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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 5, 2009 1:34:03 GMT -5
The Twilight Star came out of hyperspace in the Endor System. Celestial watched as the a five Raptor class Imperial Corvettes broke orbit heading at her at flank speed. She quickly pulled up a communication channel to the Nebula-class Star Destroyer RNS Bravery, "This Ensign Celestial. I am reporting for assignment as in Reaper squadron." Several seconds passed before the Raptor class Imperial Corvettes broke formation and head back to the fleet. A few more seconds and the Fleet Admiral came over the line. "Hold position, we well send a shuttle for you." Cele set the automatic pilot to head back to the Maw Fortress tell she finished her term of service.
The shuttle arrived at the Twilight Star and landed in one of the hanger bays. Cele was standing waiting for the ramp to lower. She did not want to show that she did not have a crew on her ships. Once the ramped lowered she walked onto the shuttle carrying a small bag of what would normally consider personal items. She took a seat and the shuttle left for the RNS Bravery.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 7, 2009 1:26:04 GMT -5
Celestial arrived on the RNS Bravery but the pilots got up and walked to her. "Ma'am, it was an honor piloting you." The both saluted and took a step back. Celestial looked at them slightly confused. "Well thank you for the smooth ride gentleman." She got up and also saluted. She was confused by this formal nature, she was only an ensign in the fleet, and both off the pilots outranked her. She grabbed her bag and headed for the ramp.
As the ramp lowered, Cele was shocked at what she seen. There was two columns of marines formed on either side of the ramp and three officers stood just off the ramp. Cele walked down the ramp and dropped her bag and saluted. "Fleet Admiral Jormar, Captain Cromwell, Commander Adama." She lowers her hand and looked at the troops. "Excuse me sir, what is with the formal reception. I doubt you do this for all ensigns." Celestial looked them in the eyes and it was clear she had no clue what was going on.
Fleet Admiral Jormar was the one that spoke. "You do not know? Did you not get your revised orders? Well, let’s walk and talk Fleet Admiral Celestial." He turned and held out his hand pointing towards the turbo lift. Celestial picked up her bag and started to towards the turbo lift next to Jormar. "You were not honest to the recruiter, but we found out the truth. You are the same Celestial that has popped up throughout history." The turbo lift open and the four people step in and head towards the conference room. "Here is the deal. I was promoted to Admiral in charge of the academy and Cromwell refused to give up his ship to become the new fleet admiral. So we left with bring in a new person. The Admiral; with approval of Supreme Chancellor Sourne, has chosen to place you in charge base on your pervious experance. Only the three of use and Doctor McKoy know your true nature as a computer AI and droid." The doors open and the four of them walked into the room. Jormar pulled out the new orders and handed them to Celestial. "Here are your orders Admiral. Congratulations." He held out his hand and they shock, followed by Cromwell then Adama.
Celestial quickly reviewed the orders and smiled. "Well thank you Admiral, Captain, Commander. I guest I only have one question... Where can I find a new uniform." The four of them laughed and Captain Cromwell offered to show her to her quarters while Admiral left for his new position at the Academy.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 8, 2009 9:46:44 GMT -5
Celestial stood in the middle of her room, it was completely empty. Admiral Jormar had removed his personal affects and she did not have anything to decorate a room with. She looked around feeling she was lacking in her ability to create astatically pleasing. She would do some research on the topic while she would normally be sleeping. She put on her uniform with her new admiral bar. Just before walking out she grabbed her sidearm, a silver disruptor with electrum inlay. She slid it into her lift holster and walked out of the room for the bridge. She wanted to run a few combat maneuvers to keep the crew alerts. It would also allow her to personally evaluate the performance of all the ships in the fleet.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 9, 2009 11:26:02 GMT -5
Celestial was on her way to the bridge when the alarmed sound and Captain Cromwell's voice came over the PA. "All crew prepare for hyperspace jump. I repeat, prepare for hyperspace jump." The PA cut out and the small group of crew that was in the same corridor as Cele took off run.
Cele herself ran over to the wall and activated a communication speaker. "Captain Cromwell, sit rep." Celestial stood at the terminal for a second before Cromwell came back through. "Coruscant was attack and Supreme Chancellor Sourne is in danger. We are preparing for the jump back to Coruscant now." Cele brain process the time it would take the fleet to reach Coruscant for their current location. They could never get there in time, not even with a .5 hyperdrive. She quickly spoke up, having formulated a new idea. "Forget the jump, get admirals of the second, third and forth fleets. We will need their help. I well be on the bridge in no time." Cele did not wait for the Cromwell to protest, just terminated the channel and took off running to the nearest lift.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 10, 2009 19:54:11 GMT -5
Celestial stepped onto the bridge and headed straight towards the conference room. As she walked pass Captain Cromwell she signaled for him to also come to the meeting. Cromwell nodded and told the communication officer to transfer the communications to conference room.
