Raven Nasra Posted September 26, 2017 Share Posted September 26, 2017 An order came streaming into the KDY offices for a construction order, detailing the building of two KDY variant DP-20 frigates specialized for antifighter capital ship escort Consolatrix Ship Class: Corvette Type: DP20 Frigate Crew: 100 crew Armaments: 8 Double Turbolaser Cannons 6 Quad Laser Cannons 4 Concussion Missile Launchers Construction Finish ETA: 10/3/2017 AP: 1 Animarum Ship Class: Corvette Type: DP20 Frigate Crew: 100 crew Armaments: 8 Double Turbolaser Cannons 6 Quad Laser Cannons 4 Concussion Missile Launchers Construction Finish ETA: 10/10/2017 AP: 1 Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted September 30, 2017 Share Posted September 30, 2017 The construction of a Golan III begins outside the shipyards. In order to provide adequate coverage for the inevitable coming conflict, as the shipbuilders watched it construct, they knew that such a thing would probably stop another genocide like had happened two decades prior. Estimated Completion date 10/17/2017 Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted October 6, 2017 Share Posted October 6, 2017 The DP20 Kuat variant "Consolatrix" launched into space and stocked sufficiently for a combat mission, departed for Nal Hutta Consolatrix Ship Class: Corvette Type: DP20 Frigate Crew: 100 crew , 1000 Assault Troops Compliment: 1 Squadron of TIE Defenders, 1 Squadron Scimitar Assault Bombers Armaments: 8 Double Turbolaser Cannons 6 Quad Laser Cannons 4 Concussion Missile Launchers Construction Finished: 10/3/2017 AP: 1 Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted October 16, 2017 Share Posted October 16, 2017 The corvette Animarum blasted out of its restraints and headed to the Imperial forward command base outside Nal Hutta. The construction of a ISD II began with the estimated completion date of 11/13/2017 Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted November 15, 2017 Share Posted November 15, 2017 The black painted Imperial Star Destroyer II Misericordia detached from the Star Destroyer Ring on KDY and made its way towards Nar Shaddaa. Misericordia Ship Class: Star Destroyer Type: Imperial II Crew: 40,000 crew Armaments: 50 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries 75 Turbolaser Batteries 20 Heavy Ion Cannons 8 Octuple barbette turbolaser 4 Concussion Missile Launchers 10 Heavy Tractor Beam Projectors Compliment: 4,000 Troops, 4 TIE Defender squadrons, 2 GAT-12 Skipray Blastboat squadrons, 1 Scimitar Bomber Squadron, 1 Assault Gunboat squadron Construction Finish: 11/13/2017 AP: 4 Another ISD II began construction promptly, due to arrive, 12/12/2017 Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted December 12, 2017 Share Posted December 12, 2017 The black painted Imperial Star Destroyer II Fiat Lux detached from the Star Destroyer Ring on KDY and made its way towards Nar Shaddaa where the Imperial Fleet was preparing for their next conflict. Fiat Lux Ship Class: Star Destroyer Type: Imperial II Crew: 40,000 crew Armaments: 50 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries 75 Turbolaser Batteries 20 Heavy Ion Cannons 8 Octuple barbette turbolaser 4 Concussion Missile Launchers 10 Heavy Tractor Beam Projectors Compliment: 4,000 Troops, 4 TIE Defender squadrons, 2 GAT-12 Skipray Blastboat squadrons, 1 Scimitar Bomber Squadron, 1 Assault Gunboat squadron Construction Finish: 12/12/2017 AP: 4 The construction of a Lancer Frigate II began due to be completed 12/26/2017. Meanwhile a Medstar mobile platform began construction in the civilian sector of the rings for use in the outer rim. Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted December 26, 2017 Share Posted December 26, 2017 The Lancer Frigate Saeculorum departed KDY and made its way to Coruscant. An ISD II began to be built due to be completed 1/23/2018 Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted January 24, 2018 Share Posted January 24, 2018 The Imperial Star Destroyer Two Agamemnon detached from the Heavy Construction Rings of KDY and began to orbit the planet. Part of the second fleet, designed for Imperial Home Defense. It would stay at Kuat, until the needs of the Remnant were most dire. Agamemnon Ship Class: Star Destroyer Type: Imperial II Crew: 40,000 crew Armaments: 50 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries 75 Turbolaser Batteries 20 Heavy Ion Cannons 8 Octuple barbette turbolaser 4 Concussion Missile Launchers 10 Heavy Tractor Beam Projectors Compliment: 4,000 Troops, 4 TIE Defender squadrons, 4 J-983 Javelin squadrons. Construction Finish: 01/23/2018 AP: 4 The construction of another Lancer Frigate began. Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted February 7, 2018 Share Posted February 7, 2018 Lancer Frigate II Benedictus departed the orbital ring and took its place alongside the Agamemnon while the construction of an additional ISDII began. Benedictus Ship Class: Frigate Type: Lancer Frigate Crew: 900 Starfighter/Troop Complement: 2 TIE Defender Squadron 2 Skipray Blastboat Squadron 2000 Assault troops Armament: 20 AG-2G2 quad laser cannons AP: 2 Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted March 8, 2018 Share Posted March 8, 2018 Ascalon left its docking struts and after joining Agamemnon and the Benedictus the trio departed into hyperspace towards Nar Shaddaa. The construction of an interdictor began. Ascalon Ship Class: Star Destroyer Type: Imperial II Crew: 40,000 crew Armaments: 50 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries 75 Turbolaser Batteries 20 Heavy Ion Cannons 8 Octuple barbette turbolaser 4 Concussion Missile Launchers 10 Heavy Tractor Beam Projectors Compliment: 4,000 Troops, 4 TIE Defender squadrons, 4 J-983 Javelin squadrons. Construction Finish: 03/06/2018 AP: 4 Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted June 4, 2018 Share Posted June 4, 2018 The imperial fleet was in the process of docking the Imperial Shipyard rings of Kuat. Star Destroyers moved carefully to their berths as giant fueling lines and container relays were slowly plugged into the ports on the side of the kilometer long vessels. Crew disembarked in waves for R&R and among them was the diminutive Empress of the Imperial Remnant. She walked through the outer ring’s personnel movement system and kept her eye on approaching traffic through the giant holo displays that circled overhead. “Mistress, we have received word through ISB channels of an incoming shuttle that contains a failed BLACK experiment from their vaults. He is considered armed and dangerous and has been given docking clearance at 223-A where he will be neutralized.” Over-large amethyst eyes narrowed to slits and her hands snatched the datapad from his grasp, quickly glimpsing the AAR from imperial security and a scowl crossed her striking face. “This is why we tried to purge those kriffing scientist majors from BLACK’s era. I want the operational command of this experiment arrested by the Ubiqtorate and placed before the Knights for judgement. We are the good guys god dammit, I do not want the Moffs and their personal scientists experimenting on our bloody war heroes. This cannot happen again. Do I make myself clear? I will deal with this poor man myself.” Reaching out a black gloved hand, Raven took the offered black cape and cap of her rank from her bodyguard and walked into the hanger where the shuttle was due to touch down. Her bodyguard took the place of the ISB liquidation team who gratefully stood down and Raven stood, her hands clasped behind her back, resting upon her lightsabre as the engine wash of the shuttle caused her cape to billow behind her. Her face would be recognized should they see it. And she extended a hand of greeting when the ramp lowered before her. Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted June 5, 2018 Share Posted June 5, 2018 The Royal guard flinched but did not move when a 21-B droid was hurled down the landing ramp with the force of freight shuttle.The crashing din of metal on metal accented his landing but Raven stood still and resolved, her black hair shipping about in strands from where it had become untucked from her cap in the wash of repulsorlift engines. Next came the Dark Trooper. No a trapped and frightened soldier she had to remind herself, as he came barrelling down the landing ramp like he was forcibly entering some Sith citadel. Raven was a little in awe of the size of the droid unit but she kept her ground, her amethyst eyes staring the droid in its photoreceptors. When it slammed to a halt she started towards it, stepping over the fallen medico droid and removing her gloves as she walked. One biological hand, and the other the colour of burnished durasteel. ”My Ladyship.” The visceral fear that billowed through the force made her heart weep for him. She stopped before his hulking form and placed her biological hand on his chest, feeling the warmth of the metal and the brain behind it. “RG one twenty-six, Ambrose Veshok, you were awarded and promoted for bravery in the face of battle on the world of Nal Hutta and for freeing dozens of slaves in the heart of that world. Do not fear me.” Her words were soft but carried weight. Her hand remained on the center of his chest and her eyes stared through his photoreceptors. “What happened to you was wrong and you will not be punished for exposing the cell of ISB scientists that horribly abused you. There is still much to do, and much worth you bring the Empire. You are pardoned Ambrose Veshok .” She spun on her heel and strode from the docking bay replacing her gloves as her royal guard followed her leaving the two droids alone in the hanger, save a flight of TIE defenders that began to touchdown for refueling. Their lives were theirs to live, to either serve the Empire or to find a new path in life. Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted June 28, 2018 Share Posted June 28, 2018 “Vampire actual and Doctor moving on your position boss.” Moff Hohenlohe lifted an arm from beneath the mineral spring and pressed his earpiece back in to avoid the harsh static that was hissing in his ear from a mix of high decibels and water. “Captain, intercept as necessary, I stand by the Empresses decision to pardon the poor man and I have personally begun steps to replace his losses, however we don’t know his mental state just yet. Is Emma Three Nine on location yet?” THere was a pause in which all he could hear was the bubbling of the hot spring that he lay in, the heat seeping into his old bones. “Affirmative boss, she’s on location and would like to speak to him when able.” Moff Hohenlohe sighed and smiled beneath his bushy grey mustache and hauled himself out of the water, reached for the towel offered by a beautiful young woman in the Red and black of the KRPS. He disliked the KRPS, nicknamed Kerz by the imperials, for their ruthlessness in protection. Taking it farther than any imperial would, even to the extent of gunning down a crowd to make way for a security detail. The Kuat Royal Protective Service had the blessings of the Calminion family and the royal crown, so he and the rest of the imperials could only stand by and watch as the Kerz slowly surrounded the droid pair. Hohenlohe held out his hand in greeting as two dozen KRPS officers in their black and red uniforms, not armour, Hohenlohe noted, surrounded the droid pair with weapons at the ready. “I would advise you to go no further without explaining yourselves.” Said the old Moff, a smirk under his mustache. Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted July 4, 2018 Share Posted July 4, 2018 His voice held no feeble quavering of an old man, but carried the directive shrewdness of a man long in command. He slowly dried off and accepted his tunic from a KRPS agent. “I will not turn down your offer of service and I do have an eye for projects beyond the scope of the Imperial Military. But I do not know why you would think we would just give a ship that could be used in the war efforts to you two without a loyal imperial crew. I would not see our weapons turned against us by an unloyal crew which happened enough to us with the Rebellion. No I will send someone with you and the officers on board will be officers from the Nar Shaddaa garrison.” He snapped his fingers and the KRPS agents holstered their weapons. “This is our offer, there is a Corvette being completed at the Nar Shaddaa Spaceworks within the week and it is yours to command, you will have letters of marque against the enemies of the Remnant and any that deal or trade in slaves. Is this deal acceptable? Ah and here she is, my agent that will accompany you.” His voice carried remorse and an apology to the Dark Trooper before him as the brush beside him parted- ________________ ________________ -Revealing a waif of a girl in the Red and Black jumpsuit of the KRPS. It did not fit her properly and the shoulders bunched up when the brought her arms up to push the green bough away from her face. Her walk was unsteady, and if one had had keen hearing they could hear the whine of servomotors as she moved her limbs. The hands that extended from the pressed red sleeves were metallic grey, and the fingers twitched nervously. Her once steel grey eyes were red and glowed in the IR spectrum. Her pretty smirk was still there though, and the teeth were metal recreations of what had once been. To the KRPS agents around her she stuck out as a recent Imperial J873 HRD or Human Replica Droid. Built off the Jordanian Pleasure 02B3 droids that were popular a few years before, this one had been modified with upgraded Imperial tech, and scaled down to match the body of the former freed slave that Ambrose had known. The face and hair was a true recreation, as was the body, though with an in depth scan it could be seen that some human organs remained. The spinal column, organs, and sections of the brain for example were covered and guarded by phrik metal alloy shell. The brain was heavily covered in cybernetic recreation and injection to save it from decay before it had been stabilized by the ISB. In outward appearance at least she was still that gangly girl that Ambrose had accidentally gotten killed. Though her brain did not remember the event. “Ambrose!” She nearly sprinted to him and flung her metal arms around his Phrik carapice. To the laughter of the KRPS agents that surrounded them. ________________ Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted July 18, 2018 Share Posted July 18, 2018 Empress The name carried with it the weight of a Galaxy, and the trillions of deaths that had occured at the hands of old Empires. It was a title that ushered fear in its wake, though it also commanded respect, which is why she maintained it. Ten years prior she had not dreamed that she would be standing in the blustering shipyards of Kuat Drive Yards as the leader of all the Remnant. That was for men of higher social order to do, not an ex slave from a distant world in the outer reaches of the galaxy. She flexed her robotic