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Cold, Dark Space of the Quelii Sector
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| Baird | Date: Tuesday, 07 Jun 2011, 0:13 AM | Message # 1 |
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| After having his ship crash land in the quelii sector, Baird thought his adventure was over, especially since he had fallen unconscious from the crash, and his leg was pretty banged up. During his time unconscious he had the most marvelous dream. In his dream, he was on the beautiful sunny beaches of Naboo, along with him was no other then the beautiful red Twi'lek medic known as bones, at least that's what he called her due to when he first met her, she was fixing broken bones of victims of the empire. Back to the dream. There they were, upon the beaches, Baird absent of a shirt, shoes and only in what looked like swimming trunks, while bones was absent of most everything, except she was in a skimpy bikini, and bikini top. The color of it as pink, it looked fabulous on her, an arousing sight indeed.
Of course since he was unconscious on the planet Amorris, a cold planet and during this season on the planet it was snowing, so he was unconscious in the middle of a snowstorm, several feet away from his crew, whom were searching for him. His engineer's were inside the ship, fixing any damaged parts, Jowel, his sullustan mechanic was an expert at fixing electronics, so he was trying to fix the distress beacon, and send out a message to any one within the Quelii system, hoping the last person to respond to it would be the empire. As the distress beacon came online, instead of sending distress signals, he decided to turn it off until Baird was found, and well.
Back to the dream. As Baird and Bones laid on the warm beaches of Naboo, He'd look over to her, and stare at her with adoring eyes, the way the sun captured her figure was just so lovely, it would drive any man insane, unless they hated aliens. Luckily for Baird, he was an alien sympathizer, he grew up with aliens and he'll die with aliens. He extended his hand out towards the none existent half nude Twi'lek female to caress her body lovingly. As it got closer to her chest, he regained consciousness and gasped for air, laying head first in a pit of snow, made it a hard task.
As his crew continued to search for him in all the wrong places, he pushed him self up and yelled out in pain.
"SON OF A BUGSLUT... that hurts..." He flipped him self over and looked at his leg, it was more than banged up. It was broken, but with that yell the crew was informed of his location, behind the ship. They rushed back there to see Baird covered in snow, blood dripping out his mouth and his leg twisted, indicating it was broke. The first to come to him was Carpet, the first alien he saved, followed by Lion-O and bones, the rest soon followed except the 4 inside the ship, which were repairing damaged components of the ship.
"What the Fu--" he'd never use fowl language in front of a woman, so he stopped there. "What took you guy's so long to find me? huh? I could have been a meat Popsicle by now.... Carpet, take me inside.... Bones... you know what to do." Carpet knelt down to pick up Baird, he did slow carefully trying not to injure him at all, that was the last thing his Wookiee companion wanted. As they entered the ship, Lion-o and his two snipers stood outside, standing guard in case something bad was going to happen. They didn't have a lot of practice with fighting in snowy terrain, but it would be good practice for them. The Wookiee set Baird on the medic bed and headed outside to stand guard with the other 3, making it the crew's combatants were outside, and his medic, engineers, and mechanics were inside. While bones was attending to Baird, the other medic's were attending the others on the ship, and would then head out to help the soldiers and such.
As bones examined Baird's leg she put her hand on his thigh, and looked into his eyes. She then parted her lips to speak softly. "Pain" After speaking she snapped Baird's leg into place, A groan was heard all the way outside the ship, sadly their medical supplies were damaged, except for Bacta injectors, and He looked down at his leg then over towards bones. "Mesh'la" He then closed his eyes and started to lay down on the bed. "We got any pain medicine? I see half your crap is broken, cant put me in The Bacta tank so this heals quickly, and I'd rather make sure there's enough Bacta to heal the crew's wounds, this will heal... in time." Bones knew the foreign word he spoke, and blushed a bit, she then looked around the room for something, then it came to her. "We have ample supply of Bacta, your leg should be all fixed up after a few injections over 3 days." Baird's eyes reopened and he looked over at Bones. "Start the treatment, and make sure you attend to everyone else as well, I can't have my crew messed up." With a nod, she walked over towards Baird, gripped his leg, and stuck the Bacta Injector into his leg, the Bacta would heal some of the bone enough for him to limp to his quarters and rest.
