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Post by Galor Iram on Jun 7, 2008 20:24:07 GMT
Galor Iram sat in his office, reviewing the situation above Onderon. Of course, it was now necessary for added presence of a battle fleet to be sent to defend the Republic World, but also to strengthen the Republic's borders on all fronts. Already the order had been given for the 162nd to enter hyperspace towards Republic Space outside of Onderon, but that would not be enough if total war broke out between the factions. Plus, the pirate threat above Taris still needed to be dealt with or else the Senate would be in uproar over a seemingly defenceless Republic.
A headache was beginning to form as he began to think of all these things, like a plague on his mind. Opening his data terminal, he began to type in the dreaded orders for the Home Fleet. It was time for them to gather together and begin preparations for war.
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Post by Galor Iram on Jun 8, 2008 9:31:54 GMT
Above Coruscant, the Home Fleet began to form. The neighbouring sectors to Coruscant had sent their divisions of the Home Fleet to Coruscant and other sectors had their own meeting points. The Home Fleet would arrive at Onderon soon, heading into hyperspace so timing would be just a few minutes off.
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Post by Galor Iram on Jun 16, 2008 21:23:39 GMT
Hearing that Dak'ka had been offered an alliance and now a pirate fleet had entered the battle, causing the three sides to conflict, Galor Iram feared that the Republic Fleet would get caught in the crossfire. With this in mind, he decided that the time had come to join the Home Fleet himself and lead the battle, to make sure that everything was followed to how the government would want things. Even so, if things took a turn for the worse, he knew that Republic Ships would defend themselves.
Within a couple of hours, he had taken a shuttle to the flagship of the Home Fleet and the small escort headed into hyperspace with the defence fleets of surrounding sectors towards Onderon, where the Home Fleet would eventually arrive together within a couple of minutes.
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Post by Delona Baisk on Jul 6, 2008 23:17:47 GMT
Within his office, Delona Baisk walked to the desk. With her helmet on and her jet black robe, she was hardly detectable, especially so late at night. On the desk was a datapad and a built-in computer terminal. She revealed her wrist and a small arm, shaped similar to a needle, entered the computer and began working it's way through. Delona stood, concealed, in front of the chair behind the table. A series of logos appeared on the screen before eventually allowing her access. Sitting down at the table, she scrolled down until she reached 'Commands'. This revealed a new menu to her, scrolling down again before selecting 'Fleet'. It was beyond her why she had been able to enter the office so easily, and the computer network. It had been a great help to her however, that the caretaker for these floors had been an old man who had quickly gotten drunk. Using the force to wipe his memories of their encounter, she had discovered the code to the security room and the supposedly secured floor. This had enabled her to replace the footage going through the security cameras with a black screen and they were now picking up no movement anywhere. Through several menus and additional requests for codes, she managed to get a list of ships, their assignments, task forces and other specifications. She implanted a small bug into the system which would copy the data from this database and every day when the network would randomly reboot to set new security codes and update the listings, the bug would send the information to her ship. With this accomplished, she would have access to where the ships were located within twenty-four hours, perfect for hunting them down.
Her main motive was to capture a larger ship eventually and get a crew of her own. If not, she would try to modify a ship or steal one which had been converted to allow one pilot to control the ship and most of it's operations. Her long-term goal had to be training others however, to use them for tasks too risky for herself, ones like this. Escaping the office, she descended through a maze of corridors, not worrying about being spotted because nobody knew that a security breach had been made, and wouldn't for a very long time. She would later meet up with her ship in the underlevels of the planet and speed off the planet and to find herself a base to move from.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Jul 7, 2008 13:29:37 GMT
OOC: Hate to godmod here, but you need to wait until your account is approved by an admin before you post.
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Post by Delona Baisk on Jul 7, 2008 16:53:48 GMT
OOC: Nah, it's fine
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Tsae Daois
New Member
Grand Admiral
"How unfortunate, they've exploded"
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Post by Tsae Daois on Sept 29, 2008 3:42:11 GMT
Tsae was sitting in his office enjoying a meal alone, his way. In the dark, with an nice tasty piece of raw meat. Tasted better to him that way, and he enjoyed the dark more than the light, as most of his species did. Today was a different day for the Admiral, today his life changed, for better or for worse. His communicator rang, and a voice began to speak over the device.
"Admiral Daois, congratulations. You have been promoted to Grand Admiral. You have been charged with investigating a situation above the planet Taris, All we know is that there is some sort of disturbance. You will be escorted by two Imperial Class Destroyers. Serve the republic well, friend." the voice stopped as he looked up from his meal at the console.
"Well, this is unexpected, my good man. But, this is something I will accomplish." he said with a toothy smile, his needle like teeth exposed. He coughed and stood up, as he walked over to his wardrobe, and pulled out a robe colored in red and blue. Tsea proceded to get into the change of clothes. He walked down a group if corridors, and into the dock, where the Nos waited. He boarded the Imperial II and set a course to Taris.
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Post by John Hammond on Apr 22, 2009 21:43:56 GMT
Hammond descended in an Advanced Lambda-Class Heavy Assault Shuttle, a prototype model, which was believed sturdy enough to sustain several proton torpedo hits, and keep flying. It was escorted by three TIE Interceptor squadrons.
The shuttle landed, and the hatch opened. Two Guardians descended, their rifles held ready. Behind them, six Royal Guards began to walk down the hatch, with Hammond between them. He was dressed as a normal Spec. Ops. trooper, in grey battle armour and carrying a heavy assault rifle. The Royal Guards awaited for a decoy, and then left, while Hammond kept walking with the Guardians.
"Did the Republic destroy everything?"
"Almost, sir," They were in Daois' quarters. Hammond held up a holodisc, and activated it, finding only blurred static. "We found some forgotten files."
"And what was so important that you had to bring me here, Captain?"
"We found the Jedi Academy."
"Really now?" Behind his helmet, Hammond smiled.
"Yessir. It's in Ossus."
"Get our troops ready, Captain. It's time to end this."
"Commander!" With a smart salute, the Captain turned and left, his cape waving behind him, his steps inaudible.
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