"I'm afraid it is not my business to tell you. Since you are not who we thought you'd be you may go about your business."
"Corperal! The shuttle crew have detected a fleet in orbit."
"What?! What kind!"
"A mixture of Mando' and Jedi fleet ships."
"Sithspawn! Ok, tell them to power down."
The trooper complied.
The docking crewman looked up at his tranciever and nodded to the Admiral, whose visage flickered there. "Yes Admiral Jalos, lowering the mag-con fields. Landing granted." The docking officer pressed several buttons and flicked some switches and lowered the mag-con fields around the hangers as they were vacated by their persons within. He spoke into the mic build into his console. "Permission granted, just watch the grav plates... thay are wreaking havoc with our repulser craft."
***
Grand Admiral Vassisk looked across the bridge at the ungangly monsterous sight of Admiral Jalos's new ship. He quickly had his sensors do a sweep of the ship and had them come up with a Tactical assesment. Meanwhile the Constricted began launching landing retrieval shuttles and more repair craft, which accounted for their lowered squadron complement as they carried supplies over fighters. Two squadrons of X-wing class fighters launched into patrol and scout formation that criss crossed the three major Destroyer sized star-ships. The Dark Blad had begun to look less like a mangled, blackened hulk od metal as repain ships began refitting the nose cone that ran along the forward keel of the Star Destroyers form, returning it to a more triangular shaped vessel. The Constricters landing retrieval and repair shuttles landed on Durolian IV where the two Calimari cruisers had put down to effect their own repairs.
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Daran looked over to the trooper who had reported the fleets drop from hyperspace, then turned and called out to Setana. "Hey! Miss!" He rushed after he and just caught up with her by stumbling through the bushes. "Miss.." He began. "What does the name Jacen mean to you?" The Corperal looked over at the wolves who had stopped moving forward and began to circle him. "Specifically," he looked into her eyes, his voice deathly serious, "what does that name mean to you if its ownage was dead." He stepped slowly back. "I'm sorry. But you should hear this. Barely an hour after the Dark Blade left the combat zone Admiral Jalos' 'super'ship blew up, its sensoe rocords last retrieved report that most of the Enemy fleet took severe damage and several exploded included the flag-ship. The one you escaped from an hour before-hand. It too was destroyed. Now just think about that question." Daran stood back antother step.
gren watched as the transport he stood in landed, as well as the others. the side doors of the transports opened and the droids began stepping out. gren followed, as well as his human and geonosian engineers. a squad of gaurd droids surrounded him as he walked towards the bridge while his engineers surveyed the damage. in less than five minutes there were droids seemingly everywhere, fixing anything that needed it. he entered the bridge and walked over to the grand admiral. "hello grand admiral. how has your fleet been since our last encounter?"
((also, just a note, but due to the subsequent destruction of most of my ships, there was room for at least a 56.2% margin of error in the sensor readings))
She looked down at the wolves and called them back to her side. "Jacen is my lover. He rescued me from a slave trader when I was a child. I watched him grow and become a Jedi." Her mouth slowly dropped open as he spoke. Her heart sank in her chest. "Do they have confirmation that he is dead?" Raz growled and nuzzled her hand, the other two watched Daran with cold and hungry eyes.
Originally posted by darkxboxi gotta say i'm offended by that, although i'm assuming youve forgotten that you said that, so to answer the question of where i went, i simply got bored with everything. but i'm starting to get back into it, but ahwell anyone wanna give me a recap
at this point i dont even see a point in participating as their doesnt seem to be any common goal, and you failed to tell us why your at Fydine, if that is even your fleet coming out of hyperspace or in orbit defending the planet, though i doubt it is trhe latter...oh, and i meant he doesnt post in this rp anymore, i think he got sick of not being in control of every detail, knowing that he would lose if he didnt go against the rules, however, he simply chose to run away from us, instead of allow us the pleasure of humiliating him, and deflating, his already swollen ego.
bassically, he didnt want to look like a noob, so he left.
dont you like feeling smart? 😛 ))
Satana is on Endor as are some of JR and DBox's characters. Lt. Val has some on there too. Right now Daran is scaring the shit out of satana... She thinks Jacen is dead. She left him on page back here: http://www.killermovies.com/forums/showthread.php?threadid=479163&pagenumber=45 (This is where it started if you want to read it all) )))
((Yea.. Nice to see you back Big EH 🙂))
Daran shook his head. "No confirmation. We didn't stik around long enough. He may be alive, yet I regret that we do not know."
