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Dominion What Once Was Lost | SJC Dominion of Azure

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Azure was an unimportant planet in the galactic scene. The blue world was largely believed to be uninhabited with most information on the Azur'i who lived there being lost to history. There was no reason not to allow it to remain untouched until a distress signal was received from a ship that had crashed into the vast ocean below. With survivors running out of time, the Concord jumped into action in aid of those trapped on the ocean floor before they ran out of oxygen.

As Concordian forces searched the waters for the vessel, the scanner suggested the peculiar presence of lifeforms elsewhere in the ocean. It was not previously believed that there were any natives of the ocean world but the Concord sent a party to investigate the claims to determine if they were false or not.

Those who were not an accessory to the rescue mission and instead found themselves searching for the supposed lifeforms dwelling in the ocean. Deep in the ocean, they would find a city with a surprising amount of technological advancement, suggesting a civilisation that had been flourishing for several lifetimes.

But as with contact with all new civilisations, there would need to be a certain degree of tactfulness employed for not all people were kind to trespassers.


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A ship has crashed into the ocean of the planet and sent a distress signal to nearby friendly forces. They warned of signs of life in the ocean and implored caution to any rescuers. The Silver Jedi Concord launched a rescue mission to free the trapped vessel and protect from any hostiles in the area.


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Other members of the Concord have been sent to investigate the signs of life that were picked up by the crashed vessel. Proceed with caution. It is unknown how friendly these beings are.


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SJC staff will throw some NPCs in objective 2 but NPC whoever you want. Objective 1 and 3 are free-for-all. This thread is underwater so bring something to breathe with ideally.

 
There was a call for Jedi and their allies to make their way to Azure, a world of water had a ship down, they required help. And she was one who could help.

The Brubreen hybrid out of Pamarthe was already on her way, taking her slip Mon Calamari inspired shuttle to head to the world. She knew that she couldn’t necessarily do much for the rescue, that was going to require a lot of stronger vessels and ones that were prepared for underwater rescue. But what she could assist with? That was the categorization of what was on the world. She was of the water, by her own genetics and even by the Clan of Witches she hailed from, or to which she swore allegiance, was there really a difference in those two thoughts? She doubted it.

The Starlit Sea made its way the Azure and her ship, utilizing the underwater package made its way to the destination. She was amazed as the life here in the sea. Knowing the pressure this deep was a bit rough for her not-fully-brubreen genetics. She was not traveling alone, her friend Pell, recently having moved to Kattada was joining her, along with two Blue Coral Diver initiates. They all had pressurized suits, just in case of the pressure.

“This is Kattada’s Welcome Wagon heading towards the settlement. Got a bit of time to go, ship isn’t as fast underwater as it is in zero G.”
She gave the call to those who were traveling with her, the other explorers.
 
OBJECTIVE 1

OOC/ Going for a 70s analogue star wars vibe

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The needle was slowly working itself across the heavy, circular dial. Acaadi watched it carefully as it crossed several times the regular atmospheric pressure above.

"Do you not think about how high that is?" Acaadi asked Phalsi Drynchen Phalsi Drynchen "How, if we came back to surface and just opened the hatch we would literally explode? I am, by the way, thinking about it."

The black monitor next to the dial showed a set of concentric green rectangles. It was slowly homing in on the signal. They had full diving equipment and the expectation was they could leave the ship and explore the hull and assess the damage. Both of them were fairly capable mechanics, but he wasn't sure what they would be able to achieve.

"I know someone whose starfighter decompressed. He said it hurt before he bundled his helmet was on but he was alright. Of course that was space. Going from one atmosphere to...well none. Which is a difference of one. Not..." he pointed to the dial as it crossed five. Acaadi was quite clearly nervous.
 





Phalsi was quietly watching the dial slip over the pressures. The sea was always a scary thing, but her eyes remained glued to the dial rather than the outside environment. Water was terrifying, even with the diving equipment. There was a slim chance of problems happening, but the chance still existed as she exuded a highly nervous energy.

"You aren't the only one thinking about it, no." She was fidgeting in her suit, having been too paranoid to not be in the diving suit. In case the viewports had broken in the off chance that these were the miniscule percentage of failed viewport test materials.

