let off the hook... well and thrown in a prison.

None the less when the freighter came out of hyperspace a second transmission was made to it.

Proceed to the first hanger, dock and proceed to the bridge. Any with you are to remain on your ship.

 

[James Justice]

James let his beloved Lost Angel come out of hyperspace. Alcohol in one hand, the steering yoke in the other, cigarette between his lips, per the custom. He was more buzzed than a respectable captain would be. However, this was James Justice. Even when drunk he could fly circles around most. And when drunk, that was generally what he did.

He quickly found his way in among the others, and radioed in his others in his crew to make sure they had made the jump safely as he set his own becon off, displaying his local.

Reed gave an angry set of beeps, James looked back at him and shook his head, "Well I'd like to see ye do better!"

[member="stardust"] [member="Ryn'Dhal"] [member="Djark Slove"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Ryn stumbled to the doorway, slightly woozy from the Hyperspace travel. "THANK THE FORCE!!!" The padawan declared. He held no love for durations within Hyperspace. Ever. "I'll never karking get over jumps." He muttered, looking at James in his pilots seat. "How'd I ever let you convince me to come with you?" He'd say, offering a wry grin.

Shifting his gaze past the Gentleman Scoundrel, his eyes flicking to the main view-port. "Is that who we're meeting with?" He'd ask, ears cocking at odd angles. Guess now was as good a time as any to get ready. Time to suit up and get his mask on.

[member="James Justice"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Onna Sunrider"]

 

[Reno Jendir]

Reno, mostly through some bounty hunter contacts, had heard about the 'cleansing of pirates' that this Solan Charr person was preparing to do. He had been busy for the past few days, but finally he was ready. He plucked up the courage and sent an encrypted message to the ship.

'Requesting docking, ready to help with the pirate scum!'

Reno wasn't particularly doing this for a job or for money, it was more of a personal matter. Pirates, although not these ones specifically, had ruined his old life, in more ways imaginable. Although he usually wasn't one for helping without pay, he thought it noble to do so anyway. He had been set up, money wise, with his last job quite nicely, so payment wasn't crucial.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Djark was shaken awake as the Lost Angel pulled itself through the fibers of the universe as [member="James Justice"] brought himself and the crew into the general region of their destination. After a yawn and quick leap from his bunk to the floor below, Djark got dressed in his typical non nondescript paramilitary uniform and made his way towards the bridge giving a nod to @stadust and [member="Ryn'Dhal"] as he did. How long had it been since he'd checked in? He couldn't remember. Might be a deserter by this point.

Not that he really cared very much, the man had a streak of apathy that shocked even the most free spirited of beings.

"So what's on the menu today?" He said to no one in particular with a stretch.

[member="Reno Jendir"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Onna Sunrider"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Hyperspace travel at this point didn't affect star St a as she could look out a view port and watch space revert without even a flincj or stumble"

Oh come on ryn it wasn't that bad "she said joking with [member="Ryn'Dhal"] as she patted his back chuckling" you'll get used to it


She nodded back to [member="Djark Slove"] before looking out the view port"I believe and correct me if I'm wrong James we're here to assist someone known as [member="Solan Charr"]
[member="James Justice"]

 

[Alana Sunrider]

[member="Solan Charr"]

Onna looked over at the new messages. Perfect, although she wasn't entirely sure why the commander wanted her on the bridge, but that was easy enough to deal with. Not that she had anyone else aboard the ship either, so no problem there. She sent another quick message.

Okie-dokie. On my way.

Now where was the first hangar? She frowned through the viewport, studying the massive vessel. Then a thought popped into her head. Duh. Contact the ship's flight controllers. They'd give her a course to the right hangar. She leaned over the comm and activated it to talk to the massive ship.

"This is Onna Sunrider, reporting to first hangar as ordered. Permission to land? And... could you point me to the first hangar? I... don't know where that is."

She was fairly certain she could hear some form of muffled laughter from the comm.

"Very well, Onna," A kindly voice said, "We're engaging a tractor beam and will lead you in. Just sit back and don't try to fly in the tractor beam."

Onna sat back. What type of idiot did they think she was? Nobody with common sense would fly in a tractor beam.

"I won't, Control. Letting you land."

She checked over her gear again as the ship came to rest in a hangar, settling down with a quiet hiss of the landing gear. Then she strode out, pausing to gawk at the hangar until a security detail arrived.

