Bastion Customs Station

Sun Jun 06, 2010 6:07 am by Matar Lyndruss

:: This is Bastion Orbital Control, you are cleared to dock. If you prefer you may also re-route to Ravelin on the surface. Officers from Imperial Intelligence will meet with you shortly. ::

Sun Jun 06, 2010 9:17 pm by Arkhan Miderve

::Roger, commencing landing and re-routing to Ravelin.::

The Jedi pulled back on the throttle and the shuttle took off past the station.

Finally, they would have some kind of impact on the fate of the universe.

And the future.

Mon Aug 09, 2010 6:10 pm by Aaron Sheppard

*In the vast array of space, stars could be seen, planets in the distance could be gazed upon in all their glory.. or lack thereof. However this was not just any planet, this planet was Bastion. In the darkened space near the planet, quite a ways out could be seen a brilliant flash of light as a ship entered the system. As it drew closer, if one could see it's hull against the blackness of space, coupled with the ship's matte black finish, one would see it was a Crescent Class Transport. One blaster turret could be seen, towards the aft part of the ship, otherwise it appeared unarmed. The ship silently approached the Customs station, it's position still a ways out when a transmission was made, it's destination the Custom Station's communications array.*

:: This is Alpha Seven X-Ray, Crescent Class Transport the Ex Curia, requesting permission to land planetside. Two aboard, we have business with the Phoenix Imperium. Waiting for landing confirmation. Out. ::

*The pilot of the "Ex Curia" let the ship float towards the space station, but waiting, pausing for confirmation of their request. The man was wearing a rather form fitting navy blue shirt, a harness clipped to a utility belt, clipping in the back and twice in the front. On right thigh, in a heavy duty leather holster rested a .48-caliber Enforcer pistol. Attached to the harness he wore were more magazines of ammunition for the weapon. He leaned back in his seat, clasping his hands behind his head as he awaited a response. They'd been traveling for days to reach Bastion, and he was tired of waiting. He was patient, but to be honest, his patience was growing thin. He turned his head, halfway looking down the corridor which led deeper into the ship. He smirked as he began to speak.*

"McHanson, you ready for this? Wouldn't want to show up and have you in your skivvies. Get up and get moving. Dress well, not those grubby things you usually wear, and arm yourself with a sidearm. Nothing too major. We're not here to wage war."

*The two had been working together for quite some time now. As the man leaned back in his chair, a small velcro patch on his left breast could be seen. On it was written: Sheppard. This was Aaron Sheppard, the pilot of the "Ex Curia", and the weapons expert. You could give him any weapon, and he'd be proficient with it. You could name any pistol or rifle, and blaster weapons, and he'd heard of it and could probably tell you how much it cost and where to find them. Not to mention rattle off some statistics for you. The man had been special forces, now gone into the private sector. He was an expert at many things, none of them were women's work. He rested, awaiting a reply from control...*

Mon Aug 09, 2010 9:14 pm by Matar Lyndruss

:: Ex Curia, this is Bastion Orbital Control. Please declare crew, passengers, cargo and reason for visit. Following this you are cleared to land in Ravelin and proceed to the Imperial Palace via ground transport. Arranging a meeting may take some time, so feel free to make use of the palace services. ::

Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:12 am by Borsk Bwua'tu

I don't like his voice, Aaron. Its to nice.

I'll pack light, the day I die.

*George said as he rifled the ear with a seargent's voice. He was on a mission. This was just a place to do it. he would be ready for anything. He looked at Aaron and signaled him to answer. He went back and hid in a smuggler's hold. Just say one man, he said in a whisper.*

Fri Aug 13, 2010 9:54 am by Aaron Sheppard

Matar Lyndruss wrote::: Ex Curia, this is Bastion Orbital Control. Please declare crew, passengers, cargo and reason for visit. Following this you are cleared to land in Ravelin and proceed to the Imperial Palace via ground transport. Arranging a meeting may take some time, so feel free to make use of the palace services. ::

*The man whom we have previously identified as Sheppard leaned forward after receiving the transmission from Bastion Orbital Control. He smirked as he heard the message, relaxing. He began to pilot the ship towards the surface. As he did so, he also looked back towards where George McHanson, his brother in arms had been.*

George McHanson wrote:I don't like his voice, Aaron. Its to nice.

I'll pack light, the day I die.

*George said as he rifled the ear with a seargent's voice. He was on a mission. This was just a place to do it. he would be ready for anything. He looked at Aaron and signaled him to answer. He went back and hid in a smuggler's hold. Just say one man, he said in a whisper.*

*Sheppard pointed backwards at the man, his eyes squinted.*

"Now McHanson, I don't want you doing anything stupid. And I would suggest you learn to pack light. Like I said, we're not here to assault the place, we're here to have a meeting. I'd suggest you stay with the ship while I do some recon, scout out the place and try to schedule a meeting with a PI representative. We've got the bugs and IGG hooked up to my equipment and you'll be able to access it from the weapons station. Keep tabs on me, and if you see anything fishy, comm me and we'll get the hell out of here. Now, stay quiet."

*Sheppard leaned forward to his console, quickly opening a comm channel to BOC (Bastion Orbital Control).*

:: This is Alpha Seven X-Ray, Crescent Class Transport the Ex Curia, Crew is one. Passengers, negative. Cargo, Negative. Reason for visit, business. Ex Curia Out. ::

*Sheppard closed the comm channel and piloted the ship towards Ravelin...*

Tue Aug 31, 2010 9:42 am by Borsk Bwua'tu

*McHanson uttered something low under his voice and went back into the shadows. They were on a mission but still he would never pack light. He was a harbinger not a kriff Santa Claus. He smiled as he went away and hid. He checked the systems diagnostics as he was in the secret compartment.*

Only time will tell, but I will not pack light.

*he uttered to himself.*

Mon Nov 08, 2010 8:16 pm by Arkhan Miderve

*Jerod takes a public transport to the station and another to get where he is going off world.*

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