Rise of the Imperials [First Order Dominion of Yalara and Effekt]

[Tanomas Graf]

Location: Retribution-class Star Destroyer Reprisal, Debris Field
Allies: The First Order, [member="Avicus DuSang"], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
Enemies: Damned Space Pirates
Post: 2/20, Development of Imperial X-class at 15%

The Com-Scan operator nearly had a heart attack when dozens of capital ships suddenly came out of hyperspace near their position, but to everyone's relief, the ships were identified as First Order Star Destroyers belonging to the 2nd Fleet. Captain Graf's thoughts on why an entire fleet was there were interrupted when the communications officer told him they were being hailed by the command ship. Tanomas hunched over the console with the officer as they patched the transmission through.

"Captain Graf, this is Admiral DuSang of the 2nd Fleet. I trust you saved some action for us." Said a voice from the console. Graf cleared his throat and gave his response "Admiral, fantastic seeing you, didn't save any because there's no action out here other than floating chunks of blasted ship. I have to admit that it's a bit strange that an entire fleet would be participating in a sweep and salvage operation..." he said as he glanced out of the bridge viewports at the numerous gargantuan Resurgent-class destroyers creating a defensive formation.

Graf's eyes were then drawn to the debris field itself as he awaited a response from the admiral, noticing the drifting hulls of blasted but still distinguishable Imperial-classes and several more modern types of ships, until he saw glowing lights moving towards them at particularly high speeds, his eyes widened as he yelled orders to his crew with the transmission still open "Missiles! Initiate point defense barrage and brace yourselves!" as the smallest laser cannons on the destroyer started firing rapidly in the direction of the guided missiles.

The other two ships in his line began firing too as more lights appeared out of the debris field. The laser batteries had destroyed but all but two of the missiles as one impacted the outer shields on the starboard section and another impacted the shields directly in front of the bridge, creating a shockwave that knocked a few officers down and caused some consoles to emit sparks. They were lucky compared to one of the line's other ships, which had a missile go through the shields and into the midsection, splitting the ship in half.

"Take evasive action! Use the debris as cover! Launch the fighters and have them intercept other missiles" He yelled as the star destroyer's engines kicked in and began moving them.

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Yalara
Post: 8/20
Objective: Space station development

"Access hatches closed"

"I guess, unicom is the way to go here, we'll take off without any need for traffic control"

"This is Wild Space after all: most First Order pilots worth their permits would learn about unicom procedures early in the process"

"Takeoff sequence initiated"

Unicom is a traffic advisory frequency used by pilots around sparsely-populated planets. And even on planets like Lanteeb or Morellia, when there is only one commercial spaceport of importance, sometimes nightly operations are conducted on unicom. Spaceport Derretowa, for example, closed the control tower, named after [member="Charlyra Araano"], for the last five hours of the night. And as the Maersk of Lanteeb departs Yalara's surface, she saw the desert world in the distance and the gravity well of the planet becoming less and less of importance to her. When she was ready to depart, after warning the Noghri onboard not to unduly hoard the merchandise, or to steal it: there has to be some of it left for the Effekt residents when they arrive on Effekt, and, from there, back to Lipsec, and finally on to Yalara. The life of a spaceline CEO who was actually doing most of their board meetings on holoconference due to Dunames flying around the galaxy (mostly FO space) more often than not was a little weird. But she still lived the life of a spacer even when managing that aspect of the business.

"Lightspeed to Effekt!"

 

[Caid Centurion]

Post 4
Location: Halaban, Effekt
Allies: [member="Thresh Sken"] | [member="Miles Cormin"] | [member="Saki lin"]

Caid entered the Halaban Palace, or rather what remained of it, in silence. Shifting his gaze around the gradually destabilizing architecture which appeared to have suffered more than its fair share of ill-fated assaults, the young Knight of Ren exhaled softly. He imagined it was a rather magnificent building in its past. Perhaps the same could be said for the entirety of the planet. It was evident, however, that more than a fair amount of work would be required to restore it to its former glory.

Outside, several of the citizens dropped to their knees at the display of the three members of the Order of Ren. Soft murmurs of adoration fell from their lips as the people claimed to have been 'delivered by the Gods'.

