Spaceport

Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:33 pm by Cipher Seven

~ It had been an interesting day within the enclosure of his office. For hours on end his dirty brown eyes had been staring at the same four walls, and clearly enjoying the constant and steady ringing noise that echoed throughout his skull. What had caused him to endure such agonizing torture? If anyone asked him, he'd say he was doing it for the Galactic Coalition, but in truth he was bearing this burden of a job for an obsessive Ex-wife and his two kids. He literally went through hell and back, just to make sure his daughters would grow up in a world filled with choices and opportunities. Now his wife could never say he did nothing for the family. Snickering to himself, Davik Jewer leaned backwards upon his chair and sprawled his legs outwards onto the tiled floor. He was once the Deck Officer of one of the Victory-II Star Destroyers in orbit, until the fiasco at Mon Calamari came into his life. Davik was a service man, and he swung a wrench in the Ships hanger and did his best to repair the fighters flying Galactic Alliance colours before the Coalition came about.

Hearing yet another ringing sound, Davik's mind began to straighten out as his body snapped back into reality. "Gods damn it.. Just when I'm about to get some sleep.. Some of our Soldiers return home.." He whined. But since he had two children to look after, his mind swiftly dulled the thoughts of protest and were quickly replaced by those of his station. Once a grease monkey aboard one of the Vessels in the Alliance's fleet, Now a Veteran sitting in an Recruiting Office watching as other Veterans walk by him and sign in for their duties and pay stubs. Such is the glory of Rendili these days. Shoving such idle banter aside once again, his brown eyes slowly dropped down from the ceiling above him, and focused upon the glass door stationed a mere few meters in front of his cluttered desk. Well if he was to greet the soldiers and hand them all their Tours earnings. Might as well do it in a slightly professional manner.

Slapping on a sloppy smile, Davik eagerly awaited the first batch of troopers to walk through his door.

Sat Mar 06, 2010 8:27 am by Private Daklan

=Sergent Ghart=

*The whine of the turbines of our procured Speeder transport slowly steadily to a halt and climbing several more stories high woke me from my short nap. It had seemed as though from the time we boarded the transport, almost an hour ago at the Spaceport, to now having arrived at our Command station, that I had dozed off into a restless bout of sleep. Good for me, I commended myself, on having the guts to take a nap while flying. I hated flying, to be brutally honest. I was a grunt, a landy as some of the other Space-bound Soldiers called us. I preferred the feel of rough soil beneath my boots to the weightlessness and uncertainty flying or even being in Space provided. As we docked next to the entrance several younger men, all dressed in the same uniform as the one our boys back down inside the bustling Spaceport wore, rushed forward and snatched our bags from the compartment they were being held in at the rear of the Speeder transport. Dutifully, my group of fellow NCOs and I piled out of the packed tight Speeder and made our way through the set of double-doors in front of us. . . entering the large building designed to house officers, non-commissioned officers, and other important members to training the Military here on Rendili.*

"Evening, Sir." *I said upon entering the room in which a man who, upon first glance, seemed to be bored with his job and only wanted to go home, caught my eye. I noted his rank on his sleeve, Deck officer. It was always a strange thing to see someone who had once served in the skies above Rendili and other GCCS planets. It was not my concern. I was merely here to receive my initial pay for accepting this post and to obtain my orders and locations for where I was to be working.*

