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Post by High Admiral Nubai on Mar 27, 2009 17:34:01 GMT
Deep in the middle of space, an old mining complex had crushed the minerals out of the asteroids, fueling whichever cause had been in motion at the time. There was a central sphere connected to a giant arm and then a box shaped hanger bay. The complex was quite big, built for transporting the minerals and processing them, hence, the huge transports had to fit into the hanger bay or the docking arms. The facility showed no signs of use for years, and had only briefly been found by a passing Coalition Frigate, which had been patrolling a secured space lane. Somehow, the coordinates had been leaked to the Black Guard, and now they were here.
04/05/09 12:32 - Added 3 types of freighters to the list.
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Post by High Admiral Nubai on Apr 5, 2009 11:42:28 GMT
The complex had been quiet for the last few days, the bar had been silent and occupied by those who would rather drink in peace than with the usually drunk pilots. Nubai himself was at the hangerbay, waiting for the pilots to arrive. It was a dedicated building for the hangerbay, and therefore it wasn't constricted in space. There was room for a decent sized frigate or destroyer in here, and hopefully there soon would be. On the arm connecting the hanger bay to the main complex was also mooring lines, so bigger ships could dock safely to the base.
But for now, there was no use for those, because it was mere freighters which would be landing soon. Nubai had a small amount of credits left from his budget, he wouldn't be getting anymore and the Black Guard would need to get the credits itself. This was going to be tricky, but not impossible. They had the manpower, starfighters and now freighters to haul loot from convoys back and then there was more than enough people willing to sell these on the black market for a quick and easy profit. The potential was there, but Nubai was hesitant about pirating just yet, they were only meant to be destroying those corrupt, those traitors to the causes they served. There was someone Nubai wanted, and these freighters had been purchased partly for this mission, there was a lot of rumours surrounding this man, who had so far kept a Republic escort loyal to him.
While he thought about his next mission, Nubai noticed out of his eye, eight more stars appear in the darkness of space. Waiting patiently, he looked around into the massive bay, although a couple of people was working, it still seemed like he was on his own here, isolated. It was a strange feeling but the chance had excited him, and still did in many ways. They were here, and only he knew why. He was in complete control and had the capability to fight a war like he hadn't before, in complete safety.
The freighters landed and although they originally seemed small compared to the area they were landing in, Nubai approached them and soon found himself dizzy from the size of them and the new recognition of the hangerbay's size itself. He was impressed, all was in great condition but no doubt the mechanics would modify them to get the best out of these reliable craft. Tomorrow, he would address the pilots who would fly these and the starfighters on what they would be doing over the next few days.
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Post by Sal Kildor on Apr 18, 2009 18:21:27 GMT
Sal Kildor arrived aboard one of the freighters, determined to get herself some work after the numerous events at Ossus. She was a skilled assassin and the Black Guard needed people they could rely on to get the job done quietly, hence she was here. If they needed others trained, she could also take on apprentices, although she had promised never to reveal all of her secrets to nobody. Heading to the bar, she wanted to listen in on the gossip to find out what jobs was coming up soon.
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Post by High Admiral Nubai on Apr 18, 2009 18:25:49 GMT
A well known character was already up the bar when Sal walked in. Watching her out of the corner of his eye, he was surprised to see a woman in the bar. Most of the Black Guard save for a couple were men, hence seeing a new face and that of a women was of interest to him. His curosity made him move from his seat and to Sal who was taking her order. "Hello, my name is Rifa Tan'oras. Do you need any work?" he asked, not sure of her intentions on this remote and highly secret base.
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Post by Sal Kildor on Apr 19, 2009 19:12:03 GMT
"I might be willling to do a couple" Sal responded, looking at the man closely. "What do you need?" she finally asked, after a few seconds of thinking, wondering if she was ready to do jobs other than assassination just yet.
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Post by High Admiral Nubai on Apr 19, 2009 19:15:40 GMT
Rifa heard exactly what he wanted. "There's someone who could do with being silenced. It's an assassination target and the consequences could be disastrous if you make a mistake. You interested?" he asked, not sure if he could trust this person with the mission but either way, it would be a good test and he would have Sal followed to make sure the work was carried out properly.
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Post by Sal Kildor on Apr 25, 2009 17:31:45 GMT
"Sure" Sal responded immediately, not letting a breath escape her. "I can do it" she added, knowing she would handle whatever was thrown at her. She saw Rifa's face respond with an arched eyebrow, but she didn't want to get into further detail, if Rifa provided work she would do it. Besides, Rifa might become an enemy if he became less of an asset than herself, not something she wanted to get into... yet.
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Post by High Admiral Nubai on Apr 25, 2009 18:03:39 GMT
"Excellent!" came the reply, Rifa was clearly happy. "Travel to Onderon, a transport as landed to visit the Mandalorian Diplomat. I want you to hit the visitor. You can do it how you please, just get it done and return to me for payment. If you do it, I'll give you eighty grand in Imperial Credits".
