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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 19, 2009 19:50:24 GMT -5
The information was on the datapad but she could just say it. "We are expecting a fairly large mercenary force on the station. Intelligence lowball say forty to sixty. Three different hutts store weapons on this station so they all have mercs watching the other mercs. But you should try to avoid combat before the spacetroopers arrive. We are sending to full Gamma-class Assualt Shuttles and they well make quick work of the mercs." Celestial turned around and headed to the bridge. She figured he could handle the mission. In reality it was a mission to she if she made the right choice putting him in charge of the squardon.
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Post by bruinfamer on Jan 20, 2009 18:36:11 GMT -5
Oron saluted the Admiral as she walked away and turned to a blast door that was opening, revealing the Coruscant Female and the Cathar Male. They must be Kira and Jasirm. Each had of their equipment and stood in front of Oron, saluting him.
"Reporting for duty, Lieutenant." said both of the soldiers.
Oron saluted them back."Good to have you aboard. I assume you have been briefed on the mission?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, your fighters are there. When we reach Nal Hutta, engage the stealth systems and we'll take it from there, lets go."
Oron climbed into his cockpit as Kira and Jasirm climbed into their fighters. All three ships rumbled to life as they flew out of the hangar. Oron turned his head and saw the two Shuttles full of troops fly out of the hangar. Locking in the coordinates, the ships blasted off into hyperspace, on their way to Nal Hutta.
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Post by Zero on Jan 21, 2009 0:34:08 GMT -5
This is Ensign Ash Lightning to the Fifth Fleet. Requesting permission to land. I repeat. This is Ensign Ash Lightning of the Republic to the Fifth fleet, requesting permission to land.
A pleasure Yacht and eight starfighters exited hyperspace near the forest moon of Endor. the four X-Wing and X-83 TwinTail starfighters took up flanking positions around the larger yacht. Together, they flew to the Flagship of the Fifth Fleet.
Inside the yacht, Ash sat at the pilot chair, right arm braced and tied tightly due to multiple fractures. Ash's medical droid patched that up relatively quickly, but Ash didn't have a chance to have a short bacta dip for his arm, but he would real relatively quickly, and he always had. Ah, the beauty of an efficient body was a wonder. He didn't let any stray thoughts enter his head as he flew the yacht. [/sub]
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 21, 2009 12:28:23 GMT -5
Fleet Admiral Celestial walked over to the communication council and pushed a button which linked her headset directly into the communication equipment. "Copy that Ensign. Please head to hanger bay to and cut power. The tractor beam will bring you and your allies onboard. Then report to the Admiral Celestial quarters for assignment. “ Celestial terminated the communication and looked at Captain Cromwell, "When the marine get the signal to land, send a the Raptor Corvette Wing and two Blockade Runner Corvette wings to protect the storage facility. I well return after meeting with Ensign Lightning." Celestial saluted and walked off the bridge back to her room. She needed to prepare to talk with Ensign Lighning about his new position in the Fifth Fleet.
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Post by Zero on Jan 21, 2009 14:37:23 GMT -5
Copy that. Over and out.She sounds way too familier...
Ash crused towards teh large ship, and cut power to the engines. He felt the tractor beam hook him and the other fighters up, and was carried onboard. He was nearly finished with shutting down the systems when the yacht when they were set down.
The drop door was opened by the time Ash left the cockpit. He zipped up his black shirt, checked to make sure his vibro-swords were in place on his back, and with the baster pistols on his thighs, and left the ship into the hanger. Ash's Mandalorian flight group had their cockpit windows opened, but they sat in their chairs still.
Ash himself went to where he was suppose to. His arm throbbed slightly, but he ignored the pain as he walked to the admiral's room, and nocked on the door. [/sub]
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 21, 2009 16:29:08 GMT -5
Celestial was working on a datapad when she heard a knock. "Enter." Celestial shouted through the door, not look up from her pad. When the door open she she finally looked up at Ash. "Welcome Ensign Lightning. Please take a seat. We got some things we need to talk about. And close the door behind you." Celestial was in her admiral's uniform with the collar unbutton and her hair pulled back in a pony-tail.
The room was considerable more inviting then when Oron was in it. In her free time she created several images of stellar phoneme, which were framed on the walls. She had had her Olbio trees and her pet Ysalamir. She even had a model of the RNS Bravery which she built. However her desk was a disaster zone. Spread across him desk where datapads concerning fleet reports, personnel reviews, and several personal ideas which she was writing down.
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Post by Zero on Jan 21, 2009 22:48:43 GMT -5
Ash couldn't hide the smile that graced his face as he looked at Cele. He closed the door and let his eyes scan the room, and he couldn't help but look at what was on the data pads on the desk. His superb eyesight read what was on them, but slightly because of the glancing look. After sitting down, he looked right at Cele, and folded his stiff right hand over his left one.
If I would have known you were an admiral, I would have made a better first impression, than the one I did. How have you been, Cele?
Ash smiled and almost let it slide into a grimace. Pain lanced through his arm, but he ignored it and smiled again. [/sub]
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 21, 2009 23:27:25 GMT -5
Celestial noticed him glancing at her datapads. It would not do him any good, sense all them were written in Celestial language, which had been dead for millions of years. It was the way she encoded her in case someone was to break into her office.
She then looked at him. "They made me one when they figured out who really was. They figured thirty four million years of experience on the outer rim give you some unique perspective. But let’s get down to business. I well make this clear. As a direct order you are not to state may nature as a synthetic to anyone on the crew. It can complicate command and unity among the fleet." Celestial was firm in her order, driving home the importance of it.