Thu Apr 15, 2010 11:39 am by The Kind

=Davik Jewer=

~ Davik's eyes had focused upon the door as it's glossy surface shivered and swing open to reveal the men behind it. Here they had come, here the glorious Stormtroopers of the Coalition, with bags slung over their shoulders and war wearied faces, came forth through the entry way and stopped just short of his desk. Wiping the sloppy smile from his face as his sore and barely used fingers sliced through the air and snatched one of the many envelopes upon his desk, only to hand it to the very first Stormtrooper before him. "Welcome home Soldier, enjoy your gracious pay." He said with vaunted interest. Davik hated this job, he wanted to be back up in space, back where he felt at home, and back in active military duty as well. Though the peace that this job offered, it failed to bring up the excitement that the men before him had a chance to taste. He craved to watch the ships ion drives ignite and propel itself through the space laid out before him, and he craved to watch a hostile warship explode into a ball of flame when their guns. As his mind began to wander off towards dreams that could never be, Davik's hands were kept busy with the envelopes containing a large credit chip and a handsome salary imprinted upon each. Every soldier that passed by him had kept silent, keeping what ailed them within the enclosure of their white and blue helmets. However there was one, one whom decided to speak and break the silence that had gripped the air around them tightly within it's grasp. Davik's eyes slowly drifted towards this man and eyed the pauldrons of his armour and saw three chevrons followed by a slightly curved pentagon. It was a pleasure to see such Iconography from the history of Rendili imprinted upon the soldiers that fought in her name upon the enumerable worlds that formed our universe. Shaking the thought from his mind, he lifted yet another envelope from the pile and held it aloft for the man to grab.

"Evening Sergeant. Welcome back home, and enjoy your gracious pay."

Fri Oct 29, 2010 12:26 pm by Jago Pulastra

~ With little ceremony, the Consular]-class cruiser, [i]Seeker's Hope, glided through the skies of Rendili, escorted by a single, unique model of X-Wing Starfighter. It's solid-white complexion gleamed in the light of the sun, the diplomatic-red stripes on her tail appearing as if soft fire caressed her edges. As a landing vector was given, confirmed, and plotted towards, two Jedi inside her bowels made ready to leave.

The struts of the small vessel stretched out, groaning their displeasure as they bore the weight of the Hope. Within a few seconds more, a ramp descended with a silenced hush, the ship exposing its innards as the two Jedi stepped down off the ramp, waiting for their companion to join them before proceeding onwards.~

Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:04 am by Dav Man'Sell

*The escorting X-Wing raced past the landing area, racing in low against the ground before pulling sharply up and heading skyward.

Inside the cockpit, a half-smile sat on Dav's face, as he engaged in one of his few pleasures - flying. The clouds parted around the fighter as it raced further into the outer layers of the atmosphere. He gave his trajectory a quick burst of afterburner, before slamming the throttle down to zero and cutting the engines, pulling back on his flight stick. The fighter's ascent slowed, the nose pitching back further so that the top of it started to face the ground. Finally, the fighter stopped, perfectly motionless in the air for a moment, before it slipped into a fall, racing groundward. The nose pitched back further, leaving the fighter horizontal - and upside down - for a moment, before finally sweeping through the rest of the arc and pointing the nose straight down at the surface.

Dirty tooted a slight, half-hearted warning about the danger, aware after all these years that his master was probably doing something flash and fancy. The Jedi reached out to the throttle controls, hit the engine start-up, and punched the throttle up to half. The fighter shot forward on a burst of red thrust, engines blaring again, racing toward the ground at a speed much greater than terminal velocity. He rolled the craft one-hundred eighty degrees, putting the X-Wing's belly where it's cockpit canopy had been just a few moments earlier, and eyed the ground as it raced up to meet him, blurs and non-descript shapes forming into distinct geological features and buildings and land-vehicles, the stretch of grey becoming a long landing strip that swept out to meet the Spaceport buildings. The metres on his altimeter clicked away, going from four digits to three in moments, and quickly approaching two. He studied the readouts, felt the pull of Gravity on his fighter and the effect of local weather-conditions, adjusted his thrust differentials slightly...

Finally the Jedi Master pulled up, sweeping his X-Wing elegantly through an arch that left his X-Wing's belly just four metres from the ground. He raced in towards the Cruiser, gaining half-an-X-Wing's width in altitude for a moment as he rolled the figher, putting his fighter's Canopy towards the ground and dropping again, so that his head was now mere metres from the ground as rocky-plateau became landing strip. Half way along the strip, he repeated the manoeuvre, putting his fighter's belly to the ground once more, and dialed back on the throttle, slowing as he reached the end of the strip and swept in towards the landing pad that his friends occupied.

