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Post by Dan Zorko on May 17, 2009 23:54:56 GMT
Dan's LAAT/i docked with the newly repaired Talons Revenge. As Dan disembarked, an officer came up to him. "The Admirals are assembled." he said. "Good." said Dan. "The usual procedures."
On the Talon's Revenge, there was a special meeting room. 2 officers quarters had their walls knocked down and hollowed out. In the their place was a series of 9 chairs, one to represent each of the Admirals and Dan. In a circle like the Jedi Council was assembled, the holograms of the 7 admirals sat as he entered. The room was soundproof, with 2 Reapers guarding the blastproof door at all times, and locked from the inside. It was routinely scanned for bugs.
Dan entered and sat down. The seat off to his right was empty. "All Admirals, please check in."
"Admiral Clemence, 2nd fleet here."
"Admiral Jake, 3rd fleet"
"Admiral Froth, 4th fleet."
"Admiral Grath, 5th fleet."
"Admiral Duke, 6th fleet."
"Admiral Huey, 7th Fleet"
"Admiral Thomas, 8th fleet."
"Good." said Dan. "First order of buisness. With the death of Admiral Greof of the 1st fleet, I have decided to name a sucessor to take over for me when I am not there." He turned to Admiral Clemence. "Admiral, you are being promoted. 1st fleet is yours. With that comes the power over any other fleets in the area at the time, except for the 6th Special Forces, which act to their own accord or under my orders. You will report to the1st immediatly." Clemence nodded. "Thank you sir. I will do my best." "I know you will." said Dan. "And in his place, we have a new Admiral. Admiral Farley." With that, Clemences image disappeared, and appeared in the seat off to Dan's right. Another man appeared in Clemences empty seat. the man nodded to the other Admirals. "Good day." he said.
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Post by Dan Zorko on May 18, 2009 22:03:44 GMT
After pleasentries had been concluded, Dan started the next topic. "Right. Second order of buisness. Clemence, what has happened in my absence?" Clemence shifted in his seat then began. "Not much sir. We have no done any expanding since you left, under your orders. All fleets are currently tasked with defending our current planets, with the 6th and 8th running patrol routes between them. But we are a bit worried about something... And you may not like what we have to say..." said Clemence. Dan cocked an eyebrow. "Ok? Let's hear this..."
The Admirals exchanged glances with each other. "With all due respect sir, we think you're spending too much time with the Empress." said Huey. Dan just blankly stared at him. "What?" "He's right sir." chimed in Froth. "We have discussed this at length since you were gone. We think that your infatuation with this woman is getting in the way of running this organization." "Infatuation?" asked Dan. "Who said I was infatuated?" Clemence leaned over to Dan. "Sir, how many years have we known each other?" "Quite a few." said Dan. "Right. This is the first time I've seen you like this since before the murder of your first wife." Everyone went quiet and averted their eyes. "His first wife? asked Farley after a momment.
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Post by Dan Zorko on May 18, 2009 23:13:21 GMT
Dan stood up and quickly moved out of the view of the holocam. After a few more momments of silence, Clemence shifted uncomfortably and opened his mouth. "Um... The Grand Admiral had a wife about 4 or five years ago. Dan was living on Corellia at the time, and was part of the Self-Defense force. I was his superior officer at the time, but I had known him since he was a kid. We were working a patrol 7-8 years ago when Dan met his future wife in a cafe in the capitol city. She was a waitress, and was on duty when some punk tried to rob the store. Me and the Grand Admiral ran in, and he shot me in the chest. Thankfully it was on stun, but I was knocked out, leaving the Grand Admiral, who was a rookie, to face an armed robber by himself. When I woke up, I was told that Dan had shot the blaster out of the punks hand, but he later told me it was purely luck, and he was actually aiming for the chest, but his shot went wider then he had hoped it would. But he saved the girl, whose name was Roxanne, from being shot by the punk who had finally found the settings on his pistol to take it off stun.
Roxanne was great. 22, great body, sharp as a whip, red hair, blue eyes. I always thought Dan was one of the luckiest guys around.
They started dating for about a year, until Dan proposed to her. She accepted, and they had had a quiet little ceremony. I was the best man at the ceremony. They took a honeymoon to Naboo, where evidently everything went to hell.
Their honeymoon was about a week, then they took the transport back. But before the ship took off, a shootout broke out among a smuggler who was wanted by the Empire and a squad of stormtroopers who stopped the ship to apprehend him. Roxanne was hit in the crossfire, and later died at the hospital.
We noticed that Dan was late getting back, but didn't really think much of it, we thought that he decided to take a few extra days on the honeymoon. But after he came back, we found ou what happened. And he was a wreck. He had never been happier with Roxanne, and had shared with me his plans for the future, to have kids and maybe open a cafe somewhere with her. Without her, he felt as if he was nothing. He was also full of rage at the Empire. He took some personal leave, but then he disappeared and never came back. I still don't know what he did with Roxannes body.
No one heard from him until a few years ago, until one day he contacted me, and wanted to join him in founding Black Moon. He told me what he had accomplished, and I accepted. And that's what happened." finished Clemence.
