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Postby Brusia » Sun May 28, 2017 1:52 pm

Dr. Edwin von Braun
Ark Leusinia


Edwin listened carefully to the details laid out during the briefing, and was glad to hear that the Asari had thought to bring a frigate with them; if he'd been on the Hyperion all they'd have had in an emergency like this was a few shuttles and fighters. He certainly hoped that they hadn't run into any such trouble. When the briefing concluded, Edwin followed his team to the Periophona's hanger deck and gazed out the viewport to get a good look at his new galaxy. Unfortunately, that view was shrouded by that strange Dark Energy Cloud. "That's certainly no protomatter nebula..." the doctor thought to himself. What was even worse, when he finally got sight of the planet, it looked to be covered in snow and ice; which unfortunately implied it was likely cold, and there were few things the good doctor hated more than the cold. After Ceiah pointed out that it looked too frozen to be their world Edwin nodded in agreement, and after Sarissa finished her reply, he asked: "Do you think something might've gone wrong with the Ark's navigational computer, and we ended up in the wrong system? Because I certainly don't remember reading anything about Dark Energy clouds or..." he shuddered abit while saying "snow in the brochure."

When the unknown starship suddenly came into view, and the call went out to prepare for First Contact Protocol, the son of a First Contact War veteran immediately starting preparing for the worst, putting on his armored helmet and checking over his weapons to double-check they were fully-loaded and fully-functional. Unfortunately, his worries proved to be justified as the unknown vessel opened fire on them. When they were ordered to launch a boarding action against the now enemy ship, Martius climbed aboard the dropship without a word. He remained quiet on the journey over, focusing on the mission and trying to recall every detail he could of the boarding action training he'd received while on the Yorktown and during his Pathfinder team training. He was brought back to reality when Ceiah asked if he was ready for this. He smiled abit before realizing she wouldn't be able to see that through his helmet, and replied:

"Don't worry about me. The Geth weren't exactly pushovers either and I managed to make it through that war; and in those days I didn't even have a team of badass Commandos with AI implants around to fight alongside me!"

As the dropship neared its destination, Edwin grabbed the X5 Ghost off his back and steeled himself for the coming fight. While he would've preferred to use his sniper rifle, the close quarters fighting inherent in boarding actions rendered it less effective in such fights than an assault rifle. At least he'd get the chance to see how the X5 performed in actual combat; as far as he knew this would be the first time one was used in an actual fight, which in retrospect wasn't really the most comforting thought either. At least he had his Scorpion to fall back on, worst case scenario; as his old former STG friend who'd helped him acquire the weapon had put it: "I've learned there are very few problems which cannot be solved by the proper application of sticky grenades." Hopefully that would prove to be as true in Andromeda as it was in the Milky Way...

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Postby Athrax » Sun May 28, 2017 2:15 pm

Shadowwell wrote:Dib'hur, Jedi Knight and Weapons Master was standing in a conference room of sorts, waiting for his Padawan. The Noghri stood scarcely taller than the chairs situated around the Table. He turned as his much taller apprentice entered the room, he gestured silently for Kiron to sit as he did the same. as he sat down he did not fully cover the chair he sat in, making it a somewhat comical sight."I am worried about this, journey we are on. Since we left the Republic, whenever i attempt Meditation, i have been feeling unsettled. I do not exactly know what this mean, as the force works in mysterious ways, even more so for those that harness it. We need to be careful keep an eye out for anything strange or concerning."

The Noghri paused for a moment before he continued speaking. "I have felt the Dark side of the Force, though such a thing is not strange, even the Masters have been sensing it. i have a feeling that our mission here may not go smoothly for us. I only hope that we and our other brethren with the Fleet will be enough. Hopefully the Clones you have been training will be of some use. Do you have any concerns my Padawan?"


"I do, Master," Kiron replied. "We knew that the Dark Side has been growing stronger in our home galaxy for some time now, even on Coruscant. This had only deepened with the Clone Wars raging. I had hoped that we would sense a lessoning in the powers of the Dark Side as we left and got far away from the death and conflict, but that doesn't really seem to be the case. The Dark Side still seems pervasive in this new place. I have to wonder if the Dark Side is just as powerful here because of powerful corrupting forces that we will have to face, or even if the Dark Side has somehow followed us here. Either way I have to agree that we seem to face a great uphill battle in our struggle to get established here."

"I know Admiral Deos wants us working fairly closely with the colonists, continuing our role as part of the military command, but I have to wonder, with us having left the Confederacy and the Clone Wars far behind, if it wouldn't be better for the new Order to exist in a more independant peacekeeping role like he did before the War, rather than continue on as generals and commanders. We don't know what kind of challanges we will face in this new galaxy, but wouldn't it be better for us to be more flexible in being able to respond to the Dark Side in whatever form it takes now?"

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Postby Shadowwell » Sun May 28, 2017 2:46 pm

Athrax wrote:
Shadowwell wrote:Dib'hur, Jedi Knight and Weapons Master was standing in a conference room of sorts, waiting for his Padawan. The Noghri stood scarcely taller than the chairs situated around the Table. He turned as his much taller apprentice entered the room, he gestured silently for Kiron to sit as he did the same. as he sat down he did not fully cover the chair he sat in, making it a somewhat comical sight."I am worried about this, journey we are on. Since we left the Republic, whenever i attempt Meditation, i have been feeling unsettled. I do not exactly know what this mean, as the force works in mysterious ways, even more so for those that harness it. We need to be careful keep an eye out for anything strange or concerning."

The Noghri paused for a moment before he continued speaking. "I have felt the Dark side of the Force, though such a thing is not strange, even the Masters have been sensing it. i have a feeling that our mission here may not go smoothly for us. I only hope that we and our other brethren with the Fleet will be enough. Hopefully the Clones you have been training will be of some use. Do you have any concerns my Padawan?"


"I do, Master," Kiron replied. "We knew that the Dark Side has been growing stronger in our home galaxy for some time now, even on Coruscant. This had only deepened with the Clone Wars raging. I had hoped that we would sense a lessoning in the powers of the Dark Side as we left and got far away from the death and conflict, but that doesn't really seem to be the case. The Dark Side still seems pervasive in this new place. I have to wonder if the Dark Side is just as powerful here because of powerful corrupting forces that we will have to face, or even if the Dark Side has somehow followed us here. Either way I have to agree that we seem to face a great uphill battle in our struggle to get established here."

"I know Admiral Deos wants us working fairly closely with the colonists, continuing our role as part of the military command, but I have to wonder, with us having left the Confederacy and the Clone Wars far behind, if it wouldn't be better for the new Order to exist in a more independant peacekeeping role like he did before the War, rather than continue on as generals and commanders. We don't know what kind of challanges we will face in this new galaxy, but wouldn't it be better for us to be more flexible in being able to respond to the Dark Side in whatever form it takes now?"


Dibhur gave a heavy sigh as he responded. "What you say is true, my Padawan, however we must have patience. There are too few of us headed to this new galaxy. Establishing a new Order here will take time, and we must also be sure to include the other Jedi sent with us, regardless of how they are. The Impartiality of the Jedi in the past was a good thing, but it also raised much animosity against the order, Kiron. We must be careful of such things, here where we have so few allies as of yet. There are thousands of us back in the Republic, here there is only a small fraction of that many."

He gave another sigh before he continued speaking to his Echani apprentice. "I hope that the Clones you have been training will be ready for any trials that lay ahead of us. Being so far away from reinforcements we must take care when dealing with any denizens of the Dark Side of the Force. We must also be careful to not fall ourselves, this is always a risk, and we must be especially careful. When we have time, we must contact others of our Order with the fleet to discuss things. Did you need anything of me Kiron before we part to finalize our preparations for our arrival?"
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Postby Athrax » Sun May 28, 2017 3:25 pm

Shadowwell wrote:
Athrax wrote:
"I do, Master," Kiron replied. "We knew that the Dark Side has been growing stronger in our home galaxy for some time now, even on Coruscant. This had only deepened with the Clone Wars raging. I had hoped that we would sense a lessoning in the powers of the Dark Side as we left and got far away from the death and conflict, but that doesn't really seem to be the case. The Dark Side still seems pervasive in this new place. I have to wonder if the Dark Side is just as powerful here because of powerful corrupting forces that we will have to face, or even if the Dark Side has somehow followed us here. Either way I have to agree that we seem to face a great uphill battle in our struggle to get established here."

