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Post by Darth Hades on Jul 2, 2010 18:29:03 GMT -5
Rusade nearly bumped into Strings. He listened to him and nodded looking at Ashley a familiar face and Jas someone he did not know. "I'guessing Elifain is being his one man army self?" Rusade said chuckling.
Jas looked confused when they mentioned house arrest. "Wait hold on. I for one did not do anything wrong. There is no way I'm getting a arrest. Unless being with a girl is illigal?"
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Post by Ragsmire on Jul 3, 2010 1:07:40 GMT -5
Kuat Main spaceport
Weary feet marched to an unspecified rhythmic beat into the dursteel laced spaceport hanger. Two LAAT’s were already on the way to “Check out” Them, more like process and systematically register, designate, and catalog them into some super Mandalorian databank. It didn’t take long for the troops of the, new, designated “Terrain Military force.” As according to Malone apparently, to assemble and line up in several single file lines while awaiting the LAAT’s.
Major Bra coordinated his men, fully expected weapons to be confiscated, helmets to be removed, commlinks, data pads, and any other varying pieces of equipment that could pose a potential threat for whatever reason. Instantly as the LAAT’s touched down so did the sudden slapping of dozens of pares of feet hitting the ground and moving forward toward the Federation-Terrain forces.
“Disarm yourselves. Weapons in the LAAT's, and then find somewhere to sit. You'll get em back before you leave...”
Shouted one stern faced Mando, he was apparently in charge of the clean up operation and from his tone didn’t like the circumstances surrounding them. Hesitation shuffled through his ranks until Bra gave an affirmative to comply with the order, his men stepping up in small groups and tossing the weapons aside into the vessels as commanded, then moving toward the back of the hanger, near the ship port.
Hellbound, Hanger.
“you can’t take him, how will you know his medical history, or if he is allergic to something.” Protested doctor Cameron, whom seemed the only one to actually care. The Mandalorian just insisted they’d “Take care of him.” After a moments more struggle Cameron eventually gave up and turned away from the blast door that he’d been taken through to reunite with her colleges cramped huddled together a few paces away from the longsword.
“Why do you keep trying?” asked one of the other doctor’s in a low casual tone as she approached the two.
“Trying what, to save lives?” Cameron retorted truly unsure what it was her comrade was referring too.
“The man is a maniac, it’d probably be best if he died, now we just wont take the blame for it.” He elaborated; clearly fostering the same misguided view of Tycen as most of his crew, one that suggested Malone was clinically insane or unstable and should be institutionalized, or as a convenient alterative killed. But perhaps it was fear that drove him to wish for the demise of their prince, even in space millions of light years away from Terra, he was still there prince.
“We’ll just have to see how he feels about that once he’s recovered.” Cameron warned fully intent on informing Tycen, she saw he was a misunderstood soul who needed saving, or so she subscribed to believe.
Kuat space, Cockpit of a TIE fighter.
Cruising with ever ever so much ease through the ships, and the station, and the black, and even the white-wait not the white. Of Space was thirteen TIE fighters, of what was believed to be more then thirty operational ones. Tapping in to a secure Mando communications network the vessels leading ship tried to figure out what had been going on.
"Ah...Hellbound, this is Khris Cada, I have with me some Mandos ready to help out, but we're not sure with what? Can i get a sitrep?"
He asked feeling out the area, Khris picked up a couple interesting prickles but nothing that really indicated what two giant ships that weren't here before were doing now, not withstanding were the various fighters withdrawing to their home craft and just how everything had gone down.
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Post by Elifain on Jul 6, 2010 3:05:08 GMT -5
Strings laughed aloud, when he heard rusades comment, and said, Actually, He is not. Last I checked, the commander was in the control room. He slowly turned towards Jas, and said, Your only crime is stepping into a battlefield with a known imperial. Your stay is more for your safety, until we reach Mandalore, then an imprisonment. Afterwords, He turned finally to ashley, as she asked about handcuffs. He raised an eyebrow, before saying, I trust that you will handle yourselves so that they are not needed, but if you require them... He finished, by reaching to his side, and pulling out a set of binding clips After the showing, he quickly moved, with his men into the hanger, and boarded the ship, 2 remaining behind ashley and jas, until they entered as well, in which the ship would launch towards the hellbound.
Telos looked up as the com officer reported a message on mandalorian freqs. Within a moment, he was listening in on the message, looking confused. This is hellbound. Kris, you say. haven't heard of you... Report to the hanger bay for inspection. Most troops are returning to the hellbound, as is. We'll be pushing off soon.
