Open Terrain

Sat Jul 18, 2009 9:15 am by An Tiarna Dubh

*Two ships break into Mon Cal airspace. They are a strange build designed for battle. Little resistance seems to exist. The shield is raised and AnTiarna himself sends out a broad comm*

::I strongly suggest any thick enough to even think of opposing me rethink that idea but fast::

(Admiral Ó hÉir)
Acclamator III-class assault transport (HIM equipped) Fion
Technical specifications:
Speed: 60 MGLT
800 km/h(atmosphere)
Hyperdrive rating: Class 0.6
Backup class 10.0
Power plant: Hypermatter reactor
Shielding: Equipped
Hull: Durasteel armor impregnated with neutronium
Armament:
16 Quad turbolaser cannons 10 ventral, 6 dorsal (200 gigatons per shot)
32 Point-defense laser cannons (sides)
5 Proton torpedo tubes (nose)
Complement:
• 30 TIE Fighters; 5 TIE Bombers (Garrison Base complement but may act independently)
• 1 Prefab Garrison Base w/ full complement:
20 SPMA-T (Self-Propelled Medium Artillery)
10 AT- STs
40 speeder bikes
60 landspeeders
100 miscellaneous vehicles (construction, cargo, maintenance, etc.)
• 100 IG-227 Hailfire-class droid tanks
• 100 2-M Saber-class repulsor tank
• 80 LAAT/i (30 passengers + all carry an IM-6 battlefield medical droid)
Passengers: 21,000 troops
Troops:
General Robert E. Lee (Command Officer)
1st Division: 10000 Togorian Marines;
Major general Mac Árdgjail
1st Togorian Highland Commando Regiment: 250 Troopers
1man on Uilleann pipe & 2 bodhrán drum accompany the Regiment (Civilians)

(Admiral Ó Briain)
Acclamator III-class assault transport (HIM equipped) Gráinne Mhaol
Technical specifications:
Speed: 60 MGLT
800 km/h(atmosphere)
Hyperdrive rating: Class 0.6
Backup class 10.0
Power plant: Hypermatter reactor
Shielding: Equipped
Hull: Durasteel armor impregnated with neutronium
Armament:
16 Quad turbolaser cannons 10 ventral, 6 dorsal (200 gigatons per shot)
32 Point-defense laser cannons (sides)
5 Proton torpedo tubes (nose)
Complement:
• 30 TIE Fighters; 5 TIE Bombers (Garrison Base complement but may act independently)
• 1 Prefab Garrison Base w/ full complement:
20 SPMA-T (Self-Propelled Medium Artillery)
10 AT- STs
40 speeder bikes
60 landspeeders
100 miscellaneous vehicles (construction, cargo, maintenance, etc.)
• 100 IG-227 Hailfire-class droid tanks
• 100 2-M Saber-class repulsor tank
• 80 LAAT/i (30 passengers + all carry an IM-6 battlefield medical droid)
• 50 • Wookie Oevvaor jet catamarans
Passengers: 21,000 troops
Troops:
General Chaos
2nd Division: 10000 Togorian Marines

Sat Jul 18, 2009 10:53 am by Jan'shyr Ronin

*The front half of the 'Red Horizon' crashes down into the ocean causing an enormous tidal wave which heads towards Coral City and is strong enough to sweep over a small portion of the city's coast. Gantir lay bloody and almost dead on the bridge of the ship, the only lights were the red emergency lights, blood filled his eyes as it dripped from his head, and he fell unconscience.*

<< Ronin......Ronin... >>

Sat Jul 18, 2009 1:44 pm by Randall Flagg

*The Itchy Ringpiece soars across the Mon Calamari ocean. RF uses the ship's scanners to finds the largest of the marshy islands. The YT-1300 touches down upon one large enough for the ship itself and a fight and powers down.

Randall Flagg leads his Apprentice from the ship and activates his dart launchers.

==Randall Flagg==

Be ready Si-Uri

RF sits down and begins to meditate, focusing on the Force as he sends a message to all Force Users on the planet*
<< Anyone who opposes the Iron Fists or Dark Confederacy on Mon Calamari! Your time is numbered. If you have the stones then come and face me now! >>

Sat Jul 18, 2009 4:13 pm by Floppy the Wabbit

*A couple hundred escape pods crash down on some of the marshy islands. A few of them had hit debris on the way down and broke up in orbit, but the rest were safe. 1,052 Model A Kothlis-class Replica Droids climb out, along with 488 Model Bs. 180 Elite Storm Droids managed to get our of the troop bays from the two mangled destroyers, and set up defenses. All the KHRDs were armed with Survivor Blaster/Flechette pistols, and between them they had 200 E-37 Blaster Rifles, 50 Dark Storm Carbines, and 25 SLSAM-V launchers. Each Elite Storm Droid had a KYLT-I. They set up transmitters and awaited rescue, or hostile forces.*

Sat Jul 18, 2009 4:21 pm by Raven Tarkin Or'dinii

Randall Flagg wrote:*The Itchy Ringpiece soars across the Mon Calamari ocean. RF uses the ship's scanners to finds the largest of the marshy islands. The YT-1300 touches down upon one large enough for the ship itself and a fight and powers down.