Not that the hull was in the compromised percentages also. Or that the suits were going to fail to hold the proper pressure to allow them to work outside the ship and they would-

"If you are good, space decompression can be avoided. Just have to breath out and close your eyes...and...pray...you know. To be picked up before you breath again." She nervously chatted. Still watching the dial as a communication line opened to their vessel.

She sat quietly, looking to Acaadi to reply to the calls for assistance. Her hands were tight against the controls as she glanced at him sharply, complexion paler than usual.
 
"Well when you're in a vacuum your lungs don't explode..."

As opposed to opening the hatch of a diving boat on the surface of the water, he stopped himself from saying.

"But this is good and safe," he said instead, giving a reassuring nod. "If we don't find anything we just have to sit around for over an hour decompressing."

"Not that having to wait is worse than, you know, not finding the ship."

Acaadi decided that it was a good time to stop talking.

He gave the controls a gentle nudge. The computer was mostly locking onto the signal on its own as they slowly descended. They would struggle to take survivors aboard if they found the ship in tact but couldn't help recover it. The airlock of a starship could possibly be modified to be pressurised and flooded with water but it would be a difficult job.
 
Brooke’s ship was newer tech than most, it was a chromium finished starship designed exclusively as a luxury transport. But she had gone for the upgrade to allow her the freedom to dive beneath the waves. She was a Brubreen and she was from Pamarthe, the ocean was a second home to her. She really loved the freedom to go between space and the deep. And to discover a new civilization? That was going to be so wonderful. Maybe they had a relationship with the Force, maybe it was something very unique and different.

She was the product of two different aspects of the Force, the Allyan Witches, and the Jedi. It made her naturally curious about other types of Force users. Looking to her little astromech, a blue and white BB unit, she smiled, “Ok, get ready to take us deeper.” She said to her little droid, the one she affectionately called ‘Scout.’ Her heads up display had swapped from space to depth, pressure, conductivity, and a few other oddities, including salinity.

The vessel was moving, slowly, but still making its propulsion to the coordinates. She knew that there were others working on the downed ship. But she was not really the one that could assist with that. “Silver Command, its Starlit Sea. Approaching the settlement, any idea how to send a message over to them?” She was hoping for a language or a frequency. But she knew it may be tricky. She was going to see if there was anywhere for her to dock her ship.

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There was a sharp look to Acaadi as the thought of surfacing too quickly was brought up. Also of not being properly pressurized upon an anxious return to the surface. She was careful to not glare at him.

The thought of being stuck under the water for an indiscriminate amount of time in a thickened hull for deep diving was mildly upsetting at the moment. Her hand slid forward towards his, her face plainly strained and distressed at these thoughts.

"Everyone down below ought to be alright, yeah?" She asked abruptly. Desperate for a topic change it seemed.

"I mean. They haven't been down there too long." She chattered, looking around the cabin and thinking about how many people they could fit.

It didn't seem like they would be able to fit a whole lot of people in at one go, but that was a problem for future Phalsi.
 

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Under the sea was not the place to be for the taller Jedi. He wasn't much a fan of confined spaces under water like this. Kahlil wasn't entirely sure what the problem was with it, he just knew it sent a chill down his spine. He wandered out of the storage room towards the bridge, trying not to look as queasy as he felt. "Do we know how close we are to the settlement?" He turned his gaze towards Brooke Waters Brooke Waters , offering a small smile. This was her ship after all.

"I don't think I want to be under here any longer."

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"Sorry," he muttered under his breath.

Chatting away might have helped him a little, but repeating the very slim possibility of a brief, explosive death was not helping Phalsi at all.

"I hope so. This thing hasn't got life form scanners but if we can find them I can reach out to them."

He looked out into the inky darkness. The ship's lights were hazy beams that caught only the particles and tiny lifeforms floating in the ocean. The thought of finding the empty husk of a ship and not being able to sense anyone through the Force was worse. It was much more likely to happen.

"Signal is getting stronger."

He offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile.
 





