Kuat

[Lei Kim Ness]

"Will do," Lei replied to Kirlocca's com. The blood was rushing in her temples, a thrill running down her spine. She'd forgotten how much she'd loved flying. Perhaps all her memories were not so bad!

 

The exhileration of aerial combat, however, would need to be cut short.

 

"Droid thing back there, set a course for Cardia..." The astromech behind her bleeped in indignation at being called a 'droid thing,' then brought up the points of the series of jumps. "Entering hyperspace in 3...2...1..."

[Wookiee Jedi]

*Kirlocca pushed his hyperdrive forward, pulling his ARC170 through hyperspace towards Cardia...*

[Mikey]

Stepping out of a interstellar transport for hopefully the last time, the newly reborn Anakin Geer stepped out of the trasport, paid the pilot, and entered KDY. Upon his entry, he was greeted by B-5D0, a KDY protocol droid. Asking to see all the availabe models, the protocol droid handed Anakin a datapad. Seening that there was no ship he liked, Ani asked if there was a hangar where other companies ships were for sale. The droid nodded, and led him to a large hangar. Selecting an aging YT-2400, he purchased it, named it The Rival, and stepped in the ship and went to contact his employer.

[Sasori]

*An order came into the Kuat Drive Yards for the creation of a new Super Star Destroyer. As Phillep lost the old ship in the Hapes Cluster somewhere.*

[Sasori]

The ship was completed named in reference to the one who would command it.

 

The Azure Inferno made its way fro the building platform and took its way to hyperspace going to its new master.

[Dagon]

::Dagon arrived at Kaut at the behest of the empire to recruit a recalcitrant scientific mind for the cause. At least that was the pretense that he was here, things would not go as command had planned. It was only a matter of time until he found the residence of "The Baron".::

[Guest]

Clunk... clunk... clunk...

 

Steady footsteps were heard behind the doorway to Baron Einhanderman von Vankampfenstein der Bratwurstesser's home. The Baron was somewhat less than pleased at being driven away from his work on a close-quarters combat droid, and his prosthetic leg was malfunctioning for an unknown reason, so his rudeness to a visitor was only predictable.

 

His unexpected visitor, upon the opening his residence's door, was greeted by an unwelcoming sight: the Baron's flesh-and-blood eye was scowling at the Sith Master, reinforced by the perpetual glare of his prosthetic left eye.

 

"What do you want?"

[Dagon]

I'm supposed to be here to "persuade" you to join the imperial research cadre, but I'm going to make a counter offer. I'm putting together an independent concern of researchers developing military grade weapons. You'll be well compensated, unrestrained by ethical concerns, and far away from the masses of the great unwashed.

[Guest]

The Baron's eyebrows rose at his visitor's proposal, and his features softened into a more welcoming expression. What he was offering, freedom to pursue his research unhindered by bureaucracy and unmolested by the naive, self-righteous whims of public opinion, was what most researchers would describe as Paradise. Granted, there was the minor issue of the possible isolation that arose from such an arrangement and compensation for his services, but the visitor--whoever he was--definitely managed to stick an quantum-titanium boot in his door.

 

"Indeed, eh? Conspiracies in the dark, knifing people in the back, mooning half the galaxy at the same time? Sounds bloody marvelous!" Einhanderman chuckled at his own horrible pun, a rich sound that rippled in his gut. "Tell me more."

[Dagon]

Over my years as a Sith, I've set up several sources of continuous revenue, all untraceable, so funding will not be of any concern. I myself served as a research and development scientist for the empire, but I found that the empire was more interested in mass produced low quality technology than true implements of war. I wish to pursue the more advanced aspects of war, with political and financial freedom. We will not bind ourselves to either government, instead being free agents in the arms market, pitting our technologies against each other to test them and then improve them. We shall be the fickle gods of war.

[Silas]

The Lucky Me glided out of hyperspace above Kuat. Jacen Onnd, and Kal's droid Atredies, sent a comm to the surface.

 

--Comm to Surface--

 

This is Jacen Onnd, I am here on behalf of my employer. I wish to rebuild a fleet. I am requesting permission to land.

 

--End Comm--

[Kal]

The small droid beeped and booped and a hologram appeared. It was not Kal, but it looked similar to him.

 

Silas. This is taking longer than planned on Kal's end. The link has just only arrived. He has told me that things are moving as planned. He also thanks you for your effort and asks if there is anything he can do for you?

[Silas]

Recieveing Kal's comm, Jacen realized that he wasn't going to get an answer. He turned his ship to the right, set the co-ordinates for Dubrillion and engaged the hyperdrive.