"I know Admiral Deos wants us working fairly closely with the colonists, continuing our role as part of the military command, but I have to wonder, with us having left the Confederacy and the Clone Wars far behind, if it wouldn't be better for the new Order to exist in a more independant peacekeeping role like he did before the War, rather than continue on as generals and commanders. We don't know what kind of challanges we will face in this new galaxy, but wouldn't it be better for us to be more flexible in being able to respond to the Dark Side in whatever form it takes now?"


Dibhur gave a heavy sigh as he responded. "What you say is true, my Padawan, however we must have patience. There are too few of us headed to this new galaxy. Establishing a new Order here will take time, and we must also be sure to include the other Jedi sent with us, regardless of how they are. The Impartiality of the Jedi in the past was a good thing, but it also raised much animosity against the order, Kiron. We must be careful of such things, here where we have so few allies as of yet. There are thousands of us back in the Republic, here there is only a small fraction of that many."

He gave another sigh before he continued speaking to his Echani apprentice. "I hope that the Clones you have been training will be ready for any trials that lay ahead of us. Being so far away from reinforcements we must take care when dealing with any denizens of the Dark Side of the Force. We must also be careful to not fall ourselves, this is always a risk, and we must be especially careful. When we have time, we must contact others of our Order with the fleet to discuss things. Did you need anything of me Kiron before we part to finalize our preparations for our arrival?"


Kiron knew what his master said was true, and he didn't want to create a schism within the Order before it had even been founded, but he couldn't help but have deep misgivings in the future of the Jedi in this new galaxy. Still, he would have to trust in the wisdom of the masters, and Master Dibhur's agreement did hearten him somewhat. Either way, this was certainly a long-term concern, and they had more immediate issues to deal with.

Aloud, he responded "No master, there is nothing else I need before our arrival. I was going to head down to the main hanger bay to ensure that all is well down there unless you have some other purpose for me."

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Postby TriStates » Sun May 28, 2017 6:38 pm

Vanquaria wrote:USNC Endeavour, New Horizon Expedition
Spartan Leiden Sussex

Valkiir wrote:"Jaeger-225

New Rob Halfordia wrote:Kodiak-142

Turmenista wrote:Spartan Harrison Thatcher

The Knockout Gun Gals wrote:UNSC Endeavor, New Frontier Expedition
Andromeda, Location Unknown
Autumn - G017


Ahlila de Ruyter, LTC. UNSC
GO FOR BROKE, Govorkkan System, orbiting Kadara



"At ease.... Spartans."

The emphasis and pause in her sentence, as she waved away their salutes, was noticeable. Could have been personal. While not well known, the LTC had little love for the "living weapons platforms" known as the Spartans. Could have also been from distraction, as Ahlila was slowly drowning in work. Right now that included taking care of everything -- living, breathing and otherwise. Without a working bridge, she had established a system of runners and a short-range comms network out of a temporary C.I.C. Hosted out of the Marine barracks, mid-ship. From there, messages, files, orders, reports and requests were all sent to her, then afterwards to wherever else they needed to go. This meant a flurry of runners and junior aids swarming about, coming and going on errands that God only knew went where.

Having cleared away another massive pile of supply requisitions, shooing away the attentions of an overzealous medic -- she can change her own IV drip thanks -- the wounded de Rutyer leveled her full attention to the living war projects standing before her. Forced to sit below them by her fractured leg, she began her briefing, shouting above the sound of technician reports and cries from wounded.

"Here's a quick run-down on current events: We're no longer in the Milky Way! During a skirmish action with multiple factions of Covenant Remnant at Plutarch Station. From your briefs, most of your should know that it was a facility experimenting in FTL and Slip-space travel. Captain Hansa of the Go For Broke died in the line of duty. So did most of the command staff. According to the Rule and Regulations of the UNSC, I as the senior commissioned officer, have retained command of all UNSC operations, ships and forces for the duration... Anyhow, the incident occurred during the fighting that brought us... here!"

Stabbing out her finger at one of a the few operating consoles. Astronomic coordinates, estimated distances of flight, geological planet make-up; all of it was on there, painstakingly collected and ready to be downloaded. The name of the world was Kadara, in the Govorkkan solar system:

"The name of the game is recon! Thatcher, I need you to form a squad, and land on this rock with the intent of finding us some worthy ground to settle on. The planet seems to be sparsely inhabited, with only one major civilization center, code named Tango-Urilla. Probe footage and my gut says space dock. Whose there exactly, thats for your to find out. Now lets talk tactical: Insertion to the planets surface via Pelican will have you 5 clicks South-Southwest of your destination. After you secure a beach head, you will proceed to Tango-Urilla and get the lay of the land. The 343rd Marine Battalion will act as your reserve, and will secure territory to your rear: Spartans move in, Marines mop up!."

Shifting in her chair, stretching out her splinted leg, she took out a digital tac-pad and tossed it to Kodiak.

"I've a special assignment for you. Our radio array has been tampered with; while inactive, the passive defenses of the ships AI has picked up additional slip-space ruptures nearby. Covenant Remnant, UNSC; hostiles or friendlies... No further information is available, and we're too far out for a probe. So I'm sending out a broadsword squadron to investigate, and your going with them."

Going over them once again with calculating stare, she swung her unhurt leg, turning her back on the gathered Spartans. She was already back among the paperwork as she finished over her shoulder.

"Dismissed Spartans. Check out your weapons and vehicles from the Quartermaster Mid-ship before you leave. Make sure your requisition is up to snuff. QM's have orders to deny any reqs they deem unreliable and report them to me; so stow all bullshit, and just take what you need for the job."



o O o


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Dooku's Chosen


A squad of Security B1-Battle droid made its presence known in the surrounding environment, annoyingly clanking to a halt a few meters away from Aika.

"Ummm. Excuse me.. The Commodore would like to see you at the bridge. We're to escort you there, uhh... immediately."



Athrax wrote:Aboard Exploration Group Thracian's flagship
Kiron Zevva

Brusia wrote:Martius Shan
Endeavour

Shadowwell wrote:Dib'hur, Jedi Knight and Weapons Master


A modulated chim rang out throughout the vast Venator-Star Destroyer. A soft, melodious note that echoed out once. Twice. Three times. A voice cleared its throat, before speaking in a pleasant conversational tone. Had you served any length of time on the Endeavor, you would know the peculiar way Salman Deos had of addressing those serving her. In a word... she was an odd soldier. Commanding not with a shout, but with the gracious praise of an HR representative. Displaying a quiet kind of intellectual authority that seeked to sooth, rather than submit. Perhaps it was this -- her past as a military scientist and a corporate executive -- that had made her institute an unofficial daily update by what she determined was 'morning' -- as a way to keep a closer tie to the crew. It was something that grew on you.

"Glad tidings to you this day, comrades aboard the Endeavor! This is Admiral Deos reminding you to rejoice: this is our 3rd Day of having entered the region of Unknown Space! Thank you for your continued hard work on this enterprise, the farthest voyage that any species has ever taken, in recorded history. For today as you go about your duties, remember the disciplines most needed in a explorer: spirit, dependability, and cheerfulness!..."

A slight shuffling of hands could be heard. An electronic beep. The first stirrings of the "Opinions of TK-43", a popular Republic war ballad with clones, showered the crew and passengers of the warship with up-beat, orchestral music. Just before the the first spoken verses, the Admiral could still be heard. "If I could have all our Jedi Generals and Commanders, please meet me in my ready-room. We have much to discuss!"

