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Post by Desmond Heart on Apr 12, 2013 11:15:21 GMT -5
Sliding out of hyperspace at the extreme of the Coruscant System, the Starscape can barely even see the planet far below through the front viewports on the bridge. Looking to his left, at Trynna, then to his right at Loranos, Desmond smiles softly, Coruscant had always been his favorite system. His home. Gently tapping the thrusters, pushing the Starscape towards his home at a gentle but clipping pace through the emptiness of space, Desmond takes note of the Sith Cruiser his systems had caught in orbit, currently surrounded by Republic Vessels. Continued here: ierpg.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=vessles&thread=1402&page=1#22901
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Post by Desmond Heart on Apr 20, 2013 12:32:27 GMT -5
Exploding into orbit in his matte black Aurek fighter, Desmond Heart is pushed back into his seat as the automated systems control the heat of the exit burn from coruscanti atmospher. Smiling at the compression, Desmond rips the Aurek left, moving with the roll of the planet as he soars past a republic cruiser. Smiling to himself as he notices the marking on the craft in the knowledge that he had a friend he went to the academy with working aboard it right now.
Sliding blissfully in a higher orbit, Desmond pushes the Aurek into more of a cruising speed, dropping his altitude by a few thousand feet to take in what John had told him about, the Green House Skyhook that he was soon to be renting for a few of his newer acquisitions. Moving into a close orbit of the facility, he notes the massive windows, giving the plants stored within plenty of open sunlight in it's orbiting station, constantly on the sun side and moving with it. A massive disk, the skyhook's entire sunfacing side was a maze of mirrors and solar panels for power.
Doings a barrel roll, Desmond takes the Aurek into deeper space.
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Post by Trynna Vox on Apr 22, 2013 21:09:54 GMT -5
The locator beacon blasted off for orbit, toward the facility that Desmond had purchased. It would give them more room to maneuver, but it would also put them in possible contact with the orbital defense forces.
She decided to inform them of the possible action.
::Orbital Control, this is HMR-1, we are engaging in training exercises. It is not a true fight. Do you copy, over?:: ::Copy, HMR-1, you are cleared for your training flight. Be careful! Control out.::
Blasting off to catch up, Tryn watched as Desmond's Aurek got closer and closer via the tracking beacon. She slowed it down as she neared his location, not knowing what he was up to. She would wait for him to move in on her, then they could begin this little flight again.
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Post by Desmond Heart on Apr 22, 2013 22:09:16 GMT -5
It had been a while since Desmond had had a large investment. But this skyhook... this satellite had a great deal to offer Desmond. Thinking about it as he sat there, his Aurek completely stable in its orbit of the satellite waiting for Trynna to arrive. He powers down his systems, shutting off his beacon as he searches around himself for his friend.
As he looks, his mind continues to ponder, typing into his datapad he'd brought along with him to jot down his ideas for his slowly forming business.
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Post by Trynna Vox on Apr 24, 2013 23:32:21 GMT -5
::Pride Leader, I've lost your signal....Are you ok? How copy, over?::
Trynna was in a panic. One moment, she had Desmond's locator on-screen, the next, he simply vanished. A bet was not a reason to lose your mealticket, so she headed in the direction of where she had last seen the beacon. She started a biological scan, just in case he was playing possum.
I will personally slap you if you are....That's cheating, Boss.
She hoped it -was- the fact he was playing possum though...if he wasn't, it might prove a bit taxing to find another job like this....
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Post by Desmond Heart on Apr 27, 2013 17:09:47 GMT -5
Desmond had been sitting back, almost closing his eyes as his Aurek had held a hover around the skyhook, the small glint of light in the side of his eye was the only indicator he needed. As he watches Vox's Aurek float across space, he could almost see her face, twisting this way and that trying to get a bead on her adversary after the shut off of the beacon. Desmond had never liked the beacons on his ships, but the FOF tags were most invaluable in any form of large scale warfare. Keeping his systems off, he opens his comm to her.
::Uh oh... have you lost your squadron leader Miss Vox? Don't you hate it when that happens.::
Letting her continue her movements across space, visually watching he craft zoom, Desmond waits for the proper moment... and flips the switch. His Aurek roaring to life Desmond drives the thrusts entirely forward, exploding into forward motion behind his colleague, his hud already starting to light up with the approaching target lock.
