Public Out of Time (Open to All)

[Lyra Rohm]

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4ABY, Above Coruscant

"We have our orders, Commander.", Lyra said as she strode through the corridors of the Titan towards the bridge, her XO quickly following behind. "The fleet's been ordered to gather at the Endor System and we're to head there and join them immediately. Maintenance on the shields will need to wait until after we've arrived, as much as I dislike putting such off. Alas, we're not in a position to deny orders from the Emperor himself.", she said. The ship was bustling with activity. They'd just been reinforced with a full troop compliment and a replenishment of supplies for whatever was about to happen above the Forest Moon of Endor.

Lyra eventually arrived aboard the bridge. "Helm. Plot a course for the Endor system. We depart immediately.", she ordered, her helm officer quickly nodding and imputing the coordinates. "Engaging hyperdrive, ma'am.", he said as the ship quickly entered hyperspace. The journey there felt uneventful for the most part, until half way through the voyage. "Erm, ma'am. The shields are acting....oddly. The relativistic shielding seems to be fluctuating a little, and communications are....sketchy, right now.", one of the bridge officers said with a degree of concern. Lyra sighed. "I told them we needed more time to preform maintenance. We'll deal with it when we arrive. We're almost there now anyway.", she said with an annoyed tone. Unbeknownst to Lyra and her bridge crew, the relativistic shielding issue was more problematic than they realized.

900ABY, Above the Forest Moon of Endor

The quiet over the forest moon of Endor was quickly broken by the arrival of an Imperial II-class Star Destroyer. The Titan had arrived at it's destination, to be met with no fleet in sight. Lyra quickly stepped forth to peer out at the empty orbit above the Forest Moon. "....Where the kark is the fleet? Did we arrive early?", she said with a degree of confusion. She quickly turned to her communications officer. "Get me command. Ask them if the fleet has relocated elsewhere at the last minute.", she said expectantly. The officer responded quickly. "Ma'am, I....I can't raise command. There's nothing.", he said confusedly. "Is there disruption to our communications? Is the comms array having issues?", she inquired. "No, ma'am. All systems are nominal. I'm just....getting silence?", he said with genuine surprise.

".....What's the current date? You said the relativistic shielding was fluctuating. It didn't fail, did it?", she asked quickly, sweat beginning to form upon her brow. "Ma'am, I.....If I'm reading this right, the relativistic shielding went offline for several minutes before we arrived. We were affected by time dilation!", he said in a panicked tone. "It was just hours for us, but according to the ship computer, it's been.....896 years."

Lyra stood there in utter silence for a moment. All her loved ones were dead and buried for centuries at this point. She quickly regained her composure. ".....Please alert the ship officers of the current situation. Have them inform the crew and troop compliment immediately. The Empire likely still endures even after all this time, so we'll put out a standard imperial distress signal on all frequencies and await aid. Once the crew has been briefed of our situation, I want troops and engineers deployed down to the Forest Moon and the IM-455 Modular Garrison assembled immediately. We need boots on the ground while we assess our current...predicament.", she said to the communications officer, who was still in shock himself. She quickly spoke louder to snap him out of it. "Now, Lieutenant! Compose yourself. We are a ship of the Empire. I will not have discipline grow lax, even if we are temporally displaced.", she said in a commanding tone. "Yes, ma'am! Immediately.", he responded, quickly carrying out his assigned task. Within the next few days, the Garrison was quickly assembled upon the surface of the forest moon, and the Titan's distress signal looped on a continuing frequency, waiting for a response.

 

[Caradon Sun]

How long has he been honestly lost for? So much pain and destruction from being left here, was felt. It had been almost seven months since he had been abandoned on Endor. Moving in rather quick fashion, his communication device he had jerry rigged together from past wrecks allowed him to detect a new distress signal. He had honestly hoped someone or something was out here. Swinging off from another vine, he would stop amongst the trees with both feet planted onto the sides of the trunk. There was a base! So at least someone had to land out here he had hoped!

