Hanger

Wed Jan 18, 2012 7:55 pm by Zadea Riso Ordo

*It had taken a while for Zadea to track down the information as she hadn't actually been to the Ordo Home planet before, but she had found it, information was easy for an assassin to get her hands on. She lands her Pursuer Class Enforcement ship in the hanger, she even wore her Beskar'gam, its gleam of black and red armour hugged her body tightly as possible, and she looks down at her son, she smiles as she ushers him towards the landing ramp. They walk to it and exit her ship. Zadea then leads Abdel through the Hanger, they'd be sure to find what they were looking for here as she heads inside she reasserts her self, much as she'd hidden her emotions away it was still a hard desision.*

Sat Jan 21, 2012 5:33 pm by Jarvis Hunter Ordo

The Mandalorian Shuttle carrying Jarvis flew into the Citadel Hangar. The landing gear ejected, and the shuttle dropped to the bay floor. The ramp lowered and Jarvis stepped out in his full beskar'gam, the Pilot walked out shortly afterward and looked around briefly.
"Cantina's not too far from here if you want a drink. Though more to your style might be the nearby Training Complex; you might want to check that out. I'll comm you when we're ready to go."
"I'm sure I can find something to do." Jarvis answered. He wasn't interested in getting a tour of the place, but he did like the idea of seeing the Citadel's training complex.
The Pilot walked off to grab one of the maintenance crew to help him take care of the shuttle, while Jarvis made his way out of the Hangar.

Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:40 am by Cathaoir Ordo

*Making his way to his craft, a Firespray-31 Patrol and Attack craft, Cathoir paused. There he leaned against the craft and waited for Jarvis to enter.* *The night had been long and his blooding was pulsating through his veins. His senses risen. Conquest and battle did this to him.*

Mon Jan 23, 2012 12:00 pm by Jarvis Hunter Ordo

It did not take too long for Jarvis to get ready to go once he'd awoken, mentally or physically. He took care in placing beskar'gam on his pale body in a manner somewhat out of practice for the Mando who rarely removed his armour.
He had spent the night on board the Mandalorian Shuttle in the Hangar Bay, where he'd arrived after the meeting in Aliit'alor's office to inform the Pilot that he would be going off on a critical campaign with Ordo.
That would have been a previous post, but I got tired last night and decided not to write it.
Jarvis stepped down the ramp, beskad sheathed at his side, his two WESTAR-M5 Blaster Rifles slung over his back, and his favorite Heavy Repeating Blaster carried in his hands. It was a beast of a machine that Jarvis seemed to hold without any strain, a testament to his size and strength.
The big Mando made his way across the Hangar to where Cathaoir was waiting.
"Aliit'alor," he acknowledged the man with respect, "Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur."
When both were ready to leave, Jarvis would join Cath in the Firespray so that they could see themselves off to Adumar.

Mon Jan 23, 2012 2:28 pm by Cathaoir Ordo

*Upon seeing Jarvis exit the shuttle in which he had seeming spent the night in, Cathaoir allowed for the ramp to the Firespray to descend to the ground and reveal the inner cavity of the ship.* "Vode."*It was all he said to get Jarvis' attention**Immediately Cathaoir turned and filed into the craft. Once seated in the pilot's chair, he powered on it's systems, allowing for the engines to prep promptly. As the engines fired up in a low rumble, Cathaoir waited for the man to fasten himself into the seat to his right.*

Mon Jan 23, 2012 3:57 pm by Jarvis Hunter Ordo

Jarvis took his seat inside the Firespray. He made sure to strap himself in securely, as well as made sure his tray was closed and his seat remained in its fully upright position.
He also made sure to go to the bathroom before they left.
Suffice it to say he was ready to go.

Mon Jan 23, 2012 5:03 pm by Cathaoir Ordo

*Within seconds of Jarvis having found his seat and securing himself in it, the ship propelled upwards where it would hover for a moment as Cathaoir navigated his way out of the hanger. Once the hanger had been cleared, the ship jolted forward and up into the planet's atmosphere. While in the atmosphere, Cathaoir eyed the ship's systems carefully, paying careful attention that nothing fluctuated out of the ordinary. Before longer the Firespray had cleared the atmosphere and was heading toward the Kandosii Dreadnaught entitled Kad.*

Sat Apr 21, 2012 11:24 am by Cathaoir Ordo

The Firespray-31 Patrol and Attack Craft descended down toward the Citadel, piloted by the clan's Aliit'alor. Otherwise known as Cathaoir Ordo, the man was of baseline human ancestry and his figure was strong. However, these features were masked under the Beskar that plated his frame. But nevertheless, the ship and its occupant were on their way home, to the Citadel positioned in the mostly arid and desert environments of Ordo itself. Upon breaking within five thousand feet of the complex, an initiation protocol was sent out along with docking commands. Soon enough, the Firespray-31 would arrive at it's target destination and there it would set down, pistons and obsolete compressions whistling in an otherwise peaceful hanger. And once the engines had powered down, the ramp would descend, breaking the brief silence that had crept in between the two functions.

