Vrook Lamar
Jedi Master ?Administrator?
If you find me overly critical, perhaps it is because you do not fully understand what is at stake.
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Post by Vrook Lamar on May 30, 2011 17:06:34 GMT -5
*Master Vrook's shuttle drops out of hyperspace near Arkania. During his flight, he has donned his winter robes and fur-lined cloak and spent time in meditation. Now that he is closer to them, he is sure that the mission team is in more immediate danger than the danger potentially posed by Lee himself. Rather than make for Adascopolis, he pulls up a holographic map of the planet and pinpoints the location of Arca Jeth's Praxeum. There might not be time to switch to a vehicle that has been modified for the climate, so he trusts in his ability with the Force to compensate for the Arkanian weather and heads into the atmosphere, making straight for the Praxeum.*
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Post by Firgreer M'hor on Jun 7, 2011 17:29:03 GMT -5
*Firgreer held the steering wheels of his dinged up old cruiser firmly. The staticy radio played soothing music that radiated throughout the small ship. It was one of Firgreer's favorite jitz tapes from back home. The old ship vibrated unnaturally as he drove it through space, coming nearer to his destination.*
"Come on, Iklin. Easy now."
*Firgreer spoke softly to his ship, rubbing the dashboard with his gloved hand. He had named his old ship after his dead father. It was the only thing keeping his father's memory alive. Plus it was from his home planet of Clak'dor VII. After a few minutes, the ancient mapping system installed in Iklin started beeping, meaning that he was nearing his destination. Firgreer gazed at the holo-map of the nearby planet, Arkania, trying to figure out where the best place to land would be.*
"This is it."
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Post by Vossk on Jun 13, 2011 0:24:15 GMT -5
*The Bounty Hunter Guild vessel, JexxeL, lurches out of hyperspace and begins its decent down to the planet's surface. Aboard are a team of Bounty Hunters led by the leader of the Guild, the Trandoshan named Vossk.*
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Post by Firgreer M'hor on Sept 5, 2011 16:35:34 GMT -5
*Iklin soared through the atmosphere, surprisingly intact. Firgreer already felt better, allowing the auto-pilot mode to take him back to Nar Shaddaa where he would get some well deserved rest. The events of this mission swarmed his mind as he slowly fell to sleep, alone with only the unhealthy hum of his pitiful ship.*
"Finally... Some quiet..."
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Post by Darth Talik on Oct 23, 2011 23:14:21 GMT -5
*The Dynamic-class freighter, the True Cake, reaches orbit having escaped from the docking port in Adascopolis. Aboard is the mad clone of Darth Talik, and due to Lee Katarn's failed attempt to stop the vessel, the cockpit had been severely damaged. Talik had to reroute main controls to the secondary computer terminal in the main hold.* *Having already pulled up the navigation files, Talik plugs in a course for Korriban. Nowhere else made any sense, and so Korriban it was. The True Cake speeds through Arkania's orbit and then flashes away into hyperspace bound for the Sith planet.*
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Post by Aurek Bralor on Feb 4, 2012 19:12:35 GMT -5
*Having narrowly escaped Adascopolis, the yacht commandeered by the Bralor clones enters into low orbit, causing the atmospheric fighters sent after them by the Adascopolis Civil Authority to break off pursuit.*
"We're in the clear, Sarge."
*Bralor nods to Tor who had been piloting the bulky vessel the entire time. Each of the clones had their own set of skills, and Tor had managed to place himself at the top of the class in terms of piloting. Bralor looks over the console splayed out in front of him, searching for any other signs of pursuit.*
"Good work. Sensor's aren't picking up any ships in the immediate area. Plugging in the coordinates for Mandalore now."
*It may not have been home for the clones, but Mandalore was the only connection to their people that they had. Bralor had heard about the Republic/Mandalorian battle over Dxun, and how they had all been wiped out but for one ship. It was big news, even on Arkania. And so that left Mandalore as the only place they could go. Maybe the clones could find a place there. Maybe they could find a new life. One of purpose and honor. And if he was really lucky, maybe Bralor would run into someone he knew.*
"Nav computer set. Punch it."
*Tor gives a nod to his commanding officer and reaches over to the hyperspace leaver, pushing it forward slowly until the whole ship hummed loudly and then lurched forward into the blue stream of hyperspace.*
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Thon
Jedi Watchman ?Administrator?
Ngrra pschh! I must prepare you. Your training must begin now![C01:green]
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Post by Thon on Oct 20, 2012 12:21:42 GMT -5
A Delaya-class courier reverted from hyperspace into a busy star system, containing a very bright hunk of rock, in stark contrast of the darkness of the surrounding space.
The lanes of traffic were long and severely backed up when the Delaya-class courier started to query up. Given where it had entered the star system, it was coming from what was commonly called the galactic 'east', most likely from one of the hyperspace lanes.
The being inside the ship, was looking forward to the landing. It had been almost five decades since he had left his world, and the only other world he had been to, since leaving, was a dead rock, a dull monument to violence of the highest degree. Power take to levels that were not good for any creature, especially the ones that had used it.
A friend, was the only reason the being had visited the flash burned rock.
The Delaya-class courier closed the gap from its' entry point, to a busy line of traffic and got into the queue
When it came time to transmit the landing information, the ship's computer transmitted it. A rather old designation and registry code, but it goes along with the age of the ship that was being flown.
Leaving the Space surrounding the planet, the ship headed towards where it had been directed;
Adascopolis
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Post by Zemear on Apr 8, 2013 23:03:10 GMT -5
"Why are we here brother?"
The question bounded and rebounded off the walls of the stoic pilot's mind. And he made no audible reply. A shrug of his shoulders told the questioner that, in all honesty, he didn't know why they were here. A hesitated lowering of his shoulders told his questioner that he still pondered on an answer though. That seemed to satisfy the other, at least for now.
The small shuttle dropped from hyperspace and the planet of Arkania cast an almost dreadful shadow across the bridge. Clicking made the speaker aware that his brother, the pilot, was typing. Looking down to the data screen indicated. Covi nodded slowly, thought creasing his brow.
"Yes, I suppose force users did frequent here....at least...at some time. You don't here much about the force these days though.... at least, I don't."
The response came so fast, Covi swore his brother didn't even lift a finger to make it. The text almost seamed as bold as the silence emanating from his brother.
:Then you do not look in the right places.:
His brother blinked, and Covi knew there would be no more banter between them. Opening a hailing channel, the young Epicanthix man announced their arrival, and, once being cleared, he nodded to his brother, who took them down. Covi only hoped that Zemear wouldn't get them killed. He wasn't much of a fighter....for an Epicanthix.
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Post by Desmond Heart on Nov 14, 2013 9:56:25 GMT -5
Slipping out of hyperspace, the Starscape makes its way into the upper orbit of Arkania, glancing over to John, Desmond nods and the beautiful yacht begins it's entry into the atmosphere, heading for Adascopolis.
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