He hit a few more switches, and the the X-Wing's underside split in three places, landing gear lowering from within the craft at the nose, and beneath the two ventral engine housings. The fighter's throttle dialed back more, the Repulsorlifts taking more and more of the weight of the fighter, until he was in a hover. He adjusted his positioning, skirting the tail around, and slowly settled down next to the cruiser.

The Canopy was open before the fighter had even completely settled, and the Jedi slipped his flight-helmet off, placing it on top of his control systems at the front of the cockpit. He lifted himself up to a standing position, before sweeping the Helmet up again and depositing it on his seat, detaching the streamlined Life-support control box that sat atop his armoured flak-vest, and slipping it into the next-to-seat gully.

Finally, he stepped over the left side of the cockpit, placing his left foot onto the edge of the hull, and his right foot into the front of the engine in-take. He closed the canopy, before climbing down and hopping to the ground.

He turned, and walked over to the other Jedi, smiling tightly as he ran a hand through his hair.*

Sat Oct 30, 2010 9:13 am by Ksandra Mallan

*Ksandra smiled at Dav as she exited the ship with Jago, her eyes flashing a soft blue with amusement, brushing against his mind gently.*

<< Show-off. >>

*She moved to stand next to him, blue-eyed gaze flicking over the bustle of the spaceport.* "We need to go to... what was it he called it? The House of Lords?"

Sun Oct 31, 2010 12:11 pm by Jago Pulastra

~ Jago chuckled softly as he watched Dav's acrobatics, shaking his head as the X-Wing finally touched down.

" And who are you trying to impress, hm?" he laughed, hand resting on his holster where it felt comfortable.

" And yes, the 'Halls of Our Lord' ... We, my friends, have got a date with the Arch Provost. Let's not keep him waiting, yeah?"

He made a motion with his hand towards Dav, grinning.

" Lead the way, flyboy."~

Mon Nov 01, 2010 5:14 am by Dav Man'Sell

*Dav squeezed off a tight-smile.*

"Hey, unlike you guys, I've not had the chance to really fly like that in months. The Bright Horizon is great, and all, but she's not a Starfighter. Too much weight, too slow in the turns..."

*He shrugged.*

"Besides, I've gotta keep my skills sharp, right? Can't let the top-spot as best pilot in the Squadron slip away from me..."

*The smile grew broader as he said that, knowing full well that that was a statement sure to instigate a response from Jago. He didn't give Jago time to respond right off the bat however, turning with a sweeping gesture and heading, alongside his Jedi companions, towards the main Spaceport building.*

Mon Nov 01, 2010 1:33 pm by Jago Pulastra

~ Jago scoffed loudly as they walked along, heading towards what he figured would be the Parliamentary District, center of government for Edethor and, indeed, all of Rendili.

" Top-spot? Best pilot? Dav, I swear, your egotism is going to be the death of you one day," he chuckled, " Pulling a few turns in an Ex-Wing doesn't get you back into the hot seat. Our 'best pilot'," he said the term while making quotation marks with his fingers, " Should know that more than anyone."

Jago laughed again, before stopping suddenly in his tracks. He cocked his head towards the direction of the wind, eyes narrowing. It was as if he were prey who had caught the scent of an approaching predator.

" What was that ..?"

He drew in his breaths slowly, perplexed and frustrated, trying to detect something that wasn't there. Jago ran a hand through his hair, exhaling firmly as he started to walk again.

" I swear, I think I'm going mad. I keep ... Feeling something here, but the second I try and focus on it, it's gone ..."~

Mon Nov 01, 2010 1:40 pm by Ksandra Mallan

*Ksandra chuckled quietly as she fell into step with the men, pointing towards a sign indicating public transport.* "We should head that way, it'll probably be quicker to hop on the public transportation system. Next time, let's trade. Jago can go chasing -me-, and you can stay and run the Academy."