Instead of heading to his quarters he just laid on the doctor's bed, until Lion-O or Carpet would carry him into his quarters. "JOWEL! bring me the distress beacon."
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He sat there in the medical bay of his ship, fiddling with the distress beacon. His leg was feeling better, the bacta treatments were working well. He had the ability to walk around, with a limp of course but running and jumping required a bit more bacta, which they had ample supply of... He just didn't want to waste it all on his leg for the time being. Being on an unknown planet could bring many surprises. Random attacks from possibly savage natives, this planet could have imperials on it and Baird's standing with the empire, that would be a fowl thing. As he was playing with the distress beacon he also thought about sending out a few comms, he had a few clone wars buddies still alive, even a few acquaintances left. But for now, he just continued to fiddle with it, Jowel was there to help out.
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After fiddling around with the distress beacon that would send a signal that a ship was down and needed help on every channel the beacon could pick up. He set it down and decided to send out another message on encrypted channels known to former Old Republic members. Hoping sooner or later they'd pick up on it.
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Ben_Amir | Date: Tuesday, 07 Jun 2011, 6:04 PM | Message # 2 |
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| The Alpha Squadron had been in hyperspace for some time now. The Captain was having some uneasy feelings about this mission. Call it a pirate's instincts. When he signed up to become the squadron leader of the best squadron of the Libs, he knew he would be doing crazy stuffs. Quelii Sector is likely to be crawling with Imperials. The boss himself has preached him on the importance of rescuing Baird and his soldiers. The Libs needs allies if they're going to pack a punch at the Empire. Ben had put aside the queasy feeling, and decided to focus on completing the mission.
When a distress signal were setting off somewhere within the Quelii Sector, a beeping sound came on inside his F-302. The distress signal had come on just as the Alpha Squadron approaches the Sector. His fighter would be the first one to drop out of hyperspace, then the Z-95s followed by...one by one. They had kept themselves at the edge of the Sector, though. The Captain would wait until the smuggler drops out of hyperspace, then turn on the radiotransmitter. It was on a secured channel. "Send the Probe. We need to do this as quickly as possible." He spoke to the smuggler, as he ordered the rest of the squadron to prepare to break off in half. Just as they have planned before arriving...
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| Darius_Vaughn | Date: Friday, 10 Jun 2011, 10:46 AM | Message # 3 |
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| Darius wasted no time in cutting the probe loose; the probe, which would continue on its way to locate and transmissions from the men they were sent to rescue. While his companions did... well, whatever they were doing, Darius initiated a passive long-range scan of the system; at least as long as his limited sensors could allow, not having the range of a capital vessel.
"Probe is away. Let's get this done."
Darius Vaughn
Prince of Tantra
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| Captain_Heller | Date: Saturday, 11 Jun 2011, 10:47 PM | Message # 4 |
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| Vaughn's sweep wasn't powerful enough to detect the Marathon lurking in the system. A visual scan (as through a telescope or some other form of optical enhancement) would probably notice the Star Destroyer's distinctive dagger shape—if anyone thought to look there or had the time to do so—far above the rotational axis of the Amorris system (or below it, depending on one's perspective) in the starless space between the Amorris and Morseer systems. The Marathon was on patrol, but in a specific place and for a specific purpose, and it just so happened (or did it?) to be near enough to Vaughn and Alpha Squadron to detect them. For the Star Destroyer's more formidable sensors were also conducting a long range scan.
