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| The Hell's Belle, a Long-Range Intergalactic Assault Battlecruiser, sat in space above the cloudy planet of Donovia. The L-RIAB was currently set in stealth mode so that it could not be tracked by the donovian official and his small group of rebels and rainmen. At the helm of the L-RIAB was Commodore Andrea Napiers, a turned Imperial Commodore from after the battle of Yinchorr nearly a year prior to the current date. She had turned her allegiance after the Imperials had left her and what remained of her crew to die aboard her lifeless ship. Now, she sat at the helm, watching the rainy planet below, waiting for the perfect time to send the small team with her boss down. When the time came, the storm truly erupting below, Andrea sent out a call on the ship comm system to alert those going down to the planet. "Hellion Lord Praetus and team, Your cover has reached maximum levels, ODP's are ready for you and have pre-set trajectory routes. You can shoot down when you like." Said Andrea over the comm. Oren had been waiting for some time on the word when he and the very small group of others could board the individual orbital drop pods, and now that the word had finally come from the lips of the Commodore of the ship, Oren was ready to go. He had with him a condensing canteen, his two pistols, and his blaster rifle, nothing more for equipment. He was fit with his darkwolf nano armor and a camouflage rain poncho. He made his way to one of the Orbital Drop Pods and entered, sealing himself in instantly. Inside the Orbital Drop Pod was plenty of room for a single person so a weapon wouldn't get in the way. There was enough equipment in the pod to get to the surface by itself and maintain contact with the ship until it landed. And when the pod landed, there was a five minute self-destruct timer that activated. Oren sat in the pod for a minute, checking through the screens, trajectories, and other important things he would need to know during the launch. When he was confident that it was time to go, he spoke to launch control. "Launch Control, this is Hellion Lord. I'm ready for launch. If you can, leave a note in the other pods for whomever is coming with me, tell them that I'll find them on the ground, since it seems our trajectory routes won't be coming that close to each other." Said Oren. "Will do Hellion Lord." Came the response, before another short transmission was stated. "Hellion Lord Away." Stated the launch controller. The ride down was hell, but being a Hellion, the toughest in fact, Oren was quite used to it, and if it had been a longer trip, could even sleep through it. He hit the ground within half an hour, after the reverse thrusters had kicked in and then the chute opened. When the ODP hit the ground, the door blew off, as was customary of the craft, within five seconds of the door blowing off, Oren was out in a full sprint away from the pod, heading for the nearest wooded area. Upon arriving under a thick stand of trees, Oren began looking at what equipment he could use to track the other pods that would be landing. Once down, he would find their inhabitants. While he looked at that, the pod he had landed in exploded. Now it was just time to wait for the others to get planetside so they could ID the man they were sent to kill and kill him. As he waited for the other two pods to land, he sent word back to the Hell's Belle. "Hellion Lord has landed, awaiting arrival of other pods." Said Oren, keeping the transmission under thirty seconds just in case someone on the planet had something that would pick up his signal with anything longer that was sent out. |
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| The bastard had been a hard track, but now.....now, after a long year and a half, she had managed to track him down, with the help of some of the other female hunters of her guild. He had gone to the unknown regions to get away, drop off the grid, but she had come to find him, collect his head, and deliver it. He had come to Lehon of all places, a world long deserted for the most part, save some travellers, and more recently jedi-types. But they were not her problem, and wouldn't get in her way. She was here for Bosska, one of the most wanted criminals in the galaxy. She had with her all her essentials, her mandalorian armor, her new weapons, and lastly a ceremonial curved dagger she had taken from her house, for exactly this occasion, a headhunt. Those things were all she needed to defeat this trandoshan, if not then she would die trying. Kyra had been on the planet for a day, and was now hot on the trail of the trandoshan, although she was still unsure just exactly where he had gone, since he seemed to be leading her on a wild goose chase around the landmass they were on. The swoop had been stopped, and Kyra disembarked. She walked around the sandy beach, looking at the marks left by Bosska. She took out her binoculars and began scoping the area, hoping to get a glimpse of something or some trace of the trandoshan, but she was rewarded with nothing. "I'm going to find you, kill you, and shear your head from your shoulders, to let your body rot where it lay." Said Kyra to herself, before heading back to her swoop. |
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| Location: Myrkr, Expansion Region Time: 0600 Local Hours Third Fleet of the Galactic Alliance, known only to it's foes as Starcrusher fleet, along with First Fleet were in position above the planet of Myrkr, they had been negotiating with the local government for some time now, trying to convince them to join the alliance. Today seemed like any other for the most part, it was early yet for many, while just about everyone was waking up or finishing their shift. Suddenly the warning alarms of all two thousand ships of first and third fleet could be heard in simultaneous unison. The radar officer and comm officer aboard the flagship of third fleet were working in unison, to get the word spread to prepare for attack as quick as any possibly could. Their first message, however, was relayed planetside, to the personal quarters of one, Supreme Commander Jaran Torik. "Supreme Commander, First and Third fleet are being engaged by enemy ships jumping out of hyperspace, what are your orders Sir." Asked the comm officer to his superior. "Hit them hard as soon as they jump out of Hyperspace. Tell whomever is in charge up there to maintain the three section fleet position. Try and get a hold of first fleet, and have them come around for a right flank attack on this fleet, make sure the SSD makes it out in one piece." Said Jaran. "We'll deal with whatever forces they send down." Said Jaran, cutting off the communication with Third Fleet. They had been in what used to be the infamous Talon Karrde's base, now a much larger military installation for Myrkr militia forces. Jaran picked up a commlink near his bed and called Myrkr command. "This is Supreme Commander Jaran Torik of alliance third fleet. If you haven't managed to track their activity already, my fleets