Open Orbit

Tue Jun 15, 2010 2:02 pm by Barden Sarrow

{Villucio Fervalla's Tale, Drall 1st Fleet, Above Drall}

*The Drall 1st Fleet, a majority of the ships being old decommissioned New Republic era ships, were refurbished and restored to their old glory. They had been ordered just after the Drall Rebellion, when the new government was instated. It was believed that having their own navy would not only help dissuade any other Sith Cults to try and take over the government again, but would make their appeal to join the GCCS as a newly established government even better to them. The GCCS would not have to finance any type of defense for the planet, and in fact would gain another fleet for future defensive purposes. The fleet remained above Drall, performing regular sweeps of the two hyperspace lanes.*

Drall 1st Fleet

[1] - Imperious-class Star Destroyer (Heavy: 36 Pts.)
(6x) Quad Heavy Turbolasers (Worth about 45 standard turbolasers per barrel)
(8x) Triple Heavy Barrels
(8x) Triple Weapons under the ship (in the trench)
(50x) Capital Ship-grade Torpedo Launchers (200 Torpedoes)
(5x) Gravity Mine Launchers (50 Gravity Mines)

[1] - MC80 Liberty Type Star Cruisers (Moderate: 24 Pts.)
(48) Turbolasers
(20) Ion Batteries
(6) Tractor Beam Projectors

[4] - Bulwark-class Mk.I Battlecruisers (Medium: 48 Pts.)
(4) Prow Heavy Turbolaser Cannons
(5) Heavy Turbolaser Batteries
(15) Medium Turbolaser Cannons
(85) Point-Defense Laser Cannons

[3] - Bothan Assault Cruisers (Medium: 36 Pts.)
(20) Turbolasers
(24) Heavy Double Turbolaser Cannons
(10) Ion Cannons
(20) Proton Torpedo Tubes (16 per tube)
(4) Tractor Beam Projectors

[1] - Immobilizer 418 Cruiser (Medium: 12 Pts.)
(4) Gravity Well Generators
(20) Quad Laser Cannons

[2] - Corona-Class Frigate (Light: 12 Pts.)
(10) Turbolaser Cannons)
(10) Laser Cannons
(4) Ion Cannons
(2) Tractor Beam Projectors

[18] - X-83 Twintail Starfighters (Fighter: 18 Pts.)
(4) Enhanced Heavy Laser Cannons
(16) Proton Torpedoes

[12] - Scimitar Assault Bombers (Fighter: 12 Pts.)
(2) Laser Cannons
(16) Missle Racks (32 Concussion Missles; Thermal Detonators; Proton Grenades)

Tue Jun 15, 2010 3:30 pm by Barden Sarrow

Edit wrote:{Villucio Fervalla's Tale, Drall 1st Fleet, Above Drall}

*The Drall 1st Fleet, a majority of the ships being old decommissioned New Republic era ships, were refurbished and restored to their old glory. They had been ordered just after the Drall Rebellion, when the new government was instated. It was believed that having their own navy would not only help dissuade any other Sith Cults to try and take over the government again, but would make their appeal to join the GCCS as a newly established government even better to them. The GCCS would not have to finance any type of defense for the planet, and in fact would gain another fleet for future defensive purposes. The fleet remained above Drall, performing regular sweeps of the two hyperspace lanes.*

Drall 1st Fleet

[1] - Imperious-class Star Destroyer (Heavy: 36 Pts.) "Freedom"
(6x) Quad Heavy Turbolasers (Worth about 45 standard turbolasers per barrel)
(8x) Triple Heavy Barrels
(8x) Triple Weapons under the ship (in the trench)
(50x) Capital Ship-grade Torpedo Launchers (200 Torpedoes)
(5x) Gravity Mine Launchers (50 Gravity Mines)

[1] - MC80 Liberty Type Star Cruisers (Moderate: 24 Pts.) "Justice"
(48) Turbolasers
(20) Ion Batteries
(6) Tractor Beam Projectors

[4] - Bulwark-class Mk.I Battlecruisers (Medium: 48 Pts.) "Liberty 1-4"
(4) Prow Heavy Turbolaser Cannons
(5) Heavy Turbolaser Batteries
(15) Medium Turbolaser Cannons
(85) Point-Defense Laser Cannons

[3] - Bothan Assault Cruisers (Medium: 36 Pts.) "Retribution 1-3"
(20) Turbolasers
(24) Heavy Double Turbolaser Cannons
(10) Ion Cannons
(20) Proton Torpedo Tubes (16 per tube)
(4) Tractor Beam Projectors

