Kuat

[Onderin Starlisk]

"The station is exploding, sir," the scanner officer said. "Readouts appear to be normal."

 

"Admiral!" a comm came over the speakers. "We have visual--something is very wrong about this. It's not an explosion...there appears to be an electric energy pulse heading through space towards us."

 

"How much time do we have?" Onderin asked the sensor officer.

 

"Three minutes until it reaches us," came the reply. "We have plenty of time to get out of here."

 

The Alliance fleet was fully EMP proof, but the Jedi Master wasn't sure if this was, per se, an EMP blast. He would rather not take any chances. "Can you confirm the destruction of the shipyard?"

 

"Yes, sir," the officer replied. ((I assume.))

 

"Then we're done here," the Admiral stated. "Get us into hyperspace on my mark."

 

"Coordinates already set."

 

"Mark."

 

As quickly as they had arrived, the Alliance fleet was gone.

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Not quite. Operational with week, improvements (as all save Golans are currently available) within three.

 

IC:

"Commander, the Alliance? The Fleetyards."

 

"Gone, sir. Damaged, repairable, estimated to months before operational status."

 

The Captain stroked his chin, "Summon the workers. Population?"

 

"Stable, sir."

 

The Captain breathed out calmly, "So, the feint succeeded, have Repair Crews and Containment Crews sent down there immediately. We have work to do."

 

And with that... the Imperials set about rebuilding the Orbital Foundries, with plans for Hutt Netbombs, Spatial Mines, and Defense Platforms to be build about the facility.

[Onderin Starlisk]

OOC: Did you really think I wouldn't at least make sure?

 

IC: Approximately three minutes and thirty-six seconds later, the Alliance fleet reappeared from hyperspace. They had jumped into hyperspace to evade the explosion, but the last sensor reports had been too confused to confirm the destruction of the shipyards. Since they had confirmation that the explosion was electrical, a ploy was likely.

 

Admiral Starlisk stood from his chair when the reversion was complete. "Report," he said.

 

"Admiral, feint confirmed. The shipyards are intact. The Empire looks like it didn't expect us to come back so soon," came the reply.

 

"Alright," the Jedi Master said. "Let's start the whole process over again. Launch fighters and form into the crescent formation. The SSD is still gone, as are the Deuces and Starcruisers. Let's mop up."

 

The fleet moved in at full speed, spewing Series 4 E-wings, A-wings, XJ-series X-wings and advanced K-wing bombers. Turbolaser range was soon reached, and long-range bombardment ensued, blasts hitting rapidly failing shields. The shipyard simply wasn't intended to be able to defend itself on its own--it required escort.

 

Mon Calamari was different, but not capable of holding off an entire fleet on its own, either. But, at least how the Admiral saw it, the Empire would never have enough of a fleet to overcome Mon Calamari while the Alliance had enough to defend it. The advantage gained at Coruscant had to be taken advantage of now , and this was the first time taking Kuat would be doable since the Campaign, when the Empire's fleet had been deployed elsewhere, distracted by feints and smaller detachments of the Alliance fleet.

 

"If the corvettes and frigates come in, double-team them. They're hardly a match for a Starcruiser anyway, but I don't want to take any chances," Onderin ordered, pacing. "Also, I'd like an update in the hole the ramship put in our hole."

 

"Technicians have already gotten shields up over it," an officer responded. "The decks have been sealed and the fires extinguished. We're back to maximum combat capacity but for the lost guns. We're just a little lighter."

 

The Corellian Jedi nodded. "Good. Let's head up the bombardment ourselves then. Give the station a broadside and have the Indignation and the Salvation cover for us. We don't know whether the shipyard is going to self-destruct again and if it will be real this time, so let's destroy it first," he ordered. There would be no mistakes this time.

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Honestly, I expected you to do it. You're far too incapable of leaving something alone, its not in your character. So, don't take it personal when I pull underhanded tactic and arse-prick moves.

 

IC:

 

Several minutes had passed since the Imperial Fleet had left Kuat, enough time for the overarch to actually occur, deceit and lies are a wonderful tool to imply on others. With the Alliance actually near the the base structure, and the Command Ship itself coming so close... it was inevitable to get caught in the true blast radius.

 

The reactor core was about to breach, that wasn't a lie... it hadn't exploded. It was set to... a base in its own right, taking little time to rebuild to its current status of barely a foundry, was as the Captain's Aide had ordered. In fact, if ever there were a scheme in the Empire's favor... the brave Alliance Admiral had stepped right into it.