The apology had a dual effect for Phalsi. One, it did little to alleviate the anxiety she felt at the rambling talk of overwhelming pressure they were currently under while also making her feel immensely guilty for snapping at him. Even if, she hadn't actually used words...or glared.

The second reaction brought the immense urge to punch his shoulder, or perhaps some other mildly violent act to reassure him, or more appropriately herself that it was okay and that she might have over reacted.

"Wait...it doesn't have a scan-does it have a radio even?" She had been brave when the idea had been posed to her. She'd had a good experience with Starchaser and water, even if that had been with a rebreather and a bit of bravado. And maybe only a handful of meters worth of water to swim through.

More swimming than she had done in ten years by her memory. Of which she might be made to do more of. At least they had good equipment. It was good equipment...right? She didn't allow the thought to linger as she offered a wobbly smile in return.

"Good. Good. Excellent. Strong is what we want. Any er, idea how much further?" Her feigned excitement probably did not hide the eager jitter behind her tone. Her eyes stayed on him, the groan of the hull making her lips draw tight briefly.

It was good equipment, surely.
 




A C A A D I
"Dials say...five hundred meters. We do have a radio, but we don't have long enough wavelength to talk to them until we're up close. There is something more oppressive about this tin can in an environment that wants to kill me than the other tin cans we fly around in an environment that wants to kill us..."

He laughed softly, hoping that addressing their nerves whilst making light of it would help break the tension. Acaadi took a slow breath. Lives were on the line. He knew that once they were into the real situation, past this nervous waiting, that he would be more focused on the task.

"Slowing us up," he said.

Through the viewport was nothing but darkness. He had to alter their velocity relative to the sonar pings that were now reflecting off the stranded vessel's hull. Acaadi dropped them right down to half a meter a second. The empty view was suddenly filled with the smooth grey of the durasteel hull.

The message about alien threats had been remarkably vague. There was no obvious damage on the hull he could see.

"Try and make contact?" he asked. "I'll slowly take us around see if we can see any obvious damage."
 
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BYOO

Jace was not one for diplomacy- at least, not in the sense that he sought it out. He wasn't unbecoming as a person, but he wasn't exactly... diplomatic in a sense. Jace had other priorities in his life, and being one of the first Jedi in... however long, to speak to a species that more or less was trapped in a planet, wasn't high on his to-do list.

Well, that was, until it was thrust upon him.

The species- the Azur'i, as he learned, surrounded him as he stepped into the fold of their underwater city. It was a depressurized chamber- a sort of meeting place, he assumed. He didn't need a breathing apparatus. He suspected this is where the Azur'i made the rare off-world contact, and being crushed under thousands of feet of water was usually bad for business.

He wasn't sure how many of them knew he was here, though. He was lead here by happenstance, only a few clicks. But the emotions were easy to read. They were worshipping him almost in a sense, a mythical figure of a Jedi.

One of the Azur'i came out, a breathing apparatus around his head, a sort of headpiece- and a very old looking droid, clanking by his side. The droid spoke with a very old Basic accent, the sort of thing that you'd find in holotapes about the Old Republic, or perhaps the accents around the Battle of Yavin timeframe.

The things that the galaxy forgot, these people never had a chance to remember.

He stared blankly, his hands neatly folded on the large table in the center of the room.

"I am K105, human relations droid. I am well equipped with over 1000 languages-"

Jace put up a hand to stop the protocol droid's usual rambling.

"I understand."

The droid paused, and the Azur'i sitting across from him clicked in their usual way, saying this and that to the Droid. The droids dull yellow eyes turned back to Jace.

"His name is Jakar, and he is one of the leaders of his people. He claims to be of great importance and is honored to meet a Jedi."

Jace couldn't help but smile.

"Tell him the pleasure is all mine. Can you ask him why he summoned me here?" Jace said, cocking his head.

The protocol droid turned and began to speak, and Jace began to suspect that something was... off.
 

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A reply returned to the explorers via the integrated comm system which connected all ocean-dwelling ships with the supporting vessels in orbit of the planet. "Starlit Sea, this is Silver Command. We have little information on whoever or whatever is inhabiting Azure, including knowledge on any known language. We have people searching for any records of known lifeforms on Azure now so standby for information."

