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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:48 AM Post #1 |
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(This topic comes from Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy, and can be viewed in it's original form here, http://s15.zetaboards.com/SW_Shattered_Galaxy/topic/6585575/ ) Original Poster: Ra Cul The collapse of a centralized galaxy, specifically, the importance of Coruscant, left the galactic community at a loss for the first time in many tens of thousands of years. This great prize, this beacon of civilization.....was worthless, and meaningless. That left a number of voids, that would have been filled instantly, had not the collapse of Coruscant coincided with the collapse of every major political organization in the galaxy. Still, nature, and I suppose, the Force, abhor a vacuum. And so, from the ashes, a few people did climb out, and establish their own individualistic importance. The Mandalorians, largely untouched by the last great war, sheltered themselves for many years. However, they sent their organized mercenary corps out, rating units or individuals, bartering contracts, and growing wealthy on the wars of others, oft times never even getting their own hands dirty. My time on New Mandalore left me with the impression it has made them somewhat softer than they once were. Others, such as the Chiss Ascendancy, or the Nadeshii, chose isolation, rebuilding quietly, and fiercely guarding what little remained. Some accuse them of having turned their backs on the rest of the galaxy....abandoning them in their time of greatest need. I prefer to think of them as being smart, and opting to take care of what they could, rather than be brought low failing to save the whole. Of all the shattered places of the galaxy, however, few places adapted as fast, or as efficient, as Kuat. The loss of the famous Kuat Drive Yards crippled them for nearly a decade. But ship building was what they knew best, and so their priority became rebuilding the yards, and an ample fleet to defend their lone star system with. You see, patrolling a single system, a fleet of half dozen or so capital ships was easy for. So even in the early days, Kuat's lack of expansionism paid off in spades. And because everyone had heard of the tragic ends of the original shipyards, everyone assumed the Kuati people were finished. The new yards were operational for over two years, before almost anyone even knew. And they were churning out ships of war. But Kuat managed to keep their minds in the right place. They built a navy capable of fiercelt and efficiently patrolling their lone star system, but aside from envoy missions, specifically to promote trade, the Kuati kept their fleet at home. Eventually, their status as the most efficient ship builders returned, and that made them a valuable commodity. Their lack of interest in expansion made them easy allies to most, and Kuat became a neutral ground. I'm told, and I believe it to be true, that there hasn't been a space battle worth noting, in their system, in almost fifty years. To attack Kuat, or initiate hostilities there, is to draw the ire of not just the Kuati, but also of all those who do business with them, or would seek to. Huh? I wonder if this is why they think I'm crazy? Ra awoke to the hyperspace claxon. They were dropping from hyperspace at Kuat. He blinked, stretched lazily, yawned, and pulled a small visor from his belt, placing it over his eyes. "Well, well, well. Kuat. We should stop off for a drink, if we get a second to rest, I know a couple really nice bars here. Meantime, can I borrow your comm station, Calin ol' chap? Let them know we're coming, secure a landing site, have our new ship prepped, all that." Jesera slowly opened her eyes, her focus coming back to the here and now. Ra was certainly up to something, though she couldn't be sure just what it was yet. She gave Calin a look of caution, then nodded, almost imperceptably. *************************************************************** Maz watched, as the shuttle carrying a number of technicians, aides, as well as the dignitaries from the previous meeting.....joined by a spoiled princess, and her personal guards.....came across the end of the covered dry dock, rounding the corner, to let the prototype Star Destroyer come into view. It's curved edges, pristine shine, and modern, yet archaic design took his breath away. What he wouldn't give, to command one of them in battle.... "Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the prototype of the Dawnstrike Class Star Destroyer, the Triumph. No warship ever built, in her size or designation class, can match her for a combination of speed, armor, firepower, or minimum crew efficiency needs. In just a few moments," The shuttle pulled slowly into the hangar area, between two rows of rather different fighters.....one was a squadron of twelve