[1] - Immobilizer 418 Cruiser (Medium: 12 Pts.) "Vindicator"
(4) Gravity Well Generators
(20) Quad Laser Cannons

[2] - Corona-Class Frigate (Light: 12 Pts.) "Shield 1-2"
(10) Turbolaser Cannons)
(10) Laser Cannons
(4) Ion Cannons
(2) Tractor Beam Projectors

[18] - X-83 Twintail Starfighters (Fighter: 18 Pts.)
(4) Enhanced Heavy Laser Cannons
(16) Proton Torpedoes

[12] - Scimitar Assault Bombers (Fighter: 12 Pts.)
(2) Laser Cannons
(16) Missle Racks (32 Concussion Missles; Thermal Detonators; Proton Grenades)

Wed Jun 16, 2010 1:25 am by Barden Sarrow

{Villucio Fervalla's Tale, Drall 1st Fleet, Above Drall}

*Admiral Darren Pyet stood on the bridge of the flagship, of the mighty Drall 1st Fleet, Freedom. As was his usual appearance, his snow white Admiral's uniform adorned his muscular figure. He was a human male, and quite an accomplished one, as indicated by the many bars and medals hanging from the right breast region of his uniform. He held a cup of caf in his hand, running a hand through his cropped black hair. There were a few strands of gray, the Admiral being 52 years of age. He took a sip of his caf as he stared at the blanket of stars in front of him. He was lost in thought, remembering the old battles of his past, when the communications officer suddenly spoke.*

=Petty Officer Derrick=
"Sir! Incoming transmission from the planet, level 5 encryption codes."

*The Admiral knew that a message needing such a high level of encryption was not only from the government, but probably departure orders.*

=Admiral Pyet=
"Relay transmission."

:: Admiral Pyet, this is Prime Minister Villucio Fervalla. We have reports of an attack currently being set upon Hapes. Many of the GCCS do not know of this, as we only figured out through a lucky source just recently. You are to make all haste to help repel the attackers and remain in a defensive position as damages are assessed and repairs have begun to any of the Hapan defensive items. You are to change all transponders to read that of simply the Drall Fleet, none which relay GCCS codes. I wish you luck Admiral. ::

*The Admiral finished listening to the message, able to feel the excitement growing in the air. Most of the crews had never had any real combat experience, and this would be their first true fleet engagement. Only the fighter pilots were experienced, the Admiral knowing too well how going in to battle against experienced enemy crews would simply mean a waste of three good squadrons. It had been nearly 5 years since he had tasted a true fleet battle, and had to admit to himself that he was quite excited as well.*

=Admiral Pyet=
"Lieutenant Shen, send out four probes, two to each of the openings in the transitory mists, which lead to the safe passages through the mists. I want to know if anyone is waiting on us, and if they are, what to expect upon arrival. Set a course for 2 lightyears outside of the Hapes Cluster and engage when clear."

=Lieutenant Shen=
"Yes Admiral!"

*The Lieutenant quickly relayed the first set of orders to the probe crews. They launched probes 1-4, their small shiny casings rapidly disappearing in the star filled landscape, as they progressed further away from the fleet. The Lieutenant then transmitted the orders that the fleet was moving out to the rest of the ships. They all acknowledged, downloading the coordinates, for the jump, from the flagship;s main computers.

It took close to 20 minutes for the ships to fully form up, many of which had to be recalled from scouting runs around the planet's perimeter. Once they were formed up, they steered toward open space, the planet gradually shrinking behind them. It was about another 10 minutes before they were clear of the planet's mass shadow, and aligned with the proper hyperspace route. It was after a quick check of the reports, regarding the lane, that they suddenly lunged forward, slipping in to hyperspace...*

Sun Aug 01, 2010 10:43 pm by Kel'Al Raganella

*Aboard a Golan IV-class Space Defense Platform, in orbit over Drall.*

=Major Wright=
"Alright, now that I've taken evening role call, and the Captain has dismissed you boys for the night, I wanted to let you know why I've summoned you all in here." *The army officer smiled to himself, as he looked out at the nervous, mixed faces and emotions of his elite commando unit.* *The space station guards weren't sure whether they were being summoned for some sort of punishment, or a secret mission briefing, or what. But they were entirely too suspicious of the rough old Major. He had in mind a team-building activity -- a party.* "Woudl anyone like to guess?"