When Thresh and Saki entered with the last guard, Ciardha slowly turned to face them. Hands clasped behind his back, he asked a simple question. "I presume your former master did not come to power with a great deal of ease. He was weak, however. I'm sure in the early stages of his assumed superiority, none would have been able to venture so close to him, so easily." Slowly, Ciardha took a few steps forward. "There is no way that eight men were the extent of his command. Tell me where the rest remain, and you may yet escape our wrath. The people of Effekt have strayed too far."

The guard remained collapsed on his knees, staring up at the three with a mixture of fear and confusion. "Ku-Kullcor. It's...a magical place. It grants great power to those worthy. A member of the Chosen prophesied that a great power would deliver those within Kullcor to eternal life."

Behind his mask, Ciardha smiled thinly. It's incredible how much more powerful religion is than any amount of technology. "The Chosen?"

"Those that are stewards of the Temple of the Heaven Born, the place where the Gods speak to them, guiding the people. During the war, many of the nobles fled there. It is a holy place - none dare venture there in hostility for fear of the Gods."

"Really... How intriguing." Ciardha was silent for only a moment longer. "You will take my two associates," Ciardha indicated Saki and Thresh, "To Kullcor." There was nothing left to be said as Ciardha turned to go about his own business. He would wait until his two apprentices departed before returning to his vessel to find this Temple.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Objective 2:
Post Three.
[member="Valessia Brentioch"]

There was another bow from Lurgok, and the High Colonel did the same, ever the respectful visitor.

There was a roll of the Sith Hybrid's shoulders as he descended towards the desert below after the Noghri, but not before looking over the distance that he would be crossing. Even on the taxi pad stations he could see the heat waves rolling off of the horizon and there was a tensing in his jaw before he started down. There were many Noghri to see off their champion heading off. There were even some Imperials already in position, but many of them were Officers or Non-Commissioned Officers within his own unit to see him off.

He was relatively unknown within the First Order. For now. Soon, he imagined when true conflict began, he would prove his worth against the likes of the Galactic Alliance.

When and should he succeed here, even the Noghri would prove themselves along his Regiment.

That was all he cared for.

War.

And then they began. Where Lurgok started with a steady pace across the desert, the Young Graush didn't wait for anything and took off. His confidence rolled off of him in the Force. Physical tests were what he excelled at. At least, that's what he had been led to believe.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 3

"May I congratulate you, Valessia, on your impressive management of the supply chains to Merton Station," Natasi said, half turning to favor [member="Valessia Brentioch"] with a smile. "Ahead of schedule is one of my favorite phrases. Please feel free use it, early and often." She turned back to the viewport, her dark eyes taking in the station in progress, her fingers knitting together behind her back, before turning her attention to the data display and looking into the different modularity options.

"Early detection, absolutely. We will need to establish several of these types of stations across the frontier. The Galactic Alliance are shifty and not to be trusted. Plus, their blind moralizing makes them dangerous," she mused aloud, pursing her lips. Natasi put her hands on her hips and circled the round holoprojector, studying each of the options. "And a wing of fighters is absolutely advisable. I will coordinate with the Supreme Commander to determine which squadrons. We'll circulate them regularly." She looked down at some of the scrolling data at the base of the display.

"I will accept both invitations. I suppose I should give them all the chance to touch the hem of my garment." She sighed and looked back up to the viewports, then over to Valessia. "But -- really well done, Ms. Brentioch. You have my compliments."

 

[Saki lin]

Post 3
Location Halaban effkt
[member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Miles Cormin"] [member="Ciardha Ren"]

They six were finished offor quickly and easily as the smell of seared flesh hung through the air the bodies of those men with faces of permanent fear dead where they had stood

She bowed as he approached keeping a eye on the guard carefully so he wouldn't try any thing stupid...her glare was probably enough to keep the man from moving at all..

She listened to the two as she gave a quirk, eternal life huh...given the different things scientific reasons and such it wasn't impossible

She gave a bow at his last words and moved to the man as she pulled him up" you will lead us to this place with no tricks...cross us and I can guarantee a fate worse then that of your friends or former hehehe master" she said with a glare and small smile

 

[Visser Chernykh]

Objective I
Post V
[member="Avedia Lacroix"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Wolf"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Isla Ashen"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"]

He struggled to regain control of his sensorium. It was so real and it became harder to tell himself from the Chistori. But there's a cellular awareness in every being. A subconscious thing that he clung to desperately.

He was Mael Ren. A Disciple of Ren and servant of the First Order. Mael drew on memories of his training. It filled him with the seed of strength he needed.

