Mon Calamari/Dac

[Sabian]

It seemed rather eerie, preparing flight checks to the planet of Mon Calamari once more. Even though he had returned here recently before, the ship in current use belonging to the Alliance just as well, the man in red could not help feel a sense of belonging to the lush planet which now recovered remarkably since the biowarfare tactics made against it by the Empire. The ship properly descended after clearance was made, exiting from the craft and making way towards his chambers.

 

After freshening up and restocking his ammunition, Sabian continued to feel out with the Force a distinct memory laying dorment inside his mind. He knew the name, yet could not properly locate a face. Taking audience with one of the roaming soliders, he was directed to where the Admiral was, standing outside of the hallway, looking inward..

 

This is it.. The last one on the chain..

 

He nervously stood back in the foreground, what mixed emotions felt about coming up to him after the timing of his former self's death were hidden behind the orange tinted sunglasses worn. Breathing deeply in and out, the blonde haired man stroked back his hair, closed his eyes, and concentrating on the Force around them communicate, trying to let the soul of Sabian talk through their wounded connection..

 

”œOnderin”¦ I'm here”¦”

Edited May 8, 2006 by Guest

[Onderin Starlisk]

Onderin... I'm here...

 

The words sounded in the back of Admiral Starlisk's mind and at first he wasn't sure whether they had been audible or extrasensory. They seemed immediately as if they had come from either a very great distance, and from a long-forgotten speaker. It was as if he knew the voice, but had not encountered it in so long that he could not place a name or face to them.

 

For some reason, Onderin turned around--the words were coming from behind him, his instincts told him, though that wasn't consistant with his initial take on them. "Excuse me," he said distractedly to the other occupants of the office, then took a step forward, causing the office door to slide open.

 

Outside of it was a man that fit the same description that the voice had--Onderin felt like he should recognize him, but he didn't immediately. His eyes narrowed for a moment as he studied the face before him, noting the creases and intonations of the skin, the color of the eyes and hair, and the overall shape of the face. He reached out, too, with the Force, briefly, and found something startling there. Immediately this linked with what he perceived visually and he took a half-step back. "Sabian?"

 

Yes--it was his former apprentice. Only older. And different. He seemed unfamiliarized, changed, and generally altered in both appearance and his connection with the Force. What had happened to the boy Onderin had found in the streets of Coruscant? What had he become?

 

Of course, Onderin reminded himself, this change was the will of the Force. It was for the better. "You've changed," he pointed out the obvious. "What's wrong?" he asked, feeling some conflict in Sabian's presence. He still seemed distant and somehow disconnected--as if he truly were a different man than the one Onderin had taught to be a Jedi Knight, a different man than had been handed Alliance presidency at one point before resigning the position to pursue a personal agenda.

 

Was this change a result of that agenda, that mixup with Zara Nargal and Ronin Wartide?

[Sabian]

He could feel the man approach, his eyes scanning his face, trying to find the familiarity. Sabian felt compelled to touch his own, the cold touch of the glove sending a slight chill down his right arm, yet remained relatively unchanged. Those crystalline blue orbs looked longing as he said the name, taking a step closer, hesistant at first to answer..

 

”œI.. I thought you wouldn't know. I was.. afraid.. to come here, but I still wanted you to know that I have lived again, only as a new being. How.. I am unsure, and am still coping with the changes, but..”

[Apollo]

Lotus nodded his head in agreement, thankful that the man had accepted him with open arms. He folded his arms behind his back and bowed towards Starlisk as he asked for the pair to excuse him. It would appear he had other business to attend to. He waited for the commander to run his background and get everything finished. It didn't take long before everything was complete and he was on his way out.

 

He followed the directions the commander had given him, quickly arriving at the flight simulators. He looked over the various sims and quickly decided to begin his practice in am E-wing. He hadn't flown one of those in quite a long time and it would be good to get back behind the controls. He slipped inside and fired it up, quickly getting started.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Onderin almost expected the embrace and he received it without refrain or embarassment. While he did not experience the same emotions that Sabian did, he would attempt to understand them--and he would certainly be empathic towards them. When Sabian released, Onderin did not let go of the younger man's arm, though pulling back to an arm's legth.