sleek, black, X-Wings, the other was of an unknown fighter design. "We'll be on the bridge, and you'll have a chance to see her leave spacedock for the first time ever." D'Fyett arched an aging eyebrow. "Are those Stealth-X's? I thought only the Jedi had any more of those things now?" Maz shrugged. "The buyers had both squadrons delivered about three weeks back. Not sure, with all this money they seem to have, why only two out of a possible four squadrons, but not my place to ask, either. Shall we?" He motioned towards the lowering ramp.... *************************************************************** Barrick paced his ready room in obvious frustration. Jesera had eluded him, Ra Cul had surfaced. His data pad had been stolen. And numerous of his Widows had been slain. They were enroute to Kuat, the ship's captain had guarenteed that was where the hyperspace jump was targeting. "What game are you playing, cousin? And what has Jesera told you already?" |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 02:50 AM Post #2 |
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Original Poster: Adam Vren So this was Kuat, Adam stared in awe. He had barely heard about it before and had never seen a planet from space. He wondered what it was like living there, was it as hard as living on Coruscant? What kind of species populated this planet? But the biggest question he had in mind was why is this planet their destination? Ra had mentioned something about being a place where they could meet with Barrick without weapons being involved, but what made this place so special that it gave them that safety? Did it have anything to do with the new ship Ra just mentioned? And what did Ra mean when he mentioned this new ship? Why did he not mention the ship earlier, did he not trust the rest of them enough to let him in on his obvious plan? Adam once again reminded himself that Ra knew what he was doing and pushed the question out of his mind. But with nothing out to occupy his thoughts they quickly drifted to hunger, like they would with any boy his age. He hadn't eaten in a while due to all the 'excitement' the group had following Ra. |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 03:11 AM Post #3 |
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Original Poster: Leto Exellius Leto stood with the other men acconmpanied by his Guard Irruli and servant Vaskus. He was still and quiet and something seemed quite off with him. His eyes were on the Dawnstrike observing closely. Something was on his mind in which he focused entire thought. Even when Maz began to speak he was thinking and almost deterred from listening. He stood in his navy blue gard with a matching cape his mane drifted even without motion as he watched. ===== Irruli watched his ward puzzled it seemed since the end of the treaty and when the meeting was released Leto had been thinking. The simple proof of Leto's fine evaluation of Irruli tipped him off. Leto had been thinking ahead of the clock lately. He knew much more than he let on, and it seemed something he knew was troubling him. Irruli stopped thinking about it. It was preposterous that his Ward knew anything more than anyone else at the moment. Leto was just a very observational person. At least the was the reassurance Irruli gave himself although he felt an air of difference. This same air that was about when leto decoded and ripped away at his mission and intentions in the hallway earlier. A sigh escaped Irruli. What will be will be concerning matters of the future. ===== Vaskus watched Leto staring at the ship the blue glinting in his eyes. Those eyes observed the man they considered a Master and friend. And Vaskus was hinted by Leto to what he was thinking. When Leto ordered his appearance he expressed his worries of this meeting. But mentioned it could not be prevented and the sense was most irking to Vaskus. He always hated to see Leto so serious and troubled. It was unbecoming of him. Vaskus gave a light sigh brushing a lock of blue-silver hair swiping it aside. The politics of the evenining did not catch him nor entertain him. It was almost a little too boring for his own tastes. It is where he found his eyes back on Leto examining running up and down. So still and statuesque. It was a disturbing sight that was all Vaskus could think of. He tried to ignore it. All things come to pass when they are relative to time. ===== Leto would break his train of thought seeing as he was lost in it. Things were coming into motion. Things were happening all around the universe and to his dismay planets were starting to align for a specific event. He could feel it something would happen and what disturbed him the most was the calm this sense was sending. What sort of danger would be a calm one. It was odd and not understood which was not benefiting him. A swipe of his brow he viewed both of his colleagues standing so loyal and strong behind him. He could only keep reminding himself... There is no great change that is not followed by an equal consequence, nor consequence without great change. This meeting would surely mark great things, but hopefully things that would not be ended too soon. |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 03:14 AM Post #4 |
