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Post by Kom'rk Vhon on Sept 22, 2009 19:30:08 GMT -5
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Post by Kom'rk Vhon on Oct 19, 2009 3:32:01 GMT -5
*A Mandalorian Shaadlar-type troopship rises into the launch bay and slowly skims along hangar deck until it reaches it's designated alcove. It then smoothly backs into it and sets down, opening up its exit hatches as it does so. Kom'rk Vhon, Commander of the Iviin'yc Parjai, exits the ship first. Followed by orange armored supercommando and a red armored neo-crusader*
*Kom'rk patches through to the bridge*
::Lieutenant, get this ship turned around and set a course for Dxun. Jump to hyperspace as soon as we've left the planet's gravity.::
::Aye, sir.::
*Kom'rk turns around to the Mandalorian in orange oriramikad armor*
"Orade, make sure everything is in order for our arrival at Dxun."
"Yes, Commander."
*Orade walks off to the bridge*
*Kom'rk turns to the red neo-crusader*
"Gormer, you're in charge of making sure all the supplies we took on get properly stored. I'll be in my quarters."
"As you wish, sir."
*Kom'rk exits the Launch bay and heads to his quarters as his crew carries out his orders*
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Post by Kom'rk Vhon on Jan 4, 2010 23:14:19 GMT -5
*A wall grate near one of the main alcoves flies off, and a thin looking Trandoshan crawls out of the service duct. He looks around wildly, searching for any sign of the Mandalorian chasing him. Seeing nothing, he sprints across the launch bay to a Davaab-class starfighter. He hits the release and the canopy opens. But before he can crawl in, the shimmering sound of a cloaking belt deactivating can be heard directly behind him. He spins around, and finds himself facing the same blue and gold clad Mandalorian that had released him from his cell holding a vibrosword to his neck. The Trandoshan growls, but speaks no words. Then lashes out with his claws at the armored warrior*
*Kom'rk sidesteps the haphazard attack, and attacks with his vibroblade, severing one of the Trandoshan's arms*
"You were once a formidable warrior, lizard. But now you are nothing more than a scared newt jumping through holes hoping that your fate will best all the odds."
*The Trandoshan yowls in pain as his arm is cut off, he knew he could simply regrow it in several week's time, but the likelyhood of that happening was slim to none*
"And you are a murderer with no honour!"
*The Trandoshan jumps at the Mandalorian again, but dives down, spinning his leg out to knock the Mandalorian off balance. Having not expected this attack, Kom'rk trips and falls to the ground, the vibrosword spinning away form him and clattering to the launch bay floor. The Trandoshan completes his maneuver by pushing himself up and on top of the prone Mando, pushing his only forarm into the gap between armor and helmet. Kom'rk struggles for breath, but keeps his composure, as he reaches for his vibroknife on his thigh. He grips ahold of it and thrusts it into the side of the Trandoshan, as it screams in pain. Kom'rk pushes the lizard off of him, and draws his second vibroblade from his back, spinning it around once, and then striking down on the Trandoshan's shoulder. The lizard collapses to his knees, bleeding profusely from both shoulder and side, and clearly exhausted*
"I'm glad you decided to fight back. It makes this part all the more gratifying."
*Kom'rk thrusts the vibroblade down into the Trandoshan's chest, killing him slowly and painfully. The beast lets out a roar of pain but then is silenced as green blood builds up in his throat and spills out his mouth. He collapses to the ground, defeated and dead*
*Kom'rk pulls the blade out of his vanquished foe, and wipes it clean on the Trandoshan's rags before sliding it back into place on his back. He then retrieves his other blade and does the same. He clicks his teeth, activating his helmet comm*
"Orade. What's our ETA on Dxun?"
::We'll be in the system in less than fifteen minutes, Commander.::
"Good. I'll be right there."
*Kom'rk closes the channel and heads to the Bridge*
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Post by Kom'rk Vhon on Oct 3, 2010 17:36:27 GMT -5
*Kom'rk's shuttle flies into the hangar and sets down elegantly. A moment later Kom'rk exits the shuttle and immediately makes his way to the bridge. His integrated comm goes off*
"Vhon."
::Commander, the Republic ships have blockaded the moon. The bridge is at the ready. Will Alor Fett be joining us?::
"Negative, Orade. Fett decided to have some father-son time rather than deal with the business at hand."
*Kom'rk snarls*
::I see. Has the plan changed then?::
"No. We continue with the operation - though I've had to make some adjustments. Fett decided to go after our source."
::What! Himself?::
"He's sent one of Roegr's commando squads over. Vel has it covered."
::Can we trust Vel?::
"I'm on my way up now. We're not having this conversation over the comm."