hand, letting the servos whine delicately as they made the precise micromovements dictated by the sensors attached to the severed nerves, tendons, and muscles in her upper arm. Her voice was distant and soft as she watched the painting crews finish their work on one of the Three ships of the line of the Imperial Fleet through the wide transparisteel windows. “I am not deserving of any of it Tallin. I quest to rescue the downtrodden because I must, it is the only good that we can do in this galaxy as it burns around us.” That was a diplomats answer and it tasted vile on her lips as she spoke it. She closed her purple eyes and after taking a breath, she answered his question fully. He was one of her most trusted troopers, and she would not give him such a puff filled answer as she would give the holonet. “I was sold to the Sith Cabal after I killed my master in the mines of Zinthos, escaped, was recaptured and though I was about to be put to death for my crime… A Sith Lord took pity on me. You see I had crushed my master’s skull with the force, though I did not know the power at the time and only lashed out in anger and the Sith, having heard that story, bought me for a knights ransom and would have her value.” She hiked up her sleeve and opened an access port to begin a maintenance cycle on the arm, showing the wicked scarring that traced where the flesh became metal. “Until I disobeyed by following my rage and heading to a fight at the Jedi Base of Gala. You might have heard of the Unholy Trinity and their strike there, where they smote the Jedi Council and, Ryu’s hammer fell on that entire generation of Jedi.” She shook her head her black hair bouncing from shoulder to shoulder, reflecting on evil deeds long gone that she regretted with all her heart. “I was there in their retinue and slew a Jedi apprentice that challenged me, he was a brave, if foolish boy, and every night I sleep I say a prayer for him.” Of all the men that she had killed in her short time alive so far in the galaxy, that one bothered her the most. “I was punished for not killing more and my arm was taken as payment. And so I ran. Aged just fourteen and an accomplished acolyte in the ways of the darkside, I found my way into the Empire on Coruscant. This was when we were in the noontide of our power and under Emperor BLACK we successfully defended the farthest reaches of our imperium. Until the Jedi struck back, bringing their and the Alliance’s fleets to strike us when we were unready.” Her eyes flitted about the room, searching for something to focus on. “It was a bitter and horrible fight, Billions were boiled alive from Alliance turbolaser fire, I fought the captain of the fleet as a boarding operation, and I was captured, though the Imperials were able to repulse the fleet. I was later released, and even developed feelings for my captor, the Alliance Captain Cadio.” She sighed and closed the access hatch on her arm. “Then there was the final push, A death Star had been discovered in the outer rim and every fleet rushed there. We outnumbered the Rebels three to one, but still we lost. And then we had ten years of peace, ignoring the rising threat in the galactic east until it was far too late.” Her eyes turned to Tallin and she smiled softly. “And I fear it is too late, with the resounding defeat of the Galactic Alliance and their Jedi allies at Onderon, we are the next target. The Tripartite alliance came too late and now the enemy masses at our borders. In short I am a woman of 25 with more regrets than I can count. What about yourself” What makes you tick?” And behind him, through the giant windows, the Axis fleet arrived. Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted August 8, 2018 Share Posted August 8, 2018 Alarms blared loudly in the hallways of the Kuat Drive Yard’s orbital rings. These were alarms that brought dark memories flooding back to the mind of the Empress. Dark memories from battles a decade ago, of fighting for her life against the Jedi and the New Republic. Fighting for a wicked emperor that cared not for his people but instead served the Sith in their lust for power and war. So many good soldiers had died then in those brutal and useless wars, but here they were. Now. And no matter the good intentions, the idea of a right and good empire that would never again fight for the Sith, here the Empire and all of its spirit would die. The officer corps, the crème of the Imperial Military, would likely all perish here as with what remained of the Moff council. If they died here, when they died here, the Empire would be finished. And the last Empress would have brought all this death, all this destruction to the Remnant with nothing to show for it. Nothing to show for it except the blood of her people. The comms were filled with it already, and though Raven was not yet wearing her helmet, she could hear the comm reverberation coming from her bodyguard’s helmets. As they walked together towards the inferno, Raven adjusted the circlet of black iron