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Post by Trynna Vox on May 4, 2013 17:03:18 GMT -5
Yep, you are most definitely getting smacked.
Still...gotcha though...
Using a com signal is commonplace to triangulate position, and this case was no different. Trynna was already past the man, however, so she opened the throttle, and blasted out as fast as she could. She needed to pull distance, and get some space between her and her boss before he got the lock....
Ten grand -was- on the line, and that was a pretty good bit of change for her to be losing. She wasn't going to allow this, oh no.
::You better hope you get that lock quickly, Boss.::
A hard right stomp on the floor pedal, a slight adjustment of the throttle, and a touch of the stick to roll right and bank ninety degrees, Trynna used the agile nature of the fighter to try to break the near lock Desmond was getting on her. It was NOT going to be that easy......
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Post by Desmond Heart on May 6, 2013 22:47:11 GMT -5
Desmond smiles as he reels back on the throttle the moment that the senors mention that she'd acquired the comm lock on him, opening him up to her target lock again. Pulling all the way back and even applying reverse thrust, As Vox hammers herself down and to the right with a great deal of acceleration, Desmond just smiles, watching her throw herself through the complicated maneuver, as she pulls out of it and straitening out Desmond is already on the move, swinging his nose in a complete 180 and heading the opposite direction he pushes the throttles to cruising speed. Building the gap between the two fighters rapidly as he jets away from her.
::Your gap is opening, your may want to turn and attack.::
Smiling at the goad, Desmond pulls up on the control stick, aiming his ship back towards the planet, skimming the atmosphere above the planet, nearly invisible from anyone planetside against the blackness of space. As he flies, a small light flashes across his hud on his helmet, indicating an incoming text message from John.
::Sir, John here. The Norris plants have been transferred to the newly leased greenhouse space on the satellite as requested. The finalization of the new ship is done, and I have located a few droids that would be suitable to your needs as you wished. When ready, come here.::
Along with the text message, a button that Desmond presses on the console turns on a homing beacon, allowing him to find where it was the John had the droids.
::HMR-1, this is Pride Leader, disengage from dogfight and rejoin my wing, we have business to attend to.::
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Post by Trynna Vox on May 22, 2013 9:52:29 GMT -5
::Pride Leader, copy. I'll be on your wing in two shakes.::
Trynna shut down the targeting system, banked a hard left, and shot off toward Desmond's fighter. There was extremely light traffic today, and the speed at which she could pilot this craft was simply amazing. This ship was sleek, fast, and in under a minute, Trynna was off Desmond's right wing....slightly low, and to the rear.
::Following your lead, Boss....Where we goin'?::
Trynna activated the autopilot, and set it to follow Desmond's locator beacon. Slaving it this way ensured that the two ships would look -really- pretty while they flew through the city-planet's orbit.
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Post by Desmond Heart on May 23, 2013 21:27:14 GMT -5
::We're headed for Mining Corp, they're based on one of the larger orbiting stations on the other side of the planet. We'll be there shortly.::
Leading the two fighters at flank speed across the outer atmosphere of the planet, the hulls of the two craft glowing red from the resistance of the light upper atmosphere, turning them into two meteors of speed and color flashing across the Coruscanti skyline, flashing by the slower moving freighters, warships, and other assorted ships on the semi-lightly filled atmosphere as they race to their destination. Slowing and pulling back on his thrusters, Desmond finally sees the station come into a view. A blocky, ugly looking structure more like a floating cube with several large construction vessels tethered to it. The massive insignia across all six sides of the lumbering station hold host to the Mining Corp Logo.
Bringing the two fighter craft into the customer hangar bay, they set them down nearby their awaiting delegation. John walking over to Desmonds craft as he opens the cockpit and steps out of his craft.
-John- "Welcome aboard the Cube sir, thanks for coming so soon I've been getting stared at all bloody day now."
Nodding towards the part of contractors looking at Desmond, John, and shortly Vox, Desmond walks over to the leader and shaking his hand.
"My name is Desmond Heart, and I'm interested in a few of your droids."
-Contractor- "Well then you've come to the right place Mr. Heart, the right place indeed! Come right over here, we have a few of them waiting for you to check out."
Nodding to his fellow contractors, the lead man heads out of the hangar and down a hall, taking a single turn until they reach the primary floor where the droids are kept shut-down. Making their way inside, Desmond and Vox are shown several dozen varying models of machinery. Finally, they make their decisions.
