great start!))
"Aww crap... Hey Raz! There should be a key in my pack... Get it for me will ya? I think I have some ear pieces in here the pack can use for comunicating. We could modify them later." Raz pushed himself to his feet with a grunt and dug through her pack. "I ought eeh!" He said with the key in his mouth. "Ok." She stuck her head out and pulled the key from his lips before dissapearing back inside.
*Thanks 🙂*
Grand Admiral Valerian was in deep space, aboard his flag ship the Flying Fortress.
When a transmission came in.
"Sir, incoming transmission from Flora Base." (Endor's base code-name.)
"Patch it through, Lieutenant."
"Yes, sir." the Lt. said as a faint hologram appeared in front of the Admiral.
"Commander," Valerian greeted.
"Admiral," He greeted back with a slight bow. "We caught something up in our radar, sir. A ship. Small vessel, probably takes only a single pilot to handle."
"Hmm... I wonder if... Hold it, Commander. I'm coming. Lieutenant! Set the co-ordinates for Flora Base."
you're very welcome ^^)
Satana jumped down with a small black box on her shoulder. "Well that's all of it. Shall we go?" One of the wolves, she assumed he was the alfa, stepped forward. "Hold it.. Dont you need weapons." Satana's smile faded slightly. "I have all that I need one my belt." He nodded and looked at the box. "I want to look over all of the equipment before we move." She nodded underhandedly and sat down to sift through the bags with the three, Raz sitting at her side faithfully.
the dalgh turned after leaving hyperspace, and quickly jumped to sluis van. it was time for grens new fleet, as well as his new droid army being formed in the rubble of the old geonosian factories, to be activated into new imperial service. as his ship docked with the shipyard he prepared a message for vassisk. "message to grand admiral vassisk. time 1:45 A.M. standard. good evening vassisk. i have survived our last run in with the mandalorians. i dont know any other way to say it but, i have taken the liberty of preparing a 'backup' fleet prior to this conflict. as most of my fleet, as well as most of my military was destroyed in our previous battle, though i did defeat nearly all of the enemy ships as well, i am also taking the liberty of activating this fleet. i have more to tell you about my new army as well however there is time for that later. i am currently staying at the sluis van shipyards. gren out." the message ended.
"message to grand admiral vassisk. time 1:45 A.M. standard. good evening vassisk. i have survived our last run in with the mandalorians. i dont know any other way to say it but, i have taken the liberty of preparing a 'backup' fleet prior to this conflict. as most of my fleet, as well as most of my military was destroyed in our previous battle, though i did defeat nearly all of the enemy ships as well, i am also taking the liberty of activating this fleet. i have more to tell you about my new army as well however there is time for that later. i am currently staying at the sluis van shipyards. gren out." "END OF MESSAGE" Flashed across the screen. Vassisk turned and tapped his intercom. "Status on out going transmitters for long range communication?"
"Please hold sir..."
Vassisk stood from his desk and walked over to the nearby self, where he retrieved a datapad.
"Repaired. Currently running diagnostics now, sir."
Vassisk walked out of his quarters and headed for the turbolifts to take him to the bridge.
***
The Lambda-class shuttle dropped out of hyperspace over the evergreen sphere of Endor. The shuttle's crew immediatly activated its maximum stealth profile and scanned the forest moon. It located the fighter, the out-post of Flora and the remains of the Imperial shield bunker. Several minutes later it entered the atmosphere and landed 5 klicks south of hidden and abandoned, secret Imperial AT-ST hanger. About 30 klicks from the hanger was Flora-base.
The shuttles wings retracted as it settled down between the thick foilage, its repulsers gently lowering it into the greenery. Several disturbed birds flew from their perches as the engines powered down.
Silence resumed. Wind rustled the living forest.
***
Commander Ona Vossk approached Gren. Her expression was not happy. "General." She saluted. "Captain Juion is not here at the moment, he is at Wayland." She looked down. "We are preparing to send the Star Destroyer Constricter to aid the Grand Admiral. Unfortunately its Captain is overseeing mining of the Hoth asteroids and cannot attent. Would you command it? It will arrive in an hour."
(New rule: Hyperspace times count if the location you are travelling to contains other RPers fleets. It will be judged by fleet size and allowed RP time to react. Will explain later.)
"Ok... So we have less then I thought bu-" She stopped talking and looked to the tree tops, as did the wolves. The alfa pushed himself to his feet and grabbed a bag. "We need to move... Now." Satana nodded and pushed herself to her feet. Both her and the wolves hurried along back to the rest of the pack, who was a half hour run from their position. "Something startled the forest... Someone has landed." Satana nodded and glanced at the tree tops once more. "I'll see if I can get someone to help. Keep going I'll meet you there." The wolves nodded and left her.
Minutes after the landing of the Imperial ship on the forest moon of Endor, the Flying Fortress entered the space, followed by Admiral Valerian's rest of the fleet. He sensed it.
"There's more than one ship stationed down there," He said as he stared accross the bridge towards the tiny moon. "And I have a feeling the crew's not exactly friendly."
Reki climbed up into the tree tops as high as she could, sitting next to a lantern bird nest. "What landed?" The lantern bird was giving her a wierd look. "What?" The bird flew off. "Well that was polite... Anyways.." She strained to see over the trees, her heart sinking when she saw what had landed. Quickly she jumped down and raced after the wolves.
(We are not Imperials, we have just adopted their uniforms and Star Destroyers. We use X-wings and every other craft associated with the Rebellion due to us being a mix of both. We are the New Imperial Alliance. Ona Vossk was a Rebel foot soldier, now Stormtrooper Commander and wife to Imperial Captain Juion. I've got Jedi too, Grand Admiral Vassisk is a fleging one, and a few fully trained others who I havnt brought into play since early in the RP because I think the fact that players can sense what the enemy is doing even when their ships are laced with Ysalamiri isn't fair on the other. So I neglected their charcters... though they are on Hoth somewhere I thought.))
Twenty six scouts, dressed in simple Alliance-esque jungle camoflage jackets, all carriying HK-44 servo rifles, all currently set on medium-high stun, and other gear including sensor and scout equipment, made their way through the forest towards the secret AT-ST storehouse. The sky above had darkened greatly as they covered the five kilometers between their landing site and the hidden and abandoned Imperial depot. Seargent Cortez was greatfull. "Well, I don't need to complain because the forests of Wayland are far more dangerous than this." The leader nodded with his own agreement.
"We're about half-way there, sir." Dankin spoke up from the rear. "Though the vegetation is making it hard to tell for sure."
"Right, Dank's. Let me know when you start getting funny readings."
"Sir?" Dankin looked up from his sensor pad with a question on his face.
Jence elbowed him while the others laughed. "It means when you pick up the emimies patrols or anything else."
***
The Constricter docked with the shipyards and its ranking crew members disembarked for an hour of R & R. Ona informed Admiral Gren Jalos (I think).