that sat on her head. It was simple, but it marked her as the Empress and had been given to her from the Moff Council. She had not deigned to wear it on Coruscant, but now, when everything was falling about her, she would wear it till the bitter end. Once the crown was on, then came her helmet, black as carbon which sealed securely to her armourweave. She wore the black plastoid of a deathtrooper, and all around her were her guard in black armour but without the purple insignia on their breastplate. The insignia that Raven wore was the imperial crest of a darkened purple, and she wore it proudly as the Empress and her guards jogged towards the Sith and Black Sun beachhead. Raven carried the weapons she had used when she had trained as a boarding marine under Deton. A highrate fire blaster rifle, in this case the E-22, a folded force pike, which was hanging beside her lightsaber, a set of grenades in pouches at her belt, and her duel DL-44s. The grenades were frag, cryoban, and glop. While her guard carried much the same loadout, except for switching the main weapons for a variety of rotary canons, grenade launchers, flechette rifles, slugthrowers, and heavy blaster rifles in the case that they ran headlong into the Sith. But for now, Raven and her twenty men continued on, getting closer to the boarding parties, with weapons at the ready. Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted August 20, 2018 Share Posted August 20, 2018 The Remnant was fighting for their lives on the rings of KDY and every trooper, civilian, and dockworker knew it. While imperial ISB agents worked on booting the Black Sun from the station’s computer network, imperial troops and civilian employees busied themselves with the repulsion of the multiple landing breaches that were busy being flooded by enemy troops. One such group of troopers, the Malphasians, also called the 223rd infantry regiment which was attached to the Empress’s 1st division, made their way to the mess hall which had been breached by troops under the command of Borsk. All of the Malphasians wore mite armour trimmed with green and carried a mix of heavy weapons. Upon seeing Borsk and his men they laid down a heavy wave of blaster fire. _______________________________ Raven walked beside her men, the E-22 rifle’s black stock snug against her shoulder as they moved, her hands ready to bring the rifle up for a snap shot against anyone who might attempt an attack. Ten men behind her, ten in front, fully armoured, fully armed and nervous. Captain Mael walked beside her, his arm outstretched to show the holo display that was grafted onto his armour. In the swirl of action in the hologram, Raven could see the fleet fight and the enemy beachheads they had made into the station interior. Templars, Knights, Malphasian Riflemen, Caridian Rangers, all deployed into the thick of the fighting. Casualties were becoming enormous as red lines swept through stacks of unit cards on the display as soldier after soldier’s vitals registered a spike then nothing. The computer automatically discarding them as deceased. Raven scowled under helmet and began to shout an order when in front of them the forward guard cried out a warning. “Contact Front!” A massive droid was in the doorway and Captain Mael pushed Raven to the side as he and his men released a wave of energy, sonics, and high ex slugs into the droid. He fell and as the front line backpedeled a good half of them were engulfed in a massive explosion that knocked the air out of the lungs of the young Empress and tossed her back into a crouch. Five guardsmen were flash cooked to death in their fine armour as the rest of the guard picked themselves up from the floor. Raven looked up as she picked her discarded blaster as Mael moved towards her to help her up and she caught the eyes of a startlingly attractive woman who was leveling a blaster at her from the open and slagged doorway. Kriff Raven swore as she pushed herself to move the same time her captain did. He threw his body in front of his empress and died a hero, the crimson bolts of the assassin’s blaster superheating his inner chest and killing him nearly instantly as he covered the empress with his body. Raven screamed in a mix of terror and rage as she snatched up her blaster and from a kneeling crouch let loose a stream of well placed shots back at the woman. Raven’s heart was pounding as she depressed the trigger, kneeling in the ruin of her friend and captain, as the rest of her fourteen men stirred and began to return fire back at the Queen of Vice. After finishing a burst of shots, Raven forced herself to move, crouching behind one of the many doorways in the hallway, her purple eyes searching for the assassin through the thick smoke. While keeping her blaster on target, supported by the doorway, she reached behind her to pluck up a grenade from her armoured lower back it was the cylindrical cryoban grenade which she knocked the protective top off of and slammed the arming mechanism into the plastoid of