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Original Poster: Teslan Teslan's mind wandered elsewhere as the Triumph came into view, specifically on the mysterious buyer. Despite what the others believed, the paranoia that had kept him alive over the past years of chaos told him to be wary. Perhaps it was just an educated guess on the part of the unknown individual and Teslan was being rash, but it always seemed better to suspect foul play and be pleasantly disappointed than to have a knife in the back. Bringing his attention back to the present, Teslan overheard D'Fyett identify one of the fighter squadrons as Stealth-X's. This was a mild surprise but the individual orchestrating this charade seemed full of them. What intrigued the former marine and fighter enthusiast was the second squadron. "And what of the other fighters? What configuration are they," Teslan asked, directing his attention toward Maz. |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 03:15 AM Post #5 |
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Original Poster: Tiesa Asheni Tiesa wandered behind the group, though she had lived here and knew about the ships construction this was the first time that she had acutally seen it with her own eyes. She had to say she was impressed for the moment at least. She could see her four guards out of the corner of her eye as they filed into the room after her. It was always a nuisance having them around but if she argued now she'd make a scene something she promised her mother she wouldn't do...for now at least. She leaned up agianst the nearest wall as she moved a hand to double check that her blasters were still in thier hip holsters. It wasn't that she was paranoid, but something just felt off after what she had seen earlier. Something not right, that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up in anticipation. She was deteremined though not to let that feeling get the best of her and make her that jumpy, just cautious enough to keep herself alive. As she looked around her eyes fell on everyone in the room making a quick scan of the persons around her. Leto and Maz stood out to her but sweeping her glance over her bethroed, Leto, she couldn't help but make a small twitch of a glare for half a second. If only she could find a way out of this marriage! |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 03:16 AM Post #6 |
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Original Poster: Calin Riegal Calin's eyes were shut, but he was not sleeping. No, there was far too much activity in his mind for sleeping right now. He had been mulling over the situation at hand, and even after hours of thinking that took up a good amount of their hyperspace trip, he had still come to no definite conclusions. He wasn't sure what it was, but there was something here that didn't add up. How did he get pulled along through all this, what was the purpose? Better yet, what were they doing now? Kuat's reputation was widespread, even on the relative isolation of Coruscant. The Drive Yards of legend were no more, but Kuat fielded a field basically unmatched by any other in the galaxy. He had no idea what Ra was planning on doing. Anything foolish would surely get them killed, quickly. Though, even Calin had to admit there appeared to be a fine but distinct line between regular foolish, and Ra's foolish. His always seemed to work out...barely. He glanced over as Ra asked to use his comm station, and saw Jesera's concern, and almost imperceptible nod. He knew that she didn't trust him either, but she seemed to have her own reasons for that as well, beyond simply what Calin had seen. It appeared that most people had their own agenda's to work with...there was a lot of secrecy aboard this ship. "Aye...its over there." Calin jerked his head towards the back of the cockpit, where a slightly worn looking but serviceable comm station was located. "But what ship is this?" Calin stood and stretched out, making a few adjustments to the controls as he stood. He set a course directly for Kuat, slowly, giving time for Ra to do...whatever it was he planned. He wasn't sure he liked the sound of 'getting their new ship ready'. It was extraordinarily unlikely that it was simply going to be an act of charity by the Kuati. Calin began strapping his various weapons back on from where he had discarded them near the beginning of the flight. He had a sinking feeling that it may come time to use them before too long. |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 03:18 AM Post #7 |