...I'm TK Forty-Three, sir! Squad Ballinahee, sir!
On an illigant ship, I come across from the void,
Lama Su has done sent me, my passage he lent me
If only for that, sir. To shoot me a droid.

He talked of our cause; its freedom and glory,
"Blast me!" says I "now, thats the fight I would see!"
So to end a long story, I've come now before ye
To give the Opinions, of TK Forty-Three...

I'm sure none are bolder, clones shoulder-to-shoulder
We've trained all our lives, for the soldiering trade!
With clankers for fighting, we march out delighting
And swell up the ranks of each and every brigade!

With the Republic defying, the Confederate lion,
We brothers-in-arms, forever shall be!
I'll have no Secession, if thats your intention,
Now thats the Opinions, of TK-Forty Three..
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Postby Nuxipal » Sun May 28, 2017 8:47 pm

Decimator Warship, Near Habitat 6

"GO GO GO!" yelled out Sarissa as the pathfinder team, mostly former Commandos, rushed onto the enemy ship. They had breached its hangar bay and were fighting their way towards the bridge. "Sarissa, what is the objective?" asked Ceiah as she fired her SMG into one of the aliens and finished it with a Biotic Lance. "Not quite sure, but any information about that energy cloud would be great. Navigational data would be good too." Shaking off a hit Ceiah looks around the room, Dr. Braun was still near her. "Edwin, we need to move up. I'll create a distraction so we can get to the terminal up there. Maybe SAM can make some kind of sense of their language to point us in the right direction."

She fires a clip of her SMG around the corner towards where the aliens were firing from. Probably just keeping their heads down, not harming them. Not even waiting for his response she puts in a new clip and a biotic field appears in her hand. She tosses it playfully in her hand and smirks. "Ready. GO!" She turns the corner and throws the sphere to land right above where the enemy is taking cover. It bursts open and a Biotic Singularity pulls the enemies off their feet and towards the center. She unloads another SMG clip and loads in another, this one with incendiary ammo. She runs towards the terminal to give the doctor cover and continue firing on the aliens she was targeting. She finishes her distraction by sending a Biotic Lance right into one of the primed and floating aliens creating a biotic explosion. She crouches down behind cover and switches from her SMG to her Sniper Rifle as a large group of Aliens enter the room from a door on the far end of the Hangar. "Sarissa, more contacts. Dr. Braun and I are going to try and get us some information. See if we can't find anything of use on this ship before they overrun us."
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Postby The Republic of Atria » Sun May 28, 2017 8:52 pm

Jack Ramirez, Habitat 7

"Why didn't you remind me that I was a Biotic?" Jack asked his AI, as he rushed towards the crashed shuttle, but kept a bright purple biotic barrier around him that was easily protecting him from the repeated lightning strikes. "Seriously, that would have saved my... Probably not much. At least a good 10 seconds maybe." He said and as he came up tot he shuttle, spotted two aliens, with shit green armor, white bony skin, and strange looking energy weapons. Jack ducked behind a rock and looked around. "They set up lightning rods." He whispered. "That's ingenious. But they're not wearing any breathing gear. Maybe they're natives?" He quietly wondered. "If that's the case maybe they could help us." As he was whispering to his AI, he watched as the two approached the pilot, who was obviously injured from the crash, and then kick him. "Well fuck." Jack muttered and flared his biotics up, lifting the two aliens into the air, away from the pilot. "Jesus Christ you assholes. Since when do you kick someone who just survived a crash?! I mean technically I'm the alien here, but still!" He shouted to the two as they helplessly floated.

"Jack?" The pilot groaned. "Thanks. I don't know why those guys were kicking me. I'm pretty banged up."

"I got some Medi-gel." He said flicking on his Omni-tool and giving the pilot a dose. "Should hold you over until we can get back to the arc..." Jack started and looked over the cliff to see a strange facility with what could only be described as an energy vortex shooting into the sky, arcing wit the same lightning that was striking the ground. "Holy shit... That's probably what's causing all this. And there's a bunch of those other alien jackasses..." Speaking of which. He gently put the aliens he had floating down on the ground. "Now, are you going to continue being assholes, or can we be friendly?"

Jack's question was answered by the two grabbing their guns and preparing to shoot him, but Jack was quicker on the draw and gunned both of them down. "Assholes. Alright." He said and gave one of his Hurricanes to the pilot. "I'm gonna go unfuck this situation. I don't know if any more of those alien jackoffs are coming back, but this is a personal mod of the gun. Vintage heat sink. Just don't fire for a second or two and you've got infinite ammo! I don't know why the fuck we switched to Thermal clips. Might as well go back to swapping mags. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"I got it. Thanks." The pilot said as he staggered to his feet. "Still sore as hell, but I'll live. I'll see if I can't radio the Hyperion once you've stopped this lightning. Good luck."

"Roger. Be back in a few minutes." Jack nodded, taking off towards the facility. "I maintain that this planet is bullshit. I also hope I didn't accidentally start a war. Maaaaaannnn this is just as bad as first contact with the freaking Turians."

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Postby Brusia » Sun May 28, 2017 11:01 pm

Martius Shan and Commander Maverick
Endeavor


Before the Bridge officer could even respond to the Jedi, Admiral Deos' announcement came on over the comms. When she requested the Jedi Generals and Commanders meet with her in her ready-room, the officer simply motioned for Martius to move forward, and he walked the short distance from the Bridge entrance to the ready-room in question. Commander Maverick on the other hand had just gotten to his Quarters, and was preparing to get some sleep when he heard the order to report to the Admiral. With a heavy sigh, he left his room and bed behind and made his way to the Bridge. Once they were both in the ready-room, Martius and Maverick waited next to each other for either orders from the Admiral, or for the rest of the Jedi Generals and Commanders to arrive so Admiral Deos could begin the meeting.

Dr. Edwin von Braun
Decimator Warship


As Sarissa gave the order to go, Edwin followed the Commandos out of the dropship and into the unknown enemy vessel; laying down suppressive fire for the advancing Asari with his X5. As Ceiah stopped for a moment to inquire about their objective, Edwin did the best he could to cover her, but she still took a hit to her barrier. When she informed him she was going to create a distraction so that they could advance to a nearby terminal, he replied "Understood!" and when she gave the order to go, he dashed forward, firing along the way. After seeing the Biotic Singularity, he fired a concussive shot to create a second biotic explosion shortly after Ceiah triggered the first one. When he neared the terminal he got into cover, and began scanning it while Ceiah informed Sarissa of their status. As his omni-tool started collecting the data, he contacted SAM via his implant and asked: "SAM, can you make anything of their language?"

"I am beginning decryption protocols now, but it appears to be an unusually complicated syntax. This may take a few minutes."

"We don't have a few minutes! Try running a recursive search!"

'Very well, but I'll still need a moment to evaluate the pattern."

Edwin swapped his X5 out for his Black Widow, and quickly took out two of the advancing aliens with two consecutive headshots, then contacted Ceiah via comms, saying: "Sounds like it'll still be awhile until SAM gets that language deciphered. So what's the plan?"
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Postby Athrax » Sun May 28, 2017 11:34 pm

Kiron Zevva
Aboard the Endeavor

Kiron sighed as Admiral Deos's messaged ended. He had just left the conning tower that the bridge was on, and how he'd have to hurry all the way back to make the meeting. As the music played on, Kiron spun on his heel and walked briskly back the way he had come. He didn't know the Admiral all that well, but he had to wonder how she had gotten the command. She was hardly the traditional military type, commanding in a far more maternal way than he was used to seeing. He doubted the Admiral would be the type to make charismatic inspiring speeches, but maybe optimistic cheerleading was a viable command method after all. Was it really so different from his own one-of-the-boys fight mastering he had been doing?

These thoughts followed Kiron to the bridge, where he quickly crossed to the door the the Admiral's ready room, where he found Master Shan and a clone commander waiting. Kiron knew the older Jedi by reputation, how he had eliminated a Separatist force at great expense of civilian life. Kiron wasn't sure what he would have done in Shan's place, but he knew that a great number of Jedi had questioned the action, and he could certainly see why. Knowing how many innocents had died, Kiron was hard-pressed to see the Jedi Master as an admirable figure, the way he usually viewed beings of his rank. Still, he did hold the rank, so Kiron was bound by custom and respect to pay homage. Bowing before the Jedi and the commander, he greeted them both in turn.