=Lt. Weaver=
"We're not in trouble, are we?" *The younger officer asked tentatively, fussing with his dress uniform.*

=Major Wright=
"Hah, no, of course not. I'd be happy to assign extra kitchen duty if you want, but you boys have been unusually good this week." *He grinned deviously.* "Almost makes me wonder what you're planning."

=Pvt. Gates=
"We're not planning nothing, sir. We're hoping maybe you was planning something." *The rookie raised an eyebrow.* "Some sort of secret mission down on Drall that you couldn't tell us about, mebbe?" *His eyes and others filled with hope.*

=Major Wright=
"Wrong. Sorry." *As he saw Gates' shoulders slip, he smirked.* "I hope you boys didn't go placing bets on this."

=Pvt. Michaelson=
"Well..." *Gates' roomate hesitated slightly.* "If you really wanna know why we've been good all week, it's because we were hoping you would let us watch the Bloodstripe Ceremony on the holonet."

=Major Wright=
*Wright frowned slightly, his sabaac face holding like a mask.* "It woudl disappoint you, then, to learn that we will be holding a teambuilding excercise tonight?" *The old man deadpanned.*

*Long faces spread throughout the unit.*

*The major held up his hand before anyone could object, and his craggy face split into a wide grin.* "What better way to build teams than to participate in the traditions of our people? I have instructed Squeaky to set up a projection screen in the common area, and to break out our best ale."

*The long faces vanishes, and some rather undisciplined and almost insubordinate cheering broke out.*

Wed Aug 18, 2010 9:54 pm by Kel'Al Raganella

*Recreation Center, aboard a Golan IV-class Space Defense Platform, in orbit over Drall.*

=Lt. Weaver=
"May I propose a drinking game?" *The junior officer queried, as he helped himself to a second glass of the crisp, burning liquor called Whyren's Reserve.*

=Major Wright=
"Certainly, Weaver. What do you have in mind?" *There was a twinkle in the older man's eyes.*

=Lt. Weaver=
"Every time they mention a wolf or a sand panther, take one shot. Every time they mention one of the double worlds, take two shots. Every time they mention a famous Corellian like Han Solo or Wedge Antilles, take 3 shots."

*Tonight they were gathered together as men, brothers, and Corellians. Rank designations were left at the door, and tonight, all were equal as they shared the traditional festive spirit. Their fare for the evening, as they watched the Bloodstripe ceremony on the holonet, included Corellian Whiskey and even the rare (for sildiers) pastry Ryshcate, both traditional foods for festive occasions*

Tue Sep 21, 2010 9:09 pm by Hadrig

*In response to updates coming from the GCCS's military command center on Corellia regarding heightened military activity against Federation interests the galaxy over, the Drall Defense Force is ordered to conduct a series of readiness drills involving their space defenses. The twin Golan IV Defense Platforms, Drall I and Drall II, are put on alert, and power on all weapons and shields systems. Their sensor and positioning systems are tested carefully, and their weapons systems are test-fired. A number of empty missile cannisters sink towards the planet, burning up in the atmosphere, as the tests are completed successfully and all blank rounds are fired. If war came to Drall, it's Galactic Coalition garrison would be ready. For even if the Drall were pacifists, there were non-Drall soldiers present who WOULD fight back.*

Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:07 am by Barden Sarrow

{Economic RP, Construction of 2 Unarmed Orbital Space Stations, Orbit of Drall}

*Red flashing indicators marked off large regions of Drall's orbital space, construction craft and crews littering the area in between. These two large regions of the planet's space were declared no-entry zones by Drall's orbital space control, based off of a small orbital station only large enough to hold a crew of 20. What was being built, in these areas, was mainly for Prime Senator Villucio Fervalla's push toward making Drall a trade planet, bringing economic and domestic growth to the planet. They were orbital space stations, very large ones that would dominate the areas just outside of the planet's major space lanes.

The first space station was licensed and commissioned by a small group of entrepreneurs, the Divinity Space Station Corporation, indigenous to Drall. They had gone through all the necessary steps and procedures, having their business registered, submitting the plans to the Seante's Economic Committee, leasing the orbital space being used for the station, and hiring a construction company to create the station for them. They, of course, hired Naktone Industries. Not only was the company already stationed on Drall, it had had a surplus of materials lately, as business was not quite as steady as had been hoped. The group was able to hire them at a very low cost. Their hope was that the station would attract companies, both big and small, to set up store fronts on the business levels, people to rent out rooms and docking space, and ships to pay for minor and major repairs.

