A Distant Hope (FT, INTRO, OPEN)

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A Distant Hope (FT, INTRO, OPEN)

Postby -The Interstellar Alliance- » Tue Dec 03, 2019 7:52 am

Lieutenant Keylara ‘Knight Twelve’ Ky-Nomi
Undesignated Star System

Knight Squadron was an elite starfighter unit within the Alliance Military for two reasons. The first was that its pilots were made up of the best and brightest pilots available, chosen by the Squadron Leader. The second was the identity of the Squadron Leader; Commander Kelveste Ravni; who had once upon a time been a Jedi Knight of the Old Republic. As a result, Commander Ravni was not only an extremely capable pilot but also a formidable warrior and a leader that any member of Knight Squadron would follow to hell and back. The Squadron had been designated as a special tasks unit, and was kept secret from the majority of the Rebel Alliance; including the young force-sensitive boy, with the name of a famous Jedi, who had destroyed the Death Star. Commander Ravni had argued strongly in favour of being allowed to reveal himself to the young Skywalker, however he had been overruled by Alliance High Command, arguing that survivors of the Great Jedi Purge were few and far between, and knowledge of them had to be kept strictly secret. As a result, Commander Ravni and Knight Squadron had played a vital, if largely hidden, and if its membership was a closely guarded secret, its reputation preceded it.

It was perhaps hardly surprising, therefore, that when a Rebel scout had located a hyperspace wormhole, appearing to lead to a distant and previously uncharted galaxy, Alliance High Command had chosen Knight Squadron to be the first major Rebel unit to explore the far side.

Amongst the twelve T-65B X-Wing starfighters, the backbone of the Alliance Starfighter Corps, was Lieutenant Keylara Ky-Nomi, a Twi’Lek of only sixteen years. She had been taught to fly by her brother, who had fought against the Separatists on their homeworld of Ryloth during the Clone Wars, from a young age and she had lived a blessed life, at least until the Empire came to Ryloth, and she along with millions had fled the planet. Her family had been particularly unfortunate, as their fleeing transport had been set upon by pirates and she had been captured; her brother and every other of her family, killed. She would have been sold as a sex slave, despite her then-tender age of only ten years, however she remembered what her brother had taught her and was able to escape; stealing a Z-95 Headhunter she had escaped the pirates and was picked up a few days later, exhausted and dehydrated, by a Rebel warship.

The Alliance, unwilling to employ children in combat, had refused to allow her to fight, instead embarking her upon a period of intense schooling to regain some of her education, before at age fourteen, allowing her to take on non-combat roles and to embark upon advanced flight training, with a promise that she could fight once she turned sixteen. Sure enough, he superiors had kept their word and they had commissioned her into the Starfighter Corps, where she soon gained the attention of Commander Ravni who surprised everyone by offering the young, undoubtedly skilled but inexperienced, Twi’Lek a place in the Squadron. This was her first ‘combat’ mission with Knight Squadron, although not the first time she had seen combat, and in any case there was no intelligence to indicate that the Empire had any knowledge of this place and as such they weren’t expecting to encounter enemy forces. What they were expecting to encounter, and part of the reason why Alliance High Command had sent a Jedi, was the unknown, and that as exciting as it was terrifying, and although Keylara couldn’t speak for the others, adrenaline was flooding her system as the squadron emerged on the other side.

“Scopes clear,” Knight Two, the squadron’s second in command, reported crisply after a few moments. “No hostiles.”

Keylara let out the breath she had been holding and tried to force herself to relax. They had treated this as a combat jump, and every other combat jump she had been involved in had resulted in Imperial forces upon them in very short order; everything from a squadron of TIEs to an Imperial Star Destroyer. By contrast, this felt almost like a routine jump, even if her eyes were still twitching all around her looking for any trouble. Forcing herself to breath deeply she looked down at the sensor display, powered by the very capable sensor suite in her X-Wing’s nose cone, and took in the system that they had found themselves in. Looked like a main sequence star with a dozen or so planets, rock and gas giants, spread across the system; no indication of habitation as far as she could see. Leaning forwards she punched a query into her system and the computer dutifully confirmed that the fourth planet appeared to be habitable.

“Looks like we’ve got a habitable planet,” Commander Ravni, Knight Leader, commented over the net even as Keylara was thinking the same thing. “Alright Knights, maintain formation and follow father; let’s go take a look.”

