Open Ocean

Wed Mar 30, 2011 3:23 pm by LE-03

*She watched him leave, then turned back to the console. The recordings had already provided her with enough information for her search without having to do too much work. "Bulthos," she had called him. Captain Bulthos. There was a name for her to look for. That would require her to be able to get a HoloNet signal, though, and this facility alone didn't have the resources for it. Luckily, she wasn't restricted to just this facility. It was a simple enough task for her to patch into the Bright Family's computers from here: she had already shown herself capable of hacking by touch, so using a radio signal was child's play. While the facility's HoloNet access was barred by the heavy storms, the ship did not suffer the same limitations: there was still a lot of interference, but at least it was a connection.

As it turned out, "Bulthos" wasn't a common name. There were still a few others with the same name, but it was easy to weed them out. Soon, she had all the information she needed.

Once she had finished, she, too, left the room, following her compatriot's path..*

Wed Mar 30, 2011 6:40 pm by KR-04

*Ordinarily, gaining access to the YV-100 parked on the lost facility's landing pad would have been difficult; KR-04, strong and heavy though he was, would be no match for the magnetic sealing that helped keep the vessel spaceworthy, forcing him to breach the hull in order to gain access. However, understandably, the Twi'lek team that had used the ship left it open for a quick getaway, clearly not expecting one of their own to be contaminated by Project SO-6. What could have been an arduous and wasteful task was made simple.

Project SO-6. KR-04 had always been aware that a sample was kept in his master's laboratory for testing purposes, but it had not acted according to its nature. While primitive and aggressive according to the creator's notes and study holovids, it had never acted so violently in any circumstance, let alone cause a very methodical, team-oriented sentient to dramatically alter his paradigms. Something in the past had caused it to change its behaviors, most likely hunger. But the cause was of no importance to KR-04. He simply had to return it to the facility or destroy it altogether. The mission parameters and acceptable collateral damage would have to be calculated as the mission progressed; if the primary data sets on Project SO-6 were no longer applicable, then there was a high probability that all other data was also rendered irrelevant. The droid was going in completely cold.

But KR-04 had an excellent record of operations with similar circumstances.*

*Walking up the ramp and onto the freighter, KR-04 immediately moved to the cockpit and scanned the ship's controls, analyzing them and cross-referencing them with stored ship control data. The layout was a standard Corellian Engineering Corporation configuration, and while it was not exactly the same, the methodical machine was able to get the vessel up and running on his second attempt. From there it was a simple matter to locate the registry information.*

*The ship had come from Ryloth, under the private ownership of one of the Clan Council members; the governing body for the planet. A single member of the ruling faction had sent well-equipped, highly-trained soldiers to retrieve a biological weapon, evidently familiar with it and likely hoping to unleash its potential. He had to be located. He had to be corrected. And his prize had to, above all else, be contained.

Even if it was not in his programming to protect his creator's legacy, KR-04 knew from prior experience, downloaded information, and the security holovid that Project SO-6 was entirely too dangerous to be used. Aherk Formidonis himself even thought so.*

*Immediately after downloading the information, KR-04 marched back down the ramp and back into the facility towards his master's bedroom. His wardrobe needed to expand; each article of clothing increased the potential disguises the droid was capable of utilizing. After gathering approximately 42 % of the closet's contents, KR-04 wrapped them in the recently-tarnished bed comforter and walked across the hall into the biological laboratory, next to the computer room. Uncovering one of the barrels next to the clear vat and reaching for a brush, he disrobed and applied his biomechanical synthskin over any exposed portions of his endoskeleton, making sure to apply a new eye covering from a nearby drawer before coating the revealed portions of his neuranium skull.*

"LE, we are departing as soon as the synthetic coating fully dries. Did you find anything regarding the male?"

Wed Mar 30, 2011 7:45 pm by LE-03

"Bulthos Dorrir, hailing from Talus. Former Captain of the Dark Dove. Recently declared himself as the Mayor of Mos Espa.. along with a few other titles, all meaning the same thing."

*She had found the man's declaration to be rather amusing, but she didn't repeat all of it: she knew her compatriot would not see the humor in it. Or, rather, her compatriot would see the humor in it, see the fact that it could be deemed humorous, but he would not be able to experience any of that humor for himself. While her capability for anger or sadness was considered a disadvantage because it could lead to poor judgment, she considered her capability for happiness and mirth to be a huge advantage.