The man staggered beyond the physical reach of the sorcery. Reality snapped back into place in an instant. Disorientation make him brace himself against a wall. It's there again!

The Force had returned. Relief and excitement flooded him. He drew on it deeply as he straightened. It felt so wonderfully alive as it filled him.

He gathered himself quickly. This was no place for such sentimental weakness! Mael quickly took stock of the situation of followed Veles and the others. Cautious steps led him out onto the ledge....

 

[Progflaw99]

Location: 100th Fighter Squadron Ready Room
Objective: 2. Noghri, No Yield
In Vicinity: [member="[/B][/SIZE][FONT='courier new']Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Ishana Pavanos"][/FONT]
Post: (2)
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Nils smiled as he shook the man's hand. It was nice to meet another of their squadron. His ears perked up as the speakers picked up, a voice detailing the operation they were to embark on. He slid into one of the comfortable flight chairs, taking a small notepad from his pocket. He liked to keep paper notes over the datapads. A notepad wasn't effected by EMP's or technical glitches. As he scribbled a rough outline of what was being said he started running through scenarios in his head. As the speakers went dead, he raised his head once more, the errant scribbling of notes ceasing. He smirked as Roderik spoke. His old friend still had a joker's charisma. It was one of the man's personality traits he enjoyed and part of why they had gotten on so well.
He'd have to check who was in his flight. He'd seen a few of the other pilots start shuffling in. Stuffing the notes into his pocket, he stood and retrieved a datapad from one of his other pockets. Quickly scanning his flight roster, he found he would be leading flight three. Under his command were three other TIE pilots. Briefly glancing at their names, he raised his voice quickly, motioning to the seats up in front.

"Mollin, Barker, Veck. Front and center. You're in Flight Three."

With a shuffling of bodies, three of the small rabble moved to the front. They nodded as they sat down in the seats, looking to Nils as he began filling them in. They'd get a more detailed brief once they were in their fighters but he wanted to give them the down and dirty right then. They could talk patterns and coordination once in the air. As he spoke, he motioned towards the pilots, pulling out his small notepad. He laid out a few expectations for them, notepads were a must. It was a moot point really, the datapads were reliable enough, but he wanted to see how they followed orders. The chances he would be flying with the same group for a while was pretty high and just as in his previous squadron, he ran a tight ship. It wasn't that he was a stickler for rules, even Roderik knew that, but in the heat of combat, something as simple as a questioned order or a slight deviation could mean the deaths of more than just yourself.

 

[Thresh Sken]

Post 4
Location: Halaban, Effekt
Allies: [member="Ciardha Ren"] [member="Saki lin"] [member="Miles Cormin"]

"Yes, sir" I replied to Ciardha Ren's last directions. Saki lin took over intimidating the man, as we walked out of the palace. The crowd in front watched as we walked down the front steps, with more fear now than the awe they possessed earlier. I paid them no heed, focusing instead on following Saki lin's lead as the sole guard started off in a new direction from the palace.

 

[Komo]

Location: 100th Fighter Squadron Ready Room
Objective 2 - Noghri, No Yield
In Vicinity: [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Ishana Pavanos"]
Post (2)

As the announcement she had been waiting for boomed over the speakers, Greta grabbed her flight helmet and leapt off the wing of her starfighter gracefully to a smile. The young lieutenant was eager for action. She began walking over to the briefing room, increasing her pace as the crowd in the hangar area seemed to increase, delaying the young officer in her attempts to get to the briefing room on time. By the time she had reached the briefing area, a small crowd of her fellow squadron mates had already been to gather. Although she had not really met them, other than her commander, she recognised two of the other flight leaders, the famous Nils Brenner and the one and only Pierce Fortan the third.

These were individuals she had heard of, but never met, and the brunette was eager to introduce herself to her fellow elite pilots. However, the briefing seemed to be about to begin anytime now, and introductions would have to make do for later. Scrap that. While the commander waited for the remainder of the pilots to arrive, Greta immediately took the opportunity to introduce herself to the two pilots she most wanted to meet. Moving over to Pierce first, she approached the man, and with a sheepish smile on her face, said. "It's very good to meet you Lieutenant Fortan. I'm Greta, and I look forward to flying with you, be it in the sky or in the cockpit." When she was done saying her piece to Pierce, Greta went over to Nils and did the exact same. She had to meet Nils Brenner after all, didn't she?