Keylara nodded to herself and followed the others as the squadron surged forward towards the planet. It didn’t take them long, for the hyperspace wormhole was in between the fourth and fifth planets of the system, and they were soon slipping into orbit of the lush garden world. Keylara ran a few quick scans and confirmed that the atmosphere was breathable and the climate was temperate.

“What you say boss, fancy a trip to the surface?” Knight Two queried, asking the question everyone in the Squadron wanted to ask.

There were a few moments of silence as the Commander clearly considered the request.

“Sure, why not,” Commander Ravni replied, resulting in cheers across the squadron. “Not so fast, Knights Seven and Eight, you’ve got the short straw; four-hour combat air patrol.”

Groans answered, but the two X-Wings separated from the rest of the squadron and assumed a patrol orbit above the planet even as the rest of the Knights began to make their way towards the planet.

Knight Squadron touched down on a patch of grass above a coastline, golden sand below them looked inviting to say the least. Keylara completed the shut-down procedure and popped the canopy of her X-Wing and smiled with pleasure as she felt real honest sunlight on her face for the first time in a long time. Climbing out of the cockpit she took off her helmet, and was grateful for the nearby presence of water as she felt the sweat from the inside of her helmet. She kicked off her boots and peeled off her flight suit, leaving her in the vest and shorts that went underneath and set off at a run towards the waters edge; glancing to her left and right she could see that she was not the only member of the squadron that was running towards the sea; after all they had all been stuck in space for force only knows how long. It was the best feeling imaginable as she hit the surf and felt the shock of the cooler water on her hot skin.

Keylara swam for a few minutes before rolling over onto her back and floating, looking up at the sky, enjoying the feel of the water on her skin and the sun on her face; for all she was used to life in space she never forgot what being planetside was like and was determined to enjoy it for as long as possible. Truth be told, she was hoping that the Alliance would, at least, be able to set up a permanent planetary base out here, if they were actually outside the reach of the Empire; more importantly, if they could bring the countless displaced refugees of the Empire’s brutality out here and give them a chance at a new life. As far as Alliance Intelligence could determine, the Empire had not discovered this hyperspace wormhole themselves, and there was already a fairly sizeable cell within AI at work to ensure that they never did, for this was what they never could have had back in their own galaxy; a true safe haven.

After a time, Keylara swam towards the shore and fought her way through the shallows to the beach, deep in her own thoughts about everything they were doing out here, and about the cause.

“Credit for your thoughts, Lieutenant,” Commander Ravni queried, almost appearing out of nowhere given how distracted she had been. “You look troubled.’

“Just thinking of the war back home,” Keylara sighed heavily. “It almost feels almost hopeless sometimes.”

“I know the feeling, it can sometimes feel like we can’t have a hope against the sheer size of the Emperor’s military, and yet we have proven time and again that we are capable of fighting, and defeating, them when the need arises,” Ravni replied. “We must trust in the Force, Lieutenant; the Force showed us this place, far beyond the reach of even the Emperor, where we can build a safe haven, evacuate the countless refugees of the Empire’s brutality, so that, even if the worst should happen back home, we have somewhere where hope will survive.”

“I know, Sir, but it just seems like a drop in the ocean,” Keylara sighed. “We could save billions and still leave countless more under tyranny.”

“Enough drops make a flood, Lieutenant,” Ravni smiled sadly. “And a flood washes away everything in its path.”

Keylara nodded thoughtfully, considering the Jedi’s words.

“You should get some sleep, the first transports are going to start coming through in six hours, I want you flying CAP,’ Ravni told her. “There’s going to be a lot of ships, Alliance and independent associate vessels, you’ll need to be on your toes.”

Sure enough, some six hours later, Keylara was sat back in the cockpit of her X-Wing overseeing the arrival of the first batch of transports. Although only Keylara, and her Wingman, Lieutenant Corran Hextar (Knight Eleven), were actually in space the rest of the squadron were on alert down on the surface, either in their cockpits or very close to them. With every group of transports there was a risk, no matter how many precautions were taken, that the Empire had followed them and would set upon the gathering. So far, so good.