Gripping onto the vine, he would let himself slide down rather quickly onto the plains below. He had no clue who the early Galactic Empire was, much less anything else about their past. He was just a fisherman getting caught up in the worst the galaxy seemed to have thrown at him constantly. Walking over in makeshift sandals, he only carried on his left hip an 22T4 ISB Special he acquired from nearby bunkers. Along with it, he had acquired a lightsaber that only glowed a distinct bright orange on activation, only knowing it however as a "glow stick".

Approaching towards the main entrance, he noticed the armored troopers and was only hoping they were not...hostiles. Raising up both of his arms out in the open with open palms in a surrender like fashion. He spoke up so they could hopefully hear him, only wishing at this point to get off this forsaken planet and find people that would not keep leaving him here!

"HEY! You aren't pirates I hope? Please tell me you can fly out of here, I am not here to harm anyone!"
Lyra Rohm

 

[Silvia Glow]

Location: Endor
Onboard: Duty - Shark Cruiser
Loadout of Vessel: As described in Submission.

"Ma'am this appears to be where the unknown comm signal appeared from. Its using an older version of frequencies." One of her comms officers called out just as they came out of hyperspace. She turned her head slightly to the officer. "Older frequency? Check if it against the data base." She then turned her head to another comms officer "and you call in on the same frequency using a hailing hand shake signal. I want to know if they are friend or foe. I would rather not lose a useful ally but at the same time I don't wish to jeopardize my new command so lets make it quick before the gunners get to anxious." Silvia Glow, a Noverskaan native had joined the Sith Order some time ago but had only recently risen to the rank of captain, so recent that this was her first outing in a command position.

It was this rather bizarre distress signal that had brought her here. Most of the other officers she had worked with had simply told her to ignore it, that it was likely to be a trap set up by potentially the jedi or maybe some random pirates who had found an old base on Endor and were employing its codes. If it was the jedi she would relish springing their trap back on them when she summoned her backup just out of system not far away currently holding near Cerea. Another neutral system for the time being. And if it was pirates then it would be a pleasure to crush them regardless for peaking her curiosity and turning it into ire. Still it was nice to be able to use a Noverskaan built ship for this kind of work. Noverskaa and its two companies were largely unaligned especially since the fall of the silver jedi, and thus were happy to sell to anyone who was buying.

A call out from another officer this one a scanning officer broke her train of thought. "Ma'am it appears that there is also a garrison unit that has been deployed from the ship. It's definitely an older model fitting with the ship." She paused for a moment before responding with instructions, "Alright send out a flight of our Lepus Stella on recon. Tell them to do a fly by of the garrison and ship but not to close, I don't want these people thinking we are meaning to fight them. And tell me when they respond would you, I know they are older codes but come on people I don't have a week here." She said as people began moving faster getting the ships launched ready for their scouting run and making sure that a hailing frequency was opened to the other ship.

Tags: Lyra Rohm I Caradon Sun

 

[The Battalion]

Arrived in: Grasp of Flames

Wearing: Warrior's Skin

Armed With: Heart of Edges

Objective: Create Dark Side Shrine, investigate distress signal.

There is a price for stealing the knowledge of Darth Phyre. Of taking it into yourself.

On some level, you become Darth Phyre. Your face gets permanently replaced with hers if you succeed.

The Battalion was still...there, for lack of a better word. Unlike the original Amalgam, she managed to retain her sense of self and ultimate control...somewhat. but there was now a part of her that was very much Darth Phyre.

Already, she had felt her Bloodlust increase, to the point she had to actively keep herself in check now, at all times. Already she had indulged in a few more slaughters than usual on some of her outings, just spend hours rampaging on an outer rim world fighting the strongest threats possible for fun.

She would catch her own thoughts melting into the thoughts Phyre would have.

However, today she was here on decidedly quieter business.

She had drained the life of the woods in a two kilometers radius, forcing all that life energy into an especially large Vexxtal Crystal she had Purpose Grown over four months.

It would pulse with the darkness, agitate and make feral the wildlife.