Celestial then removed a datapad from under a pile and handed it to Ash. "Your assignment. You well be piloting the number five craft in Reaper Squadron under Lieutenant Oron. They are an elite unit that handle both the duties of a starfighter squadron and a special force unit. You well be the flight leader for fighters six, seven, eight and nine. Your craft is in the hanger bay currently, number 2-5. Any questions that you would like answered?" Celestial was had a much softer tone now she was not giving him a direct order.
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Post by Zero on Jan 21, 2009 23:34:04 GMT -5
I promise that I will not reveal your true nature so long as I live, or until you say otherwise.
Ash smiled and took the data pad in his good hand, and looked over his assignment. His bad arm twitched in pain at the thought of piloting a extremely fast craft. working on the ground didn't bother him, but flying did.
Is there any other information I should know about? Any unknown and snags that I may facing against?
Ash let his right hand drift out in a classic questioning position. [/sub]
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 21, 2009 23:57:04 GMT -5
Celestial looked at him. "You well be going into the unknown every time you got out. There is only two things you should know. I have not finished the roaster for the squadron, you are only number four, but I have several candidates which I am selecting from. Then also your fighters have been partly retrofitted, but we still got several upgrades to improve performance planned." She looked at her watch, trying determining where she expected Oron to be in his mission. "Currently the members of Reaper are on mission. Once they return and we well upgrade the ships weapons pack and they well be sent out on another mission." Celestial grabbed another datapad from the pile and decoded it. She handed it to him. "This is all the information about the King Cobra and the Reaper Squadron which I have assembled so far. You all bunk together in room Beta 2243. I would suggest you got and get some rest." Celestial stood up and saluted Ash. She figured he did not have any more questions or comments.
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Post by Zero on Jan 22, 2009 0:10:02 GMT -5
Ash took this second data pad and looked it over. The King Cobra looked fast and deadly. That was what Ash was, and this suited him perfectly.
If you need anything else, Cele, just give me a ring, Alright?
Ash smiled and saluted with his bad arm. He ignored the pain and turned sharply and left the room without looking back. He made his way to his room, and noticed the other bunks that were taken. Ash made a bunk near the far wall his, and sat his blasters on it. He kept his swords, like always.
He made his way back to his Yacht, and gathered what few material possessions he had, and brought them back to his room. He had one of the Mandalorians he was flying with help him. They would stay in the yacht while Ash was here. Once Ash was mostly settled in, he laid flat on his stomach on the bunk and was instantly asleep. He would reinforce the bunk for his mass when he had a chance. Nearly 400 pounds was nearly too much for the bed. [/sub]
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Post by Zero on Jan 23, 2009 10:35:21 GMT -5
About six hours later, Ash awoken. He was on his back now, but at least the bed didn't break. He took a quick shower and redressed, and after putting his hair in its lazy spikes, started walking around the large ship, and somehow, his wandering brought him to the bridge. [/sub]
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2009 11:54:05 GMT -5
Celestial had already returned to the bridge by the time Ash had made his way up there. Her hair was still pulled back in the pony-tail, but his time she had a set of headphones on as she stood at the central fleet control monitor and looked over statues reports coming in. "God damn it Captain. If the Light Star cannot gets its gravity well generators to track on of your corvette, how the hell are we to stop a pirate from jumping away." Celestial paused and took a breath. "What do you need to get those gravity well projectors moving quick enough?" There was several seconds of pause as Celestial listen to the captain. "Fine. I well send over a shuttle with the equipment and a few extra engineers. I expect this done by 0430 Captain. Be prepared to for another test any time after that. Bravery out." Cele quickly turn to Captain Cromwell. "Send Specialist Zos and Chief Andrews over to the Light Star with this equipment." Cele wrote down a large list of equipment which the Bravery had in reserves and then handed it over to the Jonathan. He saluted and headed to an aid to do the task.
It was at his time Celestial noticed Ash. She walked over to him, "Welcome to CIC, ensign. This is the nerve center of the entire fleet." She smiled and then looked at him. "Is there something I can do for you?" As an Admiral it was strange to talk to an Ensign in this manner, but he was a member of Reaper Squadron. Reaper pilots got special treatment because of the nature of their mission.
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Post by Zero on Jan 23, 2009 15:18:23 GMT -5
No, I was just walking around. Whats going on with the gravity well projectors?
Ash cocked his head as he looked out at the space outside. The combat specialist doubled as a mechanic, but he was better with smaller stuff, like fighhters, droids, and weapons. Something like that was somewhat beyond him. Besides light repairs, fighting, flying, and commanding forces, he was mostly useless, but he was a fast learner. [/sub]
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Post by Odan Thos on Jan 23, 2009 16:05:12 GMT -5
Cele looked at him as she processed data coming in over the wireless. "As any good admiral, I have been drilling the fleet to insure combat performance is operating within ninety-eight percent efficiency. But the problem is the Fifth Fleet is always the last to get resupplied and our ships our always at the bottom of the list for shipyard repairs." She paused for a second and spoke over the headset. "Give me a break Captain, I know the fuel is wreaking havic with your engine, just do double maintenance until I can obtain a better source." She looked back at Ash with a slight smile on her face. "I swear some of these captains would need me to hold their hand to just to take a leak. But back on topic. It turns out that the gyrostabilizer and drive motors on three of the Light Star's gravity well generators are shot. They cannot even keep up with a Picard-class cruiser if they wanted to, let alone a smugglers transport. So I am stealing for the Bravery's to repair them, sense I know we will need the interdictor in the coming weeks." She smiled. She would gladly trade position with Ash right now. To be a cobra pilot, free of the worries of the minor problem in the fleet.
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