As the last of the imperials was hearded into a hanger, the mandalorians inside pulled out, and sealed the room off from the rest of the complex. It would be a while before the soldiers got out, but it would give the mandalorians time to send more men, and ships, to hold the damned place. 50 mandalorians, however, branched out, lacking the armor of their bretheren, and instead, donning civilian clothing. Most of them had had dealings with kuat in the past, and so most fit in perfectly with the surrounding civilians, even so far as having contacts among them, or mearly hacking the systems, and inserting their i.d.'s into the servers.
Elifain smirked at Devons response, and meerly said, We'll see... Before turning and heading out of the command booth, followed by the bridgeburners on the parimeter. Lacking the armor, Elifain cut a less imposing form, but those around him kept a steady pace behind him. He made quick time to the hanger, where his men were loading in the dropships, as well as loading the federation soldiers aboard. The ships loaded with federation forces, would take them to the momento mori, while the mandalorian ships would return to the hellbound. All mandalorian forces. We're heading out. Pack your gear, and get moving, out. He said, over the intercom system, before cutting the link to the station, and as the last of his men climbed aboard the LAAT's, he joined them.
ooc: if you guys have things you want to finish up, do so now, but i'm ready to call it a topic... My next post is the hellbounds departure, and tycens return.
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Post by DarkSaber on Jul 6, 2010 3:39:20 GMT -5
Ashley glared at Strings and said, "Don't worry I'll behave. Jas...well I assume you in the same trouble as me." She smirked slightly. --- Devon smirked and she followed the rest of the crew.
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Post by Darth Hades on Jul 6, 2010 11:48:40 GMT -5
Rusade decided to follow Strings and his prisoners to the Hellbounds. Rusade would wait for Elifain when he returned to his ship. As he walked along side Strings, Jas was walking without making a stir. He didn't like where things were going for him. He would have to find a way out of his jam he was in. But for now, Jas would be at thier mercy.
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Post by Ragsmire on Jul 7, 2010 0:28:43 GMT -5
Kuat space, Cockpit of a TIE fighter.
Khris listened with a slow yawn at the response message as he was told of his unknown status amongst the mandos and told to land at the Hellbound for inspection, probably mistook him for an imperial. He pressed down on the comms trigger to relay the simple answer to command before he began his way to the hanger.
"Copy that, I'll move in as requested." With that he took manual control over the fighter and steered it toward the hanger, which was not very exact considering there were a multitude of them, but he'd just pick one and move in, his fellow TIE pilots would surely do the same. the TIE eased in to place as the S-coils were activated and it slowly touched down, Khris was Corellian was anything short of a perfect landing expected?
He popped the hatch and sprang out with an effortless jump from within hitting the ground without so much as a thud. Khris took a look around the hanger at the Mandos readying for departure and figured he'd take matters into his own hands and find out what's been happening.
Khris took off from the hanger and after searching for a undisclosed amount of time located Telos somewhere near the bridge he assumed.
"So, Pal, Its me, the renown and legendary Jedi knight, now retired, and friend of the good guys Khris Cada-But enough about my wondrous adventures lets talk about the now, what's the situation with the Feds out there?
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Post by Elifain on Jul 21, 2010 22:09:53 GMT -5
Telos looked out of the corner of his eye at the man who had just now introduced himself as khris. It took him a moment to get past that introduction, as he quickly looked back to the ops screens, and sent a signal to all mandalorian forces. Time to pull out boys. eight LAAT's are going to drop off the feds, the rest bring troops back home. As the orders were made, the medical team, with a stabilized Tycen, moved to return the man to the longsword it had been brought in on, before the ship itself, and its crew, were dumped back into space so they could move their own ways. The ships, packed with The federation troops, and the mandalorians, made quick time to their specific targets, before unloading, and in the case of those that had gone to the federations ship, returned to the hellbound. Elifain returned to the bridge shortly later, a bored expression on his face, as NK-02 took his place following Elifain. moments later, the hellbound and its support ships made the jump that would take them back towards mandalore.
ooc: i am assuming that everyone except the feds moved with elifain, and moving on.
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Post by Ragsmire on Jul 23, 2010 23:45:17 GMT -5
Precisely seven minutes after the departure of the Hellbound, Memento Mori Hanger, deck C.
Doctor Cameron moved down the ramp of the longsword paces ahead of the other medics to inform an oddly surreal Raines on his status after the mandalorians patch up. The woman didn't seem to much mind Malone's injuries like Cameron did, perhaps she wasn't one of his supporters.