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Post by High Admiral Nubai on May 10, 2009 0:55:41 GMT
Apart from the twelve mechanics and two agents, the entire Black Guard group was springing into action. They had just listened in on orders stating that the SFSG was going to be heading to Ziost, which meant something big. The rest of the military wasn't going with them, and since they were under the primary force for assisting the Empress, it was likely that she had ordered the move. Nubai knew what she was like, and knew how she acted. This was a quiet mission, but something he would need to be in on, besides, too many possible targets would be going to Ziost, it was time that they were taken out.
Within a few hours, the freighters and fighters had all formed back together at the base and was preparing for battle. The forty-five guerilla fighters was packing equipment and boarding the freighters, ready to get deployed on the surface. This would be a ultimately risky strategy, but the Black Guard had to make it's presence felt, and deliver a direct message that they was everywhere.
The list was getting longer, it needed shortening. Those who's names was upon it, would soon make the ultimate sacrifice.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 23, 2009 1:36:08 GMT
Jalua was awoke loudly with a group of armed terroists, which is what she called them anyway, grabbing her and literally dragging her down the ramp of the freighter. Looking through painful eyes, she could see immense brightness caused by the overhead lighting in the hangerbay. She knew exactly where she was, but also knew that it was only her who would know where she would be. Her mood was darkened and her spirit came close to shattering, she knew that if she really wanted to, she could escape, but the harm she would do in the process was against all her values. Her determination however, had a boost when she saw the uniform of an all familiar admiral. "Nubai..." she muttered viciously, "I'll make you suffer for this. Personally". "Not before i make you" he spat with a grin, and all she could remember after that was a boot pressing down hard on her throat.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jul 5, 2009 15:19:17 GMT
She had been caged for weeks like an animal. Surrounded by bright lights and piercing silence, her mind was aching in agony. She also felt no connection to the force, they had obviously been very precise in the designing of this cell, and without the force she felt lonely and hollow. With her mind and body in a complete mess, she had been without sleep. This in turn had meant that she was struggling to eat food properly, sometimes not wanting any at all. She knew she had to, but she could not do anything about it. With a constant droning noise in the background, she laid curled up on the floor shaking from the immense cold.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jul 15, 2009 0:13:52 GMT
Another week had passed with no sign of rescue, it meant to her that they hadn't located her position, if they had done so, then they would have struck by now. With varying amounts of torture that left her limbs aching each day, she was a wreck. Her food had been kicked in her face and surprisingly enough, it made her eat a little more than usual. Nubai hadn't been to see her since she arrived, which gave her no clues, not like his presence was welcomed anyway. Around her, the constant droning noise created by a series of speakers kept her mind at disarray while having a lack of energy she did not have the chance to show her discomfort.
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Post by High Admiral Nubai on Jul 20, 2009 21:59:02 GMT
Nubai raced down the corridors, getting all of the buttons on his shirt horribly wrong, but still he desperately continued. He raced into what was a bad example of a control centre and looked at the staff, seeking an answer from anyone. "Coalition probe entered system three minutes ago. It got destroyed by defence systems but we think they know we are here. Evacuation is being organised. Empress is being taken to a shuttle now". Nubai nodded, he wanted to be on THAT shuttle, he wanted to know she was still secured. Running down corridors once again, he reached the hanger bay but found devastation. The shuttle with the Empress had just lifted and shot out of the hanger, but another shuttle near him still had it's ramp down, with someone desperately waving for him to come over. He did so, finally making it to the ramp and struggled aboard. "Let's go, follow that shuttle" he shouted.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jul 21, 2009 1:03:32 GMT
The fleet came out of hyperspace and immediately came under heavy fire. Although it was only a mining station, the Black Guard had somehow put up tower defences and they were dealing unexpected damage and accuracy. Evasive manoeuvres followed soon enough, but the incoming fire did weaken the shields of the coalition starships. Luckily for them, the R-Wings soon fell alongside them and caused enough destruction that the Templar Starfighters which had been awaiting them had to fall back and defend the retreating shuttles. With the Chariots streaming ahead with starfighter complements, the Battle Carriers attempted to keep up but instead were largely becoming artillery platforms.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Jul 21, 2009 1:22:09 GMT
The Black Moon 6th Special Forces and the Talons Revenge fell out of hyperspace in formation with the Coalition fleet. "Launch the starfighters and back up the R-Wings. All transports, launch." said Dan over the helmet comm of his AVALON/s armor. With a lurch, the CAMELOT shuttle he was sitting in rose and exited the hangar, in formation with other shuttles and TIE Defenders. Too big to really be much use up close, the capital ships of the 6th stayed back and assisted the Coalition Battle Carriers take out the tower defenses. The shuttle dipped and rose, dodging incoming fire, and Dan held on to the strap attached to the ceiling, as did the squad of Reapers who were with him. All wore AVALON/s armor, and they had been specially chosed to accompany Dan as he went in with the Coalition Special Forces to rescue the Empress.
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