The second space station was for Naktone Industries itself. The company, despite a sudden decrease in business, was expanding rapidly, the need for an orbital docking, loading, and distribution station almost dire. The station would store a vast majority of the companies minerals, as well as have its own refinery, for the more volatile of materials. It was an expensive endeavor, but luckily a new contract to construct a second space station in orbit had been their funds for constructing it. To be sure both jobs were completed as soon as possible, they had activated and commissioned a good number of the construction droids they had in storage. As they were not really selling, they could afford such a move. Also, should the station increase business as believed to be able to, they would need the droids anyway.*

Thu Jan 20, 2011 4:07 pm by Thyrsus Jax

*4 Jax Industries Acclamator Transports drop out of hyperspace.*

:: Drall control this is AT 23 requesting clearance to Naktone Industries. ::

Thu Jan 20, 2011 4:16 pm by Barden Sarrow

{Darius Grubel, Naktone Industries Space Control, Drall Orbit}

*Two droids sat behind a large control board, an expansive view screen in front of them. The view was that of the main hyperspace lane coming in to Drall, from the direction of the core. It was the preferred lane for most visitors too Drall, the hyperlane leading to the Outer Rims mainly filled with cargo ships and transports revolving around mining. The two droids looked down at their boards as lights began to flash, indicating incoming vessels. They then looked back up at the view screen, just in time to watch four large Acclamator transports drop out of hyperspace. They were very large vessels, the ship make originally designed to house a large array of weaponry, men, and starfighters. These had been converted to cargo ships, a rather smart idea considering how large their cargo holds were.

A message was soon broadcast from the ship, asking for clearance to dock at Naktone Industries orbital platforms. They checked their flight logs for the day, there being no mention of such a convoy arriving that day. They immediately went in to Code Yellow one, informing the Drall defense of the ships and putting their own programs on alert. The droids then responded, their voices monotone, as with most droids.*

:: Copy AT 23, we have you on visual and scans. Please state your business here today. All non-scheduled traffic must pass clearance and inspection before allowed to land at our facilities. ::

Thu Jan 20, 2011 4:21 pm by Thyrsus Jax

:: Control we are coming in empty and intending to make bulk purchases from Naktone Industries. Where do you want to do the inspections? ::

Fri Jan 21, 2011 8:55 pm by Thyrsus Jax

*Having been informed of another business that might have the items at a cheaper price the four Acclamators turned and jumped to hyperspace.*

Mon Jan 31, 2011 3:36 am by Ashla

*A TIE Defender popped out of hyperspace, its weapons powered down as a sign of goodwill. In the cockpit, the Farghul pilot tapped her commlink.*

:: Drall control, this is TIE Defender, requesting landing clearance. ::

*There was a slight delay, before the answer came.*

=Drall Control=
:: TIE Defender, you are cleared for landing. Coordinates being transmitted now. ::

*Ashla nodded quietly to herself.* :: Thank you Drall Control. Out. ::

Fri Feb 04, 2011 1:14 am by Jinx

A transport shuttle zoomed out of hyperspace and slowed as it neared the plant, Drall. Once again the Dooler brothers couldn't decide which one of them would contact the control tower first.

=Pilot - Capt. Buff Dooler=
"It's my turn you stinkin wampa fart! You had your chance Corellia's control! It's my turn to contact this one!"

=Co-Pilot - Lt. Biff Dooler=
"Stinkin wampa fart?! Why you little..."

The Brothers were on the floor of the shuttle wrestling around like little kids when their bickering was cut short by the sight of a pair of black boots. They looked up to see who the boots were attached to with silly grins on their faces.

=Jinx=
"AHEM! Boys....must we go trough this at EVERY kriffing planet we come to?"

Jinx was looking down at them, an eyebrow raised, and a stern look on her young face. Holding out a hand, she waited. Biff and Buff slowly got to their feet and sheepishly handed over the ships comlink before going back to their pilots seats, grinning to each other.

"Thank you gentlemen." She couldn't help but smile slightly at their antics. Truth be told, she did in fact love them like big brothers....she just often wondered how they ever managed to land on a planet before they met her. Shaking her head and grinning, she clicked the comlink.

:: Drall control, this is the Doolers Folley requesting permission to land at the nearest spaceport. thank you. ::

After a few moments a voice came back from planetary control.

=Planetary Control=
:: Doolers Folley you are cleared to land. Coordinates are being sent to you now. Control out.... ::

Smiling, Jinx handed the comlink to Buff and crossed her arms over her chest. Looking around at everyone who'd came with them, she grinned widely and spoke softly.