Once the transports arrived they were immediately vectored towards the planet; the logic being that they were safer on the surface than they would be in space if something happened. Once on the surface what they would do next would depend on the type of vessel; Alliance ships would start the process of setting up military bases and key civilian infrastructure, whilst independent vessels associated with the Alliance would set up their own communities or indeed isolated homesteads. The entire purpose of this initiative was to give the displaced and desperate a new place to call home, and the Alliance a safe haven from the Empire. It was something of an ad hoc affair, as there had been judged to be no time to perform detailed scans, surveys or analysis; the recent destruction of Echo Base on Hoth had spooked Alliance High Command to say the least. At least the Alliance ships were following something that resembled a proper plan, and even the independent transports were making sure to lodge their positions and claims with an Alliance traffic control team that had been one of the first military units on the surface, after Knight Squadron of course.

It was in the midst of all of this (barely) organized chaos that the sensors of Keylara’s X-Wing picked up an unknown contact on long range scanners; a ship certainly, it was too big to be a fighter but at this range she couldn’t get more than that. Whatever it was, it had not come from the hyperspace wormhole meaning that it was from this Galaxy. Keylara swallowed heavily as she quickly commed down to Commander Ravni who quickly got his people into action and a few minutes after the ship first appeared the rest of the Squadron was assembling on Keylara’s wing. Once they were in formation, and the transports backing away as a courier was sent back through the wormhole to encourage any Alliance warships to expediate their transit, Knight Squadron began to move away form the planet towards the unknown contact.

As they approached, Commander Ravni broadcast a message.

“Attention Unknown Vessel, this is Commander Kelveste Ravni of the Alliance; this system has been claimed by my Government. State your identify, and your intentions, immediately.”

OOC NOTE: All are welcome, although I ask that if someone has already posted to claim the ship entering the system in my post that you TG me first to discuss further. I also ask that any replies be of a decent length, as I do not want short single paragraph answers. Any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

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Postby Trecdom2 » Tue Dec 03, 2019 6:17 pm

When Nog rose to the rank of Captain, he was offered command of any new ship rolling off the proverbial assembly line at Utopia Planitia. For a long time, he was split between a Sovereign-class and an Intrepid Class ship. While Voyager had proven the smaller Intrepid-class could hold her own, he preferred the larger Sovereign class. It had much the same scientific functions of the Intrepid with greater tactical and diplomatic capabilities. With that decision being made, he was soon given command of a brand new Sovereign-class ship, the USS Chin'toka. After a successful shakedown cruise, the Chin’toka was assigned a region of space on the edge of Federation space near both Klingon and Romulan territory. When the need arose they were assigned to Vanguard Station, but often spent months out on their own.

Nog had just retired to his quarters when the voice of his first officer reached him over the comms.
=/\=Sorry to bother you sir, but we have a priority message from Vanguard.=/\=

=/\= I’ll take it in my quarters. Thank you, Commander. =/\=

Inputting his access code the Ferengi was greeted with the face of the station’s CO, Captain Harry Kim.

“Mr. Nog, how are things in the Kwajalein sector?”

“Things are going well sir. Stellar cartography is liking this tour, but I doubt that’s why you called.”

“Correct, a civilian freighter passing by the Ibriea sector picked up potential activity. You are to rendezvous with the Phalanx and investigate further. This is to take top priority, understand.”

Located in an area of space claimed by both the Klingons and Romulans, the Ibriea sector was heavily contested and thus uninhabited. However, as both Empires rebuilt from the Dominion War it had been seemingly abandoned by both sides. While the internal workings of either side was none of Starfleet’s business, a renewed conflict had the potential to affect the entire region.

“Understood sir. We’ll be underway ASAP. Chin’toka out.”

(8 hours later)

The two ships dropped out of warp just outside the last planet in the star system. While a Sovereign and Akira class were both formidable ships, neither captain had the desire to drop into the middle of a potential firefight. Sensor scans revealed a flurry of activity around the 4th planet, although the details were sketchy. There was no sign of weapons fire or ion trails matching that of either the Romulans or Klingons. Proceeding at 1/2 impulse, the two ships continued forward.

Aboard the Phalanx, Lieutenant Ch’ezhakrohr studied his tactical display. There were ships out there, that much was certain, but they didn’t match anything in the Federation database. About that time, a flurry of small contacts lit up his screen.
“Ma’am, I’m reading several small craft heading our way. The configuration is still unknown, but judging from their size and formation I’m guessing they’re fighters of some sort.”

As soon as he finished his report, Ensign Akioka spoke up from Ops.
“We’re being hailed, audio-only.”