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Halaban, Effekt
Post: 8/20
Objective: Space station development

"We have arrived over Effekt, captain"

"Commence landing sequence near Halaban"

"Roger"

Yet more adventures in unicom-land. This time around Dunames was to collect scholars, adventurers and intelligence agents posing as such from Effekt's capital Halaban. Effekt was a planet that was practically cut off from the greater galaxy for a year or so. But at the same time another Star Tours ship was on location: the Tofolk of Hoth, the newest ship that currently does flying for Logistical Command. Logistical Command seems to have a good working relationship with Star Tours, but at the same time there are those adventurers who were funded by Logistical Command for doing the same things as the Noghri she just collected from Yalara. Once the Maersk of Lanteeb landed on the outskirts of Halaban, some good distance away from [member="Thresh Sken"], [member="Saki lin"], [member="Ciardha Ren"] or [member="Miles Cormin"], the unloading process begins and Dunames begins counting the remaining items in the inventory, under the assumption that the Noghri would have bought everything they wanted before the ship makes landfall on Effekt.

"Landing sequence complete, open the bottom hatch"

 

[Caid Centurion]

Post 5
Location: Halaban, Effekt
[member="Thresh Sken"] | [member="Miles Cormin"] | [member="Saki lin"] | [member="Dunames Lopez"]

Ciardha watched briefly as the trio retreated back in the direction they had come. Once they'd disappeared outside, his silver-green gaze briefly swept the interior of the Palace. A part of him wanted to explore the structure, but there would be time for that later. A task left to others. The purpose of the Ren on the planet was merely to bring the population to heel. Exploring and cataloging the many resources Effekt had left to offer was the domain of some government functionary.

After taking two steps towards the exit, the communicator in the Ren's helmet activated with a soft beep. It was an incoming transmission from the Retribution-class Star Destroyer that had been detached in support of the current operation. "Sir. We're reading two arrivals on the planet, sensors picked them up making an abrupt entry into the atmosphere."

Ciardha paused for a brief moment. "I'm not sure why this is my concern, Captain. I presume you were able to obtain a transponder return?"

"Yes sir. Both vessels are apparently charted out through a civilian agency. Star Tours?"

"What the feth is Star Tours? Is this a joke?"

"Afraid not sir."

"A random corporation is operating on this world...now?"

"It's loosely affiliated with some element of the military command structure."

"Oh good, then they can fall under military orders. Send me the information on this company. If they so much as drift in the direction of the city, destroy them."

"Yes sir."

Star Tours... Seriously? Shaking his head, Ciardha exited the Palace and stepped back out onto the streets. The crowds had mostly dispersed, probably having following Saki and Thresh for a time. Meeting up with the Sergeant, Ciardha quietly altered his command instructions. "Keep eyes on this location, I want it to remain secured in case we need a rally point." That complete, Ciardha made casual progress back towards the shuttle they'd arrived in.

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The guard escorting Saki and Thresh followed commands obediently and without question. As they reached the edge of Halaban, he indicated a speeder that seated four. "We'll need to use that to get to Kullcor. It's roughly a thirty minute ride at top speed."

 

[Saki lin]

She stayed behind the man as so she could watch him, she looked to the people that radiated fear. But she didid not care they were not a problem nor her objective at all...her only objective was to get to the location this man was leading them

When they came upon the speeder she looked to him and opened the door" Thresh get in the back of the speeder I'll sit by him as to watch him so he doesn't try anything stupid"with that she pushed the man into the speeder and went around as she got in"

Post 4
[member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Miles Cormin"] [member="Ciardha Ren"]

 

[Thresh Sken]

Post 5
Location: Kullcor
Allies: [member="Ciardha Ren"] [member="Saki lin"] [member="Miles Cormin"]

I stepped out of the back of the speeder. Our guide did not try anything on the way here, thanks to Saki lin, so the ride was rather uneventful. We chose to stop a kilometer from Kullcor in the speeder, to enable us to advance on foot. Just in case any defenses were already in place. The idea was, so that we could detect them sooner and blow them up. It would just make it easier that way. The guide was getting visibly more nervous the closer we got, but that might've been just because us apprentices were making him lead the way. I kept my eyes constantly searching, ears perked up to hear the slightest noise, mechanical or otherwise. Nothing. We creeped ever closer, with just the birds in the trees to keep us company... so far.