"Ma'am, junior medically officer Ilyana Cameron, Malone is currently in stable condition and recovering from the injuries sustained during battle. The mandalorians took him and preformed surgery to, i assume, repair the damage to his bone structure and flesh. I would recommended we take him in for scans as soon as possible in case they added something...ah Ma'am."
Cameron finished quite bluntly announcing her subtle unspoken fear that the mandalorians might have implanted a listening device while he was under the knife, completely subjugating the speech she’d thought out on the trip over.
Raines remained silent for a long moment watching has they moved Malone to the med wing for further treatment and observation. The commander seemed quite content on the unwelcomed outcome to the day's events, unlike Tycen, or Tina, Raines was the only one in a position of power to not want to elevate the violence, but she was apparently out numbered, but felt the ending a fitting one, perhaps this would force the prince to face his mortality.
"Thank you officer Cameron, i can handle things from this point forward." Raines responded dismissively going so far as to wave the medic off. It was about this time that the shuttle carrying both Tina and Torlow arrived on deck, with the par flooding out almost as soon as it touched the ground.
Raines moved forward to greet them promptly, welcoming Tina with a swift smack across the face as punishment for her fatuous action. A long moment of shocked silence filled the air around the hanger has the sound of the slap rang throughout quelling any and all actions of the crewmen who stared on for a moment before shifting back to their duties.
"You imprudent little foolish girl, what in god's name possessed you to open fire without ah order do to so?" Raines tone was heightened to the point that it would be considered just under a shout, stern and remorseless Raines now saw that this royal upbringing has given these two the idea that their was no consequences for their actions, well starting today Raines had taken it upon herself to teach them otherwise.
Tina opened her mouth to respond, only to be swiftly stopped when Raines spoke up again. "Of all the moronic things to do, you choose to attack a Mando ship i had only just made nice with, all in the name of what?"
Tina again started to answer before Raines cut her off. "Do not say you felt Tycen needed your exclusive assistance through the force, he had a whole army to help him."
"But it-" Tina began, finally getting a word in edgewise, however has quickly has it popped out Raines stuffed it back into place. "No, not a word, i don't not sass from you, you to your room this instant!" An expression of raw astonishment graced young Tina's ever youthful features, and Raines could almost swear her pale skin turned a new shad of white.
By the direction of Raines finger the commander was strongly suggesting she return to her former chambers on the Mori, to which the over zealous princess simply pouted before storming off, the look on Raines' face making it all too clear that she was not kidding in any respect. Torlow moved up to Raines after Tina's departure to speak, one regular person to another.
"I'm sorry Raines, i couldn't stop her from launching the attack." He lamented looking in the distance toward the lift Tina had just utilized to leave the level.
"Don't worry Adkon, i have an all too clear idea of what the force is capable of, No one can blame you." Raines said giving a few words of encouragement to the man who would, if Raines had it her way, take Tina's spot has captain of the Audere until the girl learned a thing or two. after several moments of silence Torlow spoke again, this time with a question instead of self soothing.
"So why did you do it anyway?" The cryptic query was one she didn't quite catch.
"Do what Torlow?"
"Why did you fire on the mandalorians if you disprove of Trinity's actions?" He elaborated careful to leave any scent of judgment out of his tone. Raine contemplated her response for a moment turning her eyes to the floor has the moment returned. "I thought that, that perhaps if i hesitated for even a moment they would glean that critical moment retribution i assumed they wanted for her action, looking back now perhaps i could have remained out of the second conflict, but at what cost?"
The question went unanswered has a long period of silence drifted between them until finally Raines broke that salience. "We have to talk, away from all these eyes and ears, Torlow." She motioned with a wave of her hand that they fallow the steps Tina took and move up the ship.
Memento Mori, Medical wing.
Rested ever so soundly and without a visible care in the galaxy. the manic prince slowly turned from side to side however as an inner demon made itself all too aware in his subconscious. The creature took the form of a tall, broad shouldered figure, short cut rolled white hair and a bread framing steely gray eyes.
"Prince Tycen, why are you disturbing me?" the Elder man questioned his tone an uncaring, almost disgusted one as he regarded the small child stepping before him, more pride then the little boy could contain beaming from within.
"I'm ready, I've ascended to the point in my training where i can rightfully take the title of first prince!" He declared, his little voice at a roar extenuate his presence in the room, cramped to the brim with high class noblemen and woman, and major figures in the royal family.
"Ready you say? humph, then perhaps it is time you complete the last challenge any king adheres to, its truly his first conquest down the path of many more!" Though he couldn't clearly make it out, young Tycen was sure he saw he smile cross the face of his father, he had done it, he'd made his father proud! "What do you say, my son?"