*She glanced at Jago as he expressed his feelings, gently taking his arm as she closed her eyes while walking, frowning gently.* "I don't sense anything, dear... Perhaps you just need a warm bath and some caf."

Mon Nov 01, 2010 5:16 pm by Dav Man'Sell

*Dav laughed along as Jago responded much how he expected, shaking his head as the three Jedi Champions walked. He looked in the direction Ksandra pointed, nodding.*

"Good idea."

*And the Jago stopped, as if sensing something. Dav frowned, turning to look back at Jago for a moment. He hadn't felt anything...

He too closed his eyes, reached out, trying to match his friend's senses, find whatever it was he had sensed. And as he did so, following his friend's frustrated, reaching grasps with his mind and spirit, he thought, just for a moment...

No. No, there was nothing solid. Nothing tangible at all. He could find nothing that Jago couldn't, and that was exactly nothing.

But at the same time, something did seem a little off kilter. Such a subtle dis-balance that, had he not been purposefully searching, he would have missed it. His senses could identify nothing as particularly out of place, but he could also sense that... things just... felt... not quite right.*

"I'm not sensing anything either, nothing definitive..."

*A slight grimace flickered for just the barest of moments across his face.*

"...but there's... something... just on the edge of perception. It's like everything is where and how it should be, but... a little off. Everything feels a little colder than it should be. The sunlight not quite bright enough. It all seems... I dunno. Familiar, in a way. Out of place here, but like I've felt it before."

*He shook himself off slightly.*

"Whatever it is, we should tread cautious. That we were summoned straight to the Arch Provost's office, combined with... whatever it is that Jago keeps picking up on... considering the Galactic climate out there, we would be wise to keep our ears to the ground."

Thu Nov 04, 2010 2:47 am by Ksandra Mallan

*Ksandra nodded in response to Dav's words as she approached the sign, turning to wait as a shuttle bus pulled up to the stop, motioning her lover and best friend to board, handing a credchip to the driver who was staring wide-eyed at the three Jedi.*

<< You'd think he's never seen a Battlemaster, a man with bright white hair, and a woman with wings before... >> *Her mental tone was wryly amused as she made her way into the vehicle, finding a seat and dropping lightly into it, smiling gently up at the men.*

Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:07 pm by Cipher Seven

*It had taken weeks for the small band of revolutionaries to spread their words of change through the populace of Rendili, and almost like it was a virus it spread faster with each ear they fell upon. For those that were informed of their movement, had called their friends and their friends friends and like wildfire the planet became a hotseat of activity. People's voices rose up in anger at the way they had been treated by the ruling government, and they voiced their concern with how Raynor had done nothing more than sat idly by.

What good was a man whom assumed the mantle of leadership, if he did not lead his people? Frankly the people of Rendili were pissed that generation after generation of their young had been sent off to foreign soils to fight for someone that cared not for their lives. Yet that's not how it always was. When Rendili joined the Galactic Coalition, they had seen that Coreilla was a paragon of democracy and activity, yet as time progressed Coreilla had proven to been nothing more than a rotten husk devoted to ideals not of their own.

A problem associated with Jedi, their non expansionist ideals and their isolationist attitude. Their connections to the force had made them abominations beyond comparison, and how they could easily force someone to change their line of thought to go along with their own. A breach upon a person's freedom! people cried. Falling from fame and losing almost all that they stood for in the years that had passed the Order by, the Jedi were no longer need to protect the innocent for they could do it themselves. In the days to come, the Jedi of Rendili would know that they were no longer welcome and without a doubt a fanatical uprising will spark the flames of war, spilling blood and creating chaos..

Outside the spaceport however, a small gathering of people had been formed. Their picket signs and voices had begun a peaceful protest, like the other cities Local law enforcement had been tasked to keep the peace. Gods above only know how far that thin line between order and chaos would go before something snapped..*

Fri Dec 02, 2011 6:14 pm by Cipher Seven

The civil unrest around Rendili had finally come close to its climax, the fires that had ravaged the garden city of Edethor were no longer ravishing the city the blood that had stained the streets washed away during the season of rains. Peace had once again overtaken the capital, and it was the horrid fact that it had to be bought with the highest of all prices. Blood.