Looking to the contractor and garnering his attention, Desmond makes his decision openly.
"I require two of your Foreman class droids, four of your Mark II's, and eight of you Mark III's. I will offer you 500,000 credits. That is my final offer. As well, I want a full stock of repair parts, and two repair droids capable of fixing all three droids. I will offer 150,000 credits for the accessory components. Totalling 650,000 credits. I can have the money wired to your account in thirty seconds, and my ship will be here within the hour to lift them. What say you?"
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Post by Trynna Vox on Jun 6, 2013 21:33:41 GMT -5
Trynna had followed the boss in, and listened carefully as he talked business. This wasn't her specialty...she wasn't used to dealing with legit business deals. Her abilities and skills tended to lend themselves to less-than legal business propositions...ones that kept her on the wrong side of the law...
...this time, however, it might be a little different.
Desmond was talking to someone that Trynna had not been introduced to yet, so she remained silent. Her eyes looked around at the droids he was trying to buy. They seemed rather simple, but effective. She had to admit, she was pretty impressed with the size of the operation...the only time she would have been in a place like this previously was to 'liberate' some of the droid stock in a less-than-friendly manner.
Desmond, it would appear, had enough scratch to spare, though. Not to mention, she had made a pretty good chunk of change herself. She would have to go shopping once she made it planetside...if the authorities weren't looking for her actively...
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Post by Desmond Heart on Jun 8, 2013 9:08:09 GMT -5
The bargain had been made, the droids were chosen, the money was in the accounts and ownership had been passed from the mining co to Desmond. Or, more intricately, to the Quick Winds Mining Co. Which of course due to the fact that it was a privately owned company, no listing of the owner was required. It was a shadow company of course, but Desmond liked keeping a certain distance between himself and his... investments.
Nodding to Vox, who had kept silent up until now, Desmond gives her a warm smile. Things were truly getting interesting for the both of them. But she was still honestly a stranger, Desmond needed to make sure he kept her close, or at least under watch for the time being until she was truly proven trustworthy. So far? Thing's were looking good. Not to mention her in that flight suit. Averting his eyes quickly, Desmond looked back to the man he'd just paid a large sum of money to.
"Thank you for your business. Your account is now rather more full than it was before, and I have precisely what I'm looking for. Good day."
Nodding to Vox, once again all serious, Desmond makes his way back to their fighters and is delivered to the site of his new Quatermaster, docking with the station and beginning to take in the new purchases. Looking to Vox, Desmond looks around to make sure they aren't being overheard.
"Vox, I'm heading to Rhen Var to begin the next stage of my plan. I need you to do something, Adascorp majors in medical equipment. I want you to go there, and acquire us a ship's worth of supplies for us to begin the renovations. Can I count on you to do that for me?"
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Post by Trynna Vox on Jun 10, 2013 1:38:36 GMT -5
"I think I can handle that. Haven't been there yet...heard it's nothing but an iceball though...
I've also heard you can get some pretty nice diamonds there, with the proper motivation to dig in frozen caves. I may make a pit stop after I get the gear. I might be able to scrounge up a few of those pretty shinys, and get us a few more bucks too."
She had wanted to visit Arkania ever since she had heard of it. Though it was cold, and she really had a major issue with it...*especially considering recent events*...Trynna knew that there were creds to be made in a very short time. She had heard of the quality and beauty of the Arkanian diamonds, not to mention most of the ones that had the money to buy things like that only -wanted- the stones from the ice planet.
This could be interesting, if she could get the right permits.
"Think I could do some legwork for Quick Winds, Boss?"
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Post by Desmond Heart on Jun 10, 2013 8:34:06 GMT -5
Desmond smiles at the thought of adding diamonds onto their export business. He nods his head.
"If there's product to acquire, acquire it. My standing orders for the rest of your employment. Send me a communique once you've met with Adascorp would you? I'll be sending a message announcing you while you're on your way so it shouldn't be too much of a surprise for them. Oh... and try to get it all for free, try to spin it into a big commercial stunt for them donating for a good cause. It'll look great on the news for them."
Turning from her, Desmond heads over to his fighter and pops the cockpit. As the last of the machines are loaded onto the Quick Winds, the starfighter lifts off the deck and follows it into space.