[Guest]

At the mention of the Empire's incomprehensible predilection for inferior equipment, the Baron actually grinned, revealing a row of white teeth under his mustache. Most of the Empire's designs should have been considered obsolete and removed from the battlefield and laid to rest in museums years ago. At last... an opportunity to display his expertise to a power that would recognize it for what it was!

 

"Too true, good sir. You clearly know where to look for to find a man who is an expert in weapons design... and loves his trade." The Baron offered his hand to the Sith. "I look forward to working with your... organization."

[Dagon]

::Dagon shook the man's hand firmly, sealing the deal.::

 

We will be relocating you to better facilities shortly, we just need to finalize our severance from our former instituitions and ensuring our place in the future market.

 

::It was only a matter of time before Dagon left to do exactly that.::

[Guest]

As Baron Einhanderman's guest departed, the whisper of well-oiled gears drew his eyes to the ceiling of his residence. The droid Puffi Maa, hanging from the ceiling of his residence on magnetic tentacles, gracefully dangled from the ceiling and dropped at the Baron's feet, casting a knowing gaze at the shut entryway to their home.

 

"I'll get ready." The meter-high droid said simply.

 

The Baron did likewise, keeping in mind to prepare as little as was required. Although pride and sensibility dictated that he take with him a few of his designs, such as the more complex of his melee combat droid's limbs, the vast majority of his equipment could be sacrificed to the whims of fate. All he had to do was wait for his new employer's signal to leave Kuat behind.

[Dagon]

::An imperial troop transport arrives at Kaut, delivering classified contruction dispatches and an escort for the Baron. Elite soldiers, the escorts will safely see the Baron to his new lab even if it costs them their lives.::

[Guest]

Upon the knock of an armored fist on the Baron's door, the engineer started. Had the Empire discovered his plans to leave the planet behind, and decided to take the necessary actions? Even though Einhanderman hadn't done anything illegal, he was living in Imperial-held territory--even if he wasn't working for the Empire, his technical genius could prove to be extraordinarily dangerous if he was taken and agreed to work against them. It wasn't uncharacteristic of the Empire to take preemptive action against possible threats.

 

With apprehension in his heart, that the Baron took his twin briefcases and answered the door. The soldiers--he knew they had to be soldiers, given their builds and their stance of eternal preparation--didn't arrest him, but that meant little. Even though their leader courteously identified himself as a friendly and his comrades immediately took up positions to protect a single individual--him--that also meant nothing. It could be a clever conspiracy to quietly remove him--inefficient, perhaps, but still effective.

 

Clutching his cargo in sweating palms, the Baron knew that he couldn't be certain whether he was going to live or die until the last moment: when he was either delivered to that anonymous Sith, or to Imperial interrogators.

[Dagon]

Undercover soldiers: Sir, we're here to escort you to your new lab. Please come with us and we'll see you to your shuttle safely.

 

::The soldiers casually took up positions around the Baron as he exited his home. They were surrounded by holofields to look like locals, but underneath they were kitted out in full armor. They escorted the scientist safely to a luxury personal space yacht, a common sight for the rich upper class on Kaut. On board the Baron would find a full bar and staff of droids, along with a pilot to take him to his new home.

 

Meanwhile, the Eidolon finished completion and was dispatched for Carida for its special assignment.::

[Rihn]

One Discril-class attack cruisers, the Hutt modified Imperial style escort carrier, and the Crusader-class corvette, the Te Kandosii , dropped out of hyperspace just outside the shipyards. All hands moving to battle stations, the vessels power up weapons. Meanwhile, the escort carrier launched its fighters and bombers. Their assault had begun.

 

"Send out the message," Orsa ordered his man. Nodding, the officer sent off the communication.

 

"Send out a message to the fleet. Our priority one target is the shipyards. Leave nothing left."

 

Moving across the deck, Orsa address Procs and Kimberly.

 

"Are you two ready to see some action?" Orsa smiled deviously.

[Guest]

"That depends on what you mean by 'action' Orsa?" said the young las sin a wryly sort of way. In all truth she was prepared for a bit of a scuttle, and her preparations had left her readily available for the coming task.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Blurs of motion focused into definate shapes as four MC90a Star Cruisers, the Truce, the Valiant, the Loyal Knight, and the active flagship, the Solar, appeared from hyperspace. This was the real force that would be attacking Kuat, the Hutt fleet suddenly revealed as supplement.

 

More or less in charge was General Ehawk of the Rebel Alliance, this his first major fleet action. But he wasn't honestly expecting too much of a fight. "Open a comm to the Hutt fleet," he said. When said comm had been established, he spoke through the line. "Greetings, Hutt forces. I believe it's time that we got some work done."

 

((You can pretty much take it from here, Death Strikers.))