Yes, her emotions could cloud her judgment. But they also yielded satisfaction and joy, something her compatriot could never experience.*

"He is a former pirate.. There wasn't much more on him that seemed relevant."

Wed Mar 30, 2011 8:12 pm by KR-04

"It will suffice."

*A name, location, and a ship. With this information alone, KR-04 could track a man across the entire galaxy. As soon as Project SO-6 was dealt with, the droids would proceed to find the pirate and extract all necessary information from him. Once the location of Vidalu Na'an was ascertained, he would be terminated to prevent further hindrance. Consequently Mos Espa would be thrown into bureaucratic chaos, but this eventuality was of no concern to the cold machine.

After the standard application time, KR-04 was once more structurally indistinguishable from Aherk Formidonis. Re-clothing himself and strapping his weapons back on, he made a small detour to collect the selected articles of clothing in the main bedroom before going back up the stairs and towards the landed ship - it would be far easier to access the leader if his ship was returning, as opposed to a random vessel demanding to see the leader.*

*The engines already warmed up as a result of his previous encounter with the ship, KR-04 lifted off and shot for the stars, allowing the derelict facility to rot and the Bright Family to float into the eternal storm.*

Sat May 21, 2011 2:07 am by Non-Com

*Mining continues as planned and on time. The mine is inspected and a work crew starts making the necessary repairs to the facility. The miners are given a four day weekend in honor of the late Lord Cygnus.*

Thu Aug 11, 2011 12:46 pm by The Admiralty

==MMine MMP==
*mining continues on the rain lashed world of kamino. while it was not the farthest outpost that mandalmine held, it was close. despite the heavy storms on the surface the MMP sits safely and securely under the ocean, slowly digging into the very bones of the planet and taking the lifeblood that the mining company thrived on.*

Wed Sep 28, 2011 1:27 pm by Dav Man'Sell

Dav Man'Sell wrote:*Dav sat in his position in the head of AT-AT Swimmer Fisto One, rotated to face the Battle control screens. His sensors showed each of the other craft in their positions around him in the Hangar, and his own annotated data hung on the left hand side of the screen.

A second screen, further above, showed data streaming directly from Mission Opps on the bridge. He'd received transmission from the Shadows to signal they were in place. Arcanus had received his placing, aboard swimmer Fisto Three, and had docked in Hangar two long enough ago that he would by now be in position. One by one, Green lights started appearing, as companies and departments reported ready. Three more. Two.

One.*

:: All Battle groups, this is Red Lead. Mission is a go. Repeat, mission is a go. ::

*He'd given the Order. The battle was on.*

May the Force be with us all.

*::::::::::*

*The nine-hundred meter battle-cruiser responded instantly, dipping it's nose and accelerating rapidly, dropping into the atmosphere of the planet. It's large engine banks blazed, and the tip of it's nose tore at the atmosphere, parting the upper layers to make way for the ship.

Around it, the Starfighters of Extremis Squadron - XJ9 X-Wing Fighters - swept in a tight escort formation, as the fighters of the Jedi Shadows swept up to meet with them from below. It would take some thirty minutes at the altitude they were maintaining to circumnavigate the planet, but remaining in the layer of the atmosphere they passed through created sufficient ionic disturbance to render detecting them on passive sensors incredibly difficult.

For the soldiers inside, strapped in place in the various vehicles that transported them, it was a long, nerve wrecking half an hour. Would they be detected? Would they have to fight all the way to the city?

And then, they all felt the subtle leap in their stomachs, as the ship itself dove hard, dropping from the upper atmosphere and into a steep dive, until it levelled out at a few hundred meters above the ocean. As it passed through the thick cloud cover, lightning danced harmlessly across the hull and shields, generating a fairly spectacular light show for anyone watching. And as it levelled out, sweeping along at a distance of barely a few hundred meters above the ocean, the slipstream from the swift craft formed a vast wake in the stormy ocean behind the ship.

