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Post by tallboydave on Sept 1, 2007 16:47:55 GMT -4
John
I was silent as well, sharing my wifes' thoughts as if they were my own.
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Post by Force_Flow on Sept 1, 2007 17:06:11 GMT -4
Navigational Officer Keyes
"General, we’ve entered the system. Whoa, what’s that? Sir, look!"
Moments later, the mummers within the bridge died down and was replaced by gasps and exclamations of surprise.
Outside, just above Corellia, a space battle was raging. Keyes’ first thought was that it was a pirate dispute, but turning back to his consol and magnifying the view a few thousand kilometers, Keyes could just make out a large triangular-shaped New Republic Star Destroyer.
Keyes struggled to find his voice. So it was true. He cleared his throat. "Orders, sir?" he asked weakly.
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Post by tallboydave on Sept 1, 2007 17:13:22 GMT -4
ADMIRAL KLAUSKIN
Matric took in the situation for a few moments, before noddeing. "Sound Battle Stations. Helm? Take us in to support the New Republic forces." He turned. "Tac? Target the Correlian ships, and prepare to fire a full spread. Target engines and weapon systems only, understood?"
"Yes sir!" the Tactical Officer responded.
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Post by Force_Flow on Sept 1, 2007 17:21:27 GMT -4
Navigational Officer Keyes
A bead of perspiration running down his head, Keyes struggled to keep his hands from shaking. Trying to calm himself, he gripped the edge of the terminal fiercely. It was his first real operation in a live-fire mission. He couldn't be acting like this.
Come on, Keyes. Get your ass off the bumper and into the fire.
Breathing in and out, he shot a glance up at Klauskin, and slowly counted the seconds until they came out of hyperspace.
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Post by tallboydave on Sept 1, 2007 17:31:24 GMT -4
ADMIRAL KLAUSKIN
There was a flash as the Taskforce arrived in close to support the NR ships. "Launch fighters!" The Admiral ordered. Suddenly a trilling sound drew their attention.
"Incoming Hyperspace footprint! It's right on top of us!"
The helm officer ducked as, with a flash of light, the arrowheaded shape of two Earth Defence Force cruisers exited Hyperspace. The next few seconds were bedlam.
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Post by Force_Flow on Sept 1, 2007 18:10:37 GMT -4
(EDF) Navigational Officer Keyes
"Coming out of hyperspace," one of the deck officers warned. Keyes leaned foreword as the artificial gravity caught up with them, pressing them against their restraints, then stopped.
Looking back down at his screen, he whistled in amazement. "We just barely cleared that," he said.
(NR) Maria Fernandaz
"Mierda!" Communications officer María Fernandaz checked her charts again. "We ducked just in time, sir. Agradezca a Dios. Transferring them to this signal... There."
"EDF capital ship," María said in her thickly accented voice, "Please state your mission. Over."
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Post by tallboydave on Sept 1, 2007 18:43:03 GMT -4
"This is Captain William Dayton of the Earth Defence Force cruiser Bunker Hill signalling New Republic vessel Dodonna." A calm New York accent responded as a tanned man stood, straightening his tie. "We are here on a diplomatic mission to the Correlian system. Please explain why you are firing on the Correlians."
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Post by Force_Flow on Sept 1, 2007 18:49:13 GMT -4
(NR) María Fernandaz
"That's classified information, Captain: You're diplomatic mission will have to wait," she said. "This is a restricted area. Unless you have the appropriate codes, you are ordered to take refuge at one of the Five Brothers to avoid further casualties."
(EDF) Keyes
As if he was a schoolboy, Keyes raised his hand. "Sir, I think we should listen to her," he offered. His partner, Julia Stivers, glared at him. She forcefully pointed at him, made an invisible line across her mouth, then pointed at the terminal. The message was clear: You. Shut Up. Focus on that.
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Post by Alyva on Sept 2, 2007 11:24:56 GMT -4
Jaina clamped down on the barriers that was her mind. "Nothing," she said, turning her head to look in the opposite direction as a slight redness crawled across her cheeks. "Stick to the mission." A few years ago, Zekk and Jaina had gone beyond the usual Force Bond into the hive mind of the Killick. After being deprogrammed by Cighal, she and Zekk still shared the abnormally strong bond. It was comforting at times, but now it was just a fistraction. She had given up on Zekk long ago, he could date all the snobbish Corellian hoars he wanted. Behind her was Robert and and Faleen Thann Mithrac. Robert, youngest member of the team, still a Padawan, wore indistinguishable civvilian cloths. Thann looked the most Jedi of all of them, but with his hood up over his topknot and maintaining a skin color of a light orange, he looked virtually indistinguishable from a human. "Anything?" Jaina asked. ZekkThe older Jedi shook his head, a small smile still playing across his lips at Jaina's jealousy. It was cute. Hiding these thoughts from the bond, he cleared his throat. "She should be riding up here any minute if Logistics didn't screw up," he said. Squinting his eyes, he saw five tiny black dots in the distance that had to be Aidel Saxon's black tinted-window speeder and her bodyguards.
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Post by tallboydave on Sept 4, 2007 18:49:58 GMT -4
Captain Dayton nodded to his comms. "Send a signal to CINCEXFLEET, Comms. Enquire about current NR Ops in Correlian System, and route a copy to Devonport for confirmation."
"Aye, sir." The comms officer said.
Dayton nodded to his Exec. "Scramble fighters." he added in a low voice.
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