Open Terrain

Sat Jul 31, 2010 12:16 pm by Innon'Ruuk

*Mining operation continue with regular preventative maintenance on sections that need regular upkeep, raw materials are separated into specific ore groups and moved to storage until pick by BMC.*

Mon Aug 23, 2010 5:55 pm by Innon'Ruuk

*Equipment and such are moved into the completed Barracks.*

Sun Dec 12, 2010 1:50 pm by Innon'Ruuk

*Of the first group of 500 men training to be Snowtroopers, 157 have reached the required standards, all others are sent back to Pzob or Adarlon. Mining continues at a decreased pace.*

Wed Dec 22, 2010 9:23 pm by Santa Claus 2.0

*Smoke rises from an exhaust stack at the industrial Complex known as Santa Claus's Workshop, Alarms ring out signifying shift change as hundreds of ewok slaves are shipped back out in cages and the next shift rolled in, Overseer droids crack their electric discharge whips as each of the rolling cages are opened and the furry little bastards is chained with stun cuffs and hooked to a length of chain, making a chain gang, each gang is lead to a work station and forced to make weapons of mass destruction for Santa Claus 2.0.*

*Production run for air to surface jolly seeking missiles for those pesky Jedi are on tonight's shift.*

Tue Jan 11, 2011 8:36 am by Innon'Ruuk

*SnowTroopers continue to train on the Harsh world of Abyssissa, Mining slows to a 'below normal' pace and materials here are not of high quality. The Garrison Base is reduced to half the staff and 1 of the 3 planetary cannons is deactivated.*

Sun Mar 06, 2011 11:09 am by Innon'Ruuk

*New orders are received and everything shut down save the Mining Base, transports are packed and sent to orbit. minimal defenses are left behind, one planetary cannon remains active.*

Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:37 am by Innon'Ruuk

*Strip mining and underground mining continues at regular pace, preventive maintenance is kept regularly on all equipment and droids, other than that it's pretty quiet on the frozen ice known as Abyssissa.*

Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:40 am by Dragus

*Bacca's post continued.*

*-ississississississississississississississississississississississississississississississississa.*

*When speaking about the planet known as Abyssissa, one must remember to stress the right amount of issa's. Failure to do so is punishable under section 711.4(a) of the NOE galactic criminal code.*

Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:17 am by Innon'Ruuk

*New orders are received for the Base, The Base is to be converted to a Listening post.*

Mon Sep 12, 2011 7:22 am by Innon'Ruuk

*Re-construction continues and is close to being finished.*

Fri Oct 07, 2011 3:49 pm by Innon'Ruuk

*The Listening Post is completed and crews begin their new assignments, the encrypted coded transmission of the "All clear" has begun, scanning crews start work immediately for incoming vessels*

*All mining activities are suspended until further notice, all equipment is stored in underground bays.*

Sat Nov 05, 2011 1:25 pm by Innon'Ruuk

*The "All Clear" Transmission continues. Troops stay sharp by running drills and equipment is maintained by work crews.*

Tue Dec 27, 2011 4:36 pm by Innon'Ruuk

*Crews keep up with regular duties as the "All clear" transmission continues, sensor teams maintain their search.*

Fri Jan 06, 2012 7:50 am by Innon'Ruuk

*Warning alarms ring out as Sensor teams receive several hyperwave reports from several Empion Mines near one of the few exits to Abyssissa, seconds later more reports are sent telling of detonation, this is all reported to the NOE Imperial Sovereign Protector in charge of the Listening Post.