*Kom'rk steps into the turbolift and heads directly for the Bridge*
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Post by Cassus Fett on Apr 11, 2011 18:07:27 GMT -5
*Arligan grins like a wolf as Cassus tells him to go, he jams the button to bring the Lightning Fury back to life. As the 21 Ion Engines explode with power, the Fury goes from floating to roaring towards the Parjai, the two men being pushed back into their seats hard even with the inertial compensators active and at full. The Fury roars into the Hangar of the Parjai, the two Heavy double rotating cannons opening fire immediately as the Fury enters the area, spinning in a literal circle as the cannons roar. Completing the 360 degree zone clearing fire, the Fury lands on it's landing struts. Within, Arligan unclips from his seat, not waiting for his Buir's orders he unstraps his sniper rifle from a side armory in the hall and heads for the landing door, not opening it until Cassus joins him, looking around him, he notes the several Ramser that have continued to join them on this voyage. He nods, knowing all of them were prepared for what was to come.* *Cassus nods to the Ramser Sergeant and he nods back in response. Cassus triggers the hatch and the Ramsers flood out of the hatch as it is still lowering down - sending out cover fire. Cassus draws his twin pistols and jumps out after them - fortunately the Fury's 360 spin of death had eliminated most of the opposition - though a few had managed to duck behind cargo containers before being blasted apart. Between the Ramsers, Arligan and Cassus they didn't last much longer. Cassus triggers his jetpack and flies up toward the top of the hangar, raining down blaster fire at the Death Watch supporters taking cover behind plasteel cylinders. As the last of the dar'manda fall, Cassus slowly descends to the deck - but as he does so, blast doors leading from the hangar all slam shut and Cassus can hear the locks spinning into place - sealing them in. He quickly looks over at the hangar opening leading into space. The blue force field flickered - that only meant one thing* "Grab on to something! They're depressurizing the hold!" *Vhon had undoubtedly realized their presence and ordered the depressurization of the hangar. Their sealed beskar'gam would protect them and sustain them in the lack of atmosphere - however if they didn't grab onto something solid quickly, they'd all be swept into space.*
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Post by Arligan Fett on Apr 16, 2011 10:21:19 GMT -5
*After helping mop up the few remaining traitors with Cassus and his fellow Ram'ser, Arligan hears Cassus yelling about depresurization. He looks over at the Fury and curses. He breaks out into an all out run towards his beloved ship, a long range tracing beacon in hand. Moments before it happens, Arligan chucks the beacon onto the side of the ship, a lovely SMACK resounding through the hangar as the magnetic software takes hold. He dives for a support pylon within the hangar and puts his back to it, putting the pylon between he and the soon to be outer space. he secures his arms around it as well. Prepared, he looks around, hoping to see all the other mando around him ready*
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Post by Kom'rk Vhon on Apr 16, 2011 21:51:03 GMT -5
*The force field in the hangar drops, and the entire hangar's atmosphere is rapidly sucked out into the vacuum of space. The Davaab-class fighters in the hangar slide across the deck, their landing struts scraping the deck plating as they are all pulled toward the hangar exit. The Lightning Fury is similarly affected. Loose canisters and cargo containers are flung from their stationary positions and tumble out of the open hangar. The whole process is relatively quick, lasting no more than a few seconds before the hangar is completely void of atmosphere.*
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Post by Cassus Fett on Apr 18, 2011 18:22:26 GMT -5
*Cassus is nearly to the door when the force field drops completely and tries to jump for the small ledge surrounding the door - but the pressure is too great. He is dragged backwards, and he falls to the ground, trying in vain to grip onto the smooth deckplating.*
"Fierfek."