And in his seat, Dav watched the distance register closely. They were closing fast - at a distance of one hundred kilometres , they dropped in altitude and speed. At seventy five kilometres, and the Mon Calamari crews adjusted shield and repulsor profiles, ready for landing. At sixty, anyone who was bothering to direct sensors out to sea, anyone paranoid to worry about a ship approaching from such an angle, would definitely have detected them, even through the storms and with the sensor bounce-back from the ocean - provided they were looking.

Fifty was their mark.

The nose of the craft dipped, an almost imperceptibly small angle, but enough to finally send it down over the course of five kilometres into the ocean. It coasted for another half a kilometre before it came to a near-stop, a massive artificial island drifting on the crests and dips of the stormy sea, a wave front expanding from it's point of landing in all directions. They were down.

Dav took a breath. A beat. And then spoke.*

:: All groups, we have touchdown. Beginning disembarkation process. Yellow group, Grey group, holding pattern above the Wild Endeavour, five kilometre radius. Watch for enemy fighters. This is it! ::

*The containment field at the front of the Hangar dropped, and the pilots of the three front-most Swimmers - commanded by Dav, Ronan, and Ton respectively - powered up the repulsors, drifting their craft gently across the deck, out of the Hangar, and then dropping to the Ocean below. Behind them, the next trio - containing Devlin, Sabo, and Arcanus - rolled forth, and behind those, the final row diligently lined up, with the Swimmer that carried the JOAMC being front and centre. Each swimmer carried between thirty and thirty five men, and one hundred and eighty five additional men travelling via the ten Amphibion class aquatic speeders.

They were down, beginning to depart. The Sith response was surely preparing itself.*

Wed Sep 28, 2011 1:38 pm by Ronan Starflare

Ronan Starflare wrote:=Dav Man'Sell=

:: All Battle groups, this is Red Lead. Mission is a go. Repeat, mission is a go. ::

*Sirens wailed and lights flashed yellow in the vehicle as Ronan and Commander Scutu boarded it. The Orion commander's face took on an almost feral grin.*

=Commander Adan Scutu=

"You know the music, people! Time to dance!"

*Inside the belly of the seafaring AT-AT, Ronan heard the man check their weapons. The clicks and clacks of them jamming magazines into their weapons, locking them in. It was a sound he was familiar with.

He checked his own guns and re-holstered them.*

=Commander Scutu=

"Check your mouths and find your chairs!"

*Ronan found his own seat, a chair in the rear of the cockpit, slightly elevated above the two pilot stations at the front of the head. He felt everything shudder beneath him as the ship broke into the atmosphere. And he felt the emotions flare in the Force across the spectrum from fear to confidence, from willingness to die to desperation to live.

It was a long half an hour, to be sure.*

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=Dav Man'Sell=

:: All groups, we have touchdown. Beginning disembarkation process. Yellow group, Grey group, holding pattern above the Wild Endeavour, five kilometre radius. Watch for enemy fighters. This is it! ::

*Ronan watched Commander Scutu next to him switched frequencies to the Green Group private channel as he strapped on his own headset, only catching part of what the ORION Commander said.*

=Commander Scutu=

"...ladies, we are Green, and very, VERY mean!"

*He unhooked his lightsaber from his belt and made his way back to the hatch they would exit the waterfaring craft from. He'd be the first one out, like always. He led from the front, and wouldn't have anyone else do something he wasn't willing to do himself. It was a good way to breed loyalty, not that his men needed it.

He let his thumb rest on the activation stud, felt the ship depart from the hangar bay before dropping into the ocean below them. It was a rough ride, but nothing nobody couldn't handle. These men were trained for orbital drop, and this was less than 1000 meters. This was a blue milk drop to them so far. He turned back around to face his men.*

"Alright folks, we're headed into the residential complex when we get there. I don't know what we're looking for. But you'll know it when you see it. Now, basic guidelines..."

*He heard them all sigh. They hated this part, having to worry about what they shot, what they killed.*

"You find something that ain't Kaminoan, you shoot it. You find a clone, you shoot it. You see a Sith soldier, you shoot it. You see anything that is not one of ours, what do you think you do?"

=Chorus of Voices=

"SHOOT IT!"

*The hollering reverberated around the AT-AT-esque craft.*

"That's right! And if you see ANYTHING that's got a red lightsaber...then you let me know."

=Chorus of Voices=

"OOHRAH!"