*Mentally licking the wounds wrought by the assassination of James, Alexandria had left the door wide open for any of her systems citizens whom had headed the call to don the mantle of Senator whilst she did what she could to cope with the role her lover had burdened her shoulders with. It had been just over a year since the fires of Edethor had simmered, yet the sting of her companion's loss gripped tightly to her heart. It was something that only time would heal, and the stresses of leading her people through these dark days and dealing with the change in government once again, weren't helping.

It was her decision to chose one of the Onasi family to lead the Rendili through these dark times, for what better light than that of a renowned line of heroes? She believed that the burden of senatorial leadership should fall to one of their own, though this onasi's ancestor was from Taris, he fought for the Republic with every waking breath. Having known their blood came to their world made the drive behind her choice all the more concrete. Running a hand through her short auburn hair, Lady Kerensky peered through the looking glass and eagerly awaited one of her systems sons to return to the planets embrace.

Standing at a healthy five foot nine, towering above the other woman she roamed amongst, Alexandria had often found herself the subject of many men's attractions. It seemed as if everyone else was the size of an ant compared to her. She scoffed slightly as she looked out onto the grey duracrete deck of the landing platform, how could she be thinking of such thoughts when a time of change was just over the Horizon?

She merely shook her head and awaited the arrival of her successor...*

Sun Jan 22, 2012 3:31 pm by Cam Onasi

*All systems checked in clear as the Cam's ship descended through the expanse of Rendili's atmosphere.* *it was by far apparent that there had been civil unrest in recent transgressions, but it was clearly nearing an end. With the forming Galactic Republic, it - would - be over soon, or so Cam hoped.

Recently Cam had received extremely pleasant news as he had been informed, if not directly that he was to be the abiding Senator of his home and represent it in the Galactic Republic.*"I hope I serve it well and represent its interests accurately in the Senate as a whole,"*Cam would often say to himself when thinking of what was in store for his future now. He though nothing greater than to be the leader that would be fit to represent the interests of others, even over his own.*

*Finally, the ship eased it's way into the hanger, its masterful pilot navigating the tight space with ease. When landing the prop ended from below and the ship set down easily on the durable surface that acted as the spaceport's flooring. As the ramp extended, Cam was seen standing, centered at the top, only moving forward once the ramp had completely settled on the ground.**He was clad in a crushed velvet textured suit with black, leather boots. The suit was a burgundy red and trimmed with a golden hue. Gold, studded buttons form a dotted line from his sternum to his waist. He hair was neatly combed/bushed and his mass held in high esteem on a six foot, three inch, 205 pound frame.**He walked slowly off the ship, the two men that would act as senatorial guards following on his left and right flank.* *In all, four figures left the ship as part of Cam's entourage: Cam Onasi, Audrey Khuen, Brant Nunno, and Von Nahari.*

*From there, the entourage walked forth from the ship and upon noticing the Arch-Provost, Alexandria Kerensky, waiting with the hanger, he approached her, stepping out of what was his entourage.* "Arch-Provost."*He paused and bent down it somewhat of a bow; something he had not done in quite some time.*"It's a honor beyond any other to be welcomed home by you."

