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Post by Farren Sefu on Jan 2, 2018 19:20:14 GMT -5
*Contined from "Suddenly, Babysittng."*
Hyperspace, oddly enough, was never as appealing to Farren to look at as real space was. The monotony and speed of it just didn't have the same allure. It reminded him of old calming holograms he would watch, just the mindless swirls and dancing lights to meditate to. He was pleased when they dropped out of hyperspace in visual range of the planet, and was glad the flight hadn't taken too long. From his count, it was only a few hours. What he saw, though, was beyond what his informant had led him to believe.
The entire planet was blocked by a shield, with a single gate entry point, and surrounding that were all manner of Imperial ships, from cargo ships going through the gate in both directions, to various support ships, and even a handful of Light Command Cruisers. It was a good thing they had come out of hyperspace beyond the range of their scanners or they would have been dead already.
"By the force....." Farren said under his breath. "This place is more heavily guarded than that pilot led me to believe. Whatever they're building down there, it's going to be big. I want to go in for a closer look, but now isn't the time. No way we'd get out in one piece. In any case, keep your eyes peeled. The ship we're here for should be arriving shortly right nearby us." The latter statement was directed at Aayla.
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Jan 2, 2018 19:33:17 GMT -5
She audibly growled. “You made it seem like this would be a simple in-and-out. I have personally seen at least 4 of these ships before! If we’re seen, we’re DEAD,” she hissed, almost as if she was afraid to speak too loud. She shifted in her seat, sitting on her good leg to get a better vantage point. “What am I supposed to be looking for, exactly? Is this one of those ‘you’ll know it when you see it’ moments? More importantly - will the ship arrive in their range or no?” She didn’t want to seem doubtful. She knew she could do this. But if those ships became even slightly aware of who was sitting a little ways away from them - they would blow the little criminal tin can across the galaxy.
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Post by Farren Sefu on Jan 3, 2018 14:46:22 GMT -5
"Relax, young one." Farren said, standing up and looking out the viewport. "Yeah, it's a little hotter than I expected, but that's the point. All ships entering this area are required to enter real space just outside of scanning range, and then enter at a certain speed, to allow adequate time for scanning and credentials checks. As long as we stay here, we're fine. We are out of visual range, and we haven't been painted by scanners. And yes, this is a 'you'll know it when you see it' moment. Our target is due any second."
As if on cue, a ship appeared on their radar, dropping out of hyperspace. It was a Zeta-class cargo shuttle, and it was flying by right along side them. "Bingo. Now, to make sure they pay us more attention than their mission." Farren smirked as he hunched over the control console and flipped the comms on. "Mayday! Mayday! This is courier shuttle 'Wampa 3' calling for aid. Repeat: this is courier shuttle 'Wampa 3' calling for aid! Is anyone there!?"
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Meanwhile, on the imperial shuttle.......
"Lieutenant, we're being hailed by a cargo ship in our area," a stormtrooper called, upon hearing the distress call. The lieutenant, the on duty commander of the 5 person crew, consisting of himself, three stormtroopers, and a pair of pilots, walked over to the trooper calling him and listened to the distress signal. Opening his channel, he called out a reply. "Courier shuttle 'Wampa 3, we read you. This is Lieutenant Kern of the Imperial Navy. You are in restricted space.State your business and status. You have 30 seconds to comply. Over."
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Jan 3, 2018 14:58:30 GMT -5
“WHAT THE FLYING FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” She said, whirling on him once she knew the comm was off. This was it. The old bat had lost his mind. He was tired of being a hermit, he didn’t trust her, and so now - he was just going to have the Imperials poof them into space dust. Or worse. “You should have just killed me back there! I can’t believe you’ve done this, I - ...this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” She said, her voice quieting and her eyes flicking to the ground. “There are only 3 outcomes for this - they’re going to blow us up, you’re going to turn me in, or ... you have some STUPID plan that you’ve failed to fill your pilot in on. Which is it, so I know how much time I have to beat the life out of you.”
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Post by Farren Sefu on Jan 3, 2018 15:26:55 GMT -5
Farren put his hand over Aayla's mouth as the Imperial ship replied. "Shut. Up. I'm a wanted man, too. Even more than you are. Even I'm not stupid enough to call the Empire over just to hand you over. If I was planning on turning you in, I'd have brought a ship with an escape pod and launched you out. Now, tell me, Miss Pilot, how were you planning on docking with an Imperial ship without raising suspicion. That ship has weapons I want, and I can't exactly go outside and grab them. So we have to do it this way. I'll take care of the crew, you just worry about docking and escaping. Think you can manage that without blowing the operation?"