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Post by Dan Zorko on May 18, 2009 23:24:21 GMT
Dan slowly sat down in front of the camera again, putting away the hankerchief he had used to dry his eyes. Farley averted his eyes. "I'm sorry, sir." he said. Dan nodded. "It's ok. The past is the past. And to address your little problem with me spending too muc-" "It's ok sir." said Clemence. "Do as you wish, we retract our complaint." Dan nodded. "Thank you. Now, off this topic please. Plans. We need some. Personally I want to take a vacation, but I doubt that's going to happen. Grath, Huey, I want you to go to these planets."
At this point a map appeared in the center, with 2 planets outlined. "Tythe and Nelvaan?" asked Huey. "Imperial planets?" "I have a message from John." said Dan.
"I haven't had time to send anything to claim them, but I figure now will be a good time." said Dan. Huey and Grath nodded. "Right away sir." "All other forces, hold position for now. I will be returning to Lok soon. Meeting adjourned." As Dan said this, the holograms flickered off.
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Post by Dan Zorko on May 18, 2009 23:29:22 GMT
Dan sat heavily there for a few minutes, haunted by images of his past. He remembered it quite clearely. The door blowing open. The stormtroopers rushing in. What Dan had never told Clemence was that Roxanne hadn't been killed in the crossfire. The smuggler had grabbed her to use as a shield, and the stormtroopers cut her down without hesitation. Dan had grabbed her dying body and dragged her off the ship. She had died in his arms on the landing pad.
He slowly stood and unlocked the door. Making his way to the bridge, he sat down. "Lok." he managed to say, and the ship turned into hyperspace.
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Post by John Hammond on Jun 8, 2009 0:14:55 GMT
An Imperial Crusader-class Corvette came out of hyperspace, near Salanda.
"Salanda Air Directions, this is "Palleon", over. We are sending out three ATR transports, please relay landing coordinates, and provide a suitable escort."
[Re-directing all power to shields; re-re-directing all power to engines; deactivating all weaponry; setting new coordinates; preparing for emergency hyperspace jump: DESTINATION: Corellia.]
OOC: Next post, Hammond will be in Salanda R. Palace.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Jun 8, 2009 0:20:46 GMT
The Talons Revenge came out of hyperspace. The 6th was hanging back for the momment, until it was needed. It launched the white LAAT/i and 4 TIE defenders of the Reapers, and started to descend towards its Embassy, as it had never needed clearence before. The group landed outside of the Embassy, where a shuttlebus with the BM crest was waiting for them. Dan and his Reapers jumped out of the LAAT/i, and into the shuttlebus. As soon as they had jumped in, the bus started to move for the palace at top speed.
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Post by John Hammond on Jun 8, 2009 0:24:56 GMT
"What the?" The Captains on board the Palleon watched in amazement as two fleets came out of hyperspace. "Don't move. Don't move. Hold it steady. Let's match the planetary rotation. Maybe nothing's gonna happen..."
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Post by Dan Zorko on Jun 8, 2009 0:27:14 GMT
OOC: WHat 2 fleets? Mine or the ICs? Cause all I have over the planet is the Talons Revenge... The 6th isn't there.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 8, 2009 0:28:30 GMT
With the two best fleets in the Coalition actively protecting the planet, civilian traffic was kept in tight lanes while military craft was using their own designated lanes and bases. Diplomats and general staff who ran the Empire was using special lanes for themselves, with escorts, this was used to escort the Black Moon down to the surface. The fact that the fleets had formed themselves around the Imperial craft meant that they were weary of their presence. But without a word, escort ships and crafts went to meet the Imperial arrivals, Star Destroyers even forming into an escort formation, and starfighters, patrol craft, cruisers, destroyers, frigates, medical ships, supply ships, troop transports, boarding craft, bombers, planetary protection craft and police craft forming up a diamond formation. The Imperial arrivals were allowed straight to the planet, protected well from any threat.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 8, 2009 0:28:47 GMT
OOC: I think he meant mine
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Post by John Hammond on Jun 8, 2009 0:43:56 GMT
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 22, 2009 1:03:22 GMT
The Gunboat came out of hyperspace and headed straight for an orbiting battlestation. On board, was three extra wings of starfighters, waiting for the Empress' arrival. Once docked, she descended down the ramp and looked around, things was very casual here so it was unlikely that they knew she was coming. With a relieved sigh, she turned to Dan who looked a bit tired still, her eyes was also adjusting to the brightness of the hanger bay. "Well, I've got to meet the pilots who are going to whoop your butt" she said with a grim before giving a mock salute and heading off, first however, she would find a private area where she could take a shower.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Jun 22, 2009 1:13:23 GMT
Dan gave a quick smirk and turned to board the waiting CAMELOT Gunship. "Make sure our squadrons are at their peak." he commented to an officer, who saluted.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jul 20, 2009 21:39:54 GMT
Price had gone to the 9th Imperial Task Force. His fleet, which would be the 11th Imperial Task Force, was in the final stages of production, and would soon be rolled out with some new and old crew. Although a small force compared to the others in the Coalition, it did have nine Galactic Battle Carriers and fifteen Chariot Star Cruisers. Along with twenty-eight thousand R-Wings and fifty-two thousand marines, it was a substantial force. "Probe sent Admiral Zorko, we can launch now and get there five minutes later" he said into a headset, which had opened a channel to the Talons Revenge.
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