"Well girls and boys....welcome to our new home...."

Fri Feb 04, 2011 1:27 am by Janielle Lunarr

Janielle, who had been sleeping comfortably on a chair, sleepily opens her eyes and looks through Jinx, seeing past her, she reaches out with her right hand and points downwards, towards the planet. What most people would not realize was that she was pointing directly at the H.A.W.T. Headquarters. ♫♫The first call will lead to greater danger, and heed it nonetheless we will...♫♫ she says, before promptly going back to sleep, looking so peaceful and ignorant of current events.

Fri Feb 04, 2011 1:49 am by Asyeline Skyrah

Petrisya eyes Janielle worriedly, trying to decipher what the Ageless girl was saying. Then she sets her glowing pink eyes on Jinx for a short while, before lowering them again. She felt a little uncomfortable, uncertain about her future here. Yet, it was the Force that led her to these people, wasn't it? She wouldn't deny the Will of the Force, not her. Although amongst the four Skyrah sisters, she may have been considered the most powerful, she was also the one who was always second-guessing herself, and that held her back from reaching her full potential. Crossing her palms over each other and resting them on her lap, Petrisya tries to relax herself a little, and think happy thoughts. But right now it was all a jumble of confused thoughts, making her fluctuating bloodstream roil in tumultuos turns.

Maybe she should go cook something. I wonder if this shuttle has a pantry? She thinks. She was about to ask Jinx, but the words died in her mouth for some reason and the girl slumps back into the chair. She wished the two brothers would go back to quarelling, at least they will provide a welcome distraction to her confused and wearied mind, even if it set her rapid heart rate skyrocketing into unhealthy levels.

Sun Feb 06, 2011 1:50 pm by Jinx

Buff and Biff pointed the ship toward the given coordinates and headed down to the planets surface. Jinx glanced over to Janielle as the woman woke up long enough to make a comment. Raising a questioning eyebrow, then deciding it was probably best to not ask, Jinx smiled shrugging her shoulders and set about getting her stuff together for the landing....

Sun Feb 13, 2011 2:59 pm by Eris Valmont

*An ARC-170 starfighter jumped out of hyperspace. The one maneuvering the spacecraft knew that she and her sister had cut this one short, and she also knew that they were running low on fuel. Eris looked down at the planet and then at the navcomp. She knew exactly where they were, and she exactly knew where to go to refuel this little scrap of metal right here. In the co-pilot seat, she noticed her sister looking at the planet with an unimpressed look or maybe Eris was just seeing things but she was sure that Lysa was hoping to make it to Corellia by now, except they were stuck here and had to ask for a landing clearance and refuel. Finally hailing space control, Eris just leaned over slightly and began to speak.

:: Hello lovely people that are currently in Drall's space control. This is the Janeiro, we are seeking for a landing clearance to refuel back in Meccha. If you would be so kind to give us that clearance, we come with peaceful intentions and we'll probably be in and out before you know it. ::

Eris leaned back against her seat and noticed her sister rolling her eyes playfully and even mutter something under her breath to which Eris just shrugged nonchalantly and said with a perfectly innocent grin.* Well what can I say, you did tell me to be polite sometimes, no? So this is me being polite and asking nicely the lovely people down there... And please don't look at me like that. *Eris poked her tongue out at her sister and giggled faintly under her breath but she cut short when she head the response from ATC giving them a landing clearance.*

:: Thank you very much officer. ::

*With that said and done, Eris maneuvered the starfighter down towards the planet and towards the coordinates they were given and those coordinates were exactly the place they were aiming for in the first place.*

Sun Feb 13, 2011 7:14 pm by Gwyn

*A battered HT-2200 leaps out of hyperspace and enters syncronous orbit with Drall. Inside, Jads whoops for joy. Not only did the hyperspace route bring them through safely, it brought them to an inhabited planet with a fairly advanced civilization. Meaning he has jobs, and he'll have fuel. Maybe something good to eat as well. Responding to his elated cries, Sims and Gwyn enter the cockpit, the latter looking wonderingly at the planet looming before the cockpit of the freighter.*

=Jads=

"Ladies, I give you, Drall. Garden spot of the galaxy...at least, it is to us, because this as far as we're going until we can get some fuel, some repairs, and definitely some food."

=Sims=

"That's great, maybe we can actually eat something that's cooked too!"*Turning to look at Gwyn, she asks,*"Bet you'd like to try eating something too, huh?"