*Beside him are seven of the ten Ramsers - tumbling out the open hangar as well. The eighth Ramser is caught behind the Lightning Fury as it starts to slide across the hangar floor and get sucked out of the hangar, and crushed. The final two managed to grab onto similar support columns like Arligan. Cassus speaks through the comm*
::Ad'ika. Get to the bridge. Complete the mission. Vhon is the key, take him out!::
*With those final words, Cassus, all but two of the Ramsers, the Lightning Fury and several of the Parjai's Davaab-class starfighters are swept out into the emptyness of space*
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Post by Arligan Fett on Apr 19, 2011 1:13:53 GMT -5
*As the final hints of oxygen escape the Hangar, Arligan finally lets go of the pole, his arms tired from holding him against the column. As the truth of what happened mounts on him, his personal morale for this mission just went to nothing. The good news was, he had to Ramser. So he could at least blow something useful up. He shakes off the loss of his buir, he couldn't focus on that now, not in a combat situation. He had to focus, finish the mission or die trying. He sets his plan into motion, sending the two ramser aft, towards the engine bays with explosives. The two split up, furthering their odds of at least one of them making it via seperate routes.*
*Meanwhile, now out of the view of the other Ramser, Arligan takes a moment. His gaze looking out the now open door to the docking bay where his now lost father had been pulled to. He shakes his head, knowing what Cassus would say if he'd known Arligan was letting it get to him. He shoulders his sniper rifle and starts making his way to the bridge, quietly and efficiently, using side access ways instead of primary navigation routes, hoping to not run into any traitor mandos on the way*
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Post by Salkar Skirata on Apr 19, 2011 17:34:32 GMT -5
*Salkar comms Arligan from the Ky'ram*
::Arligan, Alor, do you read? Arligan, Alor, please respond!::
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Post by Arligan Fett on Apr 19, 2011 19:55:39 GMT -5
*Arligan stops midstride, having moved his way away from the docking bay, towards the bridge. It was odd really, so far, he'd only had to paint over a few cameras and a single unfortunate cleaning droid. He thanks the full bucket that all mandalorians wore naturally. As the comm connect was heard only by him, no sound escaped the confines of the amazingly useful form fitting helmet. He kneels, sniper rifle aimed down the support hall. He replies in a monotone voice, disconnected from what had happened.*
::Salkar, this is Arligan. The Alor and most of the Ram'ser team with him are gone. I'm headed for the bridge. What's your status?::
*As he speaks, he continue to look around warily, looking for something out of the ordinary. There's no way he could get to the bridge without any contacts, this he knew. But no signs at all? What the feth was going on?*
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Post by Salkar Skirata on Apr 21, 2011 15:19:52 GMT -5
*Salkar pauses before going back on the comm*
::Gone? What do you mean gone? Kark it all, I'm coming in::
*Salkar flies into the Hangar shortly after getting off the comm, taking a few hits along the way. Salkar seals his suit and vents the atmosphere on the Ky'ram. He opens the airlock and heads aboard the Parjai. He opens the comm with Arligan again*
::Arligan I'm on the ship, what's your location::
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Post by Arligan Fett on Apr 21, 2011 17:19:36 GMT -5
*Arligan stops again as Salkar recommences contact, again taking a knee*
::I have no idea Salkar, all I know is that I'm in a support shaft headed towards the bridge of this dikutla ship and the fething place seems to be empty. Here's how I got here...::
*As he explains the path to his location over the secure comm channel, he continues to look ahead and around with his 360 degree field of vision for anyone spotting him. Moments after he speaks of how the place was empty, a two man squad of traitors walks beneath him. He goes dead quiet as they pass, even with the helmet on*
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Post by Salkar Skirata on Apr 25, 2011 22:52:25 GMT -5
*Salkar follows the directions given by Arligan until he finally finds him. Salkar continues to use the comm as to keep the conversation isolated from the rest of the ship*
::What happened?::
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Post by Arligan Fett on Apr 26, 2011 9:53:17 GMT -5
*Arligan sees Salkar coming up behind him, but turns his head and nods in a form of greeting*
::They depressurized the docking bay. My ship, the Ram'ser, and Alor were sucked out. We need to keep on the mission, focus.::
*He speaks in a monotone the entire time, detached from the circumstance as he slowly moves forward, finally reaching an access hatch to the hallway leading straight into the Bridge, they would drop down from the ducts, and walk right in. He still couldn't understand though. The only life he'd seen so far was the two traitors on a patrol, and a few other droids and non-essential crew. Something was wrong*
::Are you ready?::
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Post by Salkar Skirata on May 3, 2011 14:43:56 GMT -5
*Salkar remains silent for a moment*
~:Fierfek...:~
::Yeah vod, I'm ready....lead the way::
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Post by Arligan Fett on May 3, 2011 17:10:09 GMT -5
*Arligan nods, quietly opening the grate leading into the hall below them. He drops down, making a rather loud Clunk sound as he hit the deck. He straightens himself and looks through the open doorway onto the bridge, seeing Kom'rk and the other traitors he moves to the side of the doorway, keeping out of sight, he checks behind him one more time, oddly confronted with an empty hallway leading into the bridge. He had an odd feeling about this.* ------------------------------------------------------- Move to:
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Post by Kom'rk Vhon on Jan 18, 2012 18:55:52 GMT -5
*The shuttle that had departed earlier in response to the message from the Kyr'tsad base camp returns with the wounded captive Caius Ordo. The shuttle rises up from the open bottom of the launch bay and then drifts forward into one of the many docking alcoves before setting down gently on the steel floor. The back hatch slides open and the boarding ramp extends to reveal a team of Kyr'tsad soldiers and medical personnel guiding a stretcher. On the hovering metal transport was the broken body of Caius Ordo wrapped in white bandages with multiple machines hooked up to him keeping him alive. As the group proceeds out of the launch bay and to the nearest medical bay the doctors keep close tabs on Ordo's vitals adjusting controls at infrequent intervals to keep him stable during the transport.*
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Post by Arligan Fett on Nov 16, 2012 10:33:06 GMT -5
Flanked by the several other landing craft that had joined it for shore leave, "Khannil Reaves" makes his way from his own ship, his being the third to land, he made his way through the assembling units before they'd be dismissed and sent on their ways throughout the massive capital ship. Being summoned to the bridge, Arligan didn't take the time to loiter and talk with the men. He struck out for the turbolifts straight away, nodding to the occasional man in the halls as he makes his way. Behind him, the final ships had put down on their landing struts, disgorging the remaining members of crew that had been on the leave. As the doors to the turbolift close, Arligan notes all the different kinds of armor, all similar, but all different. The mandalorian way. There were even a few ancient Neo-Crusader pieces among them.