Fri Feb 03, 2012 5:53 pm by Cipher Seven

*The silence that had once filled the hangar bay was suddenly torn asunder as a crimson defender - class light corvette came into the hangar. It's engines thundered with such ferocity that she had to cover her ears to shield herself from the oncoming sonic assault. Though her fleshy protective barrier did little to protect her from the madness gripping her ear drums tightly. After several excruciating seconds of the ignited engine's throttle violently slipping into her ears, the reverberating noise began to die down to nothing short of a whisper. With the thrusters engaged she watched in interest as this magnificent vessel had lowered itself onto the flight deck. As the hydraulics of the landing gear depressed, the Arch-Provost of Rendili slowly began to move forward. The light blue hue of her dress tailing behind her as she made her way to the loading ramp beneath the ship's bow.*

*Once more finding herself waiting for the ramp before her to lower, Alexandria slowly joined her hands together behind her back letting the military nature of her stance come to light. Her feet had found themselves standing just under shoulder width apart, and her chin had pointed itself higher than she had ever been able to point it before. A result of the hope this newcomer would bring to her people.*

*Whilst more bursts of steam and other such resonating sounds came forth from the light corvette resting before her, she watched in earnest as the ramp had finally touched down. Her eyes lifted from the durasteel ramp and fell upon the man standing the precipice . He seemed far too young and handsome to become a Senator, yet in her experiences and what she had endured during much of the rebellion, youth and beauty masqued the wisdom of someone far beyond their years.

Alexandria could only hope that this was the case in regards to this descendant of the Great Carth Onasi.

Eying the advance of his procession, the Arch Provost slightly cocked an eyebrow at his entrance. She had forgotten what it was like to have bodyguards to watch her back as she made her way through the city streets, to push the hands of the wronged away from her as she tried to regain a small semblance of her former life back. Shaking aside the lingering wounds of Raynor's death, Alexandria noted that this handsome youthful man coming towards her and bowing when he had found his feet a few paces from hers, she responded by returning the bow in kind and extending a welcoming hand.*

Arch Provost Alexandria Kerensky
"The honour is mine Master Onasi, welcome home."

*As the words had passed through her lips, a smile had taken overtaken her oriface, all the while brightening her face wrought with grief.*

Sat Feb 04, 2012 9:28 pm by Cam Onasi

as the Arch-Provost outstretched her arm to him in greeting, he too reach forth with his, allowing it to slide hand in hand. From there, he bent his head forward and had his lips come to caress Alexandria's hand, kissing it, before he returned to a standing posture -- feet shoulder-width apart with his hands now clutch behind his back.

An expression of bewilderment coiled up inside Cam's conscience as she greeted him as "Master," yet he bit it back a allowed the same cheerful and gracious expression to visibly show. "Arch-Provost, if I may," he said motioning along the entourage that had accompanied him to proceed onward into Edethor. "I understand there is something that you wished to discuss with me." He glanced around the hanger and took it all in. Along one wall, stood several people whom Cam had no recollection of. In the doorway that served as an exit from the hanger where he had touched down, those that had been a part of his entourage had gathered and waited, reluctant to continue without him. Truthfully, people and several species dotted the hanger here and there, scattered about and carrying on their own conversations at this point to give the hanger an all around low pitched rumble.

"However, I hardly believe this the proper place. Perhaps a more formal chamber, such as the capitol would prove a more susceptible location to have words?"He didn't want to come across as rude to the Arch-Provost of his home world, yet he truly felt uncomfortable speaking about things in such an open location, for all ears to hear that desired to do so.

Thu Feb 16, 2012 8:26 pm by Cipher Seven

*Such courteous manners from a gentleman so young, perhaps this is what Rendili needs to lead it to it's rightful place among the stars, she said to herself as her hand gracefully fell back to her side. Her mind drifted elsewhere as the youthful Onasi man had mentioned that a place such as this was not one they should discuss the matters she wished to bring up with him. Coming back and hearing only Capitol and Words, she nodded her head and got the gist of what he had said.

Go somewhere more private and enjoy a word or two in private, away from the prying eyes of others. It was a wise move, whilst distracted she was glad someone else had thought of that before something had gone awry. Matters that she wished to discuss with this youthful man needed a more private touch to them.

Letting a smile encompass her lips, she motioned towards one of the doors leading out of the hangar. There they would take one of the waiting taxi's the the House of Lords, only to talk plainly once again as they had taken shelter in the very office her lover had seemingly committed suicide...*

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