 

The program was meant to induce the fake resolution of an energy wave, the Alliance had escaped the first scheme and saw through one deception, but fooled once, didn't stop them from being fooled twice. The large explosion catapulted a huge expanse of ion and matter energy right into the assembled Alliance Fleet soon after they began unleashing their payload. The Salvation was caught in one of the direct beams of the assault, quickly erupting into cinders as the shields and hull were overrun with the unleash of energy. The other ships, fortunately were crafted with defense and powerful shielding in mind, a credit to the Alliance's engineers no doubt. However, the massive energy unleashed did overrun their shields and logically knocked off their bums several Alliance brass. Rocketing through all the ships, not to mention the debris field burning up or tearing small holes in ship hulls. Not to mention the hundreds of K-wings, E-wings, A-wings, X-wings, etc., that got caught up in the blast and were reduced to space dust...

 

It was about that exact moment in time that the Imperial Cavalry arrived, a Deuce and the Imperial Mon Calamari 90a's quickly taking up concentrated Broadside fire on the other side of the Crescent, positioning themselves with other Alliance ships in the way of their guns. Imperial pilots clamored to the skies from the bays flooding the skies with Defenders and Scimitar Bombers who set to work upon the numbed capital ships. The Super-class Star Destroyer's ion cannons and turbolasers concentrating on another of the Alliance vessels.

 

It would not take long for the Alliance to recover from the sucker punch, but the Imperials were already at the ready with Gamma and Delta Class Troop Transports making their way towards the Alliance vessels, nesting themselves along their hulls and cracking through. Shock Troopers with Heavy Firepower, Crimson Dawn units, Dark Troopers and the common Storm Trooper in overwhelming numbers piercing the Alliance ships...

 

A special elite detachment was already en route for the weakened, though uber-powerful Star Defender herself... a person for the Alliance Admiral himself.

 

((Edited for Accuracy, not Deuces, a Deuce and the Mon Cals))

Edited February 10, 2006 by Guest

[Abaddon]

Discreetly the black Blastboat exited its base, subtle and quiet--hardly noticeable in the chaos of battle, while so many other ships swirled around ignorantly following patterns designed to make them die in the most effective ways. The ship's heavy weaponry stayed all but inactive, the force and expert piloting skills rendering such pointless displays of power unnecessary. He had not come to waste time taking potshots at the peons of the Republic workhorse.

 

The ship landed in the middle of a hanger on the Star Defender, dashing through its breached defenses to land him and his crew, inside a few ships that would be soon behind him, into the belly of the beast.

 

Republic commandoes lined up at his hatch, prepared to take on the invading force. When the door slot open a howl in their minds compelled them to fire, blindly, stupidly, into the dark passage of the ship-intent on killing whatever had been riding. A few moments of fire were followed closely by several of silence; the horrifying wait before one could truly count himself as safe again. This silence, this fear was only quantified when sweating brow of the commander was pierced by a thin steel knife, thrown with such a force and skill that his helmet provided no contest, and he was drawn down to his knees, to die in agony while desperately squeezing the trigger of his automatic weapon to shoot wildly at what his failing mind couldn't see wasn't the enemy. During this, when an entire force of men was suddenly taken by the challenge of having to dodge the fire of the man that they had expected to lead them, was His chance to stop this annoyance from delaying him any further.

 

A hail of knives glided through the air, each with such speed and accuracy that the commandos had not the comprehension to notice them, much less to avoid them before they had embedded firmly in their soft flesh. As they stood, desperately gasping for help trying to dislodge the light steel from their necks or shoulder, He set forth a final tactical strike, using bolts of force lightning, attracted by the metal knives and guided to their lodging, to stop the hearts of the opposing force, annihilating their combat integrity with the second of two motions.

 

At last the hooded figure stepped off his ship, drawing his curved blade ghurka to quickly assault and decapitate the few remaining members of the force that had been sent to stop him. As the head of the final soldier hit the ground with the dull thunk of their cheap helmets, He finally lowered his hood, exposing his face to the warm air of the slightly overheated Star Defender. His piercing blue eyes scanned the area, settling on the Imperial transport that landed just behind him.

 

”œSee to it that I need not do your job again, sergeant,”

[Onderin Starlisk]

OOC: I should've hoped that our sensors would have warned us that the reactor was still critical. Just because I don't know something OOC doesn't mean my people IC can't figure it out themselves. Actually, that's a pet peeve of mine, though I repeatedly just have to go with it... Even Onderin's danger sense would have picked that up....