"We're to escort you to the bridge."

She nodded at them with a grin.

"Excellent! And I must say, this ship is incredible. I've never seen anything like it..." She chattered on as they wound their way through the massive structure until reaching the bridge to speak with whoever was in charge.

 

[James Justice]

He shook his head. He had no idea why he had crammed so many people on his small--but beloved personal vessel. Well, small compared to the rest of his fleet that he left at home. They weren't too far away, but he had them on hand in case things got messy--or he needed more back up to sweep up the remains. He had every intention of capturing more ships and supplies here than anything else. After all, recycling was a good thing, right? Saving the galaxy one tin-can at a time.

His beloved ship landed as requested, he gave Ryn's head a playful tousle, "I fly worse when I be sober," he joked, though the truth was, he did in many ways. "This Solan has deep pockets, mates, so keep on ye manners. He agrees with most of our ideas so try to also not make him angry for that reason as well," he added with emphasis, "try."

He tossed the keys to Reed, the faithful and battered astromech droid. It didn't matter, the ship wouldn't start without James' HUD contacts that the spacer was wearing, but it looked cool, so he did it anyway. Swaggering down the loading ramp he gave the place a once over. Nice. Not too bad, a bit too large for his preference but he could dig it. One day he would own ships this big--maybe bigger too.

A matter of minutes later he swaggered on the deck, still carrying his bottle of alcohol and his cigarette still lit. Inebriated? Yes, he was slightly, then again, he generally was, it wouldn't inhibit his abilities or impare his judgement anymore than normal.

[member="Onna Sunrider"]
[member="stardust"]
[member="Djark Slove"]
[member="Reno Jendir"]
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[DV8-420]

[member="Solan Charr"]


Duraplast boots clicked against the deck plates of the supercarrier as Devin made his way back to the bridge to find the man who had hired him for this pirate hunt. Devin could care less what the target was, He was getting paid, And that's all that mattered to the rogue clone.

He passed several crewman and a few new people on his way to the bridge, Including a rather large feline looking creature that appeared to be retching from hypersleep shakes. The clone had never dealt with the feeling personally since it had been flash trained out of him, But that was long ago.

Once on the bridge he quickly searched for [member="Solan Charr"] , And upon spotting him would quickly make his way towards the man and announce himself..... "Ai Solan, Where the kark are you taking us man?... His words paused for a moment as he pulled a small holoemitter from his pocket and holding it out to the man. " A Jedi gave me this on Malachor and told me to give it to you..... Said he's an old friend"


[member="Ryn'Dhal"]
[member="Ryker Tal'verda"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Solan would watch as two more ships came onto the sensor's readouts. Those of [member="James Justice"] and [member="Reno Jendir"] who seemed to be just then arriving which was good. He would need to talk to all parties involved either in person or by way of transmission, and to tell the truth he preferred the former. With the location of their enemy being so close he had to know whether or not they knew he was coming or not and a needless transmission or two would not help in masking their approach. His hand waved to allow the two men docking as he turned and found himself greeted with the view of [member="DV8-420"] and [member="Onna Sunrider"] who would likely have arrived in the moments soon after which caused a smile to crawl to his lips.

One being the clone was so careful in his word choice that Solan could not find himself but a bit amused as he stood there and took the Holoemitter. He would have to listen to what ever message he had to hear after he briefed the others. He needed to focus so he would stow it for now before nodding. "Thank you for the Item. And Trust me, im taking you straight to the enemy. Just waiting for a few of our..." He glanced at Onna with a slow nod to her. "inviting allies to arrive. And you Miss, i know the name of my cloned friend here, but yours escapes me as i come to understand you are not someone i had expected to be here at the birth of this little strike of ours. Might i know your name?"

His eyes would remain on her as Justice and the others would find their way to the bridge. It was straight forward and even then his men would help them to it. There was but a simple moment or two to wait for their arrival.

 

[Alana Sunrider]

[member="Solan Charr"]

Onna swallowed under the gaze of whoever this person was. This Solan Charr. He felt strangely powerful, but she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was the fact he commanded this operation and this ship with a confidence and calm Onna never would have expected in someone before. It was even odder since he was slightly shorter than she was even. But then, that was fairly normal. The clone person was taller in his armor, at least, so she couldn't help but smile at the thought that if people started shooting at them, she would not be the tallest target. That would be nice for once. Oh! The question. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized she had gotten lost in her thoughts for a few moments.