 

[Wolf]

Objective 1
Post 2
[member="Avedia Lacroix"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Skjold Alexeyev"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"] | [member="Isla Ashen"]

Sparks flew as lightsabers clashed, red on blue. His opponent, a Jedi, weaved this way and that, as he followed and parried each blow, and countered with his own. The duel went on for some time, and he felt himself grow in anger at his opponent's skill. How did this pathetic Jedi grow so strong? His opponent wore a simple shirt and a shoulderpad, and sported a brown beard. Kyle Katarn. He had grown strong. Without the Dark Side to aid him, how was this possible?

Katarn now suddenly rolled to the side, and shot forward. The Dark Jedi felt the blade pierce through his abdomen, his eyes widening in shock as he fell to the ground. In his dying moments, he looked up, expecting to see Katarn's smug face of victory. But there was no smugness. Instead, he saw another emotion. Another emotion that would make him even more angry. Pity. He could see pity in Katarn's eyes. How dare he. How dare he, a weak Jedi, take pity upon him. But yet, this Jedi was not weak. For he had just defeated the great Desann. Had he got it wrong this whole time? Was the Dark Side not stronger than the Light? Were they the same, or worse, was the Light stronger? Could the Jedi be right? The Force was not on his side, it was on the Jedi's. Why?

Wolf's eyes opened suddenly, gasping with shock as he felt himself teetering on the edge of the thin ledge. His arms reached back to hold onto something and regain his balance. His hand found a cleft in the rock wall behind him, which he held onto and pulled himself back. The visions and voices were getting stronger and stronger the deeper they went, and he took a few deep breaths as he processed what had just happened, and how close he had come to just falling off. One minute he was walking along the ledge, and the next he was battling Kyle Katarn, and then nearly falling off a ledge. His years as a soldier had taught him perseverance and developed his strong will, but being untrained in the Force he felt helpless in the face of the illusions. He grit his teeth, continuing to walk again slowly along the ledge. Again he felt an illusion stab at his mind, and threaten to send him into another vivid dream sequence. This time he refused to close his eyes and pressed onwards, willing with all his might to close up his mind to being drawn in again. He could not afford to lose control of his thoughts again, or he would surely fall to his death. Doubts were creeping in on him as he considered what had happened to Desann. Wolf would not fall so easily however, and dismissively laughed out loud. Desann was a fool. Of course a Jedi who had trained hard enough could be as strong as a Dark Jedi, or even a Sith. The Jedi will always be inferior, not because they physically lose every fight, but because what they fight for is wrong. Their ideals lead to only more chaos, their devotion to 'liberty' and 'democracy' for all people everywhere is simply a wish for anarchy, and more chaos, and more violence, and more death.

Satisfied with his reasoning, Wolf could feel the doubts subside, at least for now. He continued along the ledge with the others as the path flattened out to a plateau. He stretched his back and shook his legs, now having the space to move without the risk of falling to one's death. He watched as the Mon Cal Sith Lord turned to the left. It seemed a reasonable decision, being the only path with any information about it, and where the guide's grandmother had travelled. Wolf would have done the same. Taking in a deep breath and blowing out, he steeled himself for whatever was to come next as he followed the Sith Lord.

 

[Avicus DuSang]

Post 2 - Debris Field

The Admiral could only grin. "One can never have too much firepower, my good Captain." Yellow eyes darted across the bridge as the alarms began going off. "Missiles, sir!" Avicus slammed his fist down on the console. "How did they get the jump on us?!"

"They must've been using the debris field as cover, sir." Avicus stood erect, clasping his hands behind his back. "Clever bastards. Close the private channel. All ships lay down suppression fire. I want those missiles obliterated before they come near any First Order ships."

He took the cigarette out of his mouth, snuffing it in a nearby ashtray. "Let's give our boys some support." TIE fighters zipped forward as the fleet began moving towards the Reprisal. Laser cannons began sending volleys of blasts into the debris field.

"I want coordinates on where those missiles are coming from. Begin to sweep and destroy." This isn't the first bit of guerrilla warfare the Dark God had experience with. Sneaky pirates could topple a few ships, but an entire fleet?

"Change ship formation to Alpha Tango Nine. TIE formations to Beta Charlie Four." He stepped forward, eyes fixated on the battlefield. "It's going to take more than that to shake our resolve..."