 

Abaddon, I highly doubt you could just come up and land while we still have shields up (the blast didn't take them out, especially if I didn't beat more than one MC90a), but I'll let it pass. A blastboat can't carry more than a dozen troops at most, and the Star Defender has perhaps a couple hundred thousand aboard....

 

IC: Admiral Starlisk shook his head. He hadn't been quite fast enough to destroy the station before it exploded, taking out another of his ships and greatly reducing the shields on the rest. Just then three capital ships showed up to try and take advantage of the temporary chaos.

 

But the Alliance still had eight ships, the Star Defender and seven MC90as...he imagined that he could call a replacement from Mon Calamari if he really needed it. It was amazing how fast the Calamarians could construct their ships, which generally lasted a much longer time, even in consistant combat engagements.

 

The Jedi Master still had to get things back into focus. He stretched out with the Force, instantly attuned to its currents. He reached out across the fleet with his well-developed and still-developing abilities, dispersing the fleet with a feeling of calm control. They would not worry too much at the moment about why the blast had occured or how the Empire had pulled it off. They would focus on simply destroying the Imperial captial ships and getting damages under control...hull breaches had occured on almost every ship in the fleet, though all were minor, even compared with the hole the ramship had opened.

 

"What is the status of our formation?" Onderin asked.

 

"Formation is holding, though jarred in a few places. The Empire is rather fond of the spear-head formation, and that's basically what we have against them now, though broader," someone answered.

 

"Alright," the Admiral answered calmly. "Swing the left side around to close around the Imperials. We have the advantage in number here, so we can afford to close around them."

 

His orders were carried out with suprising efficiency. The speed of Alliance technicians and design specialties of the Mon Calamari cruisers showed up as shield arrays were already being replaced, giving the Imperials something to fire their turbolasers harmlessly into. It was truly amazing how fast this was done, giving second wind to the fleet.

 

Already coordinated return fire was being initiated. The Deuce was a floating hunk of space junk before it could do so much as give a broadside. Onderin's Force technique had been more effective than anyone had thought possible, increasing morale across the board.

 

Many starfighters had been destroyed, almost half of total capacity, but many (mostly E-wings and A-wings) had had the time to flee the explosion at high speeds and many more had been out of range already when things had blown up. They regrouped with the rest of the fleet, turning on the incoming capital ships and engaging TIEs.

 

"Sir, we have boarding craft heading our way," an officer reported.

 

"Take them out," Onderin ordered. "They're coming from the Imperial hangar bays, which we have multiple angles on. Destroy them as they come out, before they can spread out and attempt to slip through the dogfight."

 

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Meanwhile, Abaddon's arrival had not gone unnoticed. Hangar security immediately reported the boarding party. Immediately an internal turbolaser turret fired and destroyed the blastboat, then fired again on the boarding team.

 

At the same time, a group of two dozen troops were sent to investigate with A280 blaster rifles and concussion grenades.

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Well, I didn't take out half the ships as frankly, that'd be too much. As for you guys picking it were critical or not, you came back, its not impossible that you read one thing, are meant to receive something, receive it, believe it and act. Then, surprise... Jedi do get caught off-guard. Secondly, the Skipray Blastboat didn't bring with it the scores of troops that are presently aboard the Star Defender. The scores of Troop Dropships, Gamma and Delta (with capacities of 80 and 40 troopers a piece) did. Considering they flood the hangar bays, escorted by fighters and the escort ships. Most would be fine.

 

IC:

 

The large crescent shape was beginning to turn around, not before the dropships which had made their way for the most part on their own, having regrouped outside of the chaos beforehand had made their way through most ships. Numbering in the thousands, dispersed throughout most of the ships while they were just struck by the large explosions. Despite reactivating their shields the SSD quickly crushed one more Mon Calamari Cruiser, the Imperial's own Cruisers repairing and improving their shields.

 

Troopers had spread about the Alliance Fleet, moving in droves and striking from multiple angles, the dropships striking at systems and troopers dodging into the Hangar Bay control stations, executing most Alliance soldiers in their path. It would still be nearly impossible to make it to the bridge of the Cruisers, but only time could tell. Or if not, the troopers would be sacrificed for the Empire as a whole...

 

The Nebulon-B Frigates, though small in their own right had appeared along with the Corellian Corvettes and began relaying support for more dropships originating from the SSD. Its guns hammering away at the Fleet. The MC90a's formed a defensive screen of the capital ship, allowing their broadsides to fire upon their Alliance counterparts.