The doors close shut, leaving Arligan to his thoughts on his way to the bridge.
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Post by Arligan Fett on Dec 5, 2012 11:28:06 GMT -5
Having slowly made his way down to the Launch Bay, strolling through the Parjai and taking his time, noting everything with tactical value in the back of his mind, Arligan walks through the quietly opening turbolift door and enters the Launch Bay and makes his way to the assembly area, not many had yet arrived for the 0500 departure time, checking his crono, he noticed he was still a full half an hour early at 0430.
Reaves sits back, setting his sniper rifle down beside him and his other kit a moment before picking it back up, deftly going over it and cleaning it, oiling essential parts, the clack click of a rapidly dismantling sniper rifle fills the quiet assembly area as he focuses, not really worried about anything else but his rifle. Everyone else would take care of themselves, he was looking forward to a more in depth briefing from Bralor about the op.
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Post by Aurek Bralor on Dec 6, 2012 22:27:35 GMT -5
A few minutes after Fett enters the hangar Bralor along with three of his fellow clones enters the hangar as well. All four Bralor clones are dressed in similar styled white armor, though each had added their own touch of color and design over the past year. Only the lead Bralor, designated as Aurek Bralor, remained in the stark white and black armor - though it had taken quite a beating this past year from the many ops it had seen. Seeing that "Reaves" was already present and currently tending to his rifle, the Bralors takes the opportunity to load the shuttle with their own kit while one preps the ship for take off.
After a few minutes of double checking the exterior, Aurek Bralor walks over to Fett, noting the precision and care he took while cleaning his sniper rifle.
"Those aren't really my style, but I can recognize a reliable weapon when I see one."
Bralor looks over the instrument of death noting that while it had humble origins it was evident that "Reaves" had modified it significantly during his time spent aboard the Parjai.
"Akaan is meeting us there, so it's just you, me, and the boys. Briefing is in transit. All set?"
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Post by Arligan Fett on Dec 7, 2012 14:42:56 GMT -5
Arligan's movements stop when Bralor comes over from... himself. Arligan doesn't move his head, merely relying on his helmet 360 degree vision to look at Bralor at the same time as he goes back to also cleaning the firing chamber of his rifle, as he speaks, Arligan finishes his cleaning, and when Bralor asks if he's all set, the younger mando merely replies with the clack sound of the magazine entering his freshly cleaned rifle and Reaves standing up as he throws his backpack onto his shoulders. A brief nod.
"Born ready, let's trim the herd sir. Where are we headed then?"
He asks the questions as he starts walking towards their ship, on Bralor's right side as they walk.
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Post by Aurek Bralor on Jan 15, 2013 20:13:41 GMT -5
Arligan and Bralor walk side-by-side toward the gunship. The other Bralor clones were now loaded up along with all the weaponry and supplies they needed. The last of them sits as Aurek and Arligan enter the boarding ramp.
"Kandosii Valley, Dantooine. Akaan reports a Kelborn clansman settled there about five years back then dropped off the starmap. Reports indicate the farmstead's been occupied by Ordo dissidents."
Bralor triggers the exterior ramp and it seals up behind the two of them. He then heads to the cockpit and types in his command codes to open the launch bay doors.
"All set. Initiating launch."
A whir and grinding sound can be heard outside of the ship as the doors move into position, and a few moments later the repulsors kick on. The gunship lifts off the ground, skims across the deck before dropping down out of the launch bay and into space. Even with the inertial dampeners the sudden drop causes Bralor's stomach to rise up in his gut rapidly, almost knocking the wind out of him - and it would have if he hadn't become accustomed to such launches.
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Post by Arligan Fett on Jan 15, 2013 20:46:00 GMT -5
Arligan moves into the shuttle beside Bralor and the other clones, as the men around him remain silent so too does Arligan, deciding it would be best for him to remain quiet throughout this trip. He had to assume that this was a test, so he was going to pass. Allies or no, he had to keep with the plan and get the intel on the traitors. He settles back for the ride, pondering the attack plans for the upcoming offensive.
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