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Post by John Hammond on Jun 19, 2009 20:33:51 GMT
OOC: Sorry!
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John pretended like he wasn't lost, and when they got to the hangar, he quickly took control of the chair again.
"Empress, it has been my pleasure. Now, I must depart. However, I trust that I need not say that if you or the Grand Admiral need anything, it will be my pleasure to satisfy your needs." Hammond nodded in acknowledgement, and without further ado, went aboard his ship. The three ATR assault transports lifted off, and went to space.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Jun 20, 2009 0:01:22 GMT
Dan couldn't help but chuckle at the last comment. "I doubt he would really want to satisfy MY current need..." He moved closer to Jalua. "So we're finally alone again... Want to pick up where we left off?"
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 20, 2009 16:22:44 GMT
"Not so fast flyboy" she said with a smirk, "I need to cover a few things first. Come with me though" she said as she began to walk out of the hanger and down a series of corridors. She finally headed to a blast door which was guarded and placed her hand on the scanner. After a second, the door opened and she entered the operations command room, where two Generals were debating and an Admiral was studying some sort of plans. All saluted in her presence but she waved them off with her hand. Walking over to a desk at the back of the room, she sat down and offered Dan a seat in front of the desk. Studying some documents, she was silent for several long minutes before finally raising her head. "General Darus, come over here for a minute" she shouted, looking back down at the papers. "Maam?" he asked, not using the 'Ma'am' which was used for Officers and those not in the Royal Household. Jalua kept him waiting for a few seconds longer before finally raising her head again, although Dan was seated, the General was forced to stand. "Why is it that your ordering so many new starfighters and going ahead with the mark two prototype?" she asked, looking deeply at his face. "Well somebody needs to" said the experienced veteran, "The mark one although very agile, won't give us superiority for much longer". Jalua nodded and placed the papers down on the desk, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. "Your plans are good, but not for a General. I understand you led starfighter wings?" she said, glancing a look at Dan to see what his face was revealing about the General. "Yes Maam, I led four wings or twenty squadrons". Jalua glanced again briefly at Dan before turning to the General. "I need someone to take on the new Starfighter Command. Of course, the Army controls Air Superiority, and the Navy controls Space Superiority, but we haven't got specialists. Our reloading times are slow, refuelling is about half of our allies, we also had three accidents this year with our weapons, that can't be tolerated. So would you be prepared to begin a specialised force for everything necessary with starfighters and bombers, from pilots to weapons manufacturing". The general stood still, looking slightly above the Empress. "Sounds good" he said simply. "Well there you go, begin when your ready" she said, watching the Chief Marshall walk away to get to work.
Turning to Dan, Jalua sighed and got up. "Right then", picking up an envelope from her desk. "I need to go to a ship, want to come?" she asked, before moving around her desk. OOC: MCAV
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Post by Dan Zorko on Jun 20, 2009 17:27:36 GMT
"You got it." said Dan as he stood and fell into step beside her. "Though I must say, I still prefer the TIE Defender for starfighter superiority. Speedy and agile as hell, has an ion cannon, and even better, has it's own hyperdrive." he commented. "I'd like to see how it would fare against the R-Wings... We should set up a mock dogfight between the two one day..."
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 21, 2009 14:54:02 GMT
Jalua nodded, walking across the operations room to a screen, next to the blast door they would soon be exiting through. Jalua sat down on the chair next to the other operator's, much to their surprise to see the Empress working the terminal, and began typing in a series of commands and instructions. "How does tomorrow sound?" She asked, turning her head to Dan. "I can get up to three starfighter wings ready above Salanda" she stated, waiting for Dan's response before inputting any more information into the terminal.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Jun 21, 2009 17:46:29 GMT
Dan nodded. "That works. With the 6th above Salanda at the momment, I have my special forces squadrons with me. I believe that your R-Wing pilots may be in for a bit of a challenge..."