*Ronan smiled as he turned back to face the hatch. They were good and riled now. Riled in a way that only a veteran commander would know how to do. He felt a hand clap on his shoulder, saw Scutu's face through his unpolarized helmet, saw him throw him a smirk that only a Corellian could achieve.

He turned his gaze back around, his thumb still massaging that activation stud.

This was it.*

Thu Sep 29, 2011 10:29 am by Sabo Un

(On another AT-AT Swimmer assigned to green group)

*Sabo's smirk was undeniably locked on his face as Ronan's words carried over the comms on all three AT-ATs. SHOOT IT! He thought to himself, there was a time in his past when he would have said the same things to the men that followed him. But migrating from Yavin to Felucia had changed him, through Raven, he now had a different demeanor than that of his former Yavin brothers.

He stod at the hatch leading out of the AT-AT, preparing to exit the swimmer first before any of the troopers. Every Jedi on this mission would be the first off their ships, and the last to leave the planet.

He reached down to the commlink on his wrist, pulling it up to his mouth.*

:: Ronan, the troops are yours. Yeldarb and I will provide support to you and your men. ::

*Sabo felt the men's stares on his back, breifly as they absorbed the new command structure. But he needed to focus, so he le the force flow through him, putting the uncomfortable stares in the back of his mind.*

Thu Sep 29, 2011 6:13 pm by Ksandra Mallan

*As Dav's voice crackled through the comm, Ksandra smiled coldly, guiding her starfighter into the holding pattern he'd ordered, stretching out her senses to search for threats.* :: Copy that, Red Lead. Good hunting. ::

Sat Oct 01, 2011 7:17 am by Devlin Dewe

*Devlin sits in the troop bay, leaning against the wall, with his eyes closed.*

*Those who didn't know the Jedi might think him asleep or unconcerned with the battle ahead. They would be wrong. He was lost deep in concentration, the sound of the soldiers checking their weapons was distant to him.

He did not have any speeches to give them. He knew they would do their duty. His words would just ring hollow and shallow to his ears. He did not know them well enough personally to offer them advice or strategy. So he sat in remote solitude, drawing the Force into himself.*

*And waits patiently for the order to disembark.*

Sun Oct 02, 2011 10:28 pm by Zalor Anneri

Before long, the Jedi Shadows, the group of Jedi spies and stealth ops who had supplied the intel to this operation, joined the main task force. The Otana and all sixteen Delta-7 Jedi Starfighters, now joined by Sayra's droid, HK-41, piloting Zalor Anneri's Naboo Starfighter, and Tanara in Vincent Darkligher's Sith Infiltrator, could be seen in formation approaching the large battlegroup.

=Sayra=
*Sayra could see the battle group ahead, and wasted no time in announcing their arrival...*
::Sayra Nur and the Jedi Shadows approaching the battle group, Master Man'Sell. That's quite the show of force you got there.::

=Evan=
::Heck yeah! I'm feelin' better about this already.::

*The wing of Jedi Shadows fighters held a defensive position above the Endeavor, per Dav's orders.*

Mon Oct 03, 2011 6:48 pm by Yeldarb Yesmar

*Yeldarb was standing behind his master, but only briefly. He soon made his way to the other side of the hatch, directly across from Sabo. Reaching into the folds of his robe with his right hand, he gripped the hilt of his lightsaber, removing it as he pulled his hand from within his robes. This was going to be the biggest feat he would be undertaking since he took on the teachings of his master so he cleared his mind.*

Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:04 pm by Dav Man'Sell

*The last of the vessels departed the Cruiser, the ocean going craft forming up into their three groups, and laying in their course.

And once all were in position, they moved forward. Repulsor engines came alive, and great war machines swept forth.

Dav sat in his seat, watching ahead. His swimmer, Fisto One, lead the charge, and they made swift progress through the turmoil of the storm-ridden ocean to the city. Storm clouds parted above, throwing great blasts of electricity down into the seas around them, as if some mighty, gods stood atop them, desiring to create some mighty backdrop for the battle about to unfold. Dav could feel the energy in the air. The combination of the static of the storm and the subdued nervousness of their forces.