The Sorceress, clad in a skintight white catsuit enhanced by the Dark Side, meditated on a stone pedestal at the base of the crystal. She drew in the suffering of the life around her at her very presence and refocused it outward into the crystal, to make it a locus of suffering that would taint the very air around it, threaten madness for the unworthy. This would bless Endor, and for those who could bear the jagged red Crystal's presence, the Dark Side would guide them.

Her flesh shuddered and rippled disgustingly all over her body as she channeled the energy, chanting in High Sith until the ritual completed, the red crystal now pulsing regularly.

Darth Phyre looked upon her work and smiled as she rose from her knees, and her comlink beeped.

"Consort, scans just picked up two ships entering the system. One appears to be an old ImpStar Deuce, the other a Shark Cruiser. Our ship has no identifying marks." the crewman aboard her personal Destroyer explained. "We're staying out of range."

"Good. Don't engage unless they give you no alternative." Phyre ordered.

"A Military unit also landed not too long ago from the ImpStar. They set up a Modular Garrison."

Phyre frowned. So consumed had she been with her delicate work she hadn't sensed them.

"I will investigate the matter personally..." Phyre spoke. She wasn't looking for a fight, merely to sate her curiosity.

If it was pirates, she would see if she couldn't cut a deal. House Io could always use an expendable proxy to harass the Jedi, or any who needed it really.

Phyre floated through the woods, ghost like save for her exposed head. She would eventually discover the Garrison perimeter and spotted Caradon Sun , begging for help.

Darth Phyre set her feet on the ground.

"Greetings!" she called out, prepared for a hostile welcome.

Which would also be a happy occasion.

Lyra Rohm

Silvia Glow

 

[CETCOM]

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O U T_O F_T I M E

FINAL DAWN
ENDOR , OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Since the collapse of the Eternal Empire, the region of space that was once known as Eternal Imperial Space fell into chaos like many regions across the galaxy once occupied by galactic governments that recently fell apart such as the Empire, Silver Jedi Concord and the Ashlan Crusade whose former territories had devolved into a massive power grab as various splinter groups, warlords, pirates and criminal organizations sought to exploit the collapse of these governments. Among these groups we're the Final Dawn, a Splinter Group of the now-defunct Brotherhood of the Maw which now sought to establish itself as a new galactic power to challenge the status-quo brought forth by Light-side aligned Democratic powers such as the Galactic Alliance and the Rimward Trade League.

As part of it's efforts to expand it's reach and influence in the wake of the collapse of various governments, the Final Dawn had deployed dozens of Surveillance Ships across the galaxy in order to monitor the activity of rival factions as well as be able to quickly identify new opportunities from which the Final Dawn could exploit to their advantage. However, in comparison to former Imperial and Silver Jedi Space, the territories once held by the Eternal Empire were relatively silent with little significant activity taking place in the region other then a Skirmish on the world of Lanteeb between Imperial-aligned Mercenaries and elements of House Io.

Thus, when Final Dawn Surveillance Ships detected a distress signal coming from Endor, the higher-ups within Final Dawn Central Command did not hesitate to send a vessel to investigate the signal, seeing a possible opportunity that could be exploited for the Final Dawn. However given prior events and the possibility of something unpredictable happening, it was decided by Central Command to send a state-of-the-art FD-400 Heavy Attack Corvette to trail the first vessel initially sent as well as assembling a larger fleet in-case an escalation occurred upon the arrival of the Surveillance Ship to ensure that their operations within the system would continue uninterrupted.

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The FDS Spectator soon emerged from hyperspace arriving in proximity to the Forest Moon of Endor, where the distress signal originated from. Standing onboard it's bridge as was the Captain of the Spectator, who gazed upon the empty void of space that surrounded the ship's exterior. "We've arrived at the Endor System, Captain." the Chief Navigation Officer cried out. "Good." the Captain replied. "What are we looking at right now?" the captain asked. "It would seem that there are three warships within the area, what seems to be an Old ISD-II, a Star Destroyer-sized Cruiser and an Interdictor Cruiser of Sith Design." the Sensor officer said.