"Master Shan, Commander. Padawan Kiron Zevva, Master Dib'hur's apprentice," he introduced himself politely.
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Postby Vanquaria » Mon May 29, 2017 4:45 am

USNC Endeavour, New Horizon Expedition

With a weary cough Spartan Leiden Sussex collapsed against the bloodstained wall. His trigger finger felt numb. He had lain here for quite a while now, at the moment he did not have a sense of the time.

Fuck em all he thought as he surveyed the alien bodies around him. The Spartan was aware of the fact that many of his comrades had fallen, fallen against the horde of alien scum that assailed them. ‘’They fought bravely, rest their souls,’’ he muttered as medical personnel began attending to the dozens of injured and dead marines behind him.

The battle had been ferocious. It became apparent to Leiden that intelligence had greatly underestimated the capabilities of the Remnant Covenant when the capital fleet emerged. Who could have predicted that they still possessed such considerable power projection, not to mention the behemoth warships they fielded in the battle against the New Horizon Expedition. To Sussex, this deadly attack proved to him that there were still rogue elements capable of stealing directly from ONI’s highly classified projects and sourcing them to the enemy. He grit his teeth, anger rushed through him.

“Sir, are you okay?”

Sussex glanced upwards at the medic. “I am fine marine, I’d like an update on our current situation, more specifically I would love to know why the fuck are people looking like they have seen Satan himself?”

“Sir…our fleet has materialised in the Andromeda Galaxy outside the Milky Way. It seems to have something to do with the Plutarch Station.”

Staring at the marine for a long moment the Spartan took of his helmet, revealing his unkempt face. Processing what was said to him he simply replied, “FUBA.”





Leiden had analysed his current predicament. With no way to contact his ONI handler he resolved to maintain his original directives of the protection of the assets within the New Horizon Expedition.

Headed to the bridge he strode with a grim face. This is what the alien was capable of. The war was supposed to be over but they would never give up, the only solution, in his eyes, was the absolute annihilation of their species. Such an opinion was one he kept to himself but across the worlds under the governance of the UEG that sentiment was echoed by many. The Covenant was responsible for the countless atrocities. Glassing of colonies to name one of their immoralities, they were the epitome of true evil in the Spartan’s eyes. He hated aliens, no such thing as peace with a species that will never understand you.

Soon Spartan Sussex had made it onto the bridge of USNC Endeavour. Along the way he had ditched his firearms, he would rearm later. There were already other Spartans present, including Commander Thatcher and the fleet's Lieutenant Commander who looked like shit if Sussex had to be honest. He stood at the back at of his brothers and sisters, taking off his helmet he chose to watch as the scene before him unfolded.
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Dib'hur, Jedi Weapons Master

After he and his Padawan had parted Dib'hur had made his way by his quarters. He was checking over his weapons when the call and announcement went over the comms system. Before leaving to go to the meeting, Dib'hur grabbed one of hsi Saberstaffs, a VibroBlade and his curved hilt lightsaber. It was good to be prepared, especially in these trying times, regardless of whether he is meeting allies or not. Hopefully his Padawan would take the same precautions before heading to the meeting. He then swiftly left his quarters, his robes swishing behind him. Soon enough he reached the Bridge, arriving just after his Padawan. He nodded greetings at the Admiral and the others in the room before taking a position near Kiron.
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Aika frowned as the clanking of Battle Droids became apparent behind her. "Alright, I'm coming. What does he need, anyway?" She turned around to face the droids. They always looked like skeletons to her; thin, pale, and not exactly alive. While she waited for an answer, she followed the droids.

Hey, at least it's something to do. Hopefully it isn't as idiotic as just staring aimlessly out of a window.

She paused for a moment. She could sense Ziam nearby, but he could very well be in a whole other ship. Aika could never be sure, so she sent out a message directed towards him.

I'm headed to the bridge if you're on this ship. If not... I'm fine.
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Postby TriStates » Mon May 29, 2017 9:39 am

Brusia wrote:Martius Shan and Commander Maverick
Endeavor

Athrax wrote:Kiron Zevva
Aboard the Endeavor

Shadowwell wrote:Dib'hur, Jedi Weapons Master



Admiral Salman Deos, Galactic Republic
Star Destoryer Endeavour, Noel Solar System,Veold


The Republic leadership gathered around the ready-rooms elongated table on the Endeavor. More Clone officers fell in from corridors, followed by mobile holo-displays in a steady stream. The latter, flickering brightly to life, showing holograms of bridge officers and clone captains currently aboard the other ships of Group Thracian. The sound of soldiers easing into chairs, soft mummers and booted feet gave way to silence, quickly interrupted with a door chime. The entry of the Admiral's Cabin opened -- a glimpse of alabaster skin, grey uniform and colored rank chips revealing Salman Deos.

"Aaah-ten-shun!" The cry was carried by four Clone Troopers, smartly saluting in their grey-green armor of the Security Guard. Elite bodyguards, whose sole mission was the protection of their creators. As a Kaminoan, a full platoon had been brought aboard, before the female Admiral's final departure. "Admiral on deck!"

"At-ease, if you please." Seeming to float as she moved, her lengthy neck was hunched up slightly in confines of the ships overhead. But from the brilliant smile on her face, you wouldn't see a single sign of discomfort. "I thank you all for coming here today." Her large, soulful eyes seemed to dance with an inner energy as they met each of the others as she went about greeting them as individuals, clones or otherwise, with a fast but gentle handshake. A barely noticeable pause stretched between Martaus Shan and Salman. Only a force sensitive, or a very perceptive person, could have sensed the brief ripples of change in additude. But the smile was back, and beaming at the Jedi in less than a second, as she gave an extra generous pump of the arm to him. No lack of courtesy was shown to the holograms either, as she turned and spared them a polite bow. Thankfully, no where close to the table; her neck was so long, she might have cracked her head on it! As the briefing began, the lights of the room dimmed.

"To begin, I would like to apologize, for any interruption I posed upon your personal schedules. The rigors of the day always call us to rest; so I will do my best in keeping this briefing short... Since our arrival in the Helius Cluster, of the Andromeda galaxy, our closest place of berth lies in the Nol star system. The planet, of Voeld.. yes.."

An additional holograph chart sprung to life, dousing the entire room in a ghostly electric blue. It gave more detail to all the things the Admiral spoke of. Custom dictated, at the end of the briefing, for each member to take a temporary sample of the digital report to study at their pleasure. Say what you will of the officers command eccentricity and her relationship with subordinates, not a single digit was less than perfect on her debriefings. She even took the time to write additional info: her own small-unit operation suggestions, texts of classic tactics for the specific planet setting, even a fragging FAQ page!

"The world is a complete arctic biome. Topography is hilly and mountains, with large snow covered plateaus leveling the heights, and large rivers of solid water in-between. Extreme cold-weather gear and attire will be required for any successful missions the Expedition launches. I recommend vehicles with light weight and solid traction, as well as extra blaster cartridges, in case the ones loaded freeze. Of course, the mission itself is a simple one. Land and secure a stable sight for the docking of one of our Acclamator assault ships. Followed by a detailed and advanced recon of the planet surface."

Glancing around briefly, Admiral Deos banished the hologram, returning the lighting level to normal. "This mission will occur in multiple locations throughout the planet. Endeavor will spearhead the initial main effort, led by our Jedi comrades and two squads of Troopers, under Commander Maverick... I believe this concludes our first meeting. It was wonderful to see you all again! If you have any questions or recommendations for equipment, please see the Quartermaster Mid-ship. He will get you outfitted as well, prior to your mission. If you have anything for me, those who have served with me know my open-door policy. Please come by to discuss any matter, anytime... Thank you again, you are dismissed."