He released her mouth and went back to the comms. "Thank you! Yes, I hear you! My copilot and I were delivering prou and valuable decorations from Mandalore for some fancy to-do party on Coruscant. We were ambushed by pirates when my pilot panicked and made an uncharted jump into hyperspace. It's just dumb luck we didn't end up inside a star. But now we're out of fuel and our long range transmitter was knocked out. We kindly ask permission to board and make use of your communication systems to call our boss for a replacement ship or supplies."
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Upon hearing the explanation, Lieutenant Kern scratched his chin. It was an unusual story, but pirate activity had picked up since the regime change, and this beat up ship didn't appear to be much of a threat. "Permission granted to dock and call out. Extend your docking arm and we will come around. Your pilot is to remain on board for ship stability, while you come use our comms. Your identity will be checked, so make sure to have your permit at the ready." He nodded at one of the pilots and the ship maneuvered into place, preparing to dock.
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Jan 7, 2018 23:34:52 GMT -5
Aayla sat back and pouted, crossing her arms. “You could have at least warned me,” she muttered. “After all of the scary things that have happened to me today - you’d want to, oh I don’t know, spare me any other heart attacks for the day, you brainless goon,” she added, leaning her chin in her hand... Until she heard the rest. “Hey - you didn’t happen to have a couple of fake identifications that you also didn’t tell me about, right? Because you’re about to have your ass handed to you if not.”
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Post by Farren Sefu on Jan 8, 2018 15:44:04 GMT -5
"Fret not, Stubs. I got this covered." Farren flipped a switch and extended the docking arm from the ship. The Imperial ship maneuvered into position and latched on. Steam shot out from the corners of the door and a green light turned on, indicating it was safe to open. When it did, two stormtroopers were standing in the docking tube waiting, their E-11 blaster rifles across their chest in the ready position. Behind them, Lieutenant Kern appeared and stepped through his troops.
"Greetings, sir. I am Lieutenant Kern. I apologize that you found yourself in this situation, but I need to follow protocols. Please produce your identification credentials." He said, reaching out his hand.
Farren smiled and shook Kern's hand, before returning his hand to his sides. "Thank you for your kindness, sir, but you don't need to see my credentials," Farren replied, waving his hand in front of Kern.
"I don't need to see your credentials," Kern repeated, a glazed look coming over his face.
"You will escort me to the weapons cache on this ship," Farren said, waving his hand again.
"I will escort you to the weapons cache on this ship," Kern repeated. He turned around and walked back into the ship. The troopers, however, didn't seem to be affected by Farren's mind trick and leveled their weapons at him. In a swift motion, Farren flicked both his hands towards each other. In response, the weapons the stormtroopers were holding flew out of their owners hands and smashed the other in the head, and the both fell to the ground in unconscious heaps. Farren then picked up one of the rifles, set it to stun, and force threw the other onto his own ship. This all happened before Kern made it to the end of the hall and back onto his own ship.
Once he was done with the troops, Farren boarded the ship and followed Kern to the entry way of the weapons cache. "Wait here," Farren said, waving his hand again.
"I will wait here," Kern replied. Farren turned around and walked towards the cockpit, where he found two pilots at the controls.
"What's going on back there, Kern? We heard some thudding," one of them said, a slight chuckle in his voice.
"Thudding like this?" Farren replied, and before the pair could turn around, he used the force to knock their heads together and they slumped onto the controls. However, as the copilot fell, he landed on the weapons controls and triggered the firing of the laser cannons on full auto. "Oh, shit...." Farren muttered to himself. With no objects in the way, the lasers would travel clear to the shield gate and were sure to be noticed by someone. Time was up. Farren ran back to the weapons area, where he found Kern holding his head and shaking it, coming out of a daze. Kern looked up and saw Farren running back.
"You're no lost courier! You're a Jedi! Stop!" Kern reached into his coat and pulled out a Model 44 Blaster Pistol, and opened fire on Farren. Farren was able to dodge the shots, and began returning fire with his new blaster, firing stun shots at Kern. Kern was quick to react and took cover behind a storage box. Farren didn't waste time and force pushed the box, knocking Kern over and catching him in the back of the head, rendering him unconscious.
"Damn. I needed him awake to get in the easy way. Oh, well. Time for the long way." Farren muttered to himself. Raising up his wrist, he activated his comlink which was tied in to his ship. "Aayla. You there? Things didn't exactly go to plan in here. Keep an eye on those Imperials to see if they react to the shots! Keep me posted. I'm getting the weapons." With that, Farren reached into his cloak and pulled out his lightsaber, which he ignited and shoved into the door frame, and began to cut through.
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*Continued from Captain of the Guard*
Meanwhile, on board a nearby Arquitens-class command cruiser.....
Margo Delora was staring out into space after speaking with her estranged partner and now co-captain. She turned to speak again when alarms sounded over the speakers. A voice called out over her intercom. "Captain! Shots fired from outside scanner range! They were unaimed and seemed random. No damage taken. Please advise!"
