gren walked onto his transport along with the others who had been onboard. "i will see you shortly grand admiral." and with that, the hatch to his ship closed.a droid engineer walked next to the grand admiral. "all damage to the hanger, barracks, bridge, mess hall, engine, and weapons systems have been repaired. repairs to shield generator, storage bay, crew quarters, and hull are currently under way." the droid handed him a data pad showing the current status of the operation.the shield generator and cargo bay were nearly complete, while the hull was still far from finished. the crew quarters were still untouched by the droids.
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gren stood in his quarters, a droid fitting him with his dress uniform. this was no ordinary battle droid, but instead, a specially designed cosmetic droid, used to prepare crew members for things like ceremonies, and celebrations. "thank you kelas, that will be all." the droid turned to face him. "your very welcome sir." it returned its many working arms to various slots in its surface, returning to its odd appearance as a simble box with treads and large bulky arms used for carrying other things. it rolled into grens closet where it plugged into its recharge station and shut down. gren walked out of his quarters and down a corridor watching as his droid transports returned to his ship from the newly repaired dark blade.he passed a window that overlooked the hanger of his ship, watching droids load onto racks, which were loaded into a turbolift that led to the storage bay. he smiled at his only pride, a masterpiece of technology that could be as compact as a gonk droid, or as large as a trandoshan. he walked into a smaller hanger at the front of the ship which held personnel trasports. he sat downin a lambda class and waited for daren and del.
The Admiral nodded and marvelled at the droids. "Lieutenant Dersk, prepare my Lambda shuttle in my private Hanger bay."
"Yes, sir!" The Lieutenant carried out the order.
"And have my Elite Stormtrooper guard squad meet me in the hanger in an hour. I also want a squadron of X-wings prepared to escourt us over when the Icy Blizzard arrives." The Grand Admiral turned to his bridge crew. Noticing that several of Grens droids had lingered on the bridge. "Hmm.. Commander Sermisk!" He looked out the bridge viewports at the starry sky, where the wedge shape of the Constrictor hung above Durolian VI. To port was Grens ship.
Serminsk spun to Vassisk. "Yes Admiral!" He smiled and saluted.
"Bring us online. I'll be getting ready to recieve our guest." Vassisk offered a salute and left the bridge.
Serminsk watched the Grand Admiral go, then turned to the bridge crew. "Bring the fusion reactors online, begin energy transfer."
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Vassisk took a shower in his personel refresher, shaved and then changed into his dress uniform. He took out his regal studs and piped them onto his white uniforms collar. Then attached his rank, blaster pistol side-arm and his Lightsaber cylinder to his belt. He removed a comlink. "Is my shuttle ready?"
After a slight pause. "Ready and waiting, Grand Admiral."
((thank you for the compliment 😄 ))
daren walked up the shuttle's loading ramp along with del and a group of gaurd droids. finnaly, the geonosians and 2 of grens personal stormtrooper gaurds loaded onto the ship. the ramp began to slowly close and the pilot activated the ships repulsorlifts. "sir?" gren turned to the cockpit entrance. "go ahead."
the shuttle began moving forward, and soon, the space around the shuttle was nothing but black with white polka dots. gren peered out of the viewport at the icy blizzard.
...Gren peered out at the Icy Blizzard... (??It hasn't arrived yet) Which dropped out of hyperspace between the three great war-ships. "Hanger bay 7-S private hangers." Was transmitted to Grens shuttle. "Please remaining on your shuttle until clearance is approved.
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The Grand Admiral strode confidantly into the hanger and boarded his shuttle followed by six Elite Stormtroopers, two Darktroopers and his troop commander Aya Sraf.
The Commander straightened but didnt salute when the Grand Admiral boarded his personal shuttle. She was wearing a military styled Imperial-cut gray uniform, it fit her loosly enough to hide her obviously attractive features but smartly enough so she looked the part without any features except her face coming into play. It was boarded by a gray cap that fit over her blonde hair which was in a pony-tail and her jade green eyes kept flicking across the troopers she had chosen for this little meeting. She stifled a giggle when she glanced over Vassisk, trying to remain military serious, though she had to put a hand up to cover her mouth.
The Grand Admiral nodded to the pilot. "Take us out." Then he turned his attention to Aya. "What?!" He grinned.
The Commander giggled outright once then shook her head, letting her golden hair shine in the shuttles low lighting. "Nothing. Its just that you look amazing, almost makes me believe the Empire's alive again." She smiled the whole time.
Vassisk watched as several Stormtroopers exchanged glances. Ex-Rebel's and Imperials alike. "Oh!" Vassisk smiled at Aya. "You really think so?"
She looked him up and down the grinned. "Yea!"
The shuttle exited the hanger and procede towards the newly arrived Icy Blizzard. A squadron of X-wings from a hanger below sped up and fell into escourt duty.