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 21, 2009 21:27:44 GMT
Jalua agreed, it would be a good fight. For that reason, she added a further command, she didn't want new pilots coming onto this. Rising from her chair, she turned and walked with Dan out of the operations room and back towards the hanger. When she entered, she pulled out a datacard with a weird design, giving it to the pilot, he placed it into the cockpit's terminal and the destination appeared. Jalua walked up the ramp with Dan and a group of soldiers from the Royal Household Divison entered alongside them. It didn't take long to prepare and the shuttle was on it's way, two squadrons of R-Wings coming out of the hanger bay to escort them to the MCAV.
OOC: Going to post at the MCAV
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Post by Dan Zorko on Jun 23, 2009 1:35:37 GMT
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Dans TIE Defender landed on the landing platform outside of the palace. He stepped out and removed his helmet, shaking his sweaty head. He leaned against the cockpit for a minute, and then turned in a fit of anger, punching the glass. He let loose a wordless roar, furious that he let the Empress be captured right in front of him.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 23, 2009 1:39:03 GMT
"That won't get you very far" said a sniggering voice. Newly promoted Admiral Price approached the renegade leader, offering an hand to shake. Realising his words wasn't the most appropriate, he withdrew his hand before seeing it get severely damaged. "We should work together you know" he offered, attempting to calm Dan down and also let him know that things were being worked on. Dan would want in on them and Price could deliver.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Jun 23, 2009 1:42:20 GMT
Great. The Admiral who tried to board my ship.. though Dan. "Oh, you don't have much of a choice on that part." said Dan. "I'm in whether you like it or not."
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 23, 2009 1:43:57 GMT
Price attempted to smile again, but failed miserably when he saw how determined Dan was. "Yes, well anyway, we have long planned for something like this... although we didn't expect it to be so sudden. We don't have information on their whereabouts, but we have someone who might. His resisted our sedatives and unless authorised by the Empress, i can't physically hurt him... you on the other hand..." he suggested.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Jun 23, 2009 1:46:15 GMT
Dan smirked. "Just let me get my armor and give me a few hours. He'll crack like an egg." He activated his comm. "Bring my armor to the embassy. Bring the AVALON/s"
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 23, 2009 1:50:55 GMT
Admiral Price pondered over this, he thought the 'rogue warlord' would have no trouble in beating the man to a pulp, but it seemed he wanted to do this with precision. Admiral Price had to respect that, it was more than he had expected Mr. Zorko to be. Nodding, without any real chance for agreement, Price waited in the torture chamber where he had left instructions for Mr. Zorko to be brought once he was ready.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Jun 23, 2009 14:37:21 GMT
Dan walked down the hallway in a full suit of AVALON/s armor. When he reached the torture chamber, he nodded to Price and said "Be sure to record this." He walked over to the door, and taking a deep breath, activated the suit and instantly disappeared.
Invisible, he keyed the door open and walked in. As the door closed behind him, he looked at the prisoner. The prisoner was sitting in the center of the room, bound hand and foot to the chair, which was bolted to the floor. He looked in confusion at the opening and closing door, but then shrugged, evidently not thinking too much of it. Still invisible, Dan strode over, raised his arm back, and drilled the guy in the stomach.
As the man doubled over as much as he could in his chair, Dan bent down and put his head as close as he could to the man's. He deactivated his armor, and as the man jumped back in surprise, Dan merely said "Sup." "Wh-where did you come from?" asked the man. "I've been here." said Dan. "Like the armor?" The man looked at the armor then back at the visor, obviously confused.
"We call it the AVALON/s." said Dan. "Not as strong as AVALON armor, but it does have its advantage." He activated the armor again. "It goes invisible using tiny cameras all over the body to project whatever's behind the person on the front." He deactivated the armor. "It also has a few surprises." He made a punching motion at the man's head, and a blade shot out and stopped a few centimeters from the man's forehead. "Wristblade." He pulled back his arm, straightened it, and formed his hand into a fist. "Wrist blasters." he said as he let few a round right in between the man's legs, landing the shot a few inches away from his vital area. "Quite effective. Now." he said as he bent down again. "Let's talk."