tell me you've got visitors coming, and they aren't the good kind either." Stated Jaran. "Th-Thank you for that information sir, I'll inform my superiors right away." Said the voice on the other line. Not long after that, the alarms in the base went off as well, warning everyone of the news that Jaran had just relayed. Meanwhile, coming out of hyperspace... Mitth'eese'nuruodo was already being prepped for war aboard the flagship of the first fleet of the empire, a super star destroyer. He, along with the rest of the 501st, ghost battalion, and the thundering herd would be making their way to the surface of Myrkr and try taking the government over by force. As he was sitting in his transport, along with most of his general staff and some other troops, the warning alarms of the SSD went off. A metallic voice soon followed, indicating a force twice their number waiting for them on the other end of hyperspace. Theesen sent word to the bridge to open fire as soon as they were out of hyperspace, and then he sent word to all units who would be participating in the battle. "Members of the 501st, Ghost Battalion, and Thundering Herd. We will be jettisoned from the ship upon entering hyperspace. It's going to be a firefight down there, and we're going in hot and heavy." Stated Theesen to his men. "Members of the 64th, Scimitar Assault Wing, 181st, and 123rd. You will be escorting the ground troops to the ground, so we get as many men down as possible. From there you will engage in both ground strafing runs and aerial combat. May your skill keep you alive long enough to see the next fight." Said Theesen to all the men under his command. The first empire fleet came out of hyperspace, guns blazing into the enemy fleets, and vice versa. Theesen's transport as well as many others, in addition to the fighter units assigned to his troops shot out of their respective hangars, heading towards the surface of Myrkr. "Some of us head to certain death." Said Theesen to his troops. Those who had been with him the longest, or had heard this before chanted out the response. "All death is certain." Theesen waited a brief moment as all spoke their prayers to themselves to keep themselves safe. "Fight your hardest, serve your emperor, should you die, die in the knowledge you fight for an imperial galaxy." Yelled Theesen, beginning to feel the freefall of the transport hitting the atmosphere of Myrkr. |
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| Degata, an eerily quiet town at night, but a place that Henry certainly wished to be, especially on a night such as this. He had come to feed and he had not come alone either. With him were a few of his closest vampire brethren numbering five in total, his sisters and three of his personal vampire guard. He looked at them, they stood to his left and to his right, waiting on his signal, allowing them to fill their icy cold veins with the warmth of life, but before he would let them go to feed, he had one thing to say to them, and one thing alone. "You are here to feed and feed alone, turn none. After you have finished feeding upon the lifeblood of the humans, rip the head from the body, make it look as though the wolves ravaged the body." Said Henry, still looking at those with him. Finally he looked at the town of Degata, set no more than a half mile out from his and the others position. "Remember, it is only the humans we are after, nothing else. If you encounter another being, pay them no mind and give no intention of what you plan to do in the town. Now go, feast upon the humans." Said Henry, starting a run towards the village, to clear the distance between himself and a warm meal. Finally after several minutes of running towards the village, Henry skidded to a halt in the shadows behind a larger house on the outskirts of town, here and there he could see the other figures of those with him moving on other houses. Being very close to the house he was at he gave a quick sniff of the air, smelling out the blood of those living inside. "Hmmmm, male aged later years, woman aged the same, some young ones, what have we here, female early adult.....twin girls. Perhaps I will have to make a special visit for them on another night, as I have other urges apart from my hunger for warmth in my body." Said Henry to himself softly. When he had finished speaking, Henry began making his way further into the town, looking for a more suitable body or bodies to drain the life from. As he made his way deeper into the town, he began encountering a few passerby's, some drunkards who paid him no mind at all, possibly thinking he was but a figment of their imagination. He had not yet smelled out a suitable source to feed from, but there was bound to be someone in which he could do so, even if he had to resort to something else. |
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| Galen had come back to Coruscant, after all these years, and now he found himself at the entrance of the jedi temple. There was no reason to fear the jedi, they wouldn't know him from another force user, wouldn't recognize him from another near-human, or take him as anything other than a normal force-sensitive individual with training in the force. With such thoughts on his mind, he entered the temple. There were people about in the temple, as usual, padawans, knights, masters, councilors, all of different classes, races, and gender. But then again, apart from force sensitivity, it was no different than normal society. Having little to no idea on just what to do now that he had found his way into the temple, Galen decided that it would be in his best interest to find an information terminal that would allow him directions to somewhere where his presence would gain more attention. "Hmmm, perhaps the archives would be a good place to start, I haven't seen them in their glory for some time." Said Galen to himself, heading off to the archives to do some browsing, and perhaps with his going to the archives he would run into a more diverse group of jedi and maybe, just maybe he would be able to see if any could be turned away from the corruption of the republic. Galen didn't hate the jedi, no, he just didn't see why they continued to be blinded by the corruption of the galaxy. If he had his way, they would all go back to their true purpose and protect the galaxy from such corruption, but the attempts previously made had all failed, and so here he was again, to see if he couldn't start something again, amidst the already troubling times in the galaxy. At last, Galen found himself in the archives, and he headed for one particular section of interest, one he had lived through and knew all too well, the republic civil war. The jedi had archived the entire event, and while Galen had no perspective from this side of the war, he decided that now was a good time to learn, and in the process of doing so, perhaps it would peak the interests of other jedi who were not so well-informed on what happened. Galen pulled a particular datafile and took it to a seat where he began scrolling through the information. |