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Original Poster: Fjett d'Elteh The Nadeshi congregation walked with the group - they wanted to really see how this ship could be adapted to their needs. While obviously it came with everything necessary to run through every proving trial (or was so advertised), the Nadeshi had a certain penchant for only using the armor and frame - everything else had to be home-manufactured, according to specifications.... But that was beside the point. They now knew far more about their buyer then before - whoever it was, they also had the manufacturing capabilities to put out an entire squadron of new-class starfighters... and enough cash to buy a squad of Stealth-Xs. The Captain knew that stealth ships in Nadeshi space that couldn't verify themselves usually tried to run, and thus half the time destroyed, wondered how many of these vessels had managed to evade their fleet. If they were powered up, there was s slight chance he could know... But his ship and crew were never directed to H/K duty, like the Interceptor and the Auctorica et Nominae. Gharna, however, proved slightly more vocal. "I remember the name Triumph was the name of a Republic Destroyer. Does your clientele, mysterious as they are, have a chord of symbolism they like to strike?" ((OOC - Sorry, my original post went poof and I have work, so this is a little shorter then I wanted...)) |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 03:20 AM Post #8 |
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Original Poster: Ra Cul Maz smiled, his knowledge of events being tested. "The other squadron of fighters arrived only yesterday, and, honoring the buyer's request, we have not done more than observe them from the outside. None of my people have ever seen them, and we have no clue it's capabilities. The Stealth-X's, however, I'm told are the modified variety used by the Republic's Fade Squadron, some hundred or so years ago. Less invisibility, more sensors, to allow for non-Jedi pilots." D'Fyett turned to face Maz, somewhat suprised. "I thought the designs for those had never been disclosed?" Maz shrugged. "Our mysterious buyer seems to have gotten a hold of them, somehow or another. As for the vessel's name? The Triumph was more than a mere Republic warship. She was the vessel that once commanded the infamous 1st Fleet, and was later dropped on the Senate building, as the forces of the Black General finished their dark work. Hard to have missed that, when deciding on a name for a vessel, I'd imagine." The group wandered several halls, and took a single elevator, finally arriving on a less exposed bridge, more centrally located. It had familiar designs to the older Star Destroyer classes, as well as obvious similarities to Nadeshii designs, Chiss designs.....and numerous other designs. Seemingly just enough to keep an edge of familiarity to most major spacefaring races, yet maintain it's own unique individuality. "As you may have noticed, this bridge is somewhat streamlined. As I said before, this vessel has the Force specific modifications, to require less crew. Each of you can check the basic schematics we dowloaded to you, for the specifics of how your individual designs would compare." He crossed the bridge, to the communications relay, and placed his hand on the panel, near the flashing light evident on it. "This is Admiral Kayashi, on the Triumph. go ahead." ************************************************************** Ra smiled amiably, still stretching, and cracking his neck, as he crossed the crowded cockpit to the comm station. "Thanks eva so much, Calin, ol' chap." Ra's accent had shifted, sounding almost like a bastardized Mandalorian accent, yet somehow different. He winked at Adam, and turned to face the comm station, a sly grin on his face, as he keyed in a specific frequency, and awaited a reply. The reply came under a minute later, as if, even still, timing was.....everything. "This is Admiral Kayashi, on the Triumph, go ahead." "Ah, Admeerul. This is Arh Tsee. I have relayed my command codes, and am requesting docking permission. Please don't mind the means of mah arrival, our other transport had an encounter with some mercenaries, and we were forced to take what was available, to meet our timetable. Ah must say, howeva, Ah am anxious to see the ship, and what it can do." Ra leaned back in his chair, and sent the docking coordinates he recieved, to the nav computer, cutting the transmission without further talking. He turned, to face his companions, as the much larger warship cam slowly into view. "My friends, behold, the Triumph. Did I somehow forget to mention we had a ship waiting for us at Kuat?" |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 03:21 AM Post #9 |
