| Orion_Karath | Date: Tuesday, 15 Jan 2013, 12:17 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Among the advantages of his position was access to high command-level intelligence. Thankfully, Inquisitor Deschain's briefing was kicked into that category, and he was half-way through typing a message to Admiral Hines that was to volunteer for a mission to Felucia when the Admiral's orders came. Operation Dark Shadow. 'Interesting enough name', he thought as he stared down at the datapad. The spartan, grey setting of an conference room aboard an Star Destroyer set a certain tone in one's self. A certain seriousness came about, and cold calculus set in within one's mind. Despite this, he was calmly looking at a datapad, while a second sat to the side. One contained the briefing for the operation, the other, which was in his hand, had all intelligence on the Iron Fist. It didn't matter whether or not the Libs had the capability to crew it, the fact remained that a Star Destroyer, even with less weaponry, was in the hands of a dissident faction and could serve as any number of things, from machine of war to mobile base. Were it to become a mobile base, it would greatly hamper efforts to track down and find the terrorists. He couldn't let that happen, and thus he was committed to finding and either reclaiming or destroying the ship.
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He sat in the landing bay, thinking back on the past few months. He had been totally dedicated to recovering from his wounds from the Droid Revolution and training the expanded Ghosts, now known as the Special Actions Group. He had little time to have thought of his last free night before going into the Droid Revolution a week later. The night with Fajra. It was still all a little cloudy to him, thanks to her special drinks. He did however remember her home, walking on the beach, swimming... her momentarily drowning, and a kiss... all of it led to warm feelings within him.
After some thought, and with them still having down time, he pulled out his datapad and began writing a message to her. He wouldn't be able to send it out until after they returned from their mission, now with the increased security on their operations, but it would be nice to have at hand. By the time he was done writing, the hum of the Suprosa's repulsorlifts pulling up to the extended platform that came out of the bay could be heard as it was pulling up. He flicked off the power on the datapad and grabbed his gear bag, which was now noticeably heavier than last year, and walked up to the loading ramp.
Only one Squadron was deployment ready, So rather than one-hundred-ninety-five commandos loading up, only sixty-nine were, including his personal team and their intelligence officers. The middle section of the vessel was modified into a barracks for their team, while the forward section held the crew and Stormtrooper compliment. The rear section was arranged for communications, operations command center and intelligence gathering; including several Viper Probe Droids.
As he walked into the craft, the ship's commander greeted him. "I'd ask for name and rank, to address you properly, but Special Intelligence already told me not to ask." He smiled and nodded to him. "You can call me Reaper. Codename, but it works. That's all you'll get out of any of us, I'm afraid, Commander," he said to him, which received a nod from the officer as the loading ramp closed behind them. Before the Commander departed, he spoke to Karath from the entryway to the turbolift that would take him up to the connecting arm. "We'll rendezvous with the Marathon in twenty hours."
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They were still gathering the final supplies from the Marathon, with the Suprosa docked within the main hangar bay, while he sat in the conference room. He was wearing the typical Commando dress uniform, all black, like the Stormtroopers. Unlike his previous uniforms, it was sanitized. No unit patch, no rank. His cap and gloves laid to the right of him, already being seated. All he did now was wait for Captain Heller.
While he was focusing on the Iron Fist intelligence, in the back of his minds, thoughts of Fajra kept coming back to him. One of the things he did remember from that night was her saying that she knew she was going to die at Alurion. She had just recently returned to her posting there, and he couldn't help but want to tap his contacts for information on what had happened thus far since she had returned. It was not possible however, until he returned from the mission. For the first time since becoming a Commando, was it finally registering the price his personal life would pay for his career. Despite that, he would want no one else but himself here.
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
Special Actions Group
Hero of the Empire
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| Tremaine_Fowlkes | Date: Wednesday, 23 Jan 2013, 3:39 PM | Message # 2 |
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| The Libs were losing by a lot, getting slaughtered at places like Haruun Kal, Jabiim, and Nar Shaddaa. What was different this time around was the fact the command staff stationed in the headquarters on Felucia had gotten an advance warning. Thy have had plenty of time prepping the evacuation up. The lone GR-75 medium transport had been hauling in necessary supplies and personnel for the past couple of hours.
Tremaine had given the order for all Libs survivors to meet at the undisclosed rendezvous point, not just on Felucia but for all that survive the onslaught on Jabiim, Haruun Kal, and Nar Shaddaa. He had deported Amneris with an operative to the Cronese Mandate right away, and that the operative would then proceed to the rendezvous point. Captain Amir's Alpha Squadron had pulled out of Kaer and gone directly to the rendezvous point, as well as Lieutenant Colonel Benjiar's men. The rebel leader had hoped that his comrades in Havoc, Baird, and Aiden were alright. They had been gone from the Libs for a little too long.
Tremaine would ensure Jalaila was getting ready to evacuate, as the rebel was packing his stuffs away into his light freighter. The three squadrons of Z-95s would circle the orbit of Felucia in an effort to protect and to alert should the Empire show up. "All set, Jalaila?" Tremaine asked the lady almost right away, as his facial expressions indicated he was ready the moment the evacuation signal was given.
Tremaine Fowlkes
Senator of Telos IV
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| Jalaila_Kelrune | Date: Wednesday, 23 Jan 2013, 3:52 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Jalaila had stashed her bag in the empty quarters on the ship and was sitting in the cockpit. There was no way that she wanted to try and fly out of there, but she had been learning before she went to Felucia, so she was at least firing the freighter up and running through a pre-flight check.
"Yeah, I'm ready. You program the coordinates once we get out of here. Otherwise, everything looks ok to go." She slid from the pilots seat to the co-pilots and settled herself. She was so different from the last time he had seen her, and she hadn't started to offer any sort of explanation for it.
"Got everything?" She was anxious to go, based on what she had overheard.
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