her thighplate. The arming mechanism triggered its three second countdown from the impact and Raven threw it into the doorway where the Assassin had been. Her men began to spread out in the hallway, taking up firing positions as they did so, the one trooper with the red markings of a Medic, crouching beside the Guard Captain and furiously shaking his head in disgust. It was already a costly fight. ((1)) Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted September 7, 2018 Share Posted September 7, 2018 The woman was a master of dodging attacks and her lithe body made her agile enough to move easily from the doorway to attack at one of the close guards. With a flick of her knife the guard’s trachea was interposed by jittering durasteel and Raven let loose a storm of curses and continued to fire away with the dual barrelled E-22 as the woman began to again move out of the doorway back to cover. The comms in her head were momentarily overcome by the gurgling death of Janisar, the trooper that the woman had stabbed, before the comms were cut by his helmet’s sensor systems. Raven herself knelt beside one of her Guards as she scanned the smoke thick room for any signs of movement by the Assassin. By her count she had something like six guards left alive, and they were all busy jabbering to each other about escape routes as they panned the doorway hiding the assassin with their blaster rifles. The cryoban grenade seemed to have little effect so raven took the moment to toss another grenade from her belt. First arming it with a push of her thumb as she kept the other hand filled with her blaster rifle She set it with a three second delay with a pivot of her depressed thumb on the cylindrical device and then underhand tossed it through the open doorway. It was a flushing technique, and one the glop grenade she had just tossed into the room was particularly good at. If the assassin came running to escape the sticky foam, she would be gunned down with impunity. Then the electronic storm of an electromagnetic pulse grenade hit the room. While not capable of shutting down the simple systems of a blaster rifle, the grenade could completely destroy the systems inside a helmet. Electric arcs filled the room as the grenade pulsed out its EMP load in a massive blast of static discharge. The bodies that littered the floor started to spasm as the holes in their armour gave the electricity easy entry to the vulnerable flesh underneath, causing the tendons and muscles to move on their own accord. Making the bodies writhe like they were still alive and cooking inside their armour. Comms instantly died with a hysterical whine in Raven’s ear and she cursed into the stilled helmet’s rebreather. With her free hand she pulled off her helmet, which though it gave her lungs a bit of the smoky air, gave her to chance to see clearly in the room as she struggled to clear her eyes with blinking. She cursed at the whirring servos on her mechanical arm as it struggled to adjust to the recent elecromagnetic pulse. It held her helmet easily enough but it was sluggish. She was down the dexterity on that arm until the internal systems decided it was a good idea to work again. Probably a little less than a minute before the hand would be fully functional again. Keeping her blaster trained on the doorway with one hand, Raven listened for her men and the grenade she had thrown, her purple eyes searching for the assassin as her men began to sound off as they pulled off their own helmets. “One six mobile. Where is One One?” Her callsign, so she called out a response as she heard the glop grenade go off with a pop hiss. “One One here. Covering fire, now!” It was a command, and the Imperial Guard followed their empress as they began to place rounds through the open doorway where the Assassin was hiding as they maneuvered themselves to cover their Empress. Spreading themselves in a reverse chevron towards the door. ((2)) Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted September 20, 2018 Share Posted September 20, 2018 Raven and the guards fired several rounds into the room where the Assassin should have been running out of but when no Black Sun affiliated people came flying out of the room with blasters bared they ceased their fire. The hiss of the jets of clingfoam could be heard in the silence but nothing from the Assassin herself. The Guards of the Empress knew their duty and since the flushing tactic had not worked, the creme of the Imperial army went on the offensive. The two sides of the chevron collapsed into two stacks of three that rushed the doorway with the Empress in the rightmost column, placed between Lieutenant Kavindrennos and Corporal Tenerfis a blond woman in her mid twenties whose hairstyle resembled Ravens. Tied back neatly to tuck into their discarded helmets. Raven had enough time to take a single breath that burned with ozone as the three stormtroopers ahead of her stormed into the room, Raven’s group stacking up beside the entry way in case the Imperial