Shortly, though time never seemed to be consistent, Cathaoir appeared at the top of the ramp, clad in his Beskar'gam of black and blue. He stepped forward, slight, muffled 'clinks' resounding as foot trumped metal. Once cleared of the ramp, it reascended into its stationary position, tucked into the underside confines of the craft, leaving Cathaoir to himself and his own objectives to tend to.

So, he walked, trudged along, and hasted his way toward one of the doorways the marked an exit to the hanger, and there he proceeded onwards, to wherever his tasks were taking him.

Sun Apr 22, 2012 9:08 pm by Zadea Riso Ordo

*Abdel had knew Cath would be coming back and had been waiting for him. He smiles as he see's Cath exit his ship and head inside he hurries to fall instep with him. He'd done some wandering of the Citadel but know that his Mom had left back for Dathomir, he really didn't know what to do.*

Sun Apr 29, 2012 1:10 pm by Kraval Ordo

*The Firespray-class interceptor Jate'kara breaks away from the clouds above the citadel and takes a quick fly-by over it before finally landing within one of the enclosed hangers. When the Jate'kara finally landed, Kraval power down his vessel and made his way into the cargo hold to gather his gear. He walks off his vessel always in his full Beskar'gam of Red and Silver. He was armed with a Dissuader KD-30 slugthrower pistol and Mandalorian heavy blaster pistol, both tucked away in holster that are strapped to both of his thighs. He also as a Mandalorian assault rifle hanging of his right shoulder on a tactical sling with his right hand near the trigger. Also a Beskar Mandalorian survival knife in his right boot, when things get a little messy. Kraval looks around a bit at the hanger before making his way towards the interior doors that would take him further into the Citadel.*

Sun May 06, 2012 2:52 pm by Tári Ordo

*Tári had wandered into the hangar some time ago. She liked to come here sometimes and look at all of the ships that people owned. Sometimes there'd be a new ship she hadn't seen in person before, but most of the time, they were usually the same ships, so she'd spend time admiring a different ship each time she came here. Sometimes the owner of the ship would even appear and tell her more about it, which was always interesting. If there was one thing she couldn't help but notice though... There were too many Firesprays. An interesting-looking ship to be sure, but far too common; Tári swore that one day, when she was finally able to get her own ship, she definitely wouldn't be getting a Firespray.*

Sun May 06, 2012 6:55 pm by Cathaoir Ordo

Finally, making his way back into the hanger again, after what had seemingly been just a few short moments, Cathaoir neared his Firespray-31. For the most part, the hanger was dead today with the exception of three or four vode going about maintaining their respective space-faring craft. That, and there was a smaller girl, one that Cathaoir had seen around and even on occasion, taken to a Tihaar with. Hell, this "Tári" was probably more of the more promising ade within the clan.

He stopped for a moment and brought his right arm up where he could more easily access the wrist comlink. Then, Cathaoir replayed the message sent to him by an Ashrah. To be sure, this Ashrah was someone he'd personally never met face-to-face before, but he'd bested Malice in a trial by combat, something Cathaoir knew he should have done some time ago. Why he didn't, was unknown, even to himself.

Sun May 06, 2012 7:15 pm by Tári Ordo

*Tári had just about had her fill of looking at the various ships in the hangar when she started to turn around and spotted the unmistakable armor of Cathaoir Ordo, the clan leader, nearby. Tári glanced over her shoulder and spotted the Firespray nearby that belonged to the man. She hadn't even realized she was that close to it. Ignoring that, she looked back at the man, raising a hand in greeting.*
Su cuy'gar, aliit'alor! Where ya going?
*Tári lowered her arm; her helmet was tucked away under her other arm, as she typically didn't like wearing it unless she had to. She watched Cathaoir, wondering what he was up to. She had seen him around a few times, even had a drink or two with him. He was an interesting enough man, he seemed good with kids and was a good leader. Best of all, he thought the Force was for weaklings as well.