*Gwyn just looks at the couple, then shrugs nonchalantly.* *She'd said little to nothing throughout the journey, content to just ride the entire way silently, save for the few occasions when either of the spacer couple tried to strike up conversation with the Jabiimi woman. They learnt rather little of their sullen passenger, and she only answered their questions, though she wasn't much of a conversationalist. They only time she'd seemed interested in anything was when Sims showed her how to maintain the ship's engines, and when Jads spoke about his handling of certain weapons. She was a soldier through and through, and knew of no other life. She held no thoughts for a life free of strife, suffering and war. Yet here she is, adrift and abandoned by her past, in a future not of her choosing. Stuck with a pair of kindly spacers who she nearly killed in her first encounter.

Jads was talking about how Drall was famous for its great food, it sure seemed like that was all these two could think of right now, but Gwyn could hardly blame them. Sims looked like an anorexic horror, and Jads wasn't that far behind. Though of a thin, wiry frame herself, Gwyn still looked better proportioned when compared to the couple, and that said a lot about their health. This train of thought led Gwyn to wonder about her health, and the disease which landed her in the Cryocontainer in the first place. Had they been able to destroy the disease which ravaged her body? She hasn't felt any of the symptoms reemerging, so maybe the doctors had been successful. She even felt stronger, faster and more alert than before, but maybe that was just her imagination.*

=Jads=

"All right, ladies, I'm going to get us planetside in a few minutes. Please strap in if you will." *While the women took seats and buckled their belts, he keyed in an open frequency to the orbital control.*:: Orbital control, this is Captain Jads Sinclair of the Skyliner, request permission to land, looking to refit, refuel, and find work. Transmiting transponder codes. ::

=Drall Orbital Control=

*The orbital control personnel were swift and efficient. They had to be, to keep a good hand on incoming and outgoing traffic. Receiving the freighter's transponder codes and verifying it on a security database, they found no blacklists on this particular vessel. It was just another junk trader vessel. Nevertheless, like any efficient security center, they ran a quick scan of the ship as it passed the orbital Sensor nodes. It came out clean, nothing illegal. The security team were almost disappointed. Junk traders usually carried something illegal worth arresting them for. It'll be some action at the least.* *The lead officer comms a reply to the ship,*:: Skyliner, you are cleared for landing. Proceed to docking bay One-Two-Six-Two-Nine-Oh for ship parking fees. While you're here, be sure to visit the Boiling Seas, it's blooming season right about now. Welcome to Drall. ::

=Jads Sinclair=

:: Roger that, thank you, Orbital Control. ::*He turns and grins at the women, gunning the ship down towards the surface of the planet.*

*All the way down, Gwyn, who'd never left her planet before, wondered what on Jabiim is the Boiling Sea.*

Wed Feb 16, 2011 4:29 am by Alluria

The ship makes the jump from hyperspace and enters Dralls orbit and begins to make its way down toward the planetary surface.

Tue Mar 01, 2011 5:58 am by Ni'moira Kale

*Ni'Moira Kale was a tiny, shy girl who was born and raised in the Hapan shipyards. Sitting in the back of small transport ship, Ni'moira fidgeted with her hands as she watched they entered Drall's orbit.

It hadn't been long since the young woman had lost her parents; both heavy hitters in the world of transport and trading. With the disappearance of her older sister, Ni'moira and the family Vornskr had been kept under the close eye of family friend 'Mac'. It was Mac who had heard rumor of a group of women starting a trading company, and it was he who brought it to Ni'moira and pushed her to contact them. Ni'moira did just that, and interview was confirmed, and Mac was about to push her out into that giant, scary galaxy all by herself.*

"Hey Kiddo, we've got clearance, you ready for this?"

*Ni'moira snapped to attention before nodded cautiously.* "It's never the right time for such a large change, Mac. Then again, you get nowhere without taking a few blind leaps?"

*Mac smiled his semi-toothless grin and returned sight to the planet below.*
"You wanna give H.A.W.T. a shout, then? Let them know we're due in a standard hour?"

*Ni'moira jumped up into the co-pilot's seat and set up for transmission.*

:: Hello Hapan Alliance of Women Traders, this is Ni'moira Kale for interview. Clearance has been granted, estimated arrival time 1 standard hour. Look forward to seeing you. ::

*As the transmission cut, Kal elooked over to Mac with a big smile; though thoughts of her arrival on the landing oad unnerved her.*

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