"Onna Sunrider," She said quickly with a brief nod of her head. "Former salvager and current bounty hunter." There was an odd tinge in her voice, as she had never actually gotten a bounty yet. Not a serious one, at least. Not one that would make a galactic level bounty hunter. Some small time stuff, which she had dutifully paid her tithe and commissions to both the Bounty Hunter Guild and Arceneau Trade Company. Nothing large yet though. "Word about this came through... channels." She said with a vague wave. "I thought I could come help."

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Onna Sunrider"]

Solan's eyes instantly focused on the woman the moment her name had left her mouth an it made him first shift between extreme surprise and then straight to curiosity and his hands crossing behind him as he looked at her more closely. "Sunrider?" His brow raised as his eyes left her and moved to look at the console that was solely his for use beffore back to her. "A very curious name you have there... i wonder if you." He thought about her name for a few more seconds as he stood there before shaking his head. "Questions for after the mission Miss Sunrider... and a few that you have sparked in my curiosity that might come into a small bit of play."

The woman was a curious thing to him. His notes he had attained from the Order of the Grey's former retainer talked obsessively on force light and a subject whom was quite proficient in the ability. One who shared a name with this woman that was forgotten to the course of time and as his eyes turned to resume business he left one more message for the woman. "You have quite the name to live up to." He smiled at her as his eyes returned to the doors, knowing someone would enter very soon to join them.

 

[Ryker Wylde]

[member="Solan Charr"]


As Solan took the Holo-emitter from the unusual clone, biometric sensors read the man's palm and instantly began to play the message. The image of A robed young Jedi Knight appeared, A young man Solan would recognize as his friend Ryker.

His tone was both excited and ragged as the image showed the young Jedi seemingly running from something as he yelled....... "Yooo Solan! I got your invite mate and as soon as I handle this problem I'll be there as soon as I can...... Watch out for my clone friend for me, He's a different sort" The image faded with blaster fire and the image of Rykers face contorted in pain.

as the image faded the time stamp played showing that the message was over a week old.

 

[Alana Sunrider]

[member="Solan Charr"]

Onna frowned at the man as he considered her. She knew that look. He suddenly found her very interesting and she listened as she spoke. It was always the same. Sunrider this. Sunrider that. What did it matter what her name was? She didn't go around claiming how special other's last names and what they had to live up to. By the Hssis, that was annoying. But this was a job so she nodded slowly.

"Well," She said rather brightly after a moment, "Then I'll answer questions after this is over." She had no idea what questions those might be, other than they were related to her name. Probably wanted to know if she could use magic. Well, she would lie on that one. Or some sort of truth. She'd decide when he got around to asking the question. "And so I've heard before..." She muttered after the last sentence but forced a smile back onto her face.

"My ship should be fast enough to get past the fleet so we can hit some of the ground forces. if that's something you want as part of your plan."

 

[The Talatheen Amalgam]

[member="Solan Charr"]

The cabin was dank with stale air, hot in odor and dark - it was almost cozy, as red lights ignited about him; he was alone, in a peaceful, safe nest, and before him, beyond the transparisteel canopy, he shot through a blue tunnel of energy: hyperspace, raging about him like a rolling wave, caught beneath the fold. Then came the familiar rumble - he was close; he responded with the flip of a switch, he intended to hit the ground running. The moment he left this mystical realm of hyperspace, he would launch to regroup with whatever main force this man had assembled. He took this moment of serenity to summon his anger, the thrum of the engines inspiring a deep sensation of frustration within; he growled and slammed a fist against his breast, to conjure dull pain. From the depths of some unseen speaker, a dull voice echoed forth: "Beep." Some astromech droid - Talatheen hadn't even bothered to memorize its 'name' but he recognized some small segments of binary: they were nearing the rendezvous. Sighing, and rolling his neck, he eased his arms from their stations and planted them upon his helm, placing pressure along the lengths of his metal-clad temples. "Ready, brother?" he inquired to the form that clung to his back, beneath the shroud of robes he wore in the sweltering cockpit.

"Always," it rasped from the depths of the helmet.