Margo whirled around to reply. "Launch a squad of fighters to investigate! I want a full report!" Looking back at Calla Midanyl, she spoke in a soft voice. "Looks like this command just got a lot more exciting."
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Jan 8, 2018 16:12:29 GMT -5
Aayla was starting to color herself impressed. “I wonder if I’ll be able to do that some day,” she thought, watching Farren before he disappeared around the corner... “But I’ll sure as Hell be more efficient,” she said aloud, listening to the blaster shots. It made her shudder. It was the last sound she wanted to hear.
She listened intently, looking to the window. Sure enough, she saw what she dreaded. “Squad coming our way - what were you thinking? Are you alright? How should I engage?” She asked, preparing herself. She was almost excited. No more following Imperial Battle Protocol. This was about to become fun...hopefully.
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A coy smile crossed red lips, but she sighed slightly. “A squad, Maggie, really? It’s probably just some nervous rookie who hit a trigger by accident. Seeing so many ships here, I’m suprised it doesn’t happen more often. Why not just call in? Ask what happened?” Callie, uncrossed her legs and stood, walking to the window to look out.
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Post by Jaren Rouhell on Jan 8, 2018 16:36:48 GMT -5
*Continued from The Shielded Planet*
Jaren was dosing when all of the sudden he hears a shot fly from the docked imperial ship. "What the hell?" He thought to himself. He then see's a squad of imperial fighters come from the planetary shield. "Finally some action!" He shouted to himself. He ignites his engines and readies his laser canons before shouting on all channels "Who ever you are out there, I hope you're up for a fight!" He flies over to where the Bounty hunter ship was and starts firing towards the squad of imperials. He tries to get the attention of the person piloting the HH-87. Jaren was thinking, "If I can get their attention we can make a coordinated plan of attack, and maybe we just might make it out of this alive."
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Post by Farren Sefu on Jan 8, 2018 17:52:10 GMT -5
Farren cursed as he got the news that fighters were inbound. A whole squad? 6 TIES for a little gun fire seemed excessive, but with the pirate attacks in the area, it made sense. Farren finally finished cutting through the door and it fell away, revealing a ladder that led to a large room filled with creates of weapons and explosives. "I read you! I just got in and I'll be damned if we leave empty handed. I can't get it all like I hoped, so I'm gonna take whatever I can carry. You can't fight back until I return and detach, so just put up the shields and shoot whatever flies in front of us!"
Farren jumped down into the hold and began going through the shelves and boxes. He found a small container of thermal detonators and threw them up to the level above. What really caught his attention, though, was a crate marked "EXTREME CAUTION REQUIRED". Farren opened it up and let out a small gasp. He closed the lid, and chucked the crate up the ladder before climbing out himself. As he was climbing up, the ship shook from impact, but it wasn't a direct hit. Suddenly, he felt something. A familiar presence....
"Aayla! Is anyone else out there besides those TIE's? What's going on? I've got a haul and I'm headed back!"
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"Misfire or not, Calla, I react to every disturbance with equal force every time. We've had our fair share of pirate raids and I don't take gun fire lightly. Sending 6 TIE's to respond is standard procedure here. You have a problem with that? Call Krennic." Margo said curtly. "We can't call out to them because they are out of range or not responding. Once we get visual confirmation, our pilots will inform us of the rest of the situation. With luck, we won't have to fire a shot."
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Jan 9, 2018 11:31:40 GMT -5
Aayla blinked. She blinked a good ten times. “Farren... It’s a Jedi class ship - I think it’s another Jedi. No one else flies those things. It’s firing on the TIES!” She said into the intercom, watching the TIES give chase. She threw the HH-87’s shields up, but wanted to fire back. But with things going the way they were, she thought better than to disobey a direct order. “HURRY UP, this guy’s gonna need our help.”
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She leveled Margo with an icy stare. “I suppose you have a point, but it was a ...single...shot. There’s no point in wasting resources in what could be a rookie mistake.” She turned her gaze back to the window, flipping dark waves back over her shoulder. “Tsk tsk, Maggie. Always one for an overreaction. We’ll have our answer either way. We’ll hear it six different times.”