 

With the sacrificial lambs of the Empire, the KDFs still lurking, it would only be a matter of time. Even if the Empire were defeated above the skies of Kuat, what did it accomplish for the Alliance? For, they'd return and rebuild and the process would be repeated...

[Onderin Starlisk]

OOC: Now I just feel like this is a mess, honestly.

 

By the way, ISDs and MC90s wouldn't carry more than a dozen landing craft each, and the SSD wouldn't carry more than twice that many. You can't field more than 100 or so right now...hardly the thousands that you posted dispersing.

 

Finally, with this boarding, what will determine success?

 

IC: Concentrated fire destroyed all but a few of the landing craft, entire squadrons of E-wings designated with the task of hunting them down. It only took a pair of torpedoes to knock one out of existance, and the advanced starfighters carried those in abundance.

 

The troops that got aboard Starcruisers were met by staunch resistance. Security forces were centralized outside the hangar bay and along the corridors that led to key components and locations, including by not exclusive to engineering and the bridge. Any stormtroopers that got through wouldn't be allowed to go far--there were not only far more Alliance soldiers blocking their paths, but these were hardly the soldiers of the Galactic Civil War. They were well-trained from programs that had developed over two hundred ongoing years of war and they were armed with powerful A280 blaster rifles.

 

Meanwhile, the space battle raged on. "Shields failing," an officer reported to Admiral Starlisk.

 

"Move back out of the battle for now until we can get them back up," he answered. "Have the Reliance and the Truth absorb the shots intended for us with their fresh shields."

 

The Dauntless was mobile for a ship of its size, and it was soon safe behind cover. "Now," Onderin said, "concentrate all firepower on that Super Star Destroyer."

 

The flagship would be the next thing to go.

 

OOC: I didn't destroy anything...are you going to comply? Destroying an SSD is hardly a one-post action. Meanwhile, trying to avoid what you did last time--an eye for an eye--I'm drawing back so that you can't destroy the Star Defender, though it's less of an offensive factor now.

[Abaddon]

((OCC: Your Demise.))

 

The former Dark Lord was slowly losing faith in the power of the worthless gun toting morons that had been sent with him, feeling now that they almost certainly couldn't be trusted to do their jobs, easy as they were, to his satisfaction. If he wanted it done right, as always, he would be forced to do the job himself.

 

As Abaddon approached the rear line of a failing offensive, he was quickly noticed and saluted by its commanding officer.

 

"Failure."

 

His hand quickly went to the lightsaber at his side, where he activated and slashed once in a fluid upward arc, cleaving the officer through the middle before he could make his excuses. He lowered the red saber back to his belt, deactivating it quickly before placing it on the loop. He turned around, his attention drawn to a soldier that bore a special mark on his arm, signifying that he had a specialty in slicing. He was quite a bit shorter than the other soldiers, and his armor didn't quite match, suggesting that he was likely a human remnant of an old Venom unit. At the far end of the hall was a terminal. The course of action was not a difficult one to plan.

 

An imperial soldier fell backward onto Abaddon, a large smoking hole in his shoulder. The look of disdain for their incompetence in his face matched only the fury that was welling up in his mind.

 

"Do I have to do everything myself?!"

 

The Sith Master's fist slammed into the helmet of an Imperial, knocking him out of the way to make room. Now faced with a wall of the Republic Elites, he extended his hand. Instantly the firing from the Republic side stopped, and for a brief moment there was silence--cut short by the horrible scream of a soldier feeling his fingers being bent backwards to the point where the cleanly snapped off, rendering him totally unable to wield a weapon. The firing line slowly broke apart as all of the men and women of their pathetic militia were individually subjected to the same punishment, until all that stood where once a proud force of morons took arms was a sniveling pile of fingerless cowards. The Defenseless squad was cut down quickly by the Imperial blaster fire, who knew they would be next if they actually made the Sith do all of the work.

 

Abaddon grabbed the tech specialist by the collar of his armor, ripping off his helmet and then throwing him in front of the terminal.

 

"Turn the defenses on the Alliance. Now."

 

The slicer went to work slowly, plugging in some kind of device to aid in his job. He seemed slow, ignorant, and the look on his face as he examined the unfamiliar screen was less than reassuring. Abaddon's gloved hand landed on the back of slicer's head.

 

"Work Faster," resonated on the inside of his mind, his efforts now growing more paced and exact as he was pumped with the power of the Dark Side. His fingers went to the keys faster, his eyes now fixed dead in the center of the screen.