As one, they all sketched a salute to her, one she returned, as the meeting broke up. As the holograms began winking out, Salman nonchalantly passed by Matarus. One of her large hands carefully placed itself on the shoulder of the man. "Master Jedi, I have need of discussion with you. Would you be so kind as to follow me to my quarters?"
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Postby Brusia » Mon May 29, 2017 11:42 am

Martius Shan and Commander Maverick
Endeavor


As the young Padawan walked into the room, Martius could sense his uneasiness as they met eyes; few Padawans had the skill at that point in their training to conceal emotions from a Jedi Master. It was far from unexpected, the only Jedi who didn't approach him with either some measure of fear or loathing were other Jedi Generals who'd found themselves deep in the thick of things during the war, and it was just another reason he tried to avoid the other Jedi on the ship. Still, the Padawan was courteous enough to bow and introduce himself, and Martius gave a respectful bow of his head in return and replied "A pleasure to meet you Padawan Zivva."

The Padawan's Master entered shortly after, followed by the rest of the Endeavor's senior officers. When the Admiral walked in the room was called to attention, and after she shook the hands of everyone present, including Martius though after a brief pause, then began the briefing. Martius payed close attention to the details of the briefing, taking note of the planet's topography and identifying areas the landing party would be most likely to come under ambush. Based on the Admiral's vehicle recommendations, he was going to suggest the CK-6 Swoop Bike, as it's light weight, speed, and heated cockpit made it well suited for recon missions in arctic climates.

When the briefing concluded, Martius and Maverick both grabbed copies of Deos' digital report, and were about to leave the ready-room when the Admiral stopped Martius and asked to speak with him. Maverick stopped and turned towards Martius as she did, and after asking the clone to request the CK-6's for him, Martius followed the Admiral to her quarters. Maverick meanwhile set about making preparations for the mission, choosing which two squads he wanted to bring along, and filling out the necessary requisition forms to get a transport, cold weather gear, the CK-6 swoop bikes, and extra blaster cartridges for all of the men.

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Postby Lycanth » Mon May 29, 2017 12:06 pm

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"Sir! Sir!" Kaiya woke with a start to the sound of her B1 shaking her awake.

"W-what?! What is it Bolts? Hutt on a Bantha, I was asleep!" She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and yawned. Bolts pressed a few things on the console and pulled up a rough map of the Andromeda Galaxy. A little circle came up around their position and zoomed in to show the system.

"We've tracked the Republic ship here, sir." Bolts said, pointing to their position. Kaiya nodded, rubbing her head. "Well, good. Anything else, Bolts? Just keep following them. They'll probably attempt to colonize one of the planets here so we'll just go in when they do and hide out.

Bolts shook his head. "But we're not alone, sir. There's, uh, another ship. I, uh, traced another ship..." Kaiya looked at him, a crease forming on her face. "Go on..." Bolts looked nervous, at least as nervous as a B1 droid could. "It's a CIS fleet. A large one." Kaiya sighed and hit her head against the side of the ship, her lekku (headtails) laying flat against her back.

Well shit, I guess they did pick up the Republic's idea. This is gonna be one hell of a landing.
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Postby Turmenista » Mon May 29, 2017 5:30 pm

    UNSC Go for Broke, Orbiting Kadara
    Spartan Harrison Thatcher, Andromeda Galaxy
    May 27, ????

"Understood, ma'am," Thatcher began, promptly putting on his EOD helmet as he started for the door. The SPARTAN-IV motioned for the rest of the Spartans to follow as he did so. "Ladies and gentlemen - as of right now, you are now officially members of Fireteam Calypso, barring Kodiak. You follow my orders, and we'll all be done with this in an hour! But you heard the lady! LET'S GET A MOVE ON, SPARTANS! We don't have time for you all to sit around and look pretty on the ship on a recon job like this - lets get moving and get down planetside! Move it!"

The SPARTAN-IV Commander led the others through the corridors, breaking into a jog as the normally crowded hallways of the Punic-class supercarrier made way for the fully-armored giants. Thatcher led his team down into the hangar, where they were happily greeted by a company of Marines and two pelicans - one for the Spartans, and one for the Marines as reserve. Thatcher slowed down as he approached the Pelican, inspecting it - and the pilot - as the Spartans approached. The ship quartermaster, along with a large complement of weapons on the large table beside him, awaited the spartans with folded arms as Thatcher approached. "What do we have here, QM?" Thatcher asked.

"Big woman in charge's told me that you all need some guns before your trip, Spartans," The Quartermaster said. "Well, take your pick, but remember that I have orders to deny you any loadouts that I see... unreasonably illogical for the mission. This is everyone's armory, after all, not just yours, so make sure you take what you need."

Thatcher reached for the Spartan Laser, only to pause as the QM politely pulled the weapon away. "With all due respect, Spartan, that one's checked out for someone else.."

Thatcher balled his free fist as he instead took his DMR off of its magnetic hardpoint lock on the backside of his armor, swapping out the weapon for a BR85, otherwise known more simply as a Battle Rifle. Sighing, he stowed the weapon and took an M6G magnum from the table, staring down the QM as he loaded up his weapons. "Next time, I'm taking the Rocket Launcher."

    REQ FROM THATCHER:
    PRIMARY: BR85 BATTLE RIFLE
    SECONDARY: M6G MAGNUM
    EQUIPMENT: 4x FRAG GRENADES
    REQUESTED VEHICLE(S): x1 WARTHOG REGULAR VARIANT, x1 MONGOOSE (AUXILIARY)
    STATUS: ACCEPTED
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Postby Parcia » Mon May 29, 2017 5:34 pm

The Last Magic wrote:Aika
Dooku's Chosen


Aika frowned as the clanking of Battle Droids became apparent behind her. "Alright, I'm coming. What does he need, anyway?" She turned around to face the droids. They always looked like skeletons to her; thin, pale, and not exactly alive. While she waited for an answer, she followed the droids.

Hey, at least it's something to do. Hopefully it isn't as idiotic as just staring aimlessly out of a window.

She paused for a moment. She could sense Ziam nearby, but he could very well be in a whole other ship. Aika could never be sure, so she sent out a message directed towards him.

I'm headed to the bridge if you're on this ship. If not... I'm fine.


Alas, his young apprentice had let her guard slip. As the message was sent, a door opened, revealing the kitted Grey Jedi. "I am indeed on the ship, it seems we have been summoned to the command..." he sighed "Whills, I hate talking like this, look, Aika, the captain wants to see you on the bridge, i'm coming with you, because i'm your master. Don't ask me how I got on board, or how I have been hiding, as i will teach you in due time." He paused.

"Lets just go see what the bastard wants, the force in this area of space feels...off."
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Postby Valkiir » Mon May 29, 2017 7:22 pm

Jaeger listened to the instructions silently absorbing the info as it was given and scanning the displays briefly before turning his attention to Thatcher Jaeger moved deliberately he did not jog or even seem to hurry simply moved in a purposeful stride through the halls of the ship. His expression was impassive but a puff of smoke issued from his mouth in a larger puff than normal as Thatcher spoke then broke into a jog

He arrived last, moving in the same purposeful stride side stepping Marines and crewmen going about their duties. He glanced to the drop ships being readied and the marines taking in the entire bay . He looked over the Marines visually inspecting the composition of the unit, its load out and getting an impression of the degree of experience the unit had or lacked. H paused to check a young looking marines rifle and adjusted how he had hs gear arranged to keep the noise down and make it easier to get to the more important parts of his load out." You'll get the hang of it. Training is a lot different than combat. Watch how your squad leader sets up his kit.."

The QMs remarks drew a slight curl of the lip and puff of smoke as Jaeger surveyed the weapons selection and grabbed a shotgun, grenades and as much ammo for the shotgun as he could stow. In his hands, the weapon looked like a toy, or some kids air rifle which seemed to amuse the big man slightly. He did not seem at all happy with the lightweight ordinance on display.