The young boy swallowed hard and bit back the urge to disconcert his former statement. His over zealous appear had drawn all eyes to his presence, if only for the amusement of watching him chicken out of the challenge. He finally managed the words after what felt like eons of impressing silence from the ballroom's audience.
"Fine! give me the best this place has to offer!" His tiny voice pounded throughout the structure ringing off the ceiling and back as two monks quickly moved to direct the prince to the arena this challenge was to be held in. While its existence was public knowledge very few were actually permitted to witness it, and those who were were held to a strict silence. Rumor had it that his sister, Real, had attempted and and secured a place up until the last trial.
Tycen Malone, a boy at the time, only eight, stood at the epicenter of the stage, hundreds filed in to watch the event unfold, hundreds, Arrogus had allowed the first ever public ceremony of kings to occur especially for his, at the time Tycen had assumed it was so the entire planet could bask in the glory, but in hindsight this was one of the cruelest acts his father had ever done.
Arrogus lifted one hand high and across his body as if he was about to slash down half of the audience with one swift movement of his arm. "BEGIN!" he screamed while cutting his hand across his body through the air has sirens went off throughout the stadium signifying the start of the ceremony.
"No!" back in reality Tycen jumped forward reaching one hand out to stop himself from the unavoidable downfall he'd spiral ever lower through. The sudden jerk of pain is what snapped his mind back to the now has a ferocious sting ran passed his crest and sent him back onto the bed trashing about how he needed to stop it.
The appearance of a young woman now standing over him insisting he was alright caught Malone's attention has she held him down from rising whilst summoning the doctors for assistance. Brown hair and a tan skin complexion immediately alerted Tycen that this was not his sister.
"Relinquish me you inferno woman, this instant!" Tycen commanded still struggling to break free from her vexing hold. At last he managed to free himself enough to shake her off, only to be met by two of the medical wing's doctors who did not let go so easily, one of them injected a needle into his IV, and Malone went out.
Memento Mori, barracks.
Major Bra slowly moved into the expansive armory onboard the Mori after just leaving a debriefing in regards to the incident that had occurred on the Drive yards. Now he needed to address his men and get a headcount. Due to the abrupt cease fire, and sudden rearming of the space battle, and their “Capture.” Has the higher ups were calling it both a weapons check and a personnel confirmation were needed, and lucky for Bra he caught the job…
“Daniels, Here. Dial, here. McKenzie, here. O’Donnell, here. Garnell, here.” Bra slowly shouted each name in order while pacing the line of twenty troopers and in response the soldier who went by said name would move a step out of the line to signify their prescience, and then proceed to the medical wing for mandatory scans of all the equipment they took onto the drive yards for any bugs, plus their physical beings were being called into question, everyone being subjugated to a cat scan for any foreign objects within their body.
“Okay that’s all of the third platoon, you men are clear to continue.” Bra announced after Garnell moved forward and confirmed his presence. The soldiers barked a confirmation and marched into the testing facility to ensure no listening devices were on their person. Alge moved to meet with one of the other officers conducting the field surveys.
“Bosa, how does the head count come on your end?” Bra asked the captain gazing out at the other groups of twenty going through the same thing.
“All clear, my men just finished the scan and came back all green. What about you Major, why do they have you sorting through this mess?” Bra released a deep sign of despair has his subordinate saw the plan as day fact just like he did, this was not place for a Major to be sifting through, maybe overseeing.
“I’m an incredible organizer, Bosa, and Incredible Organizer.” He responded checking another squad off the list of those still under “suspicious.” As it was put, even when incapacitated Malone’s paranoia managed to creep into every portion of this ship.
“So, Major, you know where we’re headed now?” Bosa inquired after a moment of silence passed between them, clearly the captain had been working since their arrival on the mori to get this protocol over with quickly.
“According to the most recent log updates we’re headed to Mon cal, reporting for official duty I assume.”
“Bet the Feds will be none too happy with this cluster fuck of a situation.” Bosa added, and he definitely was not mistaken, Malone was probably in for it, whatever It was, he was in for that, he and his sister. “Can’t say I disagree Bosy my boy…. can’t say I disagree.” Last call blared over the PA system announcing that within only a few moments they would be entering hyperspace and to ensure all fighters were secure in the hanger.
(OOC: End topic.)