He barged into the control room from his side suit to the room.*

=Protector Statham=

Set condition yellow and bring the SS-2 Planetary Plasma Cannon on-line and begin a track, all troops to action ready status, ready shields, cut the All Clear transmission to Pzob and open a channel to the vessel.*A few seconds later the channel was opened and the rest of the Protector's orders were followed, he opened himself the force, and became aware of the taint of the lightside nearby.* :: Welcome to Abyssissa, you are trespassing in Imperial occupied territory, State your business or be destroyed. ::

Fri Jan 20, 2012 3:57 pm by Zuli Madoon

Will Son'tir wrote:
Zane Shadolen wrote::: Of course, Cap...now, I'm about to open up the relays, so I'll need you to manually-set the power distribution to the minimal level that the repulsors can keep working. That way, I can figure out how we can get power to the secondary engines. You go ahead with that, I'm opening the relays...now. ::

*Out of the front viewport showed the burning friction of the outer atmospheres against the outside hull of the small vessel. Master Will Son'tir's eyes go wide as he feels the gravitational pull of the planet begin to pull on the vessel. The cockpit begins to shake violently his crash mesh is beginning to dig into his chest as the angle starts to come harsh down towards the planet's surface.*

*Quick scans across his status boards told Will that the situation isn't changing on his end; with a deep breath he begins to commune with the Force. . . as he did so, he felt the solution there soon. . .*

Zane Shadolen wrote:*Tapping his comm, he looked back to Zuli and indicated the relay junction between the primary generator and the feed into the primary engines.*

:: Okay Captain...you have a 'go' for boosting secondary power and getting ready to slow us down. I'm having 'Troyj' begin work on the feed to the primary engines so I can test out the repairs he's made to the main generator. If all this goes well, we should be able to keep from crashing and manage to stay in orbit... ::

*Will opens his eyes as he hears his padawan's voice through the comm, and his status vids indicated exactly what Zane had just told him. With quick taps of the board and a punch thrust against the acceleration yoke, the engines begin to sputter against the frigid air and oxygen rich environment.*

*But after a few blue flame sputters, the engines roar alive-- just in time for the vessel to level out with 15,000 feet to spare and in approach to their estimated landing area transmitted to them a few short minutes ago by the Protector of the system. The leveling came just in time to make it seems just like a skilled, abrasive and fast approach to the landing. The hard thud off the ice packed landing area was a tell tale about how fast the auxiliary thruster were pushing before touchdown; the entire vessel bucked from the inside out. All the loose items in the vessels were dropped, misplaced and laid astray all about the vessel. Circuits burst into bigger sparks, crash webbing are pushed to their limits. The vessel has landed . . .*

*Troyj was still in the Engineering section when the ship "Landed". As the ship touched down, he was thrown towards the front of the ship. He flew through the compartment like a Whisperbird, graceful and effortless, until he neared the bulkhead before him. Troyj instinctively stuck his arms out, snagging his hands on a section of overhead power conduit. Momentum carried him forward swinging his body upwards and into the light fixture. It smashed against him sending, shards of glass showering down onto the deckplates below. Troyj swung backwards, releasing his grip and landed somewhat carefully outside the area covered in glass fragments..*

"Touchdown.." *Troyj hissed through gritted, yellow teeth..

He looked down at his hands and saw his grazed, bleeding palms caused by the rough and jagged surface of the power conduit..

Shaking his hands and flexing his fingers, Troyj righted himself and turned around, looking for Zane..*

Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:01 am by Innon'Ruuk

*After clearing the weird voids, sensor crews suddenly pick up the ship in a steep vector of approach on the Northwest edge of the plotted area by the Protector, 71Km away, sensor crews guess a possible crash as the ship dropped from scan, Protector Statham ordered One AT-AT 'n crew to go and check for survivors.*

*Roughly twenty-five minutes later the massive force field gated doors to the Garrison Base/Listening Post open and one AT-AT slowly moves out. After clearing the defensive perimeter, the walker picks up speed to around 45Km/h and heads in the direction of the crash site, On board, besides the command crew of five, is one Squad (12 soldiers) of NOE troops, consisting of ten NOE StormTroopers, two NOE Glory-Class DarkTrooper Droids, led by one NOE Shadow Guard (non-force user).*

Thu Jan 26, 2012 1:26 pm by Zane Shadolen

While Entering the Atmosphere

*Zane had been furiously working on the power distribution network, when suddenly he began to feel something...different...in the surrounding area. His weight was beginning to shift, and the feeling of gravity began to return to his body. Looking over at Troyj, then back at the terminal in front of him, Zane began to go through some of the subcommands in the program, trying to figure out what was happening...*

"Wait...waitwaitwaitwait...what's going on? This is happening way too soon. Did we hit the power at the wrong time? Must've...the engines had to have kicked on and propelled us into atmo..."