"Keeping the big stuff for the next trip?" He asked as he picked up an M739 light machine gun handling it as if it were an assault rifle."This will do, next time see if you could get me something in my size."

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Postby Nuxipal » Tue May 30, 2017 9:05 am

Ceiah T'zeri, Decimator Warship

As the Doctor and SAM were working on a translation, Sarissa had an idea. "Ceiah, I'm going to take my team into the ship and find the navigational computer. Once SAM has a working translation I am going to steal that data. Once he has that translation, lead the rest of the team to the ship's engineering and do as much damage to the ship's engines as you can. Then get back on your shuttles and return to the Ark. I will meet you there and we will get the Ark to safety."

Ceiah responded, "Sounds good, Goddess go with you Sarissa." Sarissa and about half the commandos disappear through a door just before another wave of aliens arrive. "The plan is to disable this ship. Sarissa will be going for its navigational computer. Get us a map of this energy cloud and figure out where we are in the Cluster." She takes a shot at one of the aliens and notes that this one has a flash of its shields still active. "I think they are sending the better troops now. The one I just hit has a shield. I was kinda hoping they hadn't developed shields at all."

She takes another two shots and takes that one out. "What is the status on that translation SAM?"
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Postby Ism » Tue May 30, 2017 11:44 am

UCS Virtuous Endeavor, the Fleet of Righteous Pursuit
Operation Pursuit of Clarity
Andromeda, En Route to Unidentified System (Gavorkan System)

Special Operations Commander Kyayad

So far Kyayad was pleased. His troops had mobilized quickly, given the circumstances he was proud of their speed and collectedness. A few years ago, many of them would have been shaking at the though of being lost in space, much less approaching a potentially hostile situation in a corvette. They'd be arriving in system soon, which why Kyayad was on his way to the command center now, rather than with his troops, they'd need to discuss their plans for when they exited slipspace. He entered the lift, and within seconds was catapulted up to the bridge, the lift gently decelerating him until he almost glided out, greeted by at best a lukewarm reception as Shipmaster Pinpin looked away from the view screens to size up the commander.

"Shipmaster, I understand you wish to discuss something. Make it quick, we'll be arriving soon and I can't afford any distractions." Kyayad had not served with Pinpin before, but he knew his reputation, stern, dedicated, by-the-book. He had a good idea of why he'd been asked here. "Yes sir, we don't know what will be waiting for us in the system, and I have concerns over your plan." Kyayad moved closer to the shipmaster, scanning the view screens as he did so. As he suspected, Pinpin disliked his mission plan. Not surprising, all things consdered. "Frankly sir, I this plan is dangerous. It puts the Virtuous Endeavor at risk of detection. Protocol calls for a passive scan of the system, starting in the outer edge and slowly moving in. You-"

"I want to jump right to it, start scanning the habitable zone first and then work our way back. Yes, it means we can be found more easily but Shipmaster, I'm more concerned with gathering as much intelligence as possible as quickly as possible. We don't know where we are, and if we exit into a hostile system, the sooner we determine that, the sooner we can leave. However, I share your concerns, which why we are exiting towards the edge of system, rather than in the middle of it. We'll do a cursory scan and if there are no ships, we move in. If there are ships, we establish contact and, if necessary, engage or retreat as the situation demands it."

"That, will suffice, commander." Pinpin said, seemingly in an attempt to convince himself. But he was not done yet. "However, it would appear that the UNSC is responsible for this. We risk a great deal by alerting them to our presence."

"Kyayad stifled a laugh, it would have worsened the situation. "If the UNSC is responsible for what happened, they either meant to affect us or did not mean to. If they meant to, they are already aware of us, if they did not mean to affect us or did not cause it, then they will not be hostile. We will assume the first scenaro, to be safe, but I suspect that is not the case. We are following Shipmaster, that is my final decsion. Did you have any other concerns?"

Pinpin was silent for a moment, collecting his thoughts perhaps, but befroe he could respond, Luminal-C interrupted. "Shipmaster, you requested I inform you when we were about to enter the system. We are now 1/20 units away from entrance to normal space."

"Thank you Luminal." Pinpin locked eyes with Kyayad. "Well commander, let's see how this plan of yours works."

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Postby The Templar High Council » Tue May 30, 2017 12:55 pm

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Ark Natanus, Heleus Cluster, Andromeda

The Natanus cruised through space at a brisk pace, leaving behind the rubble of Habitat 5 for the relative safety of the Nexus. And Valea had barely calmed down since leaving the location of the disaster. "We don't know what that strange material is, or what it did to Habitat 5. All we do know is the planet isn't where it should be and there's a hunk of rubble in its place. This is the next best thing we could do..."

"All true statements, Pathfinder."
A voice sounded, privately in her head. The turian jumped for a moment before she remembered who it was. "Sorry SAM, it's been 600 years since I talked to myself and heard someone talk back."

"Do not worry Pathfinder, I'm sure you'll get readjusted to hearing me before your first mission in Andromeda." Valea sighed and shook her head. "I sure hope so, looks so far like this galaxy has it out for us." She stood, currently alone, in the pre-mission armory aboard the Natanus, home to enough weapons, thermal clips, and assorted supplies to fortify multiple planned settlements, the Nexus, and Valea's own crew of soldiers. The turian reached into a locker and pulled out her own Phaeston assault rifle from her days in the military; before she went off the record. It had served her well for over a decade, and 600 years later she still kept it clean and in serviceable condition in the new galaxy. Valea sat down on a bench and began cleaning her rifle, as the Natanus came into view of Nexus station and began docking procedures.
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Postby Brusia » Tue May 30, 2017 1:34 pm

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Decimator Warship


Edwin continued firing on the enemy soldiers while Sarissa gave Ceiah their orders. Though the doctor and the Asari were able to kill many of the unknown enemy soldiers advancing towards them, the wave of new enemy soldiers which entered the room just as Sarissa and half their team left meant that it was only a matter of time before their position was overrun. When Ceiah relayed their orders to Edwin he replied simply: "Copy that!" As if things weren't bad enough, their situation became even more untenable after Ceiah pointed out some of the new enemies were now shielded. "Could be worse" the doctor stated "At least they don't seem to be biotics."

A few moments after Ceiah asked about the status of the translation, SAM replied "Translation is now complete."

"Don't suppose there were any schematics of this ship in the data we downloaded, were there?"

"While there was no detailed information, there was a map with the ship's basic layout."

"Did it show the location of the ship's engineering section?"

"Affirmative."

Half-shocked at receiving good news for a change, the doctor replied "Well than, lead the way!"

"Very well. Please proceed through the door to your right, then turn left in the adjacent corridor."

As he was closer to the door in question, and as their enemies began closing in on their location, Edwin switched back to his X5 then stated: "Ceiah, you head for the door; I'll cover you!"

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Postby TriStates » Tue May 30, 2017 7:27 pm



Vanquaria wrote:USNC Endeavour, New Horizon Expedition
Spartan Leiden Sussex

Valkiir wrote:"Jaeger-225

Turmenista wrote:Spartan Harrison Thatcher

The Knockout Gun Gals wrote:UNSC Endeavor, New Frontier Expedition
Andromeda, Location Unknown
Autumn - G017





The Pelican was designated UH-5890. But her name would always be the "Rough Rider", as the carefully detailed pin up of a sexy Spartan that adorned both sides was quick to point out. It was a bird with some history on the Go For Broke; no one knew how long it had served, only that it had been transferred to the ship during its maiden voyage back in '42, and had never seen a change in pilot crews. Then, or ever, apparently. And for the Spartans now boarding, that history shone like a time capsule unburied. Large plasma scorches and pocket-marks sat purposely unmolested and unfixed across the length of the bird, creating a weird-looking camouflage of past destruction. A list of planet and operation names, bayonet carved by the look, into the lip of the drop door: CHARLEMANGE, TREBUCHET, KALEIDOSCOPE, Harvest, Reach; the list went on and on. Some artistic joker had tagged "Hows My Flying?" next to what looked suspiciously like a stick-man mural of ODST pissing on High Charity. All of it disappeared from sight as the door completed lowering, clanging hard against the ship deck.