[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Halaban, Effekt
Post: 9/20
Objective: Space station development

"The Finalizer is opening a channel to us"

"On screen"

"Logistical Command, this is Captain Ulduar of the Finalizer, stay clear of any settlement"

"Finalizer, this is the Maersk of Lanteeb, will attempt to land in the countryside"

Knowing that landing too close to any settlement would be a risk, and that, to the collision avoidance system, [member="Saki lin"], [member="Thresh Sken"], [member="Ciardha Ren"] and [member="Miles Cormin"] were detected as terrain hazards, that made Dunames drift away from Halaban and its main spaceport, which is, by First Order standards, a white elephant, that is, grossuly under-used. They have to be quick before they could depart to Lipsec, but the scholars, intelligence agents and adventurers that resided on Effekt agreed to go on this travel on their own accord. Why was Ciardha Ren holding such grudges against Star Tours? Didn't he understand that Logistical Command relied on Star Tours and Dunames Lopez for a reason? Because Star Tours symbolized how different they actually were from the other factions, especially other dark-sided factions. That one dark-sided faction that actually believed in the power of commerce. That one dark-sided faction that could make the best out of its residents' quality of life, that doesn't neglect the population's well-being.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Location: the Yalara Dam's cave/tunnel system.
Objective: 3
Allies: [member="Sentiri"], First Order Security Bureau, currently Ghosmal and Zamassir
Enemies: Gnashers
Post: 4/20 awwww yeaaah

The beast only seemed annoyed with the rounds Amin sent it's way, responding with a growl and intense anger. The Agent persisted, taking note of Sentiri's victory and that of the guides as he pied forward. Inching and firing. One burst at a time while advancing aggressively on the furious beast with a primal rage he matched. Casings fell listlessly to the side as the drum magazine underneath the weapon fed round after round of death through the air and into the creature. The recoil served as a comfort as a ting of fear grasped at Amin's heart. If this didn't work the creature would likely rip him in half and send his insides tumbling about like shrapnel at the rest of his group, who would likely face the end of their existence shortly after.

[member="Valessia Brentioch"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

OOC Note: Ready to arrive and help dev Tanomas. Sorry for the delay.

Location: Orbit over Yalara
Objective: Pulling out.
Post: III

When the message came out, decalring that ships over 1200 meters had to leave. The Pride of Avalonia, and Vindicator couldn't be there, ebcause the duo measured 1600m a piece. Carlyle immediately dictated a message. "Send this to the comms channels of the fleet. The Vindicator and Pride of Avalonia are pulling out."

"Aye aye sir, message sent." The comms technician said.

"Good, tell Margs to report to sector four, seven eight, make a microjump to lightspeed there." The captain commanded.

"Orders recieved." The technician said, "Lieutenant Margs will follow your lead."

"Good, Helmsman, set course." The captain ordered, watching the ship make the jump through the bridges viewport.

The journey was instantaneous, the two massive star destroyers were now well out of the war games zone. Rausgeber smiled, "Now, to find something to do. Any commands, or leads?"

The comms officer looked down at the console, "Actually, we may have something. The second fleet just dropped out of lightspeed, and are engaging a group of pirates. They've sent out an engagement signal. We could drop in there to help mop up."

"Are they now? Coordinates?" The captain asked.

"Sector four, point, eight, six." The comms officer said.

"Where abouts is that in our navigational charts?" The captain asked.

"Not too far now sir, about a fifteen minute jump to lightspeed to get there." The navigator called out.

"Adjust the course and send it to the Pride, I want us to deploy at four, point ,eight, five." The captain said, "Helmsman can you do this?"

"Already locking coordinates. Ready on your mark." The Helmsaman reported.

"Now." Rausgeber commanded, watching as space began to speed up around them.

[member="Avicus DuSang"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Saki lin]

Saki exited the vehicle and started pushing the man along...threshs plan to sneak up and get a jump on them may just play out...she half trusted her fellow neophyte....half only because you never fully trusted a stranger even if they were a ally

She stopped...something felt odd as they got closer....she brushed it off and looked to the guide who seemed to get more and more paranoid by the second...whatever it didn't matter to much

The two crept till she gave a down signal..she looked over the hill and indeed spotted a few people...armed"alright looks like armed guards Thresh I wanna trust you with the man as I don't trust him to stay...I'll take them out

Post5
[member="Thresh Sken"]