 

Still, he was a little confused as to the Jedi Knight's condition, though he quickly began to reason it out. Since Sabian mentioned living again, Onderin could only deduce that his former apprentice had been killed, presumably at the hands of Ronin Wartide. His strange loss of memory and alteration of appearance could have been a cloning defect, but it could also have reflected a severly traumatic experience resulting in a corrupted DNA sample.

 

It was strange that the Jedi Master had not felt Sabian's death through the Force--it should have screamed to him if the former President's death had been any bit as painful as his current condition suggested. Their link had to have been severed, either by a concentration of the Dark Side of the Force or an Ysalamiri bubble.

 

The important thing now was that Sabian was currently alive and recovering. "I cannot imagine what you had to go through to get back to where you are now," Onderin finally said aloud, "but I can only ask how I can help you now. If there is anything I can do--I will, and you know it." He added a slight, easy smile.

[Sabian]

”œWell,”

[Onderin Starlisk]

Several things fit together as Sabian's tale unwinded. Onderin was a little more comfortable in his own office than he had been in Commander Dreyfus's, but that was undertoned by the seriousness of the situation and the importance of what he was hearing. By the time Sabian had finished, Onderin had an explanation for the events of the Battle of Coruscant.

 

Of course, it was also difficult to choose how honest to be. Never having been one to really mince words before, the Admiral told the truth. "The codes that were taken from your mind were the fleet's backdoor codes," Onderin explained. "With them, the Empire effectively shut down the entire fleet, leaving it dead in space. There was still a heavily-fought battle, but many Alliance lives were lost, several cruisers were destroyed, and I called an evacuation of the remaining ships and a retreat, giving up Coruscant once again to the Empire.

 

"While the codes were responsible for the loss of many lives, you, Sabian, are not. I don't know how you knew or had ever laid eyes on those codes before--it doesn't make sense and you probably don't even have access to them--but we cannot reverse the things that have been done," the Jedi Master continued. "Remember--this thing, too, was the will of the Force."

 

The Corellian gave a slight smile. "The codes have been changed--if I were you, I'd be careful that you don't see them. As it is, I should be the only one with the backdoor codes memorized, and I should hope I am able to resist them being torn from my mind," he said.

 

Reaching out to put a hand on Sabian's shoulder, Onderin looked into the Jedi Knight's eyes. "You said that the Force saved you from the abyss, and by its grace you now continue to exist. Through it, I suspect, good can still come of this. Spend a few days in meditation and perhaps peace and understanding will come to you. You will be able to serve both the Order and, if you see fit, the Alliance even better than you had before, for all things that happen by the Force are for the eventual betterment of those that serve it," he finished.

[Sabian]

Giving very passive sigh, he looked up immediately up to the man, trying his best to muster a smile from the discussion brought up. The thought that it ws not his fault was reassuring to a degree, while he still felt caught up in the act of believing it. Then, the final revelation of meditation sparked a certain interest, something he had not praticed in far too long.

 

”œI believe I will take your advice into much care and consideration, as I always have. Even looking back in my memories against what I see and hear now, you remain unchanged from them.”

[Onderin Starlisk]

Onderin watched Sabian leave and sat back down at his desk. There was a little more work he needed to do, then perhaps he could find something for the recruits to do...some way to test themselves against the Empire's own pilots.

[Jack Crow]

The planet of Mon Calimari has long been a base for the Rebel Alliance. It has been their stronghold for as long as anyone within the Alliance can remember. It has been their shipyard and training grounds. It is the home planet of one of the greatest Generals in the history of the Alliance, Admiral Ackbar. A great military strategist, he had born into the slavery of the Empire. But through perserverance he rose up against them to defeat the greatest weapon the galaxy had ever faced: The Death Star II. And now great generals are once again gathering on this planet to decide the fate of the galaxy.

 

High above the skies of Mon Calimari, a lone starfighter bursts from hyperspace and the sublight engines propel the craft towards the planet. The light from the nearby sun relfects off the crafts emerald surface as crimson fire brings the pilot closer to the watery planet. Sliding his hands across the controls, the pilot disengages the weapon systems while bring the forward deflector shields online and pushed to full power. Opening a com channel a gracely voice speaks

 

This is Jack Crow of Ilum. Requesting permission to land at docking 374.