"Hail the three ships. We need to properly assess what's going on here." the Captain ordered. Considering that none of these warships we're firing at each other it was clear that some of them had arrived in response to the distress signal, although whoever sent the signal remained unknown to him. Before a connection was established with the three other ships, the Sensor Officer spoke once more. "Captain, our sensors have also identified a Modular Garrison of Imperial design is being assembled on the Forest Moon of Endor." before the Captain was able to respond, the Communications Officer quickly spoke. "Captain, we have a secure connection with the other ships" he said. "Patch them through"

Soon, all three vessels would receive the same message from the Spectator. "Attention all vessels, this is the FDS Spectator of the Final Dawn Navy, we are here responding to a distress signal that was last traced to this area. Please state your business"

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Tags | Lyra Rohm | Caradon Sun | Silvia Glow | The Battalion ​

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[Lyra Rohm]

Lyra gazed out of the bridge viewport as new arrivals made their way into the system. It seems they wern't entirely alone and abandoned. Some fortune, at least. "Open communications on an open frequency.", she said, nodding towards her comms officer who quickly opened a channel. "Unknown vessels. This is the Imperial Star Destroyer Titan. We have experienced a catastrophic failure of our relativistic shielding during hyperspace transit. We are eight hundred and ninety six years out of our original time. Please identify yourselves."

One vessel responded verbally, the FDS Spectator, which was also addressing the other ships that had arrived to answer the distress call. The Final Dawn? Definitely not part of their Empire, though the configuration of their ship seemed very imperial. A successor state, perhaps. "FDS Spectator, this is Captain Lyra Rohm, of the Titan. Judging by the configuration of your vessel, I can only assume you're the closest thing to the Empire right about now. We are currently enacting repairs to the relativistic shielding to prevent another cataclysmic failure, and are unable to enter hyperspace. Assistance would be greatly appreciated, if you can provide aid."

"Ma'am, one of the vessels launched fighters to scout us out, it seems.", the officer manning the ship's scanners informed Lyra. "Launch TIE Fighters to shadow them. No doubt they're curious as to whether our claims are truthful. Take no offensive action against them, for now. I do not wish to inadvertantly start a firefight that can be avoided.", she ordered. Two squadrons worth of pilots were called to their TIE Fighters, which were quickly deployed to follow the unidentified fighters at a distance, for now.

Meanwhile, on the Forest Moon's surface, the garrison was approached by two mysterious individuals. Several stormtroopers approached them. "Halt. State your business, civilians.", their squad leader inquired, before quickly contacting the TItan. "Captain. We've encountered two individuals just outside the garrison. One of them appears to be stranded here. The other one, I'm less sure about."

CETCOM
The Battalion
Silvia Glow
Caradon Sun

 

[Caradon Sun]

With his hands raised, he heard the orders from the white armored troopers as they asked to state his business. Turning, he would notice this...strange skintight suit person as he had a bad feeling about this person, barely having noticed her at all. Speaking a bit quickly, he tilted his head down and then back up, wearing that strange scarf around his head.

"I been stranded here for about over half a year, was shot out of an escape pod from a piracy attempt on a transport I was on. Been out here and kept constantly being stranded out by other pirates, Mandalorians and even Jedi somehow. I just...want off this planet."

Lyra Rohm The Battalion

 

[The Battalion]

Aboard the Grasp of Flames

"Sir, Final Dawn Vessel hailing us, asking us to state our business." the Comms officer aboard the bridge announced.

The Captain, a young, ambitious human and devout worshipper of The Brain Demon folded his hands, staring out of the bridge view ports.

"Relay back to them that we are the Firaxa Private Security Escort Cruiser Grasp of Flames, conducting a rescue operation of an executive via one of our scouts on the surface when the Titan came out of Hyperspace. We are a non-hostile." he replied, going by the rehearsed story. Ships like this, nor the crew, ever bore House Io's colors when on missions like this. There were so many Private Security companies in the Galaxy these days it was all but impossible to keep track of them all.

The Officer nodded, opening a channel to both ships.

"FDS Spectator, Titan, this is Firaxa Private Security Vessel Grasp of Flames, we had a scout on the surface conducting search and rescue for an executive that went missing here. We are not hostile, repeat, not hostile." The Officer answered back to the Spectator and the Titan. "If the Titan has Hyperdrive damage, we are prepared to offer assistance."