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Original Poster: Adam Vren Ra winked at Adam, bit why Adam could not discern. Adam didn't let the gesture bother him as he began to follow Calin's example and gather his weapons. The new ship meant they would be getting out of this cramped transport, although how much room there would be on the new ship was yet to be discovered. Adam quickly gathered his few weapons he posessed while listening to Ra's conversation with the Admiral, though this only created more questions. In the conversation Ra referred to himself as Arh Tsee, which meant that there was deception in more than just his new accent. What was the reason for this deception? Once again Adam stopped himself from questioning their current leader by convincing himself that Ra was just here on someone elses behalf and that he had to act that way, or that there was some other plausible reason for the deception. Though part of what he said was the truth, regarding the run in with the mercenaries and being forced to use their current ship. This fact helped put Adam's mind at ease. Adam lowered his head to hide his eyes. He knew you could tell alot about a person and what they were thinking/how they felt by what you saw in their eyes and he did not want his current doubt to be obvious since he hoped it was only to be a passing thought. Ra had cut the communication and motioned to the large warship that had suddenly become the focus of everyone's attention saying something to the effect of it being their new ship. Adam didn't catch exactly what Ra said, as he was too busy gawking at their new mode of transportation, his faith in Ra completely restored. |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 03:23 AM Post #10 |
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Original Poster: Leto Exellius It was an infectious buzz in the force as he felt a familiar yet new presence come into the fold. The presence all but overjoyed the young Leto who could not let it go away. Dreams he had, and the familiar scenery... It was too blurry to be sure. His eagerness seemed drained changing him to be more alert and stoic. Despite Irruli's words of safety he knew something would happen he would not like. However he also knew it would not end here. Leto simply sighed locking a firm gaze of aggressive inquisition through a group. Tiesa, the woman he was to be married to as a sign of peace and a slave. It should of been awkward for him to hold this lock when the marriage and romance the public would expect should unerve him. It did not, far from it. Something in him knew Tiesa was his opposite but it was only in form of thought. Both were royal blood and received higher treatment for it. Both of them had known tragedies from young ages, but what they forged in reaction was very different. Leto used his mind as his blade and cut through aggression with rhetoric of peace. Tiesa on the other hand was warrior picked from a fruitful tree of chaos her blades were her mind, every passing swing her mind would echo and seek. Together true they would be a deadly mix, but it worked against them and he knew it. "Spoiled... irresponsible... and troubled." Leto thought to himself with intensity in his eyes as his body shifted directions to the Princess. He held himself in a motion with dignity and a suprising strength for a boy who spoke of passivity. Meanwhile Vaskus seeing Leto's movements wished to follow, but was stopped by the thick and strong barring arm of Irruli who looked down to the servant. It was a single look that made Vaskus back up. Leto's walk was to be alone. He would not need either of them in this meeting. It played to all of his advantages... Social Communications. "My honor to finally meet you..." Leto would speak bowing before Tiesa with her guards to her dislike hiding her between themselves. Leto's eyes observed how lax she was leaning against the wall. Such composure was sure to invite opportunity for the right type. It was almost disturbing to him as he stood firm and regulated. "I have heard much of you from the Royal guards that accompanied me upon the Ebony Squire. You have quite the notoriety for your personality, and aggressive forms of diplomacy." The smoothness in his voice gave a soft impression of insinuation along with the gaze he locked. A small smirk formed as he observed. He was calculating every bit of everything. Curiosity drove his mind into the dredges of his very measures of thoughts with interest. He already knew a few things but he would leave to clever trial and error to prove things different. Suddenly like a shake in his body the presence became closer and intruded into his thought. It almost threw him off his investigation upon the princess. Suddenly things froze as his form of consciousness shifted far from reality pulling him into the melting center of the force. Like the world around him was moving at speeds far beyond his own perception things began to melt and change. Leto was in a sudden dark place that was of cool environment, but the one thing that was distinct was the that singular irritating echo in the force was eye to eye with Leto. The enviroment around this undefinable figure was just as vague. There