The man laughed in his face. "You can't hurt me! The last 3 interrogators couldn't even touch me!" Dan leaned back and laughed. "No, they couldn't. But they were part of the Imperial Coalition." He reached up and removed the helmet. "I'm not." The man's smile fell as he realized who Dan was. "Oh yes, I'm Grand Admiral Zorko of the Black Moon." He put the helmet back on and grabbed the man's hair, pulling his head up. "And I'm pissed off." he said, and punched the man lightly in the face. While physically it wasn't that damaging, psychologically, it worked wonders. Sweating the man slumped over in his seat.
Dan walked over to the wall in front of him and studied it. "Now. Lets start with a name." The man remained quiet. Dan whirled around and took a step towards the man. "I said lets start with a name!" he roared. Jumping, the man blurted "Hal Voychovick!" Dan nodded at the camera in the corner of the room, not doubting that the Coalition controllers were already starting to check the name. "Ok Hal. See? We're making progress." said Dan. "Lets move on. Who do you work for? Black Guard? A PMC? What?" When the man clammed up again, Dan groaned. "Fine. We do this the hard way."
Raising his arm, he let loose four bolts, melting where the legs of the chair met the floor. Walking over, he grabbed the back and flipped it over, so Hal was now facedown on the ground with the chair on his neck. Placing one foot on the chair, Dan started to put his weight on it. "Who do you work for?" he asked. Starting to loose air, the man gasped "No one!" "No one?" asked Dan. "I find that hard to believe." "Seriously!" said Hal. "I was hired by a man to bomb the Coalition Embassy on Bilbringi!" Dan released a little bit of the pressure off the neck of the now red faced Hal. "Describe the man." "I don't know!" said Hal. "I never saw his face, he was just dressed in all white. His cloak covered his head. But he paid in cash so I didn't care." "Who did he work for?" asked Dan. "I don't know." said Hal. "But I thought it was Black Guard personally. This was my last job anyways, so I didn't care who it was for." "Why was it your last job?" asked Dan. "Haven't you heard the rumors? There's a wild disease being spread by assassins! I'm not risking that!" gasped Hal. Dan frowned, and catalouged that for later. "So what went wrong?" he asked. "I don't know." said Hal. "One second I'm holding the bomb, then boom! It explodes and I wake up here."
Dan grabbed the bottom of the chair and hoisted up Hal. "I'm going to check your information. But if I find that ANY of it is false, it's your head." he growled, and threw the chair with Hal in it across the room. It hit the wall and fell over, leaving a battered Hal as Dan walked out of the room.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 23, 2009 15:50:13 GMT
"Interesting" said Price, leaning to look at a screen outside of the torture chamber. "We have very few records, although apparently the Republic arrested him for smuggling weapons between systems. He didn't get charged, but was monitored for two years until the Republic disintegrated. I think that we have a match too. He mentioned he was hired to go to the Embassy, he actually applied for a trading license there and hence, he was granted an appointment". Price was silent for a few more moments as an operator inputted some information into the controls. "Just has i thought, he mentioned someone dressed in white. It's easy enough to disguise a voice, so my bet is that it wasn't a man. In fact, I think i know who it is. Did you ever see a woman in white trailing the Empress around? There's no information on her, but she was cleared through high level areas several times. I think she is an assassin, maybe one who was getting paid well. In fact, I think i know where to find her. A shuttle of mine was ordered to leave the fleet and carry her and an 'Advisor' to the Javin Sector. Now correct me if I'm wrong...", Price switched on a holoprojector which had a feed to the Holonet. On there was coverage of the flames leaking out of cloud city, where the office had been hit. "It's not a million light years away is it?" he asked to Dan, fully well knowing that Dan could link up the terrorist attack to them.
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