The Officer cut communication.

"That should buy us some time..." The Captain asserted, turning to his first officer, a Twi'lek man with green skin. Both were in generic gray naval uniforms, no identifying marks other than deliberately falsified service patches.

"We need to get the Consort off Endor. This is getting too complicated for my liking..." the Captain spoke.

"If what the Titan is saying is true, there's likely gonna be some very agitated, scared stormtroopers on the surface. The slightest misstep could send it all spiraling into violence."

"Lady Phyre would probably enjoy that."

"We wouldn't." his First Officer replied dourly. "I'd like our vessels odds against the Titan if it came to a fight. I'd like them much less against the Spectator, but we would still have a reasonable shot. I wouldn't like my odds all that much against both at the same time. And knowing the Final Dawn, where there is one ship, there's likely more a few sectors away, looking to make life difficult in case the first one can't handle it."

"Then it's a good thing we've learned to pull that tactic too." The Captain replied. Send the four-beep signal to Lady Phyre's comlink... keep our fighters on standby..."

Meanwhile...

"My name is Eleena Sever..." Phyre answered "I'm a scout hired by a Security company to look for a company executive."

Caradon Sun looked like he hadn't been having too good a time here. Wow had he won the lottery by not running into her before finding the garrison.

"I mean no harm. My search had carried me this way. I wasn't expecting to run into anyone."

Lyra Rohm

CETCOM

 

[CETCOM]

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O U T_O F_T I M E

FINAL DAWN
ENDOR , OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Eight hundred and ninety six years out of their original time? That would mean that the Imperial Star Destroyer, now identified as the Titan would have originated from the Imperial Navy of the Original Galactic Empire, the Captain of the Spectator thought. If that was true that it was imperative that this find was relayed back to Central Command as he was certain that they would be most intrigued by this information. Considering that the Titan had already identified the Final Dawn as the closest thing to the Empire was surely something that should be taken as a possible sign that they could potentially align themselves with the Final Dawn at a later date.

"Relay all relevant information regarding the Titan back to Central Command, including where they originate from." the Captain ordered to the Senior Communications Officer. "Then send a response to the Titan offering them our assistance in conducting repairs for their hyperdrive, and jam all comms from House Io and the Corporate Star Destroyer. I don't want them interfering with our operation as well as the possible opportunities that might have been presented to us today." the Captain ordered. The Senior Communications Officer simply nodded and motioned for his subordinates to carry out the order. Within seconds, the FDS Spectator's Hyperwave beacon scrambler came live specifically targeting the Grasp of Flames and the Duty, preventing them from sending or receiving any further communications. At the same time a message was sent to the Titan. "Titan, this is the FDS Spectator. We are willing to provide a team of Technicians to aid in the necessary repairs"

"Have a team of Fleet Technicians report for the Main Hangars, as soon as possible. It is imperative we provide assistance to the Titan as soon as possible." the Captain further ordered. "What about the Imperial Modular Garrison on the surface sir?" one of the Sensor Officers added. "It's most likely that they we're deployed from the Titan and as such aren't that much of a concern to us. For now our priority lays with repairing the Titan and possibly directing them to the closest Final Dawn Facility in order to further gain their trust" the Captain added.

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While the FDS Spectator was busy dealing with the Damaged Imperial Star Destroyer and the other Warships present in orbit of Endor, an FD-400 Heavy Attack Corvette silently emerged from hyperspace, this time at a considerable distance from the group of warships. With it's Phkalt Metal Hull's Cloaking Ability along with it's Advanced Stealth Systems activated, their arrival would go unnoticed by all the ships present, enabling them to slowly approach them without being detected.

They would be the catalyst of this operation, ensuring that any potential opportunity that would arise here could be exploited here without suffering too much casualties in the process. All they needed to do was lie and wait for the fuse to be lighted up, before they could move into action.

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Tags | Lyra Rohm | Caradon Sun | Silvia Glow | The Battalion ​

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