*Depressing a few extra keys, Zane began to search for the engine displays.**He soon found that the engines were engaging their atmospheric functionality, which meant that this was going to be slightly more-difficult to cope with. They had minutes, maybe even seconds before the ship would reach the planet's surface...*

The "Landing"...

*Zane felt the ship begin to shudder at the severe G-forces that were being pushed against it. He wanted to give them more time, try and get the primary engines online. However, it seemed like that was a moot point. There was a sickening feeling beginning to form in the pit of his stomach when he realized that there was no longer any time to focus on anything but surviving the landing.**Zane attempted to focus on getting himself clear of the situation. When the ship would crash, there was likely no worse place to be than here in the engineering bay. Non-critical systems were sure to cascade, and there would be a shower of electricity and fire that no being would likely be able to withstand. So, Zane did what he could. Rushing down the hall, he had barely made it to the pole when something inside him told him to grab on. He did so, and attempted to anchor himself in the Force as he wrapped around the pole. As the impact happened, he felt the severe reaction of gravity's inertia. Had he not just done as he'd done, his lithe frame would have been flung from one side of the vessel to the other. His eyes closed as he continued to shake back and forth, his head and body painfully hitting the pole several times. A shooting, fiery sensation echoed through his rib cage and cranium, and he felt the warm trickle of blood down his brow. But he continued to hold on, despite everything saying he shouldn't.*

*That was, until the final shellshock of force caused his head to impact a little too hard, and he felt himself slipping away as the darkness overtook his vision...Zane had blacked out, and now it left him at the mercy of the forces all around him. His body flung away from the pole, over to a nearby wall. He impacted, not being able to feel the near-shattering force of the wall as he continued bouncing down the corridor. By the end of his aerial journey, he came to rest on the floor near the end of the corridor opposite of the engineering bay. Bruised and bleeding, but luckily not broken...and unconscious. Until he was brought-to, Zane would be unable to do much else...hopefully, that would not be the case...*

Mon Jan 30, 2012 3:31 am by Will Son'tir

*Will was physically drained and jarred all over. His robes were charred black from the constant console sparks flaring from the controls in front of him. His own face a bit charred from the same causes.*

*Master Son'tir begins inhale deeply in an attempt to center himself and allow the Force to flow through more freely; passively allowing a healing meditation take over only to the point of allowing natural mobility back into the otherwise fatigued muscles of the seasoned veteran. With his eyes closed, the Jedi Master rotates his shoulders in their sockets; flexes his neck muscles left and right-- wincing and the pangs and aches suffered at the actions. Opening Will's eyes were like shining morning daylight in a blue hue into lightless cavern that would be Will's charred face. Crimson blood stains botched his well kept hair. He began to unstrap his crash webbing . . .*

Zuli Madoon wrote:
"Touchdown.." *Troyj hissed through gritted, yellow teeth..

He looked down at his hands and saw his grazed, bleeding palms caused by the rough and jagged surface of the power conduit..

*Will found the crash webbing safety clip and with an audible cli-clack, Master Son'tir is free from his webbing. He cocks an eyebrow and turns his head towards Madoon's direction.*

IC: Next time, you drive; and I won't tell you there is an unforeseeable mine field about to rip us out of hyperspace. Bosko is never gunna let me live this down.