"Welcome my lady and gentlemens, to the greatest ride you'll ever have with cloths on!"

The friendly drawl came from the cockpit, coming from the oddest looking flight jockey. Sloppy salt and peppered neck-length hair sat tangled beneath a faded olive-green baseball cap. The same pin-up decorated the tattered hat brim, with the addition of a speak bubble and black marker reading "Innies Get Out: REEEEE!". A pair of mischievous green-eyes drank in the sight of the Spartans. The slow, mellow smile that spread across the tanned face accented every crinkle and line, glowing in the dim fire of the lit cigarette clenched between his lips. From his reaction, you'd of thought he was welcoming old friends for a roadtrip. Not a squad of giant superhumans on a flight into the great unknown. Filing through the line of approaching Spartans, he gave each a genuine pat of affection on every shoulder he could reach.

"1st Leuitenant Lester Dougnaherzts. Everybody calls me Donuts. I'll be piloting ya'll today! Guy in shotgun there is 2nd Leuitenant Duncan Mac a' Bhàirling. We call him Duncan. DUNCAN!"

A snort, like someone waking up from a nap, shot through the cabin followed a deep, thick-accented questioning "Yo?"

"Say hello Duncan!"

" 'Hello Duncan'..." Light mumbles followed the sarcastic reply, followed by a hacking cough as the co-pilot lit his own cigarette and joined the smoking fray.

Shaking his head, still grinning, First Lt. "Donut's" told the Spartans as he stopped to touch the tip of his old hat "Make yourselves at home dudes! This'll be a quick one-way flight schedule though, so we'll have to skimp on the peanuts; only drinks will be served! Thanks again for flying with the Air R&R."

With their packs squared away by the Quarter Masters, the boarded Pelican was waved off from its berth in the supercarriers hangar. Exiting out into the cold void of space, the Go For Broke blinked away as it got smaller, and smaller. The ride was rough, but uneventful. Burning through upper atmo, the UNSC dropship felt like it fell more than flew towards their target, occasionally swinging side to side like a gut-flipping metronome. Passing through the thin clouds and orange-colored sky, the bird lurched into gut flipping U-Turn, entering a hover out 10 feet from the ground.

"Go, go, go!" the call came from Duncan, the Scottish Co-pilot, as he green-lite the drop door to open.

The loading ramp, the names etched on now still glowing red-hot from re-entry, fell open. Letting the Spartans depart to the dusty ground below. Both the Warthog and the Mongoose were loosed, falling to the same ground in a cloud of kicked up red dirt and grime. The "Rough Rider" would idle just long enough for every Spartan to exit, then proceed to blast-off back out into the wild, orange aether.


Ism wrote:UCS Virtuous Endeavor, the Fleet of Righteous Pursuit
Operation Pursuit of Clarity
Andromeda, En Route to Unidentified System (Gavorkan System)
Special Operations Commander Kyayad



Lt. Colonel de Ruyter, UNSC
Supercarrier Go For Broke, Govorkkan System, Kadara

Lt. Colonel de Ruyter was at first surprised by a sudden slip-space alert. Then troubled, when it was apparent none of her ships had opened the distortion. Now, she was on high-alert, as the on-board sensors--finally fixed!--confirmed the distortion led to, not away, from the star system the Go For Broke now occupied. And there wasn't a UNSC IFF transponder in sight on any of the still transiting vessels. "Rush three broadsword squadrons to that locale and alert the fleet! All battle worthy ships are to form a ringed firing line in the direction of that slip-space opening, with the colony ships and the Go For Broke in the pocket. Tell all command staff to assume the worst; get the 343rd ready for boarding action. And all this done yesterday!"

Her shouts elicited a plethora of "Yes, ma'am's", making the already busy bridge a hub of non-stop radio traffic. What alarms, bells and whistles still worked on the Supercarrier were going off in grand style. Amid the controlled chaos she had just unleashed, Ahlila attempted to raise the two separate Spartan teams, to appraise them of the situation. Power was currently at its lowest for the outbound comms, the broadband almost choked to death by the higher priority messages being sent to the rest of the fleet. What got through to the Spartans was one-way, highly-encrypted and highly-garbled, only every other group of words understandable.

"This is Colonel de Ruyter to outbound Spartan teams! A unsanctioned slip-stream has connected with this star system. Unknown forces are inbounded. NoUNSC signatures are among them. We are preparing for the defense of the fleet, and will be unable to assist you in your continued ground ops. Secure your object asap, grab anything useful and get space-side double quick! Ruyter out!"

o O o


Brusia wrote:Martius Shan
Endeavour

Admiral Salman Deos, Galactic Republic
Endeavor Star Destroyer, Nol System, Voeld


As the door silently closed behind the two of them, walked to her desk, sitting in a chair specially designed for her species. With out stretched hand, she offered a more human-friendly looking chair to the Jedi Master. Waiting for him to take his seat, or stand as he chose, she began the informal meeting.

"I know you, don't I? I've been called many things in my career, but never forgetful" Bridging her arms, elbows on the table, she looked at Matrius with a polite but measuring look. Her personality still radiated warmth, but it was the kind that is felt when hit by a grazing blaster bolt. "What we have to discuss is too long for such short a session... Circumstances demand your leave, and so do mine. But, if you'll pardon my presumption General Martius Shan, I'd like you to meditate on the following question. Do ends, justify means?" Her formerly polite gaze became penetrating, scrutinizing each and every part of the General's face, as a laser scalpel would a troublesome tumor. "I will ask you this question again, upon competition of your mission. And I expect an honest answer, befitting a man of your actions." And like that, the laser scalpel turned off, replaced by a sheepish, tired smile.

"Think of it as a special assignment, from a concerned old woman."


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Kiron Zevva

Brusia wrote:Martius Shan
Endeavour

Shadowwell wrote:Dib'hur, Jedi Knight and Weapons Master




The whole of the mission was outfitted with the specifics chosen by each of them. After getting the okay from the Quarter Master mid-ship, each member of the team collected and outfitted themselves, before going to the appropriate docking bay. Assembling in the shadow of their transport, their clone troopers having already squared themselves away with. All that was missing, was a certain Jedi General, and they'd be set to travel down to the frigided mudball below.

The Last Magic wrote:Aika
Dooku's Chosen


Parcia wrote:Ziam Cyrus




Commodore Yaneth Daro, CIS
Battleship Circle of Profit, Onaon System, Aya


Glancing out of the gargantuan video viewer, the female Namodeon pondered the absence of the Republic fleet that she had done her damnedest to follow. Noticing the two force users that had quietly entered the bridge, she about faced and meet their eyes. "I have some business for you to attend to today. We are currently orbiting above a mostly desolate world. However, pockets of civilization exist. One of these, seems to be a prominent capital and metropolitan hub for a species yet categorized in either Confederacy or Republic databases. They call themselves Angara."

Calling up a holographic display of the city in question, it looked like any other exotic space-port. The humid forest however, was a stark contrast to the burned out lava filled remnants of the rest of the planet. "There is a strange spatial anomaly that is interrupting our sensors, so what little data we have from observing the system over the past few days arriving here at sublight, is all we have. I believe, it is all you both need, to make first contact in this new galaxy of ours."

Attempting a human smile, it came off as a leery skull-like grimace, the Namodiean continued, "The Quartermaster mid-ship awaits your requestion order. I would recommend a diplomatic shuttle. No heavy weaponry. Let me emphasizes actually -- no weaponry at all! This is a diplomatic mission that requires brains, not force, in establishing ties and a place of safe harbor. All the more important, considering where we are... You are dismissed. The droids will see you to the Quartermaster, and then you ship. Enjoy shore leave!"



Lycanth wrote:Kaiya Sepaw, Ex-Sith Acolyte




Space is infinite. A common observation, but one that carries some serious weight when your one of the only things out there. ZP-948760, Zaps to his mates, chewed on this as he stared back at the uncountable stars, covered in a light orange haze by his flight helmet. The clone was just going through the motions of a basic reconnaissance mission in his ARC-170. Like him, one of many, aboard the Star Destroyer Endeavor. If he craned his head back, he could make out the outlines of the Republic battle-wagon still looking larger-than-life behind him.