Randall Flagg leads his Apprentice from the ship and activates his dart launchers.

==Randall Flagg==

Be ready Si-Uri

RF sits down and begins to meditate, focusing on the Force as he sends a message to all Force Users on the planet*
<< Anyone who opposes the Iron Fists or Dark Confederacy on Mon Calamari! Your time is numbered. If you have the stones then come and face me now! >>

<< Hahaha I gurantee u that nobody here opposes the iron fist's. We would have given the planet the the PI had they listened to us. >>

Sun Jul 19, 2009 12:30 am by Rhea

Randall Flagg wrote:*The Itchy Ringpiece soars across the Mon Calamari ocean. RF uses the ship's scanners to finds the largest of the marshy islands. The YT-1300 touches down upon one large enough for the ship itself and a fight and powers down.

Randall Flagg leads his Apprentice from the ship and activates his dart launchers.

==Randall Flagg==

Be ready Si-Uri

RF sits down and begins to meditate, focusing on the Force as he sends a message to all Force Users on the planet*
<< Anyone who opposes the Iron Fists or Dark Confederacy on Mon Calamari! Your time is numbered. If you have the stones then come and face me now! >>

*Si-Uri takes her place beside Randall as her hands move to the hilts of her blades, and begins to draw upon her energies allowing them to build and readying herself for anything that may come her way.*

Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:08 am by Rhea

*Her commslink buzzed and she the orders from An Tiarna came through, She turned to Randall and informed they were to join An Tiarna’s fleet in orbit, she watched as he boarded the ship and followed him aboard and sat quietly beside him as they left Mon Cals surface.*

Sun Jul 19, 2009 9:17 am by Jan'shyr Ronin

*Ronin's LAAT hovered over a pile of debris in the water. On top of the debris was Gantir who lay there unconscience. Ronin dropped rapel line picked up Gantir and the LAAT took off. Ronin and Gantir were pulled up by his bodyguards and the bay doors were closed as the LAAT flew into orbit on the opposite side of all the enemy fleets.*

Sun Jul 19, 2009 8:26 pm by Floppy the Wabbit

*Several unarmed transports thunder through the atmosphere, trying to pick out a transponder. Suddenly a loud beeping went off in the main transport, and the pilot switched to a general but LAN-encrypted frequency.*

=Rescue Lead=
:: Eradicator crew, Eradicator crew, this is rescue group. Do you copy? ::

=Model A Executive Officer 'Mirshe'=
:: Rescue group, this is the ranking officer speaking. We're around fifteen hundred strong and awaiting evacuation. ::

=Rescue Lead=
:: Coming in now. ::

*The monstrous transports deploy, landing near the stranded crew. After picking them up, the transports head back up into orbit.*

Mon Jul 20, 2009 6:10 am by Ada Lane

*The 7 MC 80 evacuation cruisers, converted into troop transports, break through the atmosphere and make their way towards Coral City.*

Mon Mar 15, 2010 11:34 am by Torian Pierce

{ Nearly a Year after the merger of the New Republic into the Galactic Coalition. }

*With the sun gleaming upon the pristine waters of the water world Dac, one could finally experience peace in a time shrouded by war and darkness.There was little to no dry land upon the world of the Mon Calamari and Quarren, and yet they were gracious enough to built the beautiful city named "Coral City." for those that were unable to enjoy the waters of their world. the Kindness of the Mon Calamari would never be forgotten, and their spirit and determination in the face of all odds would be a, and has been a Glorious addition to the Galactic Coalition of Confederate Systems.*

Wed May 12, 2010 4:10 pm by Asyeline Skyrah

*Princess Llelykalidia swims through the waters of the oceans, enjoying herself. A being of land and water, she was quite at home swimming through endless oceans. She had no idea how long now she'd been swimming around, since she made it a habit to avoid contact with mortal beings. Now however, things are changing. Feeling a tug at her heart and her senses, she realized her sister may be in need of her. "Desert fish", she remembers jokingly calling Therranbithia when the other princess chose to head for a desert planet instead of one full of water, like she did.