However, for the moment, the Marathon—surrounded by TIE fighters like some beast by a swarm of flies—did nothing. Except, that is, for directing its attention to the oblivious newcomers. "Steady," said Captain Heller, sitting in his command chair on the ship's bridge, "Have the fighters form up, but stand by."
Clive Winston Heller
Captain of the Marathon
The Galactic Empire
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| Baird | Date: Monday, 13 Jun 2011, 3:58 PM | Message # 5 |
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| He had no idea that there was an imperial fleet around the system he was stranded on, he suspected but never thought they was actually one. He had a few tricks up his sleeve he could pull off, sure-fire way to get away, but could be extremely dangerous. But instead of setting off the distress beacon he send another message on rebel comm channels, telling his coordinates, and instruction on how to land, just as a safety measure.
"Alright, it's been awhile now... I am sure you guys are on the way here. So here are the coordinates. -5325, 5439. Near a cave, you should see my ship it's down but not out. I can't risk flying her tho. So here's what you'll do. Once you are in orbit, land about away from the coordinates I sent, then send me a message. You should know the channel. And we'll meet up. Safety first kids. Baird out."
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Darius_Vaughn | Date: Friday, 17 Jun 2011, 8:47 AM | Message # 6 |
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| (( It has been four days. ))
The shuttle probe, now active, might well have picked up the Star Destroyer now that it was active, seeing as it was, after all, a massive probe. Darius though, did not conduct an optical scan at this time, having heard the static-filled but understandable transmission from Baird. He looked incredulously at the comm, as if he could slap the voice or the man behind it. Be safe kids? And with that sort of deal? Sending a message when landed? What about coming in hot under possible fire? Darius opted to look at the worst case scenarios first and be ready. As such and, likely jumping the gun before the Libs' representative could speak, Darius thumbed his comm.
"How's this one for you: I'm arriving in a JumpMaster 5000 and as soon as I touch down, you and yours hie on over to my ship and we all get out and go home. I'm getting a bad feeling."
Darius Vaughn
Prince of Tantra
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| Captain_Heller | Date: Wednesday, 22 Jun 2011, 6:14 PM | Message # 7 |
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| The Marathon remained comfortably anonymous for the time being. It simply waited, and watched.
Clive Winston Heller
Captain of the Marathon
The Galactic Empire
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| Baird | Date: Friday, 24 Jun 2011, 2:44 AM | Message # 8 |
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| Gimmie a few days fellas. some things came up and I haven't got time to make a post yet. If It's needed we'll just skip all this noise. Might be something big.))
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Ben_Amir | Date: Friday, 24 Jun 2011, 4:29 PM | Message # 9 |
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| Since the shuttle probe had conducted a system scan, it's possible that it had picked up a star destroyer on its scope. But it also deemed unlikely. It doesn't stop the Captain from continuing to have a bad feeling. That feeling grew a little bigger due to how the Smuggler replied to Baird's message on the radiotransmitter. He'd let out a heavy sigh, and spoke on the radiotransmitter. "Whatever it is that you want to do, we need to do this as quickly as possible. Alpha six through nine, come with me to escort the Escapade. The rest, escort the probe." Ben gave out an order, as the F-302 would begin accelerating itself. Moving past the Escapade, he and the assigned fighters would form into a V-formation so they could protect the Smuggler.
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| Baird | Date: Sunday, 26 Jun 2011, 2:53 PM | Message # 10 |
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| Nodded as the transmitions came in. "Alright boys." He said through the ships intercom. "Papa got us a ride out of here, get your crap and look out for a Socalled "Jumpmaster 5000, it'll be our ride. Get all important equipment and head outside. Daddy's gonna prep the ship for take off... It's the end of an era with this ship but it's well worth it. We'll get to meet some people called The libs... Supposed to be a bunch of guys like us. But we'll decide that when we see em." He nodded at his medic who proceeded to grab every important medical item she could carry, while the rest of his crew got the important items together. While that was going on Baird began to prepare his ship to take off and detonate, remotely.