[Scarlet Kiromaja]

((Okay, well Ami, I'm going to pick up here. Sorry bout the delay, and it's going to be a really short post, as in one action. I don't want to put you under the impression that this is how I enjoy posting, I actually like more detail, but since this is like my second post with this faction, I don't want to do too much and overstep my boundaries...))

 

Kiara lurched a little as the fleet came out of hyperspace. She turned towards Induran, nodding slightly.

 

"I'd like to volunteer to stay here and help the General, if I may."

[Menthu]

Procs smiled, it was about time, he would be allowed to stike a blow, any blow to the Empire. He pretty much hated the Jedi, and the rebel alliance, and lets not forget His former master Trowa. However The empire had one time nail him pretty hard for being at the wrogn place at the wrong time, facign the wrong direction with a cluless air about him. Not only had they been relentless, they had done it as if they had been swatting a fly.

 

He would show them the error of wronging him as many who had crossed him had already learned through out the galaxy.

 

"Whatever, just tell me where to point and shoot."

[Onderin Starlisk]

((Three day rule. All too easy.))

 

The attack when better than anyone could have expected. It was swift, tactical, and completely effective. The Alliance fleet found a complete lack of resistance on the part of their long-time enemies and weren't even required a single boarding team.

 

Securing the aid of the Hutts and the Death Strikers wasn't even necessary, for the Alliance's strike was beautiful and the Empire failed to defend themselves. They perhaps managed to scramble some fighters, but they were caught so off-guard that that was about it.

 

As the MC90a Star Cruisers finished reducing the shipyards and stationary defenses to rubble, General Ehawk smiled. The plan the Hutts had devised had worked perfectly--the Empire was too focused on Csilla even to defend their shipyards.

 

It was the biggest tactical mistake Ehawk had ever seen the Empire make. The Alliance didn't even suffer a single casualty.

 

"Open a comm to the Hutt flagship," Ehawk said. When it was so done, he spoke into the comm. "Well done, Hutt fleet," he said. "The shipyards have been destroyed, as you can tell, but I now have a question for you: who's going to make sure the Empire doesn't come in and rebuild it?"

[Induran Habithae]

The Death Strikers really had nothing to do. Indy felt almost let down, but it was the Empire's own fault for leaving their shipyards completely abandoned. She bit her lip as fire rained down on the shipyards. This was one reason why the Death Strikers were their own entity, not an elite commando team of the Alliance. They had stepped in to show their alliance with the Rebels was still intact, but Indy personally didn't care for some of the Rebel tactics.

 

But it was all a moot point, really. She turned to the others. "Well...that's over. I guess you didn't have to stay here by yourself anyway, Kiara. There was no need for us to be here in the first place."

 

She turned to the General. "General, if there is nothing else, I suppose me and my people will be returning home."

[Prince Vegeta Isolder]

Isolder found the sky-based bombardment of the base as unsatisfying as Indy did. He had not been looking forward to slaughtering a handful of defenders or anything. But the Blademaster was not sure the Alliance was using the organization as they should.

 

Of course, don't forget that you are a new recruit. Previous activity in the galaxy doesn't matter much when starting at the bottom rung. It would not be appropriate for you to make waves at this point.

 

And Isolder did trust Indy in any case. The memories of Marc Spector that had melded with his own facilitated this trust. Indy did not know Isolder long, but because of the Moon Knight's power, Isolder felt as if he'd known Indy for years.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Ehawk looked over at the Codru-Ji. "By all means," he said. "Thank you for your willingness to aid us on such short notice." The general then turned back to await the reply from the Hutts.

[Induran Habithae]

She turned to the others; Sara, Isolder, Kiara, and Tarfang. "We'll meet up back at the base," she replied. "You have the coordinates now. Once you get there, I'll grant you access to land on the planet's surface at our base. Then we can get some training excersizes going."

 

She curteously took their leave of the general, and returned to the hanger bay that held their ships. "See you there," she told everyone.

 

Heading back to her own ship, she prepped it for launch, then lifted out into space. Pointing her nose home, she quickly entered hyperspace.

[Scubby]

Appearing out of hyperspace the pilot of the Hero's Hammer swore as he saw the Alliance fleet in orbit over the ruins of the shipyards and defences...

 

"Great... The first place I go to happens to be a warzone... Perfect"

 

He muttered to himself as his shields came up and he activated his comm unit... Switching to a general frequency he sent out a message...

 

"Uhh hello... This is Jazce Leife of the Hero's Hammer... I seem to have walked into a firefight... Please don't fire on me... I would hate to be forced to shoot back... Leife out,"

 

((OOC: Any Death Strikers in the system still i've been trying to 'join' for a while now and this seemed the best way to get into contact with you lot... If one of you can somehow build on this I'd be stoked... Thanks. ))