The urging in her head wouldn't go away, Llelykalidia realized it was time...vacation's over. Sighing, she kicks her tail and swims for Coral City at high speed.*

Wed Aug 18, 2010 9:59 pm by Kel'Al Raganella

*Several foolish young Quarren made a pact: They would attempt to swim around the equator of the planet, stopping only when absolutely necessary for food or rest, or to tend to their injuries. Their village elders shook their heads hopelessly, but nothing could subdue the youthful enthusiasm and peer pressure that the group of youths had inspired in each other. It would be an epic journey, lasting many months.*

Sun Sep 12, 2010 9:16 pm by Kel'Al Raganella

*Their quest only a week old, the band of young Quarren were already starting to question the wisdom of their foolish endeavor. It seemed likely that it would send some, if not all, of them to a swift and watery grave. Exhaustion, cramps, and various exertion-related rashes plagued them, but they pushed onward bravely. They had been advised by a Mon Calamari swimmer --- who had served as an inspiration of sorts for the minority Quarren --- that the first few weeks of distance swimming, whether training, or a real adventure like this one, would be the toughest. They hoped that by the third week, their conditioning would improve and they would begin to make faster progress. It seemed like each klick took hours to swim, and sometimes they had to wait for slower swimmers to catch up.*

Sun May 15, 2011 11:17 am by Torian Pierce

= Prads'are'nuruodo =

For reasons unknown, he had always loved the way the water seemed to glisten in the light of the setting sun. It was peaceful, serene, and a beauty untouched by human hands. Sights like this, you couldn't get off the high rises of the Skyscrapers of Coruscant, nor could you get such a peaceful aura from the rolling fields of Dantooine. Saren's red eyes watched as the surface rippled and glimmered, thinking to himself how much he enjoyed the simple pleasure of watching life live out without the horrible screams of death filling his ears. He was glad this was his shore leave, here of all other places in the Galaxy he could put the demons gnawing at the back of his mind to finally rest.

The skirmishes with politicians, the news of Rendili standing upon the precipice of civil war, all of this was just an un-needed burden upon his shoulders. He was used to fighting with his hands, not with his words. The Situation here upon Mon Calamari had been like a clown walking upon a tight rope. One false move and next thing you know, the Quarren are strangling their Calamari brothers. With such a tensile situation, who wouldn't be driven mad. The whole universe was standing upon the brink of war and the sheer pressure of it all was far too much for many people to handle.

The fact that Saren could was enough to prove that he was a chiss of strong moral fibre, and of mental discipline. He had always had a way with finding a focal point upon which he would vent his frustrations, a place where he could retreat to and the troubles of the universe were nothing but far off trivial nuances. As his arms seemed to find themselves resting upon the edge of the the styled white railing, Saren's mind began to become one with the movement of the water, all his troubles, all the things that had caused him to become distraught with his assignment, seemed to wash away with the tides.

"So peaceful.."

The words that came out of his mouth, seemed to have formulated themselves and forced their way through his blue coloured lips. Seemingly surprised at what he had said, Saren's posture shifted slightly. He turned his head to see if anyone else was in the room with him to hear his little outburst, only to let out a small sigh of relief as his glowing red eyes spotted and confirmed that he was alone to enjoy his solitude. Smiling, Saren shifted his gaze back out towards the sunset and let a smile take over the lower portion of his face. He would make the best of the time he had left before he was relieved of duty by a replacement.

Wed Jun 29, 2011 9:30 pm by Torian Pierce

= Prads'are'nuruodo =

It was with the setting sun did Saren's eyes finally drift the exiled chiss' eyes finally close. In the dreamscape of this man's mind be retreated back to his frozen homeworld of Csilla, there he imagined himself in the loving arms of his wife. Despite the howling hinds of the planet below, he stood with with wife in his arms holding her tight. He remembered this moment well, when he had been discharged from the Ascendancy because of his unwillingness to follow his superior's direct command to open fire on suspected rebels. Saren recalled pleading to the commander to interrogate them and not to turn them into cattle awaiting the slaughter. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his chest, the slight passing of water from her eyes to his cloak.

Just being back in this moment stirred something horrible deep down within the Chiss, he hated how he was wronged how he had to leave his family in order for them to be safe within the arms of her parents. It was for the first time in years that he had felt rage, an untapped primal rage that would consume his mind if he did not put a stop to this emotional infection. The vision of his past started to turn blood red, veins compromised of pure darkness shot out of the corner of his eyes only to slowly engulf everything he had cherished in his dream. Within a fleeting moment everything had gone dark, he wanted to wake up yet he found himself unable to. Saren wanted to scream, but no sound came.