 

"Faster." Abaddon began going through him memories and unlocking everything that he thought he'd forgotten about the courses in slicing, making his effectiveness jump ten fold. He suddenly seemed quite familiar with the system, addressing prompts before the computer could fully load them on the screen.

 

"Faster damnit! Faster!" The slicer's eyes began to bulge as his fingers went to a pace that seemed to defy the limitations of human dexterity. Entire lines of code appeared on the screen in seconds. His breathing grew heavier, and his jaw now hung wide open.

 

"C'mon!" The Slicer hit the enter key just before a stream of blood shot out of his eyes and covered monitor, a low moan escaping his frozen lips as he fell to the ground, his potential spent and his body now lifeless.

 

Deep in the core of the ship the defenses computer controller went crazy, changing the targets it was previously set to attack now to be the only ones it wouldn't. The hand aimed cannons lost all power. The hangar turbolasers turned on any stragglers of their fleet, blowing them up before turning on the Republic forces that had used it to guard their backs. Best of all, the interface controller on the computer burst into flames, ensuring that nobody would be changing it back until the whole system could be overhauled. Only the surveillance systems stayed in control of the Alliance, which only served to keep Onderin right on course with the deaths his soldiers suffered, cut down by their own defenses or routed and screaming as they were defeated by the gradually strengthening Imperial forces.

 

Abaddon turned his back on the force he had been using, taking up the path he had been walking since before this delay. He would finish this job at the bridge, where the Jedi resided.

[Onderin Starlisk]

OOC: Heck if you can do that in one post.

 

IC: The battle in the hangar bay grew more intense as the Sith Master took matters into his own hands. It appeared that he was killing almost as many of his own troops as he was Alliance soldiers, so, as the next wave of Alliance soldiers came in, little work was to be done.

 

An experienced Alliance technician easily shut off the access the Imperial slicer had from the hangar bay. Moments later, that slicer was killed by a convergence of blaster fire from an A280 blaster rifle.

 

"Spread out! He can't block everything!" an officer called. The troops formed a circle around the former Dark Lord, sending converging blaster fire at him from all directions. He wouldn't be able to concentrate on them all at the same time, and more Alliance troops were arriving by the second, determined to stop this incursion in the hangar bay.

 

OOC: You're a PC, but that doesn't mean you can't be killed by NPCs.

[Abaddon]

((OOC: You can't just ignore my actions because you don't feel their fair. Call a mod if you think that. There are tons of things you can do other than just say what I did didn't happen. I'd try the doors. I didn't lock you out of all the systems, I just turned the turrets on you--and as it turns out, you never really much defined this ship, so you can fairly easily just say they're only in the hangar. Throwing the doors shut would slow us down pretty quick. A bit late now, but oh well.

 

And as a side note, I'm pretty sure there was a rule agreed upon that said that only specially trained FU killing troops could, indeed, kill FUs. Something about after that last ground invasion at the backside of the Sith attack on the temple Fiasco. But, that doesn't matter, because as sound as your attack logic is, you didn't account for two things.

 

1. There's no chance that I'd post just losing the fight, and

2. There's plenty of solid ways to counteract this attack.))

 

As the rush of troops came in Abaddon began to grow frustrated. The commander of this army was some combination of persistent and desperate. As their sites of their guns moved to seek out the Sith Lord, a huge shower of sparks flashed behind them, followed by the quick blackening of the room as the lights lost powers. Their helmets lacked visors, as was the republic standard, and in an instant they were rendered useless. Abaddon was a Sith, and through the force he needed no sight. He could see entire squad, now frantic and lost, having been unable to get off a single shot at the crafty Abaddon.

 

He drew his twin swords, black steel that would not give his position in the darkness and silently charged toward the line's end. The force silenced his moments, allowing him to get mere inches from the "elite soldiers" without them having the slightest warning. The echo of his blades ripping through the exposed flesh of the soldiers and their meandering, implacable gurgles for air were the only sounds that managed to penetrate the darkness. The warmth of a spray of blood from their nearest neighbors was the only feeling they sensed before the cold steel tore into them. Abaddon danced through the army, chopping it to pieces without the slightest hint of difficulty. They could not fire, for they had formed such a miserable flank that doing so would just as likely result in the mowing down of their friends. So they just waited, fumbling in the blackness and desperately praying for a miracle that did not come.