Wing Commander Julius Hetar (see posted bio on the sign-up thread) organized his squadron into the classic three diamonds parade formation around the Lambda class shuttle. He looked through his fighters canopy at the Star Destroyer they were approaching, he was wearing the traditional orange pilot's jumpsuit and headgear and underneath was his dress uniform. A tan Imperial-styled uniform with his Wing Commanders insignia and rank. He also wore his blaster pistol. The hum of the X-wings engines brought Hetar a sense of comfort.
((Thanks DB luv ya too! xoxox!))
the pilot of grens lambda slowed the ship to a complete halt at the edge of the blizzard's private hanger. the pilot spoke into his commlink. "roger that, awaiting clearance."
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daren turned to gren in the shuttle compartment. "did the grand admiral tell you who the guest was?" gren turned back, frowning. "unfortunately not."
in the dark void of space wregage and ship debris floated around smashing into each other and breaking into smaller debris. Jacen woke up bent over a computer console. he removed his helmet due to a crack in the visor and looked arround. pretty much eveveryone on the bridge was obviousy dead and floating around the bridge. Jacen unbuckled from his seat and checked on Juno and Corran, both were alive and from first glance werent damaged badly. Jacen floated over to the console and smacked it and watched it flicker to life...somewhat. the moniter stated that the back half of the ship was blown the pieces, but luckily it had been sealed off after devasting casualities. the air in the bridge was geting thinner because of the down life support. it was then that a bright light was shot into the bridge through the windows by an Interceptor IV frigate, which either scanned for life or saw him block the light with his hands because they sent a transport over to board the ship's remains and rescue the survivors.
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hours later, jacen was on the bridge of the Interceptor IV frigate, which was named The Cyclon, (not Cyclone) and found out that of the 25,000 crew members only 500 survived. thats when the body of an old man smashed against the view window
((Welcome back EH, I'm glad you ain't lost your touch.))
Vassisk's shuttle settled into the hanger bay he had been assigned. It was much larger than the one assigned to Admiral Gren's ship and could accomodate his X-wing supports easily.
PA & Communictions: "You have clearance to depart your ships. Please wait in the hangers you are assigned until a guide arrives to bring you to your meeting."
Hetar popped his canopy and hopped out. He quickly ditched his flight overalls and gear in his fighters cockpit and, in dress uniform, he approached Vassisk's shuttle as the ramp lowered and six Elite Stormtrooers departed. The troops formed a line of three guards on either side as Commander Sraf walked down and onto the deck. She was followed by the Grand Admiral who was flanked by the Dark troopers. Hetar whistled at the sight of all the crisp uniforms, the shiny bone-white armour of the Stormtroopers, and the darker metallic gray of the Dark troopers.
The Grand Admiral looked across the hanger to see Captain Juion Harsom heading his way. They greeted and Harsom lead the group comprising of Grand Admiral Fardin Denzral Vassisk, Wing Commander Julius Hetar, Commander Aya Sraf and two Dark troopers out into the adjecent hallway. Vassisk discussed in low tones with Juion as they caught up with old times. At the mention of Captain Pallaeon, one of Thrawn's 'padawan' so to speak, the Grand Admiral smiled to himself.
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A Lieutenant greeted Gren and his troops and led them out of their hanger.
(( Anyone have any idea who my special canon character is? PM me... 😄 ))
~you mean Pellaeon or somebody you havn't introduced yet? and who said anything abut jakar being dead?~
Jacen stood at the bridge of The Cyclon, staring off into space "order the remaining fleet to head for Endor, i need to meet with our allies" jacen ordered the aptain who followed the command.
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Lieutenant Sackoff led the salvage team through the battlefield with a sigh. they were acle to pick up alot of scrap metal and partial frames, weapons that were vented into space, as aother team scavanged for bodies to bring back to mandalore
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Juno sat in the sick bay with a concuscion. she read a magazine on her holo-pad as jakar slept on a chair in the corner
you said old man you i ust assumed XD ))
Satana jumped into her fighter and worked hard to make contact with Jacen's ship. "Come in (?), repeat come in (?). This is Satana. Please respond." She paused and with no response continued. "Jacen respond! I'm on Endor with Raz. A man by the name of Daran said there is a chance you were hurt... Please Jacen respond!...Corran.. Juno?.. Jakar! Some one respond!..." She sighed and leaned back in her seat, a feeling of helplessness swept over her.
Corperal Daran and two other scouts made it through the clearing after Setana. He motioned them to remain hidden and he approached Setana's fighter. He waited patiently behind the fighters fuslage.
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(No it ain't Pallaeon... these are just throw-backs to the canon character I'm introducing. Guess by PM... I'll quote a previous post that I made. Then try and figure it out.)
She sighed heavily and rubbed her eyes before jumping out. She jumped seeing Daran and drew her blaster, though she didnt aim it at him. "Something you need, or are you just following me for fun?" With her other hand she slowly reached for the extra com piece, switching it on. Raz raised his head from where he was laying in the den and listened carefully.
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Originally posted by JedireaperThis is the clue 🙂 ))
Captain Juion smiled. "The Star Destroyer Icy Blizzard 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 Blizzard of my immenant arrival."
Juion bowed. "Yes, I will do so, personally." The Captain left with a feeling of jubilation.