troopers needed any assistance in cleaning up a trapped and encased assassin. However unlikely as that was, Raven was still ready to charge in with blaster spitting fire. The advance stormtroopers were however, stopped by the glop foam that had covered half the room, with no sign of the erstwhile assassin. “Negative Contact.” When the cold clear voice of the stormtrooper echoed back to Raven, she wrinkled her nose in disgust, crouched by the entryway behind Corporal Tenerfis. How could she have escaped so easily? The men in the room, having fanned out, froze in place, their eyes searching the foam for any sign of the woman. Eyes that were used to seeing through the HUDs of stormtrooper helmets, scanned for footprints and upon finding none began to glance up. It was then that the small shockball sized metal ball hit the side of the ventilation shaft at the same time that Raven heard a scuffle from the ceiling above. She brought her rifle up, making a clicking sound in her mouth by forcing air out of her mouth along her teeth and gums. Scanning for a possible threat from above. The three troopers alongside her Instantly followed their empress’s rifle and began to fan out, their backs to the wall of the doorway. Raven could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears as she knelt in the room, her blaster rifle finally settling at the grating of a ventilation shaft as the source of the noise. It scared her, something dropping out of that shaft with murderous intent. It had been too long since she had fought over Coruscant, and too long since she had fought beside Aira against Piccolo. She was well practised but practise didn't make up for real life encounters of war and battle. And the nerves grafted into her bionic arm which had been affected by the earlier grenade were beginning to scream in protest as she moved the arm to steady her blaster rifle against her shoulder. Then her eardrums were assaulted with the squeal of a sonic grenade going off and her eyes watered with the pain. It had been thankfully muffled by being in the different room out of direct earshot as well as from falling into a sea of sticky foam from the glop grenade which acted as a sound dampener, absorbing the waves of sound. She blinked the tears away having to physically restrain herself from covering her ears with her hands. Loud and annoying noises were nothing new to the Imperials in the room. The three troopers in the same room as the sonic grenade did not fare too well however and were taken out of action as their eardrums burst, causing them to vomit. Raven looked back at the grating as it was forced outwards and like a demon the assassin emerged. Raven and the two stromtroopers beside her depressed their triggers at the woman letting crimson bolts streak like arrows at the falling woman, if it had been a trap it was now working for both sides equally. Raven trusted her aim even as Tenerfis’ body jumped like a crazed marionette from a high powered round. The Empire would not fall like this, it would not die with a whimper like Black’s reign, or with a sob like Detons. It would die an honourable death in battle, not to some assassins bolt. ((3)) ((Thanks man loved it)) Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted May 9, 2020 Share Posted May 9, 2020 At the edges of the Kuat system the stealth cruiser Ancillary Justice, emerged from hyperspace. A deeply converted aged Victory I star destroyer, painted a deep jet black. The carbon fiber nanopaint, having been secured with high cost from the vendors on Nar Shaddaa, blotted out the star destroyer from long range sensors. Both Radar and visual. Arching off the end of the bridge, the long range, low bandwidth, sensors began their simple scans. Gathering information for return to the Rebel Base on Nar Shaddaa in preparation for a coming fast attack. Pretender to the Galactic Throne Leader of the Rebel Alliance Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Raven Nasra Posted May 16, 2020 Share Posted May 16, 2020 KDY, or Kuat Drive Yards, the longtime bastion of imperial strength and one time location of one of the largest warcrimes committed by the old New Republic and Jedi order in recent memory, sat like a jewel among two concentric rings of construction yards. Right outside the planetary rings, outside the mass gravimetric shadow created by the planet itself, the Stealth cruiser Ancillary Justice marked the location of a planned inbound hyperlane and broadcast on lowband back to the Rebel Alliance Fleet. Within ten minutes of the stealth transmission the Rebel Alliance Fleet, in all its meagre glory, emerged from hyperspace outside drydock 13. A pristine if difficult jump, and one that required all the help of the force. Immediately the Flagship, the venerable Misericordia, began to high cycle its weaponry and raise its shields while the fighter defense squadrons boiled like flies out of its hangers. ___________________________________________ Rebel Alliance Fleet Command Flagship
Recommended Posts