*Will was going to add to his comments until*

[Narration]Proximity warnings began to flash on the mid range sensors. Apparently Will did a better job landing the old bird then he thought; most major systems remain intact after the quick restoration given by Zane and Zuli.*

IC: Looks like we have company. Alright, lets just try to play this cool; we are suppliers running supplies to a nearby system-- got diverted; 'this isn't where I left my fleet' and try to gain access to the personnel that have answers. But I have a sneaky suspicion that won't be hard. This place is fairly desolate and whatever story we try to feed them-- they probably aren't gunna buy it. Lets just see how things play out with our story before we either choose to be detained or enter into . . . well classical jedi aggressive negotiations. *Will spares a glance out the forward view port at the Hoth-like blizzard outside.* IC: Maybe try to look through supplies for weather appropriate disguises and equipment; I am gunna go check on that kid. I swear, you give them one simple task, and they take the luxury of almost dying. Let me tell you, 'Troyj', they don;t make 'em how they used to. *With a wink to Madoon, Will has his boots to bulkhead and went to head out towards the Engine compartment to find his apprentice.*

*It was a short distance from the cockpit, through the sleeping quarters and into the engine compartment adjacent to storage-- but Will only had to get to the far end of the sleeping quarters to find his Padawan's unconcious body. Being a master used to the battlefield, a working knowledge of jedi healing is an imperative for Will's service to the Order; a quick Force scan of Zane's signature told him everything he needed to know about his medical condition: no major casualty.*

*He strides to the younger jedi, and grabs him by the chin and shakes his head a bit. Zane's dark auburn head glistens seamlessly with sweat and blood matting his already disorganized mop of a head.* IC: Hey, kid. Wake up. Nap time is over! Gotta a galaxy to save and everything. The temp outside is fantastic, you never have to use a freezer or nothing; time to suit up. *Will being Will, sarcastic and gruff; true to Corellia and Mandalore alike, he means only to joke and toughen his apprentice. He will not move him until the true extent of his wounds have been assessed by the time Zane gains consciousness.*

Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:04 am by Innon'Ruuk

*A small trail of smoke rose up from the crash site, weather conditions were good this day, clear, sunny and minus twenty-seven, with minimal wind chill.*

*The AT-AT had clipped along at a steady pace of nearly 60km/h until the downed ship was in visual range, they slowed there speed to 30Km/h and one of the deck officers moved to the back and updated the NOE Shadow Guard, he nodded, then he turned to his squad, using a series of hand movements he relayed his orders, weapons began clicking and charging, the pair of Glory-Class Droids would be first out upon arrival in about twenty minutes.*

*The passengers in side the ship would soon begin feeling the ominous thumps of the Walker, The clanking of the legs and screeching of the hydraulics.*

Mon Jan 30, 2012 3:54 pm by Zuli Madoon

Will Son'tir wrote:*Will was physically drained and jarred all over. His robes were charred black from the constant console sparks flaring from the controls in front of him. His own face a bit charred from the same causes.*

*Master Son'tir begins inhale deeply in an attempt to center himself and allow the Force to flow through more freely; passively allowing a healing meditation take over only to the point of allowing natural mobility back into the otherwise fatigued muscles of the seasoned veteran. With his eyes closed, the Jedi Master rotates his shoulders in their sockets; flexes his neck muscles left and right-- wincing and the pangs and aches suffered at the actions. Opening Will's eyes were like shining morning daylight in a blue hue into lightless cavern that would be Will's charred face. Crimson blood stains botched his well kept hair. He began to unstrap his crash webbing . . .*

Zuli Madoon wrote:
"Touchdown.." *Troyj hissed through gritted, yellow teeth..

He looked down at his hands and saw his grazed, bleeding palms caused by the rough and jagged surface of the power conduit..