There was that familiar bang and jump as the small vessel leaped into space, the familiar darkness setting over him. Yet, through the eternal shadow of the void, the light of nearby suns and planets lightened his vision through their beautiful incandescence; and, more importantly, he saw the nearby collection of ramshackle ships. Igniting the ship, he boosted the engines, for a moment deactivated, carried by the momentum, and launched the small vessel into action, approaching the friendly collection of vessels. He spun wildly, excited by the prospective freedom of direct control and the exploration of the vast shroud of emptiness known as space - but this joy-filled ride quickly came to a close as he approached the far greater vessels; he was without his squadron - more importantly, he would be obliterated with an instantaneous bang unless he pledged allegiance to the cause. He delivered a message, after shouting to the droid to assist him in figuring out how to encrypt it: "Aegis One,requesting to board."

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust followed [member="James Justice"] on with a light smile as she looked around*

As she got on the bridge she bowed to at [member="Solan Charr"] and others present"pleasure meeting you solan "she said and nodded to the other

 

[James Justice]

James blinked and looked down at his flask. He wasn't sure he had that much to drink but it looked like his boss had started to get all oogly-googly eyed with one of his employees who called herself Starrider or Novarider or--something. He shrugged. He was certainly not one to judge on professionalism. How many times had he shown up to work drunk? Many. However he never let that stop him.

The spacer let out a whiff of smoke before trying to bring this back inline. He leaned on [member="stardust"] as he felt a drunken wooziness take him over a second. Well.... ok maybe had more than he had intended to.

"Mates, what be the name of the game?" he asked with a jovial grin, "Solan, did ye have a plan of sorts or shall we all improvise it?" he took a drag from his cigarette. His was sure there was no need to introduce himself. The ace, smuggler, and billionaire badboy philanthropist was known in many circles for many reasons. If he wasn't known in the other circles, there was no need for him to care, it wasn't his arena and he was not in a race for "most publicized face" though some would consider it to the contrary.

[member="The Talatheen Amalgam"]
[member="Onna Sunrider"]
[member="Ryker Tal'verda"]
[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="DV8-420"]
[member="Djark Slove"]
[member="Reno Jendir"]
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Audren Sykes]

Location: Varonat System
Equipment: Lightsaber | Vibroknife | Jedi Robes | Blaster Carbine | QQ-83n

Audren was running late. Back at the Voss hangars, as he'd been attempting to leave, his engines had squealed, coughed, and started belching smoke. Not the greatest combination when it came to starships. On top of that, there had been a bit of a power surge inside the cockpit. It hadn't done much to the controls beyond leave an acrid smell, but it had almost fried the astromech droid he used to help him fly the ship. One tech had worked on the droid for a few hours, getting it back up and running in 'good enough' condition, while three others had crawled through his engines. He hadn't understood much of what they'd said, but the gist of the matter was that he'd gotten sand in his engines on Tatooine. While it hadn't made itself known on the flight back, the damage had been progressive. Fortunately, it had also been limited to easily-replaced parts, and they finished with the work not long after.

Upon arrival at the rendezvous point in the Varonat system, the Padawan was confronted with a rather large ship. Sensor estimates put it at nearly two kilometers long; while impressive, it wasn't the largest he'd seen. The Sanctum had some fairly large warships, after all. He opened a comm channel to the supercarrier.

"Skyfall, this is Audren Sykes reporting on behalf of the Silver Sanctum Coalition. Requesting permission to dock."

There was a brief pause before a landing beacon came on, directing him to one of the hangars.

"Cleared to land, follow the beacon."

The Sephi allowed the droid to land aboard the carrier, as he'd never done such a task and had a sneaking feeling that scratching the deck wouldn't be a great idea. As he walked down the boarding ramp, two people in uniforms arrived to take him to the bridge. A bit of a walk later, that's where they were. He really was late, there were already quite a few others present. And one of them appeared drunk. Either he had a really low alcohol tolerance or had gotten here early, nobody would be stupid enough to drink and fly. A few were Force-users, a few were not. No matter, he'd worked with - and against - both before. One seemed to have two presences in the Force, which was slightly on the confusing side. Interestingly enough, the Jedi recognized Ryn'Dhal, fellow member of the Coalition. Audren hadn't expected to see another Sanctum Jedi here, let alone the masked Padawan.


[member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Onna Sunrider"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member=Ryn'Dhal] | [member="Reno Jendir"] | [member="Djark Slove"] | [member=stardust] | [member=DV8-420] | [member="The Talatheen Amalgam"]