For the Jedi Battlemaster, this all felt far too familiar...*

*~~~~~*

*Rain beat down on him. Winds whipped at his robes. High above, the skies flashed with thunder and lightening, casting great, extreme shadows across the city around him. The drops of rain tinkered against the armour that he wore across his shoulders and upper chest. His calf-length robes were saturated. Puddles pooled around his leather boots. His hair was slicked to his forehead.

His eyes closed. Two months since the Battle of Geonosis, and the Republic was gripped in war. He felt out of his depth. He'd trained most of his life to be a Jedi. He'd excelled in combat, especially the Lightsaber arts; he had a talent for fighting that had impressed his Masters, to say the least. But scrapping with little bands of pirates and mercenaries, and duelling a couple of rogue Dark Jedi was one thing. Full scale total war, with hundreds of thousands of soldiers on either side, and the fate of all the Galaxy potentially weighing on each battle... that was entirely different. It was huge.

And on top of that, the return of the Sith.

But he was Jedi. He was trained for this. His gifts in the Force were his to use in the defence of the Republic and it's peoples. And whether he felt ready for this or not, he was a Jedi Knight, and he could do this.

He exhaled. Opened his eyes again, steely resolution replacing the nervousness.*

I don't have time to wallow in my emotions right now. Gotta bury them deep down. Push them aside. I have a job to do and I need to do it.

*He turned. Behind him, stood upon the bridge connecting the external landing pads to the main city; six hundred Clone Troopers. They had to hold this point; if the droid armies made it past them, they'd have access to the heart of the city, and beyond that, the cloning facilities.

And he would hold it. He had to, so he would.*

"Remember, if we falter on this, General Ti's forces in the cloning centre will be vulnerable to being flanked. We cannot let that happen. So our mission is clear. We hold this line." *He looked to them all.* "No matter what. We hold this line."

*A chorus of 'Yes General' responded him, and he turned back to front. Took the two Lightsabers from his belt. They ignited, coming to life with their characteristic Snap-Hiss, and instantly steaming up from the impact of the rain against them.

Ahead of him, he could see the Seperatist landing craft descending for the pads. They'd made it through the forces in orbit. They'd be with them soon.*

"Here they come."

*~~~~~*

*He exhaled. That had been so long ago. A life time ago. He had changed much in those seventy two years. This time, he felt no nerves. No fear. He was tranquil. Accepting of circumstances, and of what he faced. More than that, he was more than up to the task. Since then, he had become quite accustomed to being on the very front lines of massive battles, and in the past ten years, equally accustomed to being in the spotlight of Galactic events. Then he had been just a boy. Nineteen Years Old. Now he was among the Orders most experienced, wisest leaders.

Since then, he'd fought on so many front lines. Countless battlefields.

It was a different time. He was a different man.*

Still never quite imagined I'd be on Kamino, doing this, this way around.

*He had no more time for reminiscing and introspection. No more time for thought.

Because the city was now visible. They'd be there in minutes.*

"Here we come."

Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:47 pm by Non-Com

== MMine MMP ==
*Deep beneath the churning surface of Kamino's oceans a MMine MMP sits resolute and unperturbed by the storms above. Droids pull raw ore from the the old planet's bones and drags it back to the MMP, where the ore is melted and refined. Then it's molded into ingots, and the ingots are polished and packed into shipping crates. The crates are floated to the surface where a shuttle crew tractors them in and carries them to Geonosis for storage.*

Tue Jan 24, 2012 8:48 am by Innon'Ruuk

Innon'Ruuk In Open Orbit wrote:*Launching from the hanger bay of “Rapier” the dozen starfighters move at the planet.*
“Rixit Squadron”
- 1 TIE/D Defender
NPC: Wing Commander: Lieutenant Colonel Danaroth
- 1 TIE/D Defender
NPC: Squadron Leader: Major Pollux
- 5 TIE/sa Bomber
- 5 TIE Interdictor

*Arriving to the open oceans of Kamino, the group of fighters break into two groups, they split from each other, one group vectors towards Capital City, the other to Tipoca City.*

“Rixit Squadron”
Capital City
NPC: Wing Commander: Lieutenant Colonel Danaroth
- 1 TIE/D Defender
- 5 TIE/sa Bomber

Tipoca City
NPC: Squadron Leader: Major Pollux
- 1 TIE/D Defender
- 5 TIE Interdictor

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