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The Grand Admiral turned from the bridge windows to greet his ally. "Admiral Jalos." He smiled. "Thank-you for coming so quickly. Your droids are rather marvellous machines." He saluted casually and turned to the tactical holo of Gren's ship. "Interesting design.."
***
The Constricter's shuttles landed and engineers and tecnitians disembarked. Carrying replacement equipment and tools.
***
Captain Juion smiled. "The Star Destroyer Icy Wind is awaiting your arrival. We have aquired almost everything you have asked for, it is prepared and ready. However, with the Imperial Alliance as it is we were unable to obtain the artwork and sculpters you requested."
Hidden by the shrouded mist of the Cloning cylinder a calm, cool voice replied. "You have done your best, Captain. Thank-you for your continued assistance in this matter."
"Thank-you, sir."
"Inform the Icy Wind of my immenant arrival."
Juion bowed. "Yes, I will do so personally." The Captain left with a feeling of jubilation.
She sighed with relief and glared at him. "Don't scare me like that, Sir. Thank you for wasting my time. Jacen is still alive. I have a good feeling that Jakar wouldn't let him fail so quickly." She gave him a faint smile before silently disappearing into the darkness of the forest, the fleeting glimmer of her wolve's eyes was that last thing he'd see.
((actually, jakar could be ded too. just because one side of the ship is destroyed doesntmean the other was too. heres how i look at the possibilitys.
both are ded
neither are ded
jakar is ded, jacen is not
jacen is ded, jakar is not))
gren smiled. "thank you sir, however the designs came almost entirely from these 2." he moved out of the way and the 2 geonosians became entirely visible.4 gaurd droids took positions in the corners of the bridge while the other six cluustered loosely around gren and the geonosians.. "and as you can see, these droids were given programming the equivelint of elite stormtrooper training, in a matter of seconds. andi'm sure you would be happy with the amount of these we can pump out in a day." he smiled widely.
Satana and the wolves had made it back to the pack. She quickly handed out the modified com links out to the pack members before fitting herself with one. She gave Raz a pat before running off. "Where are you going?" She glanced back. "I'm heading back to my fighter. I have to get in contact with Jacen to make sure he's ok." Raz shook his head and went back into the den, leaving Satana on her own.
gren chuckled and looked down to his datapad. "up to 10,000 a day during wartime from a single factory. currently we have set a limit of 2,000a day so our resources dont run dry. 5 other factories are being restored to the way they had been before the clone wars and the grand army of the republic nearly demolished them. we are also preparing plans for a new factory on hoth to produce our new model of fighter droids and tank droids. until then, we are limited to a single factory."
"We are currently pumping our a thousand clones a week, though that number will be further reduced as we are currently not in need of staff for ships or troops. During wartime, we can open up and/or prefabricate more Sparrti cloning cylinders to meet up with standards expected. At the most we can produce up to 1000 a day during a strained situation, we just currently have no need for the extra personell." Vassisk looked at his datapad. "We are however looking into building our own cloning facility on Hoth and we should soon, be able to incorperate a cloning facility into our dreadnaughts." The Grand Admiral turned to an officer when he approachec.
"Sir, signal from the Imperial class-III Star Destroyer; Starry Ice (name change). It will rendezvous with our ships at the predetermined coordinates, here, its commander Nurudo, recommanded he meet us here."
"Send a reply, tell them to meet us here." Vassisk turned back to Jalos as the officer complied. "So we need to prepare for our... guests in a few hours, you will be very interested in meeting him."