was a clash of lights with the darkness he was in with cascades of gray. Leto closed his minds eyes falling into a pitch blackness, but only opened to two pairs of eyes with the iris in flames. A mans face he had seen before was present. He knew this man though Leto realized he had yet to know him. There was a link to this man and it tugged closer as the intimidating presence voice asked with a smooth conformed grin, "What do you see?" As if Leto had not witnessed the past few minutes unfolding things popped back into place and his eyes were stunned and still locked upon the Tiesa's. It must of have been strange the guards stared at him with a questioning look, but he could not shake the strangeness of the vision himself. It was unusual yet tied all the same to the current situation. That singular echo... What was it... Was it the man? What sort of question was that? But what did Leto see... what did Leto see in those eyes? That was it those eyes held it all. Leto was sure of it the Vision held much hidden importance and those eyes would show him what he was needed to see. |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 03:24 AM Post #11 |
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Original Poster: Teslan What was supposed to be a routine negotiation with the Kuati authorities over an order of warships was quickly ruining Teslan's day. Things had seriously gotten out of control since his arrival making him very uneasy. If there was one thing in the galaxy that Teslan couldn't stand, it was being unable to maintain control over a situation. Just as he thought nothing else could muck things up any more, another ship exited hyperspace, a transport. Being Kuat, the busiest and most profitable ship yard in the galaxy, Teslan didn't think twice about the arrival of another ship...at first. However as the ship approached he was nearly overcome by an overwhelming sense of anxiety. He didn't know what was going on, but he new he had to be cautious in dealing with the next few hours. Just then, he heard a drawling voice on the bridge commspeakers. Apparently the owner, or at least an agent of the owner had arrived. So Arh Tsee, he thought, You are the one my nerves are on edge about. A man with his kind of resources, I hope my gut is wrong for once. |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 03:25 AM Post #12 |
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[/u]Original Poster: Tiesa Asheni[/u] Teisa looked up at Leto when he turned and walked up to her and bowed. The only movement she made in acknowledgement to him was to incline her head ever so slightly to him. Other than that she stood there perfectly still. Her posture on the outside relaxed, yet it did not hold true relaxation. It was the relaxed pose of a panther waiting to strike, ready to leap out at its prey. She tilted her head however when his eyes grew distant for a bit. She could only guess why, maybe he had had a vision of some sorts as well. She wasn't for sure if that was right or not, but it was the conculsion she was going with for the moment. Pushing herself off the wall she walked up to him shouldering her way past her guards glaring at them until the took a step back. Once they had she turned back to Leto. "The honor is mine," she said with fiegned politeness. Bird, she thought to herself. Pasicist bird. |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 03:26 AM Post #13 |
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Original Poster: Calin Riegal Calin was rightly confused. Ra's accent seemed to shift as he began to talk into the comm station, evidently communicating with an Admiral on a ship called the triumph? What business Ra would have with an Admiral, especially under an alias Calin didn't know, but he would wager that it wasn't good. Calin had to stop his jaw from dropping as the warship that they were steering towards came slowly into view. It was massive, and most clearly state of the art. That was their ship? Or was that the ship that Ra planned to make theirs? A lofty goal to be sure.... "You mentioned we had a ship, didn't let us in on the fact that you planned on hijacking a Kuati warship..." Calin said, shaking his head in mild disbelief. But what was to be done at this point? They were already too close to that ship, docking and command codes submitted. Any attempt to turn and run would likely result in them being shot down before they could conceive jumping into hyperspace. All that was really left was to do it, and hope that Ra's planning and seemingly immeasurable luck would not run dry any time soon. Considering their recent escapades, Calin was grudgingly willing to admit that if anyone had a chance of pulling this off, it was Ra. Calin sighed lightly. "Very well then" he said, walking over to the comm station and setting the channel back to the crew quarters. "Troops, prepare yourself, your valor may be called upon shortly. Prepare your weapons and armor, double time." He then turned back to Ra. "My men will be ready within minutes. We can call upon them if needed, each one is worth their mettle. I hope you know what you're doing Ra..." |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 03:27 AM Post #14 |