 

Setting the autpilot to an automated course which would steadiluy bring his E-Wing closer to the planet until it reached a height of 300 meters, at that point it would begin to hover above the turbulent waters, and he would await permission to land.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Ambassador Talis answered the comm from Crow. "Greetings, Mr. Crow," he said. "Permission granted. Escort will guide you in."

 

As he said it, it was done. A pair of E-wings took off and guided the ship in, just as they had the last several beings to arrive. Just as before, Commander Dreyfus was waiting in the hangar bay when Crow set down, prepared to help him with whatever he wanted or provide the papers for induction into the Alliance military corps.

 

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"This is Admiral Starlisk," Onderin said, on a comm signal with Alliance Intelligence. "I'd like the latest reports on Imperial convoy movements."

 

A moment later, the computer at his desk indicated an upload, then displayed the wanted information. "Thank you very much," he said, ending the comm. For a moment he studied the movements. He didn't have a lot of experience with tracking convoys, nor had he hit many of them before, but of course the tactics were simple and he had some training over it.

 

Putting his voice on the PA (public announcement) system, Onderin called for some men. "This is Admiral Starlisk. I'd like Maroon Lotus and Cadio Sikaot to report to tactical briefing room 63 as soon as possible," he said. As soon as he logged off, he headed down to that room himself, using his commlink on the way to request the use of a Nebulon-B Escort Frigate with its compliment of starfighters. He quickly secured the other 22 men that would be flying this day and made sure the frigate was fully crewed.

 

Entering the briefing room, Onderin sat. It was time to, once again, strike at the Empire.

[Sabian]

The lenghty meditation session, while proceeded near the entire day, involved the intertwining of his former memories. They were like threads in a great looming patchwork, fitted together to create this central motif that consisted of these previous thoughts. As he awoke, he did not wake confused of where he was or who he was. Sabian could at long last open his eyes and see himself inside this new body like his own.

 

Thank you..

 

A quiet voice within his head recalled, channeling out to the one who had sacrificed their being in order to give him his. That body or that soul transcended from his body and was now fitted within the patchwork of the Force he had created.

 

No less, he was fairl exhausted after the ordeal, spending an equal amount of time in rest before waking. In his dreams, the figure of his former lightsaber, long since removed when he was lost to the skies of Coruscant, appeared to him. There was a swamp, inhabited by large toads, where only part of the weapon showed up from amongst the murky depths.

 

Strapping his boots on and tossing a light green cloak overtop the tunic, he followed this intuition outside in the early morning, after having slept the entire day afterwards. Within a couple of hours on foot, Sabian could feel the presence of the lightsaber on the planet of Mon Calamari.

 

Is this.. possible?

 

Furthur he went, into the darkest areas of the surronding forest and came to the swamp in his dreams. There, the largest toads and reptillian creatures lurked, all too unhappy with the uninvited visitor. Though, Sabian was not afraid. Breathing deeply in and then out, the breathe of the Force quickly surronded the environment with his presence, relaxing the aggrivated minds of his companions and setting them to ease.

 

After arriving towards the middle of the vast swamp, knee deep in the murky mudded waters, he closed his eyes and put his hand deep into a patch of reeds. Feeling something hard, he pulled his arm out, revealing the mudded lightsaber he had lost for so long.

 

”œRemarkable..”

[Guest]

While some might begin their service to the Rebel Alliance with a final dive towards the watery planet of Mon Calamari on board their beloved personal starcraft, others... could not afford that luxury. Instead, they simply met with an Alliance recruiter, agreed to serve the Alliance in return for a minimal wage and the glory of serving a righteous cause, and then were promptly stuffed into an anonymous troop carrier to be shuttled away to some base on a distant planet.

 

Enter Nikita Trell, a Chandrilan woman, and a recruit so green that she hadn't even received her uniform. Matter of fact, she was marching down the transport's boarding ramp with several dozen other raw recruits.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Nikita's transport was met by a drill sergeant. Had Patches not been occupied, it would have been him, but he was still working with one of the earlier recruits. The sergeant was somewhat relieved that this group had already filled out Alliance paperwork and such and were already somewhat situated with the faction. That meant that they could get right into the sims.