 

The light flickered back on only once, just in time to reveal the scene as he had painted. Blood splattered walls and limbs strewn about the floor, desperate blood handprints on the floor, walls, and all over the bodies caused by suffocating men grasping for help. The pool of blood went from wall to wall, and Abaddon was quite literally soaked in it. His blue eyes were still calm, though his faces wrinkled with anger. The Sith Master was quite resolute now--he was done playing with these pawns.

 

The Sith sheathed his blades and disappeared into the darkness once more, weaving in and out of the halls avoiding conflicts with the force to hide his movements and a bit of simple ingenuity to take them past the eye of the republic. Working solo he was finally able to slip past the Alliance guard and board the lift to take him to the bridge.

 

The turbolift door opened behind Onderin, a decapitated officer's head* lying on the ground, explaining how Abaddon had gotten past retinal scan to board the lift in the first place.

 

The Sith Lord held his hand out, crushing blasters into scrap metal as they were pointed at him with simple gestures to the force. The doors sealed shut behind him, a small electrical fire erupting from where the magnetic seal was invisibly tampered with to stay shut. Abaddon threw a single bolt of force lightning at Onderin as a taunt, or perhaps an honorable demand for his attention as the battle started. In either case, it was now painfully clear that Onderin would be able to stall the duel no longer. The Sith threw his robe back, resting his fingers on his lightsaber hilt and placing his blood encrusted thumb on the release switch.

 

((OOC: Now, I respectfully request a duel of 3 posts. I'm flexible on the mod, but I'd like KvC, if that's alright with you.

 

*Or an officer's hand, or a bloody ID card, or a cowering mind-raped officer who could do nothing but repeat the codes. Really, it doesn't matter, so don't try to say that isn't your security system. Especially since it wasn't very clearly defined. ))

[Onderin Starlisk]

OOC: I'm posting this to make sure you don't three-day me. I'd like to finish getting fleet combat reworked in the WBS thread before we do anything more here.

 

If we decide to keep this attack a factual occurance, then I'll duel you if you wish.

[Abaddon]

((OOC:...You should have just posted. This is obnoxious, and I'm not going to wait for you to clear up the new rules. It's been three days since you told me not to three day rule you. I'm not waiting any longer.))

 

Abaddon dashed toward his foe with the force at his back, increasing his speed and grace. He drew his saber into his first swing, igniting the blade the instant it came off his belt and driving it upward. Onderin's lightsaber, not yet activated, fell to the floor. His severed arm came after, followed closely by the lower half of his body, cut diagonally from hip to armpit. Abaddon's gloved fingers clutched tightly around Onderin's face, holding up the remainder of his body and acting as a conduit for Abaddon to penetrate Onderin's mind.

 

He sensed many things as the Jedi master died, for instance how it felt to have ones stomach sliding out the open end of your body cavity. Pain... Disappointment... Peaceful, though he tried to remain. He captured every synapse, experiencing Onderin's life as it passed through his mind. It was a surreal experience, which he bothered with only to make up for the disappointment he had felt in the speed of the duel. The last of Onderin's now lifeless body fell to the ground.

 

No challenge, yet again.

[Sasori]

Nokrt flys into Kuat and lands at an available landing pad. He expects an imperial welcoming party but no one comes.

 

It was not his desire to encounter the imperials just yet but he did need a new ship. Hopefully they will have someting to his liking.

 

Perhaps a Lambda will do. It can carry at least 26 people maximum. Plus it can be upgraded with more armaments should they be required.

 

Nokrt heads over to a counter where a Merchant for Sienar Fleet Systems could be seen

How much for a Lambda Class Shuttle? The Chiss asks politely but with a hint of force in his voice.

 

20,000 credits. However the ship you came in looks very nice and interesting. You could trade it in and the shuttle will only cost you 5,000

 

This couldn't have been better for this chiss because he only had around 18,000 credits on hand.

 

Sure Nokrt replies, Just let me take my things from on board and its all yours

 

Great doin' business with you, your ship is on landing pad 257 brand new too

 

The Chiss gave a short bow and left to his ship. He retrieved his possesions from the small fighter including the data in his navicomputer which he wiped after downloading it to his datapad. He then left for pad 257.

 

He found his ship ready for him and it was beautiful. The white on it was still shiny not rusty or dirty from battle. looking around the ship he realized it had no nickname. That would be something he would have to do later. As he entered the ship he uploaded his navicomputer into its and recalibrated his beckon call for this ship and took off towards Coruscant...