As Cromwell walked into the room, Cele stood in front of the large screen which was divided into three sections. On the screen stood three fleet admirals. Celestial stood calmly and spoke with great conference. "I have sent this message to beg you not to jump to Coruscant. We cannot do anything for the Supreme Chancellor. If this threat is real, the attackers well try to abduct the Chancellor they well want him for ransom." She paused to let the idea to set in. "To kill him gets them nothing but a quick death. I suggest we remain on high alert and in constant contact with Coruscant Orbital Control. They can vector us to their possible escape route and we can set up patrols in any possible worlds which are along that vector. It will take to long to get to Coruscant, but we can save him if they do get away with him." Cele looked at the Fleet Admirals hopping they well agree with her assessment of the situation.
Several seconds pasted before the Admiral of the Second Fleet's Admiral spoke. "This is crazy, we should be there to help..." But the Fleet Admiral of the Third Fleet interrupted him. "Fleet Admiral Celestial is right. You have my support Admiral. We well cover up the Mid Rim to the best of your abilities." The other two admirals fell into line and they agreed. Cele thanked them and screen turned off.
Celestial turned to Captain Cromwell. "I still do not know the fleet. I need captains in corvettes that I can trust. Recommendations?" Captain Cromwell looked at her after a second starting to list off a few names. She recorded the names in her databank and started to put together task force while she walked back onto the bridge and wait for COC to get back to them with the enemies vector.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 15, 2009 1:25:57 GMT -5
After the message to stand down from alert and her communication with the new fleet admiral, Celestial finally had the time to run the fleet through a series of drills in order to make she that the Fifth fleet was the best fleet in the entire Navy. It also would give her a chance to evaluate the Individual ships and determine groups that worked well together.
She turned to Captain Cromwell. "I well be in my quarters is you need me. I have some paperwork and planning to do. You are the boss, like always." Captain Cromwell saluted and Celestial saluted back. She then walked off the bridge heading her quarters.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 16, 2009 1:30:02 GMT -5
Celestial walked into her quarters and unbutton the top two buttons on her uniform. Her room was still almost completely empty minus a few things thing. Celestial had three small olbio trees in her room. She found it was a difficult challenge to get the olbio tree to survive off world, but after genetically reengineering the tree to make more adaptable to new environments it became possible. On one of the olbio trees rested Celestial pet Ysalamir. She moved it from tree to tree so it did not weaken on tree too much, but for the most part it stayed in her room.
Celestial walked over to a desk which only had a set of data pads lying across it. They were fleet statues, captain logs, and intelligence reports. Celestial looked at the datapads, realizing she did not want to read all these reports. She wanted to go down to the pilots lounge and just relax with the crew. She leaned back and picked up just one of the fleet statues report. She noticed that almost every ship needed some somewhat update to their computer systems. She started to think about the advantages she had over a human fleet admiral. She quickly pulled out a free pad and starting to write a computer code. It was different from the standard republic code.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jan 16, 2009 15:55:42 GMT -5
Oron's Shooting Star ship jumped out of hyperspace in front of the Fifth Fleet. He opened up a channel with the Commandship, or whoever is in charge.
"This is Ensign Oron, I have been assigned to the Endor system. Requesting permission to land." Oron tapped his lightsaber, hoping his superiors didn't think he was a Sith or whatever you wanna call it.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 16, 2009 16:57:43 GMT -5
A voice female voice came over the com-line. "Copy that Ensign, you a clear for landing on the RNS Bravery. Welcome to the Fifth Fleet." The voice cut out a landing data was transmitted to the WR-542 computer.