 

"Welcome to the Alliance, people," he told them casually. "I have a datapad with room numbers for each of you. You'll go to your assigned room and put on the uniform you find there--it will be standard attire and you will be expected to be wearing one of your uniforms at all times.

 

"We're going to do this rather loosely--after you change, you're free to do whatever you want. There are scheduled training sessions in the sim rooms, and the sims are the best way to make a name for yourself as a pilot. If you're going into the ground division, there are ample training arenas where you can meet with an instructer and be taught all of the basics as well as the finer arts of soldier combat.

 

"You are the master of your own schedule, but you won't amount to anything if you squander your time. You're here to fight for the Rebellion against the Empire, and we need people that are exceptional. Enough good work in the sims or training arenas and you'll catch a superior's eye--you can get promoted pretty fast on training alone, but real combat experience is what will really make you or break you," he suppressed a sadistic chuckle after that last remark.

 

"Get going. May the Force be with you."

 

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Onderin Starlisk smiled when Sabian told him his news, though he was a little bit surprised to see his former apprentice here in the briefing room. "That's good news. I don't know why your lightsaber was here of all places, but it was the will of the Force that you obtain it again," he said passively.

 

"I support your decision to realign yourself with the Alliance," the Jedi Master continued in response to Sabian's second statement. "As I promised, I am prepared to recreate the Presidency and give you the head of the Alliance. The faction is changing a little now...we're going to be more active militarily and on all other fronts, and I wouldn't mind focusing on one front, if you will.

 

"If you don't feel like you can take the position just yet, don't worry about it. You could either enter a military branch, if you wish, or you could become a different type of officer. You did well in representing the Alliance as an ambassador in the Black Sun/Link affair, and you could take the position of ambassador on full time," he suggested. "I could also use some help with other diplomatic relations, even among our own people. There is a great influx of new recruits, and I'm worried that some of my officers are unprepared for these numbers and the increase of responsibility that goes with them. You are most proficient in this sort of thing." He gave a quick wink.

[Apollo]

Lotus settled into the cockpit of the simulator. A new group of recruits had arrived at roughly the same time as him and he decided that he wanted to break a few of them in. He had found a room for himself already, changing into the Republic pilot's uniform laid out for him. He had opted to leave his lightsaber in his room as he was quite capable without it and he didn't want to intimidate anyone he would be working with on accident.

 

He fired up the E-wing after slipping his helmet on. The games had began. He was flying a solo scout mission, six fighters in groups of three would be opposing him. Things started off simple enough as he moved towards his final destination. The only scanners he had active were his passive ones, just a precaution to keep them from picking up on him sooner then he wished. This would prove to be more difficult then it was normally, as he could not use the force in the same ways he could in a real snub fighter.

 

He let the force wash over him, falling back into it and letting it guide his hands as the first group of three came into sight. His lithe, yet pale fingers moved over the controls quicker then most sentient beings could follow. His ships systems burst into life as he rocketed forward, lighting up the left wingman and taking him out quickly. He didn't wish to toy with them, or waste any time as time wasted could mean the difference between failure and success. The other two ships up, one moving to the left and the other to the right in an effort to lure him away from one so the other could get him.

 

Lotus guided his ship to the left and flipped on his concussion missile targeting system. The fighter before him juked to and fro trying to prevent a lock on from being accomplished, but in the end he failed and was taken out just as his wing man had been.

 

Three more blips appeared on his screen as the other group came into range. The last man from the first group was on his tail and if he didn't do something soon would take him out. Maroon pulled back on his stick, forcing the ship into a tight upward flip. When his ship leveled out he could practicly look into the eyes of the other pilot as he opened fire with his laser cannons. Another one down.

 

Suddenly a violent shake was sent through his ship as another one of the pilots tried to light him up. Letting the force take control he dived downwards, leading them on a wild goose chase. He sat a timer on one of his missiles and let it drop into space, floating dead. Just as the other three neared it, it detonated taking one out with it. The resulting explosion of Red 2 took out Red 3, leaving only one. The concussive blast had surely blinded him if only briefly.

 

Taking advantage of this Lotus maneuvered around behind him and took him out quickly. The space around him evaporated into the sim as the hatch to his ships cockpit opened up. A roar of applause could be heard as he stepped out, it would seem that he had impressed a few of the newer guys. He cast them a grin and began to speak up, his voice oozing charisma.