There somewhere in the darkness he saw a pair of eyes, glowing red and oozing with malice.

What could this monster be? How did it manage to intercept and infiltrate his dreams? So many unanswered questions yet the feeling of terror was inescapable. His skin seems to crawl as this shrouded beast slowly came closer. He could feel the monsters breath stream across his face as it's snout came a mere inch away. In the heat of that moment of terror, his nerves jolted the blue skinned man awake. Sweat kissed the tips of his jet black hair, moistened the covers he had no recollection of ever donning upon himself. What madness caused this beast to enter his dreams? Could it have meant something, could it have been merely a dream from a past life? He had no idea.

With another day dawning upon the outskirts of Foamwander city, Saren quickly roused himself from the mattress and prepared for the long journey towards Coral City. His fear stricken fingers had a hard time keeping still as he folded his uniforms and tunics, curse words seemed to slip out of his horror stricken lips more so than usual. It was like a passing storm of emotion as the fear had left his body and became one with the winds, it was if his body detected that another was in the room and his defenses started up almost instantly.

"Sir? It's time.."

Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:53 am by Will Son'tir

*Faomwander City was a nice warm place for any respectable Mon Calamari would like to call home, a bustling town with commerce and shops, but also parks of beautiful and lush plant life of various parts of the planet; as well as some exotic jungle plants that were transplanted into the city as part of a botany fellowship to see if the plants would cross germinate and populate the area; the experiment seems to have yielded some beautiful results. On the outskirts of town is where most of the bigger families and more affluent of the towns populations seem to congregate to live, in little dome docile of condo cohabitations sometimes. Also, natural terraforming the government did to give Foamwander City some natural feel to it can be found all around the bustling town. The buildings seem to be bubbled replicas of the very dome that Foamwander is encased in to protect from the sometimes harsh storms of Dac.*

*The city, despite the planetary troubles that its people have seen recently, seems to be as thriving as ever, But it ws always so; as a matter of fact, the city was in just as much of dire straights as that if all others living on Dac; ubtil a dashing young charismatic politician call Cihlbar came about to be elected as mayor and helped put things back together again in a matter of months, now he heads to the Grand Council Shell to persuade the elders to hope against hope in order to keep democracy from dying out in the galaxy. He, his brother, the Senator to the Coaltion, have been working on a draft of a grand charter that will change the galaxy forever. . .*

Sat Aug 13, 2011 11:51 am by Syren

The ship rocked back and forth in the waves as they set out the nets. In six hours, there would be plenty of fish flopping on the deck. In the meantime however, they would have to stare at each other growing uglier by the second.

Kapal took a death stick from his shirt pocket and lit the end. There was something about the sea air that always made them taste sweeter. He inhaled deeply, then let the smoke stream out of his nostrils. His large fish eyes blinked in the sunlight hidden by glare shades.

Behind him, a humanoid creature stalked up quietly. Aydon. He had shown up at the dock at the last minute. He was a useful hand, and the captain was obviously convinced that he was a necessary asset, but the man made Kapal's skin crawl. Kapal rolled an eye backward to keep an eye on Aydon.

His skin was blue out here, with strips and swirl patterns of teal along his arms, legs and back. He was obviously suited to life in the water because of his webbed hands and counter-shading skin pattern. The man had no body hair of which to speak and was very reserved and quiet. Kapal had never met a species like Aydon, and he had a feeling he didn't want to meet another.

Aydon looked up suddenly to catch Kapal's watchful eyes. He smiled at Kapal, showing his long canines. He made a small snapping gesture in Kapal's direction before he returned his attention to his lines.

Aydon had tried to retain a cover while aboard the ship. His charm had worked on majority of the crew, but Kapal had not been won over so easily. It was only a matter of time before the Mon Calamari would have to be dealt with. It would not be hard to manufacture an accident on a boat like this, but it was inconvenient. Still, it would be more inconvenient if Kapal ruined Aydon's plans before they could start.

Carefully he watched Kapal as he ground out his death stick butt on the deck of the ship, and kicked it back into the ocean. With one final reproachful look in Aydon's direction, the Mon Cal headed toward the cabin. Aydon coiled his line, and made his way toward the bridge. They would all play a few hands of sabacc before they pulled in their nets. Then they would steam back into port with a hold full of fresh meat. After the processing, there would only be a matter of time until they hit the bars.

Yes. It was easy to manufacture an accident aboard ships. But that often led to questions later, questions that Aydon did not want to deal with. It would be far easier to leave no trace on land, and get a decent meal out of it as well. Aydon smiled to himself. Patience, it would not be long now until he could put his plans into action. Patience, and he could continue the hunt.