She also knew his duty included visiting the various Mandalorian worlds on occasion. Tári hadn't actually been to Mandalore, although she desired it greatly; if that was where Cathaoir was heading to, maybe Tári could try to hitch a ride with him somehow? She was starting to look hopeful; she had better check herself. Besides, she didn't even know where he was going yet.*

Sun May 06, 2012 7:48 pm by Cathaoir Ordo

Just as Cathaoir lifted his head and began to turn to board the Firespray-31, he noticed Tári's hand raised high in a greeting manner as she approached him. He looked to her and listened to her speak, though he did not remove his buy'ce from his head. "Mand'alor te Aru'shevshaadla ashnar rejorhaa'ir an aliit'alors te Mandalore, ade. Tion'jor?" The words lofted from his mouth beneath his buy'ce toward the young girl. In the Galactic Standard Basic language, the words would have come across in a manner of saying that 'Ashrah had called the clan chieftains to Mandalore,' but this was not Galactic Standard Basic, or however it is worded.

Sun May 06, 2012 8:17 pm by Tári Ordo

*Wait a second... "Mand'alor te Aru'shevshaadla"? That wasn't the Mand'alor's name... Was there a new Mand'alor? Now that was exciting. And Tári certainly approved of the name. But what was more... Cathaoir was going to Mandalore. This was her chance. If she presented herself well enough, maybe she could convince him to let her come with him...*
Ni copaani olaror ti gar! Gedet'ye?
*Or she could beg like a child, that worked too. That didn't stop her from looking up at Cathaoir with pleading, hopeful eyes. Maybe he would let her come with him. If he did... oh, she had wanted to go to Manda'yaim for ages now. It was the home of the Mando'ade after all. And more importantly... the home of the Oyu'baat.*

Sun May 06, 2012 8:47 pm by Cathaoir Ordo

"N'tion'jor?" Cathaoir finally said, motioning to Tári to climb aboard as he did so himself. Once both were situated of the ship as they preferred, he went to powering up the engines, allowing them to rumble and roar with life. Then, he moved his right forward and input a function into the ship's computer system and ran the ship diagnostics as he did before each departure. When everything had checked out as it should have, the Cathaoir, beginning with a momentary hover, proceeded to ascend slightly and maneuver its way free of the hanger before leveling off and quickly accelerating toward the atmosphere of a planet, for the most part, covered in dirt.

There was nothing particularly flashy about this assent, as the man piloting the ship was in a hurry of sorts. "Politics Some I could definitely do without," he thought as the ship broke atmosphere and quickly jumped away.

Sun May 06, 2012 9:36 pm by Tári Ordo

*Tári's eyes lit up when Cathaoir invited her to come with him after all. She wanted to shout in joy but managed to keep her excitement to herself. Mostly. She only started to follow him up the ramp, a large grin on her face.*
Ori'vor'e, aliit'alor!
*That didn't stop her from whispering "Kandosii!" to herself. And then she realized... she was about to ride in a Firespray. What was that about her and having a general dislike of Firesprays? Ah, well, that didn't matter; she was getting to go to Mand'yaim! That trumped the method of transportation. So she kept her comments to herself, and, after a bit of disorientation regarding the cockpit's setup, settled herself in for the ride...*

Wed May 09, 2012 10:03 pm by Jaryk Ordo

Just another day in the citadel, Jaryk carrying one as he always did in the hanger fixing up his old beauty "Betty". To be honest though, there was nothing beautiful about this hunk of Sithspit, Jaryk didn't complain though, he picked it up off some junk dealer on Tatooine for 200 credits and has slowly been recovering it since.

Sometimes he really didn't know if it was worth it, he barely drove the damn thing, and when he did something new would go wrong. Everyday he came into the hanger he thought about selling it, but lately he has grown to sentimental towards it to actually go through with his threat.

=Jaryk Ordo=

Well Betty, its another day. I wish you would cooperate with me as much work as I am putting into you.... Lets try to get it going to day shall we?

Jaryk jumped up on the ladder he had stationed up against the ship, he had to use this because there was no loading ramp on the ship at the moment. Also there was no glass on the cockpit, making it easier to jump in from the top.

=Jaryk Ordo=

Here goes nothing....

With that phrase Jaryk starts to punch in ignition codes and lift off codes. The beast thereafter fired up and started to rise, if you could see the look on Jaryks face you would laugh due to the excitement that we all know is sure to end fast.

Suddenly, when hoovering a few feet off the ground, the thrusters go out and the ship falls hard onto the floor of the hanger, breaking some of the landing gear and cracking the duracrete that the floor was made out of.

=Jaryk Ordo=

Well.... Time to get back to work.

With that Jaryk gets back to work on the thrusters.

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