"If this is in fact a lost civilisation then there is the possibility the language could be programmed into a translator. Your best chance may be disembarking but proceed with caution."


It would have been preferential that they had information on what they would be faced with before they faced it but with such limited time to rescue those in the downed spacecraft then they scarcely had time to prepare for the dangers that lay ahead. It was hoped that by being proactive in reaching out in peace that they could initiate a friendly bond with the locals... if they were capable of such relations.

"There are others nearby for support so I've opened a comms channel."



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The attempt at humor was received a bit better this time around. If only because the irony of it. Trading the void of space, seemingly infinite in it's inky black yet luminescent setting, for the unsettling dark of the ocean. Of open water, where things lived, existed. With teeth. And were usually hungry. The humor quickly left her better senses at the thought of some giant underwater monster making a snack of them.

At least in space there wasn't a shroud around the viewports without some explainable reason. The inability to see was what was making this all the worse. Whether it was the unknown, or the lack of being able to see it, was yet to be determined. And wasn't something she exactly wanted to get into at the moment as she listened with intent.

If only to distract herself once more.

"You aren't...wrong." She replied in a strained cheer. Her eyes kept darting between him, and the viewport, waiting for something to come into view. Something without teeth. Something without teeth. Something without teeth plea- her continuous mental plea being met with the dull gray hull suddenly coming into view. Which elicited a sharp, though brief, shriek from Phalsi. Had she not been expecting something worse, she might have even been pleased to have finally seen something.

The instruction to work the comm's had given her something else to focus on for the moment. The previous message giving her little to expect in the form of comfort as the knowledge of someone, or perhaps more apt something, resided in these waters. Her fingers danced along the limited selections she had before her, listening intently before opening a broad band channel into the inky black.

"Damaged vessel, this is Silver Jedi Concord...rescue...we see your hull and are looking for an access point. How do you copy...damaged vessel?" Her words fell between anxious and confused. They still had no identity for the ship in question, and she wasn't about to assign them a call sign without hearing back from them. There was silence, before a bit of static cut through making her cringe at the unexpected sound.

"Sil-bzzzzt-cord rescu-bzzzzzzzzzt-damage ext-bzzt-ve acce-bzzzzzzzzzt-bottom. Runn-bzzt-ou-bzzt-air-bzzzt-ower. Ho-bzzzzt-y, Over."

Her face jumped between concern to confusion, back to concern before scrunching up as if the effort of such would help her understand parts better. Eyes scanned the display in front of her, mind focused now on decipher the message in between what she assumed was a failing radio.

"Alright. Guessing the access is on the bottom. Radio's bad on their ship, and they are running out of everything. Lovely. Lovely! See if we can't get beneath the thing. They might be on a pillar or a shelf." Her mind didn't register the possibilities of what could be lurking around, focused now on something more tangible for the moment than idle and overpowering worries of her mind.
 
Even though the crew of the ship before them were in great need, Acaadi took a moment after her sudden reaction. He took one hand from the vessel's controls and laid it on her shoulder. He'd shared his fears with her, he could share a little bit of reassurance too.

The reply was mired in static. Their vessel hasn't come equipped for sending signals through water, but it still spoke of damaged equipment. If the ship was losing power nd oxygen quickly then they were in trouble. Their own vessel didn't have to power to float the ship ahead of them. They had spare oxygen tanks but not enough for long. Maybe an hour assuming their entire crew was alive.

Acaadi could sense the panic now. There were people alive. Some were already losing hope. Some took solace in the presence of a rescue craft.

"I'm releasing a beacon," Acaadi said. There was a soft thunk as the little ball was released and shot upwards for the surface. It carried a cable in its path. One long enough for transmissions with a wavelength long enough to reach the surface.

He followed the curve of the hull. The windows of the bridge were gone. The entire bridge flooded. No bodies, but he could not imagine any scenario where that glass imploding hadn't killed anyone.

"Engines intact but...useless," he muttered as they dropped around the back of the vessel.

"Kark...look at that."

The ship was on rocks. The hull had been breached. Bright torches swept the area.

"The inner hull must be intact, but the void between the two must be flooded."
 