 

"Like that did you? Bit of practice and you could do the same thing, just make sure you are hitting up the imperials and not our guys."

 

Winking he slipped out of the room and into the hallway. As he made his way through the base he happened to catch sight of a report on the holonet. It said something about a Jedi and the Rebels attacking Ryloth. This couldn't be true, he knew it couldn't be true. Without a second thought he searched out the Admiral through the force and moved towards him. Only a few seconds after he started though he found out he was to head towards the briefing room. His course was changed once more and he moved towards the briefing room..

Edited May 15, 2006 by Guest

[Onderin Starlisk]

OOC: Pay attention, people! Lotus, you're supposed to be reporting to a briefing room, and so is Slip-Ka-Knot! I'm not going to tell you to read all of my posts with this alias, but I bolded your names for you in my post. I suppose I can start dropping PMs, too, but I don't think I should have to.

 

You have my permission to edit your above post. I would have said this over PM if there were not two of you I'm addressing. Sorry about the OOC post.

[Sabian]

Sabian lowered his eyes, taken aback a bit by the ideas, having to settle back in his chair to think furthur upon the details presented to him.

 

”œI have noticed a fair amount of new faces appearing these last few days. Perhaps the war in its most escalated state, especially after Coruscant, is drawing more people to do something about the chaos that ensued as result of it.”

[Jack Crow]

As his E-Wing touched down on the hangar bay floor, the young pilot looked around the hangar, looking for any immediate threats that could potentially leave him dead. His emerald eyes watched as fighters and bombers took off to make routine practice runs and could feel the rumbling of other starcraft landing. Out of the corner of his eye he saw an officer of rank aproaching his ship. Before raising the cockpit glass, Crow activated his armors weapon systems and rose from the seat. Taking hold of the mechanics ladder, Jack dropped to the deck and walked over to Commander Dreyfus.

 

Snapping a quick salute, Jack awaited the officers orders.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Onderin smiled and almost laughed. "How could I think any less of you? You were my apprentice, and I know that you're more than capable of any position I can offer you."

 

He nodded as Flight Officer Lotus entered the room, along with a few other pilots that would be flying the mission. He was surprised that Officer Sikaot hadn't arrived yet, and considered replacing him on the mission roster with something that was a little more at-the-ready, but he decided he would give him a few more minutes. The man was just a recruit, and he couldn't be expected to be perfectly prudent just yet.

 

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Commander Dreyfus looked Crow over, then handed him a datapad. "Fill out this paperwork, to begin with," he said. "I take it from the military-grade starfighter that you want to be a pilot, though what we really need is officers for the infantry corps. Turn this paperwork in when you're done, then you're pretty much free to get yourself situated with your branch of the military.

 

"The more you practice on your own, the more likely it is that someone will take an interest with you and put you in their squadron. After that, you'll start seeing combat action," Dreyfus finished. "Get to work."

 

He then turned on his heel and walked away. There were a lot of recruits coming in, and it seemed he spoke with each one a little less than he had the last, but it was really all that needed to be said.

[Cadio Sikaot]

Cadio sprinted down the hall to briefing room 63. He arrived and saw Admiral Starlisk waiting patiently.

 

"Sorry I'm late. I had some comm trouble. Wont happen again."

 

((Translated to mean: My internet did one of it's frequent crashes, but I wasn't past the 3 day rule. ))

[Jack Crow]

"I am no fighter pilot. Pilots disgust me."

 

Grippingnthe datapad tightly in his hands, Jack begins to fill out the required forms before handing it into the proper personel. He then makes his way into the Allaince base to familiarize himself with the layout.

[Guest]

Nikita Trell followed the inevitable trail of raw recruits towards their rooms, keeping to herself while a few acquaintances chatted about all manner of subjects: their homes, their aspirations in the Rebellion, a few even got so personal as to inquire what their motivation for joining the Alliance was. Listening to the hubbub of conversation with less than half her attention, she couldn't help but wonder how many of these men and women had ever seen combat in any form.

 

The tell-tale clink of metal as Nikita set her tiny duffel bag to rest on her bunk betrayed the presence of a number of weapons: her personal blaster and a vibroknife.