Pulling up alongside the Quick Winds, looking right towards space and away from his new ship, he sees the Starscape approach, John at the helm. Nodding to his most trusted colleage, the three ships jump into hyperspace bound for Rhen Var.
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Post by Taj Diru on Jun 23, 2013 11:17:45 GMT -5
As Callach and his companion escape the atmosphere of Coruscant, Taj wakes to find himself trapped within a cage. The bloody thing smelled and swore a few times in huttese- which of course were the only words that he knew. For the last couple of years he had been a free Lurmen, but now he was getting hauled like a sack of raw tubers across the galaxy. He had no desire to return to Nar Shaddaa, but he was trapped and without any tools to help him escape. He glanced around the small space and saw the doorway that lead out of the cargo hold. In the corner was an antique protocol droid, if only he could reach it.
"To hell with reaching it," Taj said as he looked about for his pack, it was hanging up beside the droid.
"Hey droid!" Taj yelled across the room. "Wake up!"
The droid stirred as its photoreceptors lit up. It glanced about the room, when it saw the small Lurmen it immediately came to the young captive's aid.
"You are not a Mynock," the droid said in a clipped voice. "I shall remove you at once from your hiding spot."
Taj smiled as the droid opened the door to the cage. Curious, the lurmen leapt out of the cage and onto the floor. He scrambled up toward where his bag was kept and scrambled up the wall and yanked it off. Both he and the bag fell to the floor, but the droid was there in an instant to catch them. He set Taj onto the counter in the cargo hold, the droid was very curious as to why there was a talking monkey aboard the ship, but he wasn't paid to ask questions; so he kept silent.
Smiling, Taj moved to the wall and climbed up a set of pipes. As he pushed open the grate, he turned back to the droid. "Thanks," as he disappeared from sight. The droid stood there confused as the cargo door opened from the outside. A small Ugnaught looked in at the droid.
"Pipe down," it said as it slammed the door shut, oblivious to the open cage and missing bounty.
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Post by Taj Diru on Jun 27, 2013 10:25:23 GMT -5
Taj felt a jolt and knew that the ship had jumped into hyperspace, he was in for a long ride. Hopefully he could keep himself hidden long enough for the bounty hunters to reach Nar Shaddaa. He heard a rustling beneath him and watched as an Ugnaught opened up a door and yelled at the droid, it quickly turned around and stalked off toward the front of the ship. Taj followed it from the duct work and watched as the short swine-faced mechanic entered the cockpit.
"What," Callach asked as the Ugnaught strapped himself in. "What were you yelling about?"
"Damn droid was talking to himself," it replied, as it closed its eyes to sleep."
Callach began to rise, but his companion quickly stopped him. The monkey's asleep, there's no way he could have escaped, let alone woken up.
Taj let out a sigh of relief, as he did the Trandoshan bounty hunter stood up and looked around. Just as he did the Ugnaught started to snore and Taj backed away from the cockpit through the ceiling tiles.
"Oy," he said to himself as he found a nice quiet corner to hide for the long haul to Nar Shaddaa.
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Post by Veren Gal on Jul 7, 2013 12:45:51 GMT -5
The Fefze jumped into system and headed for Coruscant. Veren was in the cockpit with ED-3. He contacted an ambassador friendly with Korriban and got clearance to land in the Temple District. He then contacted a computer supply store he'd used previously.
::This is Rutov, what do you want.::
"Rutov, it's Veren. I'm coming down on Coruscant. Do you have any data cores?"
::Ah, Mr. Gal. Is there a problem with the two I sold you?::
"No."
::Well, cores those size are not readily available as you know. Would smaller ones be acceptable?::
He gave some specifications, which ED-3 price-checked against the market. "Master, even the most affordable of these exceeds any and all authorized exp-" Veren waved his hand and silenced the droid.
"I'll take the biggest ones, five of them. Will you be able to deliver them to my ship?"
::Of course, transmit your docking number when you're on planet. I'll come and we can do the exchange.:: They terminated the transmission.
ED-3 looked at the human, "Master, the academy will not authorize payment, your budget is spent."
"Let me worry about that."
They dropped through the sky and landed at the secure and private Temple District docking port. Most the ships there were nicer models used by high-tier priests and their entourage but there were more simple vessels for the faiths that practiced some level of modesty or poverty. He set his ship down amongst them and transmitted his coordinates to Rutov.
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