There was a lot of work to be done. But Brooke was ready. She wasn’t a fighter, she knew that. She could assist during combat, but she preferred to ‘play support’ as she heard some of the soldiering boys say. That was fine by the Pamarthean, she was a Witch, she was not going to use her magick to harm others, she was an explorer and an agriculturist, and most importantly a healer. Looking to her companion for this trek, she smiled.

“You doing ok? And… we’re closer… The ship may have an underwater package but I’ll be honest, its not… great on the rest of the systems. But we should be in range to send out a tight beam message…”
She looked him over again. “Force helping at all? Or… meds?”

The comms crackled from Command. Listening to the message, the blonde nodded. “Understood. I think I can try… a few things. Will bring a translator, for sure.” Looking back at @Khalil Zambrano she nodded. “You ready for a swim?” She had a few underwater pressure suits ready to go.

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Objective One

Submarine Transport Pleasant Waters, Azure

"Pretty, isn't it? What kind of fish is that do you think? Nevermind, it's gone now..."

Travot spared a glance from the submarine's controls to glance at Lanyria. But the nautolan padawan seemed besides herself - a small grin creased her green-fleshed face as she pressed it against part of the viewport. Schools of brightly colored fish darted in and near the old submarine before quickly scurrying away. Apparently they're just as curious to see us as we are to see them...Wonder was an interesting, even enjoyable emotion to the man. Yet the seasoned explorer had many times learned that it could depress cautiousness and cause people to callously disregard unknown dangers. The husky man leaned back in his padded chair as the submarine continued to dive.

"We're late, you know," said Travot quietly.

"Yes," said the learner, "but even I can feel the presence of the others already making their way there. I'm sure the survivors will be in good hands."

"Are you ready though just in case?"

"Yes, Knight Ravenna. But I'd bet that just for once, you might need to be more ready than me. Water is my natural element, of course," she giggled.

Can't argue with her there...
He tilted the controls of the starfighter-sized sub to the left, causing it to enter a gentle corkscrew maneuver as they approached the other Silver Jedi Concord vessels in the area, and further down, the wrecked ship.
 

Finley Dawson

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Objective 2

While the bulk of the teams on Azure headed for the submerged ship, Finley and the 228th homed in on signals that seemed to emanate from the few landmasses of the oceanic planetoid. Piloting the Moonshine, he made a quick orbit around the entire circumference of the island, while Puck worked the ship's active bio-scanners looking for any sign of life on the island.

It probably wasn't even accurate to call it an island, more like a floating base. Whatever the natural surface had been once, it had long since been paved over with layers of reinforced duracrete, deeply cratered and carbon scored from proton blasts. Faded strips of paint still existed separating open spaces into neat little squares for landing. The remains of several imploded buildings dotted the surface, many of them recent constructions of the Antarian Rangers when the Concord still had possession of the planet. Finley was aware that there was even more substantial construction underground, an extensive network of underground tunnels, storage depots, and hidden hangars. How much of below remained intact, was a mystery, as it had been scuttled by retreating Rangers just like the facilities topside.

Puck let off a few terse beeps indicating he had spotted nothing aside from an errant transmitter set up atop the tallest ruin, the thick duracrete layers interfering with the sensors as they tried to penetrate the surface - all by design of military engineers. Finley could see no signs of activity with his naked eyes through the glasteel canopy.

Still his sixth sensed pick up on some sort of presence below. Something was there.

Oh, not this chit again.

It hadn't been too long ago since he had gotten off another 'rescue mission' chasing nothing but phantoms and tricksters. He was just tempted to turn away right then and there, but they had already come this far and he hated to leave a job unfinished and cause a debacle. Better safe than sorry.

"Bad news fellas, we may be on another wild goose chase."
 
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Location: Trieste-class Escort Frigate Blue Moon, somewhere near the Azure System
Objective III: Hunt down the Pirate Assailants

"I think this would be an excellent opportunity for a field test."

Gir pressed his crossed arms closer together, "Field testing is not a euphemism that I happen to like. But the longer we wait here, the more likely the attackers are to get away."