Edited February 20, 2006 by Guest

[Sasori]

scratch

[Yaj Rekomreh]

Yaj lowered the ship to a landing pad at the small fighters section of Kuat Drive Yards. He kept the ship prepped and turned around to face Wroclaw who still happened to be gazing at everything in sight.

 

"Wroclaw this is an Imperial Station so you must know that will not treat you kindly. They are a very alien hating people. And, after your peoples events during the Battle of Endor they would like you even less so stick close to me and here..." continued Yaj as he pulled out a DL-44 BlasTech out of his storage compartment close to the cockpit."Keep this at your side, it will prove useful in case but i doubt you'll need it"

 

At this Yaj pointed to the Vibrosword in the sheath on his back. At this Yaj headed out of the Ship and headed to the nearest purchasing area.

 

When he arrived there he saw a man who looked quite friendly and eager to see a buyer besides an Imperial telling him what they need.

 

"Hello there and welcome to Kuat Drive Yards I am Mr.Sillono what is your prospect for today?" He asked kindly.

 

Yaj looked at the man an stated "I am looking for an Eta 2 Actis Interceptor do you happen to have one in stock?"

 

It took a moment as the man searched the system for the ship.

 

"It turns out we have a few in stock. One comes out to a grand total of 10,000 credits" said Mr.Sillono

 

Yaj paid for the ship and handed Wroclaw a beckon call and his ships registration.

 

"Ok Wroclaw, your ship is about 10 landing pads down on Landing Bay IE-34, i presume you know how to fly a ship and if you don't there is a large manual inside the ship just take off and i'll see you back on Helix."

 

After this Yaj patted his furry friend on the shoulder and went back to his ship taking off into space once more.

 

((OOC:Wroclaw you need to register your ship in the ship registration thread under Welcomigs Begginings and Suggestions, ill PM the specs of the Eta 2 so all you have to do is copy and paste it into your reply there, you also need to post here one more time of you getting into your ship and leaving for helix station))

[Capt. Phillep]

"WHAT IS HIS KIND DOING HERE!" screamed a Pro-Imperialist, actually, the polls of the KDY offices pointed to ridiculously high levels of Imperial support that a Jedi or Alliance supporter landing here was hoping to be lynched.

 

The mob mentality quickly took over, for the business front of KDY was not quite so willing to turn their backs on their loyal customers for some quick side spurt.

 

((OOC: Your best bet would have been to ganked a ship from a hangar bay in the Jedi Temple or on Helix Station, perhaps from KVC))

[Wroclaw W. Warwick]

Wroclaw saw the gathering mob and did not have to think twice before he ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. The mob was gaining on him so Wroclaw drew the blaster pistol, Wroclaw skidded into the corridor that lead to his ship before turning around and brandishing his gun threateningly well at the same time backing off toward his ship "Back off or I will shoot!" he shouted S3-E3 translated the threat taking away from the angry aura. Wroclaw had no intention of actually hurting anyone but he could tell they would not be able to sort this out over a cup of tea so he took the pistol in both hands and fired a shoot into the air. "BACK OFF!!!" Wroclaw shouted at the still advancing mob. He hoped no prayed Yaj had got out ok.

[Yaj Rekomreh]

Yaj saw the mob come before he even got to his ship. He ran as fast he could unsheathing his massive viborblade and putting it at his side as he ran towards the mob. Why did they have to come after he spent his credits? He wasn't even a Jedi yet nor was he part of the New Republic.

 

Yaj saw Wroclaw turning to his hangar bay. He saw fear in his friends face and Yaj felt horrible that he brought Wroclaw here. This was all his fault. There was only one thing to do now. Swinging his blade into a defensive position he screamed to his friend.

 

"Wroclaw get to my ship and get it ready for take off i'll be there in 10 minutes if not leave without me."

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Don't take this the wrong way, but that's a warning shot. However, as I said, KVC, the Rebels, or the Jedi themselves can all give him a ship.

 

IC:

A smirk appeared over the leader of the Mob, as he lifted an old E-11 into the air and shook it madly, and then he would yell savagely before he ran to close in on the vibro-blade swinging man.

 

It was not hard for men to fall prey to frenzy, for all men are beasts within, however, a beast is never truly capable of taking proper action. "For the Empire!"

 

The man fired a shot, it was not lucky enough to hit anyone, but it did scar the ship's side with a scorch of heat...

 

If the man ran, he would be free, if he fought, he would be overrun... and a young beast would be lynched.