"Anything on the scans?" A casual, almost mundane, question towards his co-pilot. A new shiny -- Kaytu -- who had just matured out of his training batch, and happened to have his ticket punched to be aboard the greatest exploration flight known. At least, thats what it said on the briefing brochure.

" 'Nuffin. Not even a micro-meteor." A familiar sounding voice stated, equally mundane, from the other white-grey flightsuit sitting back-to-back with Zap. Who nodded, expecting as much. Unless you were on a pretty thick Front, like he had been on Geonosis, Recon was not something you did for the fun and giggles. It could be right blasting boring!

"Recon Flight Eta-2, this is XX-666 from Recon Flight Trin-9! How you copy Zappers, over?" The sudden message over the ARC fighters comms caused furrowed brows between both of the clones. That message was from a squadron covering the vector diagonal from Zap. Was something kicking off?

"RF Eta-2 ZP-948 to RF XX-666 Trin-9, crystal-copy. You got eyes on Daemon?"

"Roger-roger," replied the other ARC squadron leader, Daemon, doing his best imitation at a CIS Droid, "We have eyes on bogie. Single ship, tonnage puts her short of a cruiser. Civilian, lightly armed, by the look of it. And.. she's barring a CIS IFF tag. Hmm-hmm, tasty!" Daemons generous lip-smacking could be heard mingling over the happy shouts and exclamations of Recon Flight Trin, all of it filtering into the ears of Zap and Kaytu. Both pilots couldn't help but bare their teeth in identical grins of anticipation. Finally, their blood was up and hot with excitement, they had real work to do!

"Understood Trin-9, Eta-2 is inbound, forming up on your signature," switching channels, Zap updated his flight squadron. "Right you bantha fodder shinies, listen up! We've confirmed an enemy presence and are inbound. Blasters hot, protons ready to rock!" The twin contrails of 24 ARC fighters criss-crossed and merged together, as Trin and Eta locked their S-foils and assumed attack run positions.
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Postby Lycanth » Tue May 30, 2017 11:01 pm

TriStates wrote:Endeavor Star Destroyer


Kaiya Sepaw, Ex-Sith Acolyte
T-251 Star Cruiser Star Hunter, Nol Star System, Andromeda

Kaiya could see the Republic fleet. Massive crafts with guns the size of her ship. Not something she intended to go toe-to-toe with. She kept her distance from the fleet, watching them from afar. Or so she thought. She watched as a few of the scout fighters, ARC-170's from what she could tell, were getting closer to her. She looked around the console, then turned to her droid companion. "Uh, Bolts...we are running stealthed right?"

The droid looked at her for a few long seconds, seeming like he just short circuited or something. "Were we supposed to be, sir?" Bolts looked toward the Republic ships. "Uh oh...uh, sir, I think they've spotted us!" Bolts pointed to the weapons warming up on the Republic ships.

Oh, rancor shit, this is not what we need right now! Kaiya turned on the manual controls to the ship and warmed up the main thrusters. "Bolts! Get on the main gun now! Fire up the autoturrets while your at it! And make sure the proton torpedoes are armed!" With a groan, the ship warmed up and the guns on the sides and front moved around, making sure they still worked. Bolts scrambled to his feet and gave Kaiya a quick nod. "Roger, Roger!"

Kaiya sighed. This was the exact opposite of what was supposed to happen. I had to get a B1, didn't I? A protocol droid without its limbs would be more useful! She moved the ship to face the white planet below. White meant snow, right? "Oh great, Hoth 2.0. Maybe it'll have less wampas this time. Guess a lot of snow is a better crashing place than any." From down the hall in the Main Gunner's seat she heard Bolts yell, "Crashing place?!"

Kaiya shook her head in frustration. "Bolts, turn off your audio until I say otherwise. For now, shoot anything that shoots back at us! This could get dicey." She closed her eyes and took a few seconds to focus. The Force is with me, channel it, wield it, and use it. If they pursue us once we make landing, it'll be the last thing they do. She opened her eyes, a wide grin on her face and butterflies in her stomach. "Let's get this fodder started!" She pushed her hands forward, moving the controls as far as they could to push the thrusters at maximum power. Her ship was surprisingly fast for its size. Not nearly Millennium Falcon fast, but fast enough to get through this mess. Hopefully.
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Postby Brusia » Wed May 31, 2017 1:20 pm

Martius Shan and Commander Maverick
Endeavor


Martius took a seat in the chair the had Admiral motioned towards, and sat up straight and perfectly still as their meeting began. When Deos asked if she knew him, Martius replied: "Yes Admiral, we communicated over holo briefly at Christophsis to coordinate our ships' attacks during the fleet engagement there, and met in person after the Second Battle of Geonosis so that I could thank you for providing additional air support to my Battalion after we were pinned down by Separatist artillery on the planet." He wasn't certain if she'd remember him, after all she'd probably dealt with dozens of Jedi Generals over the course of the war, but as the only Kaminoan he knew of who actually took to fighting in the war, Deos was hard to forget.

The subject of the rest of the conversation was just what he'd expected it to be; the exact same topic as his last few meetings with the Jedi Council. When she asked him to meditate on the question of whether the ends justify the means, and return to her with an answer following completion of his mission, Martius stated: "Admiral, I've been asking myself that question every day since this war began..." An announcement suddenly came in over the comms asking Martius to report to the docking bay "But, as you said, such discussion requires more time than we have at present. I'll contact the Endeavor once we've touched down on the planet's surface, then check in every hour until our mission is complete, or if we run into any trouble." That didn't really need to be stated, as it was SOP for any recon mission, but as she was clearly worried about how he might act over the course of the expedition, he hoped it might at least be somewhat reassuring in the short term to know that he intended to follow protocol to the letter on this mission. Standing up from his chair, he continued: "I shall also endeavor to have an answer to your question by the time I return." With that, he bowed respectfully then left the Admiral's quarters, making his way to the docking bay to begin the mission.

When Martius arrived at the docking bay, Commander Maverick approached him and saluted, informing him: "Sir, Delta Squad and Havoc Squad have reported in and are ready to proceed with the mission, the CK-6's have been loaded aboard as requested, and cold weather gear is waiting for you and the other Jedi in the armory."

"Very good Commander" Martius replied "If there are no objections, than I suggest we proceed with our mission."

Martius, Maverick, and the other clones made their way aboard the Consular-class vessel Interdictor, when alarms suddenly began to sound. Making his way to the small vessel's Bridge, Martius ordered: "Report" and the clone pilot informed him "Sir, our fighter patrols have just detected a civilian freighter with a Separatist transponder code and are moving to intercept."

"Separatists? Out here?" Martius thought to himself "Could they have followed us all this way? But if they did, why just send a civilian freighter after us?" Worried it might be a scout ship of some kind either attached to a larger force, or with orders to return to its native galaxy with the Exploration Group's position, Martius ordered "Make sure the Admiral is informed of this right away." Looking at the ship's scanner console and seeing the two dozen dots registering as friendly rapidly approached the one dot registering as hostile, Martius turned to the pilot and asked "Are our fighters requesting assistance?"

"Negative sir" the pilot replied "But then those are Zapps' and Daemon's squadrons out there so I don't imagine they'd ever request anyone's assistance."

With abit of a chuckle, Martius replied "Well if anyone can handle this I suppose it's those two. Unless they request assistance or the Admiral orders us to lend a hand, protocol dictates we continue our mission, so I suggest we do just that. Better raise the shields and order all the turrets to be manned though, just in case that freighter decides we're an attractive target; there's no protocol that says we can't shoot them down if they come into our range after all."

"Understood sir" the pilot replied while pressing a number of buttons on his console "Disengaging docking clamps, raising shields, readying weapons, and setting course for Voeld..."

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