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Post by Jaren Rouhell on Jan 9, 2018 11:57:44 GMT -5
When Jaren got the attention of the pilot, he realized the TIE fighters were closing in. He fired a few more rounds at them from his current position before flying directly towards the squad. He came within a few meters before pulling up sharply, trying to get a better offensive position. He managed to get behind two of the fighters and began firing at them, he hit one in the wing causing it to crash into the other. "Two down! " He shouted with excitement. He hadn't been in a real dog fight since the clone wars, and his job as a mercenary has been mostly escort missions, nothing to get his adrenaline rushing like it was now. He had two other TIES on his tail while the other two broke off and headed for the HH-87. " Shit! " He thought as he saw the two stragglers headed towards the other ship. He yelled to them, " You better be ready for some heat, you have two TIES headed your way! "
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Post by Farren Sefu on Jan 9, 2018 17:29:47 GMT -5
A Jedi ship? Impossible. Someone must have stolen it after the war from a dead Jedi. It's the only possible.....but that feeling. What is going on out there? Farren thought this and many other things as he grabbed the weapons he could and ran towards the gangway. One of the pilots was waking up, so Farren made short work of him by using the force to fire his borrowed weapon and stun him back to sleep, since his hands were full.
Farren ran across the tunnel and punched the air lock controls, slamming the door shut and separating this ships. "Go! Fire!" Farren yelled, while he punched in hyperspace cooridinates into the nav computer and switched on the comms. "Pilot of the Delta-7, you are flying a stolen ship! Identify yourself immediately or be shot down!" Farren called out, then muttered to himself about wishing he had a droid right about now. With the cramped space of the ship, a droid would probably just get in the way.
Farren watched as the Aethersprite zoomed around and shot down two of the TIEs and got cornered by the other two, while the remaining pair headed their way. "You've help us, pilot, so I'll give you one chance to live and explain what's going on." To Aayla, he called out "keep those two off of us! Whatever tricks you have, now would be the time!" Farren turned his attention towards the other two TIEs chasing the Jedi starfighter and reached out. One of them was slightly behind the other, so he focused on that one. With his eyes closed and arm outstretched, his closed his fist. On that TIE, the controls for the engine suddenly shut down and the TIE went into a drift.
"Captain Delora! My engines have shut down! Attempting to reboot! I think we're dealing with Jedi! There are multiple hostile ships, a smuggler's freighter and one a Jedi starfighter! I believe both are piloted by rebel Jedi!" The pilot called out over his comms. Within seconds, his engines reignited and he continued his pursuit of the Jedi starfighter, trying to catch up to his companion. Meanwhile, the final pair of TIEs was closing in on himself and Aayla, and Farren was helpless to do anything about it.
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Margo's face went pale when she heard the word Jedi. "Impossible!" She cried out. "Send 5 more squads out there now!!" she yelled into the intercom. Within a minute, 30 more TIE fighters flew out of the hangers of the Shield Gate, and flew off to intercept the enemy.
"And you wanted to protect the Jedi...." Margo said, shooting Calla a sideways glance.
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Jan 10, 2018 14:19:49 GMT -5
Aayla did as she was told without hesitation, firing on the TIES. Watching the other one stall, she kicked her good leg out, landing a meaningful blow on Farren’s shin. “You -know- he just sent out a distress signal, right? That others now know there’s a possible Jedi here? We’re so dead!” She hissed, taking one of the TIES down... before watching the legion of ships coming their way. “Oh no... Farren...”
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“I still do. They’re important. One rogue will not sway my opinion of them. And you’re about to destroy him?” She shifted her weight, hugging herself. She played it off as a nonchalant crossing of her arms. But she was more nervous than she let on. ”Come on... Get out of there...” she thought, turning to Margo. “What’s the point of destroying when you can capture? You find out far more when you interrogate someone when the’re alive. You know that, right?” She quipped.
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Post by Jaren Rouhell on Jan 10, 2018 16:30:16 GMT -5
Jaren heard the message from the HH-87 over his comms, but right now his focus is on the two TIES chasing him. They kept pace with him and he was starting to take some heavy fire from them, when all of the sudden the hits weren't coming as quick as before. He looked bag and saw that one of the fighters was drifting around in space. "What's going on? A technical bug perhaps?" He said to himself, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else going on with that ship.
With one TIE out of commission, Jaren thought he would answer the question he heard on the comms, "I am Jaren Rouhell, and I'm a Jedi, or at least I used to be. This is my Aethersprite, it has been since the clone wars. I thought I was the sole survivor of Order 66, but The Force drew me to this place. I sensed an other Force wielder here-" Just then the heavy fire started up again. The other TIE had finally rebooted and had caught up to his partner. Seeing that his shields were almost compromised and one of his cannons had been destroyed, Jaren had one last trick up his sleeve. He slowed his breathing, closed his eyes and held out his hand, he visualized the two fighters, he reached out with The Force, and grabbed one by the wing and pulled it into the accompanying TIE, causing both to go up in an explosion.
Jaren saw more squads of TIE fighters flying out of the shield gate. He was going to assist in taking out the last of the previous squad when he glanced down at his console, he was running low on fuel, his shields were destroyed, and had only one cannon left, he radioed the HH-87 "We need to get the hell out of here!"
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