[Yaj Rekomreh]

((OOC:I had no idea of scuh things, plus KVC isn't even on Helix and the Eta-2 is in production by Kuat Engineering so i thought this would be the place to go. But i got the hint so toodles))

 

The crowd began to advance toward him and one man even decided to make a shot. This scared Yaj but he was lucky it was just in warning. Yaj didn't hate the Empire nor does he have any affiliation with the New Rep. However these people thought he was a treacherous stain on society so Yaj decided to get out of Kuat as possible. He ran toward his ship hoping Wroclaw was already there waiting to leave.

 

((OOC:Wroclaw you need to post once more here before we can leave. Dont worry about your ship ittl all be taken care of you'll get it.))

[Wroclaw W. Warwick]

Wroclaw heard Yaj say "Wroclaw get to my ship and get it ready for take off I'll be there in 10 minutes if not leave without me." Wroclaw could not see what was going on and hated the thought of his friend being in trouble but the mob took there attention off Wroclaw so he used his size to sneak around the hostiles. Once Wroclaw got within 10 yards of the ship he decided he was close to make a break for it, he sprinting toward the ship when he reached it he turned to see Yaj running toward the ship the mob was giving pursuit so Wroclaw began screaming wildly and tossing rocks or any other items that could slow the mob without causing any casualties.

[Yaj Rekomreh]

Yaj saw his friend trying to help but in relaity was doing more to heighten the situation then to help resolve it. His little friend ran up into Yaj's ship and soon Yaj followed blasting out of Kuat and into space.

 

((OOC:Wroclaw were gonna be in Space thread next))

[Bad karma]

A small freighter dropped out of hyperspace above the planet. It quickly sent a comm stating it was here to make an order then descended towards the surface. The pilot of the ship quickly exited and moved into the main room. He was a tall, thin man with very pale skin. His eyes were slightly to close together, but it was obvious he was human. He was dressed in midnight robes with a crimson lining upon them.

 

He handed the datapad over to the person working at the frontdesk. It contained an order for a Tabder-Class Heavy hauler, as well as two B-wings, six X-wings, two Cygnus Gunboats, and four A-wings. It was all ordered under the simple name "Zek" and it would be picked up as soon as it was ready. The star fighters were to be placed onto the hauler before the arrival of its owners.

 

The man headed back to his ship after paying the cost of each ship, in full. He launched into hyper-space quickly leaving the system.

 

((This is the big ship: http://rules.swcombine.com/technology/ships/details.php?id=77 It was mod approved, and thanks to a bit of shady business as well as money Trowa has always had, I can afford it. ))

[Capt. Phillep]

As the credits cleared, the man who carried himself somewhat evilly, seemed a plausible person... his money networks checked out and he was granted his little arsenal.

 

For what purpose or reason, it really didn't matter... he would be gone with his new possessions, and the corporation and through it, the Empire, would be that more rich...

[Bad karma]

A skeleton crew arrived to pick up "The Requiem" as per orders. With them they brought orders for a large amount of other ships and various smaller freighters. One man went down to the surface in an A-wing with the order and credits in hand, the rest began manning the ship and preparing to launch out of system.

 

Once the man in the A-win made his way back into the atmosphere, they left with the new ships.

 

((I'm pm you what I'm having made, all mod approved.))

[Capt. Phillep]

The next ship was immediately put under construction, it was an older design... although, the spare parts were lingering about, given the recent destruction of several predecessors and what not. The Cruisers were hardly weapons-worthy, but it was their other attributes that made them capable, and in the proper hands or supported by the proper compatriots, deadly.

 

As such, the payments went underway... and the like...

[Bad karma]

With Ecstasy complete, the next order went through. Five transports dropped into real space and picked up the newly crafted Interdictor II Cruiser. It was only a skeleton crew, but that is all they would need in it for now. The ship entered hyper-space, taking a few jumps in case the imps got any ideas.

 

((Next Ship: Escort Carrier dubbed "Cocaine"))

[Capt. Phillep]

Paranoia was common amongst the Imperials, but as long as the credits were good and the sources tasted of a bit of chaotic evil, they weren't too concerned. They could track most of the ships, if they felt so inclined, but they hadn't... that was the advantage of crafting them from the main foundries in Kuat.

 

Anyhow, construction began on the Escort Carrier, Cocaine, almost immediately...

[Bad karma]

((Ship was done yesterday, forgot to post.))

 

Another crew arrived to pick up the next ship and take it to its final destination, of course taking great cation to get it there without being tracked. The next ship, Mary Jane, went into production