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Post by jezred on Nov 7, 2010 3:13:49 GMT -5
Jezred dropped out of hyperspace. Tala's program transfer into the human replica droid had been completed after he had finished training. His senses had been enhanced and his mind sharpened, through the combination of his training on various planets and his deepening of his understanding of the force, he had managed to pull on the sum total of his power that he had gleaned over the course of only three months, he had managed to hit a break and figure out the proper protocols and procedures to transfer the memory. Thanks to that, he finally had a tangible and reliable companion to join him across the galaxy. Over the course of time he had grown to fall in love with the artificial personality programing that, thanks to a glitch, had turned into an even more realistic personality.
Again, three months, and he had arrived about a month and a half past the date of the battle which means that if he hadn't taken this time out, he would have been here to help. At this point it was moot, but finally he sat in the captain seat of his assassin class corvette the Orihalcon and was in possession of at least one crew member. "Drop us out of hyperspace and approach Kuat slowly. Since that brotherhood member attacked the mandolorians they may not take very well to a brotherhood ship dropping out of hyperspace, especially one like ours. I'll take the freighter to the nearest spaceport, I want you to keep this ship in orbit while I'm landing." He said to Tala.
"i can manage that, just keep yourself from getting killed or captured while you're down there." She responded. nodding, he stood, his black coat flowing behind him as he did. He still wore the lightsaber at his belt but it was now a functional one, aiding the illusion that it was his main weapon. With its simple blue color no one had identified the weapon as a dissuasion yet and the lightsabers hidden within his sleeves had not been unveiled recently. To most, Jezred Chaulsin was a simple Jedi Padawan learner and in that regard, most opponents never even took him seriously. With eyes closed, Jezred Navigated the corridors of his flagship as he made his way to the freighter.
"Video comlink test, Tala would you mind bending over." He said teasingly right after her end of the video came on the screen.
"Absolutely, I'll do that shortly after you defeat emperor Cain and/or convince the Mandolorians to follow us into a direct assault on the empire, I will be more than happy to do that and more." She retorted. Her wit hadn't been altered or affected by suddenly having a body.
"You sure know how to inspire a guy before a mission. Over and out." He responded now that the comlinks could be identified as fully operational. With that he slowly dropped down toward the planet's atmosphere.
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Post by Elifain on Nov 7, 2010 19:05:25 GMT -5
The command center on the Kuat shipyards, was a calm place. Since the mandalorians had pulled out, things had gone back to the way they had been before, minus the imperial troopers. The man in charge of watching scanners noted the lone ship drop out of hyperspace above the planet, and attempted to i.d. the ship. The first thing he noticed, is that it wasn't registered to any of the transport corporations, that frequented the system, and nor was it attacking the station. Unidentified shuttle. State your business here, or turn around, and leave the system. He said, coldly.
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Post by jezred on Nov 7, 2010 19:24:11 GMT -5
Jezred sighed. Cold reception, that was usually a sign that things were going to be made a little more difficult that he had originally planned. "This is Zed Noir of the Galactic delivery enterprise, GDE, I'm requesting docking for the purposes of refueling my ship and gathering any packages destined for transport to the emperor or his contingents." He responded. The plan was simple, identify himself as a neutral party just in case the planet was inhabited by federation friendlies, in the event it was under control of the empire still, use his old registration codes to register himself as a package delivery courier, and use the delivery system to get access to the empire's base. in the event it was under control of the empire, he would need a cover, and the mandos weren't exactly stop number one for finding out what had happened. As a package boy, he could get some free information possibly if he could manage to stop by the cantina.
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Post by Elifain on Nov 7, 2010 19:55:41 GMT -5
There is nothing for the emperor here. If you have something for him, you'd do well to go into the empire... The man said, obvious scorn in his voice, of one who had learned to despise the empire. A trade ship though... We have had a couple of packages needing to go to another system. If you'll take the job, We'll allow you to dock, under full security detail, of course.
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Post by jezred on Nov 7, 2010 20:06:31 GMT -5
"Negative thank you. I'll have to make it to my next stop if there are no imperial goods here. Over and out." He said as he turned his ship around and headed back to the Orihalcon. "Negative results here on this planet. Any sign of a war here is greatly watered down. it's like a cold crime scene. Returning to the ship." Jezred told his companion. "While you were away we got a message from Ardus, apparently we are moblizing for an assault. All Brotherhood members are requested to be present." Tala reported.
It wasn't long after that Jezred landed back aboard the Orihalcon and was back in his captain chair heading for the federation base back on Mon Calimari. Not before sending a response to Ardus's message. "This is Jezred Chaulsin of the brotherhood. There are very few clues as to what happened on Kuat, returning to base." He reported shortly before entering hyperspace.
<<Exit Jezred Chaulsin>>
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