 

A few minutes later, the Chandrilan finished changing into her fatigues and reported for training in hand-to-hand combat. Even the most casual of checks into her background would reveal that Nikita Trell was proficient in most blaster weapons, especially pistols, but her skills in melee combat left something to be desired.

[Onderin Starlisk]

OOC: Recruits...by all means, don't be afraid to train with each other so that you have someone to RP with. I'm not going to run a dozen NPCs to get everyone involved, though I would certainly like to. Eventually it will you you guys that take care of new recruits.

 

IC:

Onderin stood when Cadio entered. Now that everyone was here, he could start the briefing. "Greetings, pilots," the Admiral began. "In case you don't know, I am Admiral Onderin Starlisk, currently the head of the Alliance.

 

"You have been chosen for a quick mission that will hopefully put some experience under your belt," he took a few steps over towards a nearby holoprojector, his evergreen Jedi robe trailing slightly behind him. He activated the hologram sequence and a tactical display with several shaped blips representing an Imperial convoy appeared. "Intelligence has located an Imperial convoy in transit near the Corellian system. It is uncertain as to what they carry, but it is our intent to find out.

 

"I have decided to lead the mission personally from aboard the Reliance, a Nebulon-B Escort Frigate. The twenty-four of you will make up the two squadrons that it is capable of carrying," the Jedi Master continued, placing a hand on his blond goatee for a moment. "The tactics will be simple. The Reliance will exit hyperspace a few clicks from the convoy and size up the escort. Assuming that they didn't upgrade their defenses since this intelligence was collected, it should be a simple engagement. The pilots will neutralize defenders and disable the convoy while the frigate serves as a mobile command base--its involvement will be minimal."

 

The hologram played out its sequence, showing the arrival of the frigate, the launch of fighters, and the brief engagement.

 

"We'll leave immediately," he finished. "Get to your ships, and may the Force be with you."

 

Nodding a brief farewell to Sabian, Onderin left the room and entered the nearby hangar, where he boarded a shuttle that took him over to the Reliance.

[Cadio Sikaot]

Cadio heard the Jedi's report and went towards the hangar bay and the Reliance. This would be his first mission and he knew he would do well. He was a fair pilot and hoped to prove himself.

 

He arrived at the hangar and boarded the frigate. He stood at the entrance waiting for Admiral Starlisk's instructions on where to report to from here.

[Gren Sairdonga]

Gren Sairdonga, former Antarian Ranger, hand-to-hand combat and demolitions expert, ace pilot and native of Toprawa dropped out of hyperspace in his ship 'Sceond Chance' over the planet Mon Calamari, his first reaction was shock... shock at the battle ravaged fleet that was already orbiting the planet.

 

He'd heard about the titanic battle for Coruscant, and the result that had the Rebel fleet fleeing to outlying systems in an effort to repair their battered fleet and recruit more soldiers, that was what had inspired him to travel here and join. It didn't matter, Gren decided he was here to fight for Freedom and fight he would.

 

Activating his Com system Gren received a hail from the fleet...

 

"Incoming Frighter... What is your Designation, Cargo and Destination?"

 

"This is Gren Sairdonga with the DeepWater Class Light Freighter 'Second Chance', I am heading for the Rebel Alliance fleet... I carry fighter parts and light arms munitions for sale to the Alliance and am offering my services in an Infantry Force or as a Pilot."

 

"Very Well, you are to land in Hangar 17, a party will meet you there, Alliance Command Out.

Edited May 19, 2006 by Guest

[Onderin Starlisk]

OOC: Sorry Cadio and Lotus, but this one is for an NPC to command.

 

IC:

Onderin's comm buzzed and he immediately answered to get a one-way message. His face remained passive as he listened to it, but internally his heart skipped a beat, something that rarely happened to someone that had seen so much of war. It was easy for a warrior to slowly become more and more immune to emotion in order to minimize their feelings of loss when those around them were killed, and Onderin hoped never to reach that position--he was a Jedi.

 

For a moment he hesitated, tied to his duty as Alliance Admiral. But that moment was far too long (despite being only a second or so) and he rose from his position on the Reliance's bridge. "Captain," he addressed the ship's commander. "I'm afraid something has come up that demands my attention. I'll arrange for General Ytall to take command of this mission...I'm sorry I couldn't lead it myself."