He turned his inward smile outward as he went inside the cabin at the bridge. He greeted Salpus, the captain, warmly and made all the required jokes and witticisms necessary. It was time to play cards.

Mon Aug 15, 2011 1:23 am by Will Son'tir

Sometime after Cihlbar's election to the Coalition of Free Worlds.

*A tall sterile glass dome, gleaming in the morning sun, was the only thing separating the outside climate of Dac to the five beings inside the elite training facilities that now resides in Foamwanderer City. An arm of the planetary law enforcement and a tool of the Council as well, it must remain independent from that of local government. The dome was brightly gleaming of the morning sun, it gave the domed room an ironic sense of tranquility for what it is about to be used for.*

*Inside the dome, four beings sat in a casual straight line, in various degrees of comfort; the fifth sat straight backed and cross-legged with definite aires of authority and discipline. The fifth, a green-skinned Neiomodian, with long head tendrils flowing behind his back and big black bulbs where the pupils cannot be distinguished from the irises. He wore the deep blue jumpsuit indicative of the Mon Calamari Defense Force, loose fitting to allow for mobility and a level of comfort. His black bulbs that were his eyes scanned over the four other beings presently before him now: two Calamarians and two Quarrens. Though the two species were related in origin, both were aquatic and shared this home world of Dac, they were drastically different in appearance. The Calamarians were slick-skinned with large bulbous eyes of their lagre fish-like heads. As the Quarrens had small beady eyes that were at the approximate middle of a smooth and normally pale skinned face; their faces bear small tendrils all across their chin line-- characteristic of all Quarrens.*

*The Neiomodian now addressed them as who they are-- equal among each other. Though all of them had varying skin colors and tendril placements, all wore the very same deep blue jumpsuit as the Neiomodian who was about to begin.*

"Dacians, we have been hand-picked by the newly elected Senator, Cihlbar and his appointed Minister of Justice Fortem, to be an elite squad bent on defending peace and dispatching justice. Simple enough. What does that mean to us? We go where the run of the mill MonCalDef officer cannot. When it calls for a specific small strike or even . . . lets call it preemptive defense. A more specific direction is that you have been commissioned as Dac's military pride for the jedi's disposal to combat the surmounting Red Eclipse issue arising. Now, I have also caught word they are importing someone off world to take command, I am here just to babysit you lot before he gets here. So, without further adieu, welcome to Poseidon's Fist. On the backside of this well accommodation training facility, you will find all the equipment you need to carry out your orders, I will be at my desk if you hatchlings need anything from me; carry on. "

*the Nautolan got up from the group and left the four to their own devices as he began to process paperwork at a desk on the other side of the bright dome. The Four split into two groups, the Calamarians silently chatting among themselves and the Quarren pair doing them same as the start rifling through the storage lockers of the room for their special needs in ordinance. Even though all service beings present have each served with honor and without scandal or blemish their records respectively. Still, they just can't seem to overcome centuries of cultural . . . competition and contempt. They are all skilled individually, but it will be a task to try and get them to work as a unit. . .*

Mon Aug 15, 2011 1:25 pm by Lord Squidus

*A convoy of ships move through the water towards Heurkea Floating City At the lead of the convoy were five Manta droid subfighters with Energy torpedo weapon system, not far behind a amphibious fighter carrying Cegan Kaynu.*

=Cegan Kaynu=

:: We are approaching the city now my lord. :: *Cegan said into the holo-projection of his master.*

=Lord Squidus=

:: Very good my apprentice. As soon as you are in range strike, show no mercy. :: *Lord Squidus said with no emotion. The Mon Cals did not deserve any mercy for what they did to Dac and to his people.*

=Cegan Kaynu=

:: Yes my lord. It will be done. :: *The feed then shut off and Cegan went back to the display of the five Manta subfighters. Not soon after his view fell on the display the red target indicators flashed the ready alerts to fire. Turning on his headset Cegan spoke to the droid subfighters.*:: Come on you stupid bucket of bolts open fire! :: *In the next instant a stream of 10 foamy trails flew through the water and crashed into the base of the Heurkea making a ripple through the water as the city was shook by its now weak foundations.* :: Circle around and strike again! And we not in position yet? ::*He screamed at the droids. Has the five subfighters circled to attack again the amphibious fighter dropped deeper down into the sea to speed closer towards the city. Soon great attention would be on the subfighters which would then flee taking the local defenses hopefully with them so Cegan could surface and send his 40 droids into the city to send a clear message and declaration of war. For now he could only hope for his own sake the local police forces fell for the bait or he would suffer his master's wrath.*

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