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Darius_Vaughn | Date: Sunday, 26 Jun 2011, 5:18 PM | Message # 11 |
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| "Alpha Leader, I have a good lock on the transmission: Amorris. Looks like we're in a good position. Keep your eyes peeled and we're going in hot and heavy."
Darius wasn't quite sure whether or not the Z-95s could keep pace with the upgraded engines on the Escapade or not. More than likely, he would have to limit himself and the speed at which he flew. His sensors were still set for long-range passive scanning and he closed towards the 'center' of the Amorris System wherein resided Amorris and, more importantly, the crashed vessel which contained Baird and his crew. "Alpha Lead, we need to burn fast here. Cover my back and I'll take lead."
Pushing the JumpMaster 5000 to its maximum acceleration, Darius felt the deck thrum beneath him. He hadn't felt this alive since Kamino and outrunning a pair of Star Destroyers and their dragship escorts. A feral grin on his lips, the Prince of Tantra dove straight down (relative to his position) at Amorris. "Get ready Commander Baird. You're all but home free."
Darius Vaughn
Prince of Tantra
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| Baird | Date: Wednesday, 29 Jun 2011, 8:08 PM | Message # 12 |
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| ((I'll have a post up tomorrow.))
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Captain_Heller | Date: Thursday, 30 Jun 2011, 7:29 PM | Message # 13 |
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| "Right," Heller said, standing from his commanding chair and pulling on a pair of gloves as he walked nearer the bridge viewport, his XO, Lieutenant Duvall, dutifully following him and relaying his orders to the rest of the bridge crew, "Let's get underway, shall we? Bring us in on a probable escape vector. But not too fast, I want the TIEs to get there first. Two squadrons, specifically—each of them split into two flight groups of 6. Let's have three groups engage those starfighters, and the remaining group pursue that freighter. Warning shots first. Try to force them down." He peered out the viewport at Amorris in the distance, seeing the TIE fighters begin to peel away as ordered and the Marathon itself begin to orient itself in the direction of the planet. The Star Destroyer wouldn't trip the sensors yet, but the TIEs would in a matter of moments, in a matter of moments after that, would engage this rabble.
Something continued to bother Captain Heller, however. "Targeting," he said, "Have we identified what sort of fighter that is?"
"No, Sir," an ensign at the targeting console answered, "It appears to be a custom design. We've analyzed it, though, and forwarded a probable weapons loadout to our TIE squadrons."
"Good work," Heller said, knowing his crew was prepared for anything. So was Heller, this time. This was a routine operation, but so was the last one, when a Venator-class Star Destroyer appeared out of nowhere. Heller had deployed most of his fighters in advance, this time, and kept them close to the Marathon as it drew steadily nearer to what would soon become another war zone in a sector that was, itself, a war zone. "Remain alert, everyone."
Clive Winston Heller
Captain of the Marathon
The Galactic Empire
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| Darius_Vaughn | Date: Wednesday, 06 Jul 2011, 6:02 AM | Message # 14 |
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| Darius was struck with a rather bad feeling; he'd equate it to the 'goose over the grave,' but it was more than that. It was the feeling of impending doom that some people were touched with when something bad was about to happen. "Keep an eye out for anything. I've got a feeling we may not be alone." The beacon of Baird's vessel was a bright spot on his sensors, and Darius shunted a bit of shield power towards engines to be able to increase his speed. He was perhaps five minutes out from the crashed vessel's present position and inbound.
"Hang on Baird. We're just about to you. Get ready to move as fast as you can."
Darius Vaughn
Prince of Tantra
Message edited by Darius_Vaughn - Thursday, 07 Jul 2011, 6:24 AM |
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| Baird | Date: Wednesday, 06 Jul 2011, 2:46 PM | Message # 15 |
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| Sorry fellas, I just got back home from Atlanta I'll throw a post up later tonight.))
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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