 

So saying, the Jedi Master strode off the bridge. On his way back to the hangar, he commed intelligence. "I need this communication tracked," he said, then forwarded the comm message he had received from Kirana Sunrider, his former apprentice, not to mention holder of the rank of Admiral just before he had received it. She was in danger--terrible danger, it seemed, and he felt it was his duty to help her.

 

Even as he boarded the Lambda shuttle to head back over to the shipyard, that hesitation returned. How many times had he told Sabian not to grow attached to someone enough to forsake duty to help them? This was different, he could tell himself, though he didn't. The mission did not require his command--he had only been doing it himself because he had nothing better to do. And now he did have something better to do.

 

Before the shuttle had landed, his comm buzzed again. It was intelligence, already having resolved the tracking issue. Onderin smiled--he was in good company. Intelligence quickly conjectured that the comm had originated on Ilum. "Good work," he told the man on the other end, signing off.

 

No sooner had the shuttle landed than Onderin exited and took the few steps required to arrive at the nearest E-wing. He would be going this alone, and figured that a nice, fast starfighter was the best way to go about it. A Lambda was well-armed, but not nearly as wieldy as he would have liked for a potentially dangerous situation.

 

All in one fluid motion, he pulled himself into the E-wing, lifted off, and plugged in coordinates for Ilum. A second later, the advanced starfighter disappeared into hyperspace.

 

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Meanwhile, General Ytall made the transfer to the Reliance after receiving a quick briefing. He assumed his role seamlessly.

 

OOC: As soon as Cadio posts again, we can leave.

[Cadio Sikaot]

Cadio headed towards the bridge, he heard there was a new commander. Time to get aquainted. He walked into the bridge and reported to General Ytall.

 

"Sir, Cadio Sikaot, reporting for duty sir."

[Damon]

Damon pull out of hyperspace. He was unable to recall the last time he had slept so much in hyperspace. He was half rested from the soul repair. As Damon began his renetry course he was ordered to send in his code or die. Damon sent his code like which was now like second nature in his memory.

 

Send in current code now or we will shoot you down. I will not ask again.

 

"My mistake, here is my current code."

 

The code was sent and recived. He was green lighted and allowed permison to land. Once Damon docked he was greated by a small group of standard soliders who were there to verify his identinty.

 

"Well if you want proof of who I am; my light sabers here should more than do the job."

 

After the troops checked his ID he slowly made his way once more around the Mon Cal base. He had recived notice that the restoration and upation of Gala was on its way and would be done soon. He would then be required to attend to help make sure it is fully up and capable. In the mean time he would report in and try to gather some one who can help with the completion of the base.

[Apollo]

Lotus nodded his head, knowing what he was to do now that the meeting was over. He quickly moved towards the hanger and boarded a transport to the proper ship. Once everything was set he moved to find the commander in charge of the mission as from what he had heard the admiral had something important come up and had to pull out at the last second.

 

"Sir, Maroon Lotus reporting. I'm ready when you are."

 

((sorreh about how long it took, forgot to check this thread ))

[Onderin Starlisk]

OOC: Sorry Cadio, I did mean Lotus.

 

But both of you...there's something you have to understand. This is a military faction and it will be run as such. Think about what you intend to do before you post it, then question whether doing so would make sense. You guys are Flight Officers...I believe that's even a step below Lieutenant.

 

IC:

General Ytall found it a little strange that some of the pilots had come to the bridge to report directly to him, but understood that they were just recruits. He fervently hoped that they were better pilots than they were soldiers in a chain of command, for they would certainly be killed otherwise. "Dismissed, Flight Officers," he said simply, not sure what else there was to say.

 

He turned back to the captian and said, "Captian, take us out."

 

The captain nodded, then relayed the order to the helmsmen, who had already plotted the coordinates for the point that they would make their arrival at--the point where the Imperial convoy would soon be intercepted. Once again, combat was at hand. Some would die today, but some died in every battle. They were just sacrifices that had to be made.

 

"Into hyperspace on my mark....mark," the captain ordered. Stars stretched into lines, then mottled into the blue and purple hues of hyperspace.