“Attention Unknown Vessel, this is Commander Kelveste Ravni of the Alliance; this system has been claimed by my Government. State your identify, and your intentions, immediately.”

While Nog was the senior Captain by 2 months, Captain Trisim had some leeway with her response. The Denobulan wasted little time.
“We’ll let the Chin’toka respond to the hail. In the meantime, tell our fighters to standby. I don’t want to be caught flat-footed should this be an attack.”

The Alliance was a broad enough term that could refer to any number of political groups so their hail did little to inform Nog of their origin.
“Mr. Hollens, bring us to a full stop. Mr. Zeamik, take us to yellow alert. Miss Boggess open a channel to the other party, audio-only.”

“Aye, sir” came three simultaneous replies. Nog knew that the Phalanx would see their change in speed and respond in kind. With a nod from his Ops officer, Nog knew the comm channel was open.

=/\=Alliance vessel, this is Captain Nog Kribar of the Chin’Toka. Our two ships represent Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets. We are on a peaceful mission of exploration when we noticed activity in this sector. As it has been uninhabited for over a century, we decided to investigate.=/\=
"Just before they went into warp, I beamed the whole kit and kaboodle into their engine room, where they'll be no tribble at all."
Lt. Commander Montgomery Scott.

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Postby -The Interstellar Alliance- » Wed Dec 04, 2019 2:51 pm

Lieutenant Keylara ‘Knight Twelve’ Ky-Nomi
Undesignated Star System

“Given the size differential you have to assume that the larger ship is a capital ship, which would make the smaller one a cruiser of some sort, but even the capital ship is less than half the size of an Imperial Star Destroyer,” Knight Two commented over the squadron net as they cruised towards unknown ships. “Significantly less bulky as well, looking at the sensor returns both those ships look positively sleek and compact, although those outrigger structures look like tempting target, I wonder what they’re for, presumably something important.”

Keylara smiled wryly to herself; Knight Two was well-renowned across the Squadron for being something of a ‘Ship Nerd’, he loved learning everything he possibly could about every ship he ever came across, warship or civilian. Doubtless, if these people turned out to be friendly he would pour over the ships as much as possible, or indeed if they were hostile, and a dozen X-Wings managed to take out two warships, pick through the wreckage. Before joining the Squadron, Knight Two had been part of the Alliance Special Operations cell that had assessed the new Imperial-II Class Star Destroyers as having thousands of potential design flaws, from the significant to the miniscule, and Keylara could just see him pouring over stolen technical specifications. By contrast Keylara had only seen a handful of ships, and the majority of those had been fighter craft, although she knew her X-Wing like the back of her hand. Never the less, even an amateur ship-spotter like her knew that those ships registered like nothing they had ever seen before, and couldn’t help but feel excited about seeing these ships up close.

However, as they raced towards the unknown Keylara could not help but feel more than a little nervous. Against the Empire, they at least knew what they were up against and their capabilities; they could reliably engage and defeat TIE Fighters one-on-one, and could move fast enough to avoid the defensive turbolasers of an Imperial Star Destroyer. Against these unknown ships they had no idea about their weapons, their defences or any fighters that they might carry, and as such any attack against them would be fraught with difficulty, to say the least. Moreover, conventional wisdom dictated that a dozen fighters, even as powerful and versatile as the X-Wing, could not take on an enemy warship on their own, much less against two of them, meaning that any engagement would be a holding action at best. The arrival of a Rebel Warship was essential, but not anticipated for several hours at least.

“They’ve come to a stop either way,” Red Six added. “Guess that’s a good sign.”

“Cut the chatter,” Commander Ravni ordered crisply. “They’re responding.”

Keylara found herself frowning as she listened to the response from the unknown ships. It was comparatively unusual to find ships on exploration missions back in the home galaxy; after thousands of years there was vey little that needed to be explored and what was explored was done by drones, which was particularly important as the most profitable form of exploration (for new hyper routes) was extremely dangerous. Under the Empire, what commercial exploration there was had been strictly curtailed and the Imperial Starfleet had no desire to do so either.

Keylara didn’t have any time to think any further, as Commander Ravni was responding.

“Captain Kribar, this is Commander Ravni. Your presence here is unexpected, but not unwelcome if your intentions are as peaceful as you claim. Unfortunately, our claim of the system is very new and we do not have any facilities to meet face-to-face. Never the less, I’m sure my Government would appreciate any information you have about this region.”

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