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Original Poster: Fjett d'Elteh ((OOC; Sorry about the wait)) Gharna flinched. The diea had finally caught up to her that she was inside one of the largest vessels ever made in a hundred years - and probably the most versitile of all of them. The Nadeshi had only comissioned two vessels of the same tonnage twenty years ago to replace their own aging vessels, and then their financial system had a demon's worth of time paying them off. And now she was comissioned to buy four of the same vessel. However, the government she represented did not know of the new technology, ergo - stick to conduct, and wait about three weeks before making the order? Or to get ahead slightly? Even then, while the design seemed Nadeshi, Or at least to the Captain, she thought, the construction would have to be altered for the military's specifications. A standard Imperial-II and a Nadeshi Imperial-II were two different beasts, or so she knew. In the meantime, she reaffirmed herself that this alliance would be the beginning of a new age, doubtful though of the oligarchys that it constrained - the despotistic Mandolorians, the monarchys of Kuat and Prise, and the oligarchy of the . During this time the Captain spoke deferred with the Operator. His duty was to be the escort to the Liasion Officer, and how they were about to meet a "mysterious" buyer slightly set him off. So, since there was a walking database right next to him, he deferred. "<Is there any mention of this being in Intel?" he asked the Operator in his native language. Gharna, suddenly coming out of thinking, looked over. "<No,>" the Operator replied. Before Gharna could ask, Captain Yer turned, stepped foreward so that he could be noticed, and inquired to Maz in an interested tone, "How long have you known your buyer, Admiral?" Normally he wouldn't go above the negotiator, but in theory, any person of note would be in an Operator's database, regardless of whether or not they were wanted. Or relevant. |
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| Cul | Jun 9 2009, 03:28 AM Post #15 |
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Original Poster: Ra Cul Ra turned back to Calin, and had to restrain himself from laughing. "Calin, will you just land this rusty old rig in the shuttle bay, as directed. We're not planning on stealing anything. That ship, is ours. Bought and paid for, by some good friends of mine, about a year or so ago. Tell your men, and the refugees, instead of arming up, to try and make themselves as presentable as possible, and be ready to man stations, on a much larger ship. And...if you have any engineers....have them assemble some manual laborers, cuz....engineering will need the most assistance, I'd imagine." He turned back to the comm station, and set his accent back to the same lilt. "Ah, Thanks, Admiral. I imagine we'll be landing in a moment. Mah command crew will join you on the bridge momentarily. Arh Tsee out." He turned again, folding his arms triumphantly, and switching his gaze between Calin, and the controls, suggestively, a few times. "Let's not keep them waiting, eh?" He glanced at Adam, and tossed him a quick wink, as he grinned almost like a child who'd just gotten a reallu big toy..... ************************************************************** Maz turned to face the Nadeshii, a thoughtful expression on his face. He stroked his chin for a few moments, then shrugged. "I don't believe we've known the buyer at all, prior to their purchase. They paid well, especially with the plans for the ship being provided, and handed to us, after the trial period. Their man, Arh Tsee? Never heard of him. But he submitted the correct codes, and we were told to expect something a little less than what we'd expect, when their man arrived to collect their ship." He looked over the others, the betrothed two, obviously were a bad mismatch. He shook his head slowly. Political marriages were never easy, and he didn't actually approve of this one. But, that was the Queen's call, not his. The Chiss was nervous. A lot was happening, and his race had been in relative isolation for many years. Tha Mandalorian seemed almost is if he was expecting things to be moving as they were, but Maz knew him to be a veteran warrior, and so it could have just been composure. The Nadeshii were curious, almost to the point of paranoia, but again, isolationism will have that affect. "I wouldn't worry, my friends. Even with a single Dawnstrike Class as a flagship, our mysterious buyers hardly have anything that would make them a threat to our alliance." |
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