Meanwhile Celestial was sitting in her room working on her secret program. The program itself was not design to hurt anyone or anything, just make her job easier. It was primarily a "Open Backdoor" for aspects of her own program to communicated directly with a ships computer. It would work by using the hyperspace communication equipment and appear to be the standard variations in the transmitter’s power. This allowed her to initially access the statues reports of any ship along with their sensory data. She would be able to make the most accurate decisions based on the most up to date data. When she heard that Ensign Oron arrived she sent word to the hanger crew to direct him directly to her quarters. His records were not very clear and she needed to assign him to a position.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jan 16, 2009 20:41:30 GMT -5
"Roger that, ma'am." Oron, in a slight pain, guided the ship to the Nebula's hangar bay. He had seen one of these ships over Coruscant when the situation occurred. Oron was still in pain from the previous battle. He had patched some of his wounds but would require medical attention once he got off the ship. Reaching the hangar bay, he shut down the ships systems and opened the boarding ramp. Oron held onto the walls for balance and then when he reached the end of the ramp, collapsed.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 16, 2009 21:44:27 GMT -5
The hanger bay crew rushed towards the man that collapse. The deck chief slide to a stop right next to Oron as he pulled of his work gloves. He checked his pulse, he was still alive. "MEDIC!" The deck chief held waited with the man until the medics came with a stretcher. Looked at the wounded man and realize he had been through a lot. They loaded him onto the stretcher and took him to the medical bay.
The Bravery's medical bay was fairly advance thanks to the size of the ship. The quickly stripped him of his clothing and all items and quickly dumped him into a bacta tank. They sent a message to inform the Admiral.
Celestial sat in her office working on her program when a call came. It was the medical bay. "Sir, the new ensign collapsed when he arrived. It appeared he was greatly injured when he arrived. We have him in a bacta tank now, but I think you should come down and check his personal items." The medic hung up as another hurt crewmember arrived, and Celestial figured she did not have anything better to do.
So after buttoning up her uniform and holstering her sidearm she walked out of her quarters and headed towards the medical bay. It was several decks down, but instead of taking lifts she took the stairs, finding it separated her from most officers. When she got to the medical bay she was greeted by one of the doctors. "Admiral, your newest crewmember is stable, but we have no medical history for him. We thought this was strange until we found this in his robes." Cele took the saber and activated it. A yellow blade extended outwards, giving a hint to his identity.
Celestial quickly deactivated it and walked over the bacta tank he was floating in. "How long will he be in there doctor?" The doctor looked at the charts then handed them to Celestial. She read over them and looked back at him confused. "This can't be right. He does not look that bad off." Celestial looked back at Oron, who was healing a much higher rate than they expected. "Well doctor, keep me inform. Once he comes out of that tank, I still need to talk with him." The doctor nodded and saluted as Celestial walked out. Just before she did she glanced at the saber on last time.
She realize that a yellow blade was rare for a Sith, as they preferred the synthetic red crystal, but on the same level, a Jedi would not be assign to the navy as an ensign. She started to wonder if he was a self trained for user, and more importantly that she well be changing his assignment. She headed for the bridge to talk with Captain Cromwell about running a few mock fighter attacks.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jan 16, 2009 22:05:56 GMT -5
Oron could hear the voices outside the bacta tank talking, then a lightsaber activating. He was still sore but began moving his finger tips. His eyes slowly began fluttering open as he glanced over his surroundings. He had no idea what the hell had happened to him, nor did he plan on waiting. He saw a doctor and began moving his head, wanting to get out.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 16, 2009 22:17:07 GMT -5
The doctor noticed that Oron wanted out of the tank. He quickly checked his vital signs to insure he was in the green before started tank draining process. It would take a few minutes to drain the bacta from the tank and then raise the floor so he could step out. While the tank was draining the doctor called Celestial over the ships direct line. "Sir, Ensign Oron is coming out of the tank. I well hold him hear in the med bay tell you arrive." The doctor hung up and walked back over to Oron, seeing that all the bacta had drained from the tank.
After a few minutes Celestial arrived in the med bay with a datapad. She headed over to Oron, who was sitting on one of the beds in a white robe. "So, ensign Oron. We got some things to talk about and now is as good of time as any." Celestial looked over at his person belongings, and made it clear she knew about the lightsaber. She waited for him to speak.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jan 16, 2009 22:25:14 GMT -5
Oron rubbed his head as he watched a young looking woman walk in. She had on what looked to be a new uniform, then noticed her rank. Admiral. Oron thought to himself what she was doing here, then caught where she was looking. She was looking at his personal belongings, mainly his lightsaber."I suppose you want to talk about that." He said, pointing at it. Oron began to feel a bit better now, noticing some small bruises on his arms.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 16, 2009 22:32:32 GMT -5
Cele smiled slightly. "A little bight. Let’s start with the extent of training in the Force you have received. And please be as detailed as possible Ensign." Celestial was not using the datapad to take notes; she just sat it on the table next to Oron. She wondered if Oron possessed any useful skills that could help the Fifth Fleet be seen as the best fleet in the entire Republic.
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