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Sept 23, 2012 17:39:41 GMT -5
Post by Wyoming on Sept 23, 2012 17:39:41 GMT -5
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Sept 23, 2012 19:08:05 GMT -5
Post by Wyoming on Sept 23, 2012 19:08:05 GMT -5
"ETA Filis?
"We will be exiting hyperspace in 20 seconds Director." Replied a distinctly female, yet robotic sounding voice.
Nase Talsey stood in the small observation deck, his hands gripping the guard rail. His silver eyes tried to track the stars as they flashed across the viewport and he sighed heavily before frowning and psuhing himself away from the view. "Excellent." He said coldly as he walked through a small hologram of a pixelly female. The hologram shattered then reformed, following Nase's long strides. The tall man placed his hands behind his back and continued briskly past the designer chairs that beckoned him with their comfort, until he reached the small turbolift.
It opened before he even attempted to detach his hands and he gave a curt nod of approval to the hologram before stepping in. "Take us to the bridge"
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"We'll be exiting hyperspace in 3...2...1... Realspace, power up sublight thrusters." Duros often spoke in a gravelly voice, almost a gurgle as they manipulated their vocal cords in order to utter galactic standard basic, the most common langauge of the galaxy. Captain Molak Knall was like most Duros and his voice carried across the bridge. It was not a particurally loud or threatening voice, however it was one that commanded respect through his years of experience.
Several consoles to his right a crewer, a human, in charge of engine power regulation responded crisply. "Sublight drives engaged, pilots now have full control over the ship. Engineering reporting in at 100% capacity.
Captain Molak did not reply, his hands flashed over the lighted buttons on his command console. He enjoyed keeping the bridge dark, there was something he, and he hoped others, found beautiful in the flashing console lights and the streaks of stars when they were in hyperspace. His red eyes reflected the blip of light that represented his vessel on the navigation board.
In front of his command chair and slightly lower, pressed almost against the forward viewscreens where the ship's pilots. They were a pair of Correlians, former smugglers, hired on by Molak for their skill at somehow making their bulk transport faster and more manuverable than a bantha. The two former smugglers fit in well with the Company, they liked their work, were happy as long as they could fly and if one kept them away from the Tarisian Ale they were amicable gentlemen. Their experienced hands were placed lightly on the sensetive controls and with perfect synchonization they twisted their wrists slightly, sending the vessel banking to the left and more squarely toward the white snowball of a planet that was quickly approaching.
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The turbolift door at the rear of the bridge opened and the two guards standing at each side straightened their backs and gripped their rifles tighter. If not for their gloved hands they would probably have been getting white knuckles clenching their rifles so hard.
Filis floated out followed by the soft footfalls of Nase's designers shoes. Heads turned to see who had arrived and upon seeing who it was, they quickly returned to staring at their computers. Nase smirked and his silver eyes would have twinkled with satisfaction had this been a fairytale, but this ship was quite far from any happy ending... Nase approached Captain Molak who had risen and offered Nase his hand, the two shook quickly then released each other's hand. "Captain." He said simply, as was his way.
Malok replied quickly and concisely as was his way, not extolling nor exaggerating. "We are approaching the planet now and will pass by their first orbital installation in a matter of seconds. The Besalisks will contact us momentarily seeing as we are disregarding landing at their orbiting stations. We are making full speed towards the planet surface and Frostfang Base."
The Coule Class Starship raced past other vessels, it's powerful engines, sleek design and excellent controls allowed it to dodge other vessels and race past the space stations. As if on cue a priority transmission burst through the comm channel....
The gruff and powerful voice of a Besalisk Male boomed over the bridge's speakers. "Mother of Invention, this is Ojom Orbital Control, I need you to modify your approach vector to one of our stations immediately."
The Corellian pilots looked at one another and smiled before pressing the reply prompt. Smugglers never missed a chance to buzz traffic controllers... "Negative on the modify Ojom Traffic Cops. We have a priority clearence and VIPs aboard. Requesting Clearence to proceed to planet's surface."
"What?" Said the Besalisk in disbelief. "NO! Clearence Denied Mother of Invention! This planet does not allow planetary landings without clearing customs at one of our stations. Throttle down and modify trajectory to dock at the nearest station, there is no other choice."
"Not our call Ojom Traffic Cops, VIP is Republic level zero."
As the conversation continued to drag on, Nase unclasped his hands and with his right hand reached down to activate Molak's commlink, sending a transmission to Ojom Orbital Control... "Ojom Orbital Control, this is Director Nase Talsey of Frostfang, I respectfully request your assistance in waiving the proper procedure and allowing us an immediate landing upon the planet, our situation is rather critical."
There was a long pause before a response. "We apologize Director. You have been cleared for landing on the planet surface. Good luck. Ojom Orbital Control out."
Nase Smiled and then began to walk back towards the turbolift. As he left he left a final order. "Pilots, take us down." The turbolift doors closed with a resounding thud.
The sleek starship shuddered as it passed into the atmosphere and then dissapeared beneath the clouds...
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Oct 2, 2012 18:14:26 GMT -5
Post by Archer on Oct 2, 2012 18:14:26 GMT -5
Above Ojom a Republic transport ship came out of hyperspace. The ship carried Republic soldiers with most of them being aliens. Most of the soldiers were not looking foward for the mission but one soldier, Private Vitok Dilric, was actually a bit happy. This was his first mission and he was looking quite foward for it.
Of course he knew he was not going to fight enemies but guard this planet. He thought the Republic should of sent him to another planet that needs more soldiers unlike Ojom but he is just following orders. The ship stopped for a few minutes sending clearance codes back to the surface.
Vitok continue to study about this planet during the trip. Ojom was a oceanic world with many glaciers on the surface. It was home to the four arm aliens known as Beskalisks. Before the private could continue his research the ship started moving into the planet's atmosphere.
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