The duros clasped his hands together quickly, "Then you'll approve the flights?"

"Only in an emergency. As a reserve, if we absolutely, must put them into use. If the circumstances are right..."

He turned his eyes back on the sleek, black fighter craft. Though he'd never admit it publically, part of him did want to thrust the craft right into combat. Most of the features on the craft were new technologies developed by his own company, yet the experience officer in him knew that such a flight in an untested craft would be fraught with danger. But on the other hand, most pirates fly less advanced craft that typically aren't in the best of shape. Moreover, the Blue Moon's other squadrons are both experienced and flying good craft - the Mistral Starfighters could probably handle everything the pirates could throw on perfectly adequately by themselves. But that's making assumptions.

The engineer eyed him intently, "What are the odds of those circumstances happening?"

"About 50%," guessed the admiral, lowering his arms, "depending on just how strong these pirates are."

"Not great odds, but not impossible then."

The admiral nodded, "I'm going to the bridge to discuss the search with Captain Ofista. Feel free to prepare the test fighters for launch and brief the pilots, but understand that not one, single Typhoon III is to launch without my explicit permission. Understand?"

"Understood."
 

Aien Mueller

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You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?

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Weapons (assault team)- T-73 Handgun, Combat Knife, FTB Rocket(2 FYB Rockets each, 3 with Flame Carpet warhead)
3 Grenades (each), 2 Fire Grenades (each)
(Infiltrators)- Carbine(Suppressed), T-73 Handgun(Suppressed), Vibroswords, Combat Knife
(Snipers)- M-14 Sniper Rifle, Wrist Blaster, Carbine, God gun
(Assault)- RI-17 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), T-73 Handgun
(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun(if in the field), Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC) Assault Rifle
GOLD TEAM: Azrael(Assault/Team leader), Castiel(Assault/Pathfinder)
BLUE TEAM: Sauriel(Sniper 1), Michael(Sniper 2), Omael(Overwatch/Sniper3)
RED TEAM: Gabriel(Demo/EOD), Bartleby(Tech/Team Second), Samael(Heavy Weapons)
GREEN TEAM: Chamuel (Infiltrator/Slicer), Zadkiel(Infiltrator/Assassin), Raziel(Infiltrator/Assassin)
PEGASUS 1- Jeremiel(Pilot), Barachiel(Weapons)
PEGASUS 2- Ariel(Pilot), Uriel(Weapons)
PEGASUS 3- - Barachiel(Pilot)*
PEGASUS 4- Uriel(Pilot)*
*When needed. Weapons Intercept officers will be assigned randomly

FIST
RONTO 1- Raguel(Driver), Selaphiel(Gunner), Jegudiel(Cover)

Ship Captain/Teams Overwatch - Seraphim
Ship Engineer/Tech/Teams Overwatch - Jophiel
Ship Corpsman - Raphael
Ship Pilot(s)/Gunner(s) - Batariel,Jeremiel, Barachiel, Ariel, Uriel
ORDERS: Search for pirates
Tag: Gir Quee Gir Quee ADM. Reshmar ADM. Reshmar Mig Gred Mig Gred

With a snap of light, the Bartholemew dropped out of hyperspace just outside the sector. This little beauty of a cruise fell under the flag of Commodore Liram Angellus Liram Angellus , to which the man was in contact with the ship's staff, but he was not there. The search was being run by two Admirals, no need for a Commodore to but in, right? However, he could lend support with a ship under his flag with stealth capabilities that can carry two Pegasus Transports. Transports capable of committing boarding raids, carrying Special Forces squads.

Namely "Omega Squad".

Azrael was standing on the bridge with the ship's captain, Commander Parrow. The fleeter was on a holo-call with Commodore Angellus as the Captain stood in the background.

"Just let the big boys do their job. Don't try and take on too much."

The Commander understood who he was talking to, but was still put off by the comment.

"With respect, sir, why would you say that?"

"Because, I know you, Jax. Your orders are to take advantage of any nebulas and your nightsadow system and get Omega Squad in."

Aien wasn't going to jump in before. He was now.

Why do I find it like some bad joke that your name is "Jax Parrow"?
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... yeah, we scare them.

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