*Will found the crash webbing safety clip and with an audible cli-clack, Master Son'tir is free from his webbing. He cocks an eyebrow and turns his head towards Madoon's direction.*

IC: Next time, you drive; and I won't tell you there is an unforeseeable mine field about to rip us out of hyperspace. Bosko is never gunna let me live this down.

*Will was going to add to his comments until*

[Narration]Proximity warnings began to flash on the mid range sensors. Apparently Will did a better job landing the old bird then he thought; most major systems remain intact after the quick restoration given by Zane and Zuli.*

IC: Looks like we have company. Alright, lets just try to play this cool; we are suppliers running supplies to a nearby system-- got diverted; 'this isn't where I left my fleet' and try to gain access to the personnel that have answers. But I have a sneaky suspicion that won't be hard. This place is fairly desolate and whatever story we try to feed them-- they probably aren't gunna buy it. Lets just see how things play out with our story before we either choose to be detained or enter into . . . well classical jedi aggressive negotiations. *Will spares a glance out the forward view port at the Hoth-like blizzard outside.* IC: Maybe try to look through supplies for weather appropriate disguises and equipment; I am gunna go check on that kid. I swear, you give them one simple task, and they take the luxury of almost dying. Let me tell you, 'Troyj', they don;t make 'em how they used to. *With a wink to Madoon, Will has his boots to bulkhead and went to head out towards the Engine compartment to find his apprentice.*

*It was a short distance from the cockpit, through the sleeping quarters and into the engine compartment adjacent to storage-- but Will only had to get to the far end of the sleeping quarters to find his Padawan's unconcious body. Being a master used to the battlefield, a working knowledge of jedi healing is an imperative for Will's service to the Order; a quick Force scan of Zane's signature told him everything he needed to know about his medical condition: no major casualty.*

*He strides to the younger jedi, and grabs him by the chin and shakes his head a bit. Zane's dark auburn head glistens seamlessly with sweat and blood matting his already disorganized mop of a head.* IC: Hey, kid. Wake up. Nap time is over! Gotta a galaxy to save and everything. The temp outside is fantastic, you never have to use a freezer or nothing; time to suit up. *Will being Will, sarcastic and gruff; true to Corellia and Mandalore alike, he means only to joke and toughen his apprentice. He will not move him until the true extent of his wounds have been assessed by the time Zane gains consciousness.*

*Troyj nodded as Will suggested finding some weather appropriate clothing. As he got up, Troyj ripped two strips of material out of the bottom of his shirt. He tied them around his hands as makeshift bandages and walked towards the sleeping area..

As he went to step through the doorway, Troyj's foot caught on something. He looked down and spied Zane's outer Jedi robe. This was scooped up and carried away. Troyj entered the living area and began looking through the various storage compartments. He pulled out a rather rancid, stinking pair of old, knee high wading boots. From what Troyj could gather, their previous owner may have worked in a sewage treatment plant on Corellia..

Troyj's nostrils skinshifted shut momentarily as he shoved the stinking old boots back into the compartment and kept looking. He rooted around through the whole living area until he passed a garbage disposal unit. Troyj threw the outer robe into the unit and closed it, hitting the activation switch and incinerating the item of clothing into nothingness..

He doubted Zane would have appreciated that course of action, but it was vital for keeping their cover..

The last few compartments contained exactly what he was looking for; all weather gear..

Wet weather, desert conditions, and Arctic survival. The only problem was, there were only two sets of Arctic survival gear. Troyj shook his head. Someone was going to get mighty cold if the local authorities wanted to take them for questioning. He would volunteer of course, his physiological advantage over his human companions meant he could withstand almost any climate with ease. Zuli's alter-ego Troyj would have to play up to the climate outside though..

As he pulled the gear from the compartment, it was then that Troyj could hear and feel the tell tale stomp of the approaching AT-AT..

He lunged to one side, flipping on the Ships internal Comm..*

"Looks like the locals have sen' us a welcomin' committee Cap'n!" *Troyj's voice came through slightly crackly over the Comm..*

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