Post by Jenno on May 19, 2009 12:57:10 GMT -5
Space is a barely conceivable aspect of life. It is treacherous, vast and unpredictable. Billions travel through known space everyday and yet they seem to have become complacent in its presence. There was a time when it would attract the gaze of many native beings and they would speculate time and time again what was in the dark blanket which wrapped around their world. How did it come to be? How far did it reach? Was there other life out there?
But after all this time had passed and races from every world spinning have wandered the stars, they no longer seem to be in awe of its wonder. They forget how deadly it can be, the field which separates worlds, cold and void of life.
There are some who even went about putting up residence in the blackness of space. Grand space stations were becoming popular amongst the people on the Outer Rim who could afford to build and maintain them. They were seen as monuments to one’s wealth and power. There were even a select few Hutts who had achieved such a high standing status that they had constructed space stations of their own, they were feared even amongst their own kind.
One of the Five had also accumulated enough wealth to build a space station of their own. It was a mammoth construct and within the walls there was a city sized populous who went about their day as they did every other, working, constructing, laughing, drinking, it was a good life. Even the population did not to whom they should send their tanks, for providing work, food and good pay to them. The master of this monument was known to no one, they never showed their face, not even to the other aristocrats, nor had they let slip their name.
In fact, his base in the Raioballo sector was only known to a few of those outside the station and even the Republic did not know of its proximity to Dantooine and how it had supplied information to the Sith Empire which would help them in their attack. And now that the planet was under the Empire’s control it made it easier for the base to receive supplies from there. It was by this route that Ithian Naklay and his team would sneak on board the space station. They split into their groups, Ithian and Anastasius snuck on one transport, Zarnia and Altra on another transport and Daren went alone on to a transport. They hid amongst the cargo, tricking the minds of the pilots if they came near to make them think they saw nothing at all. It wasn’t long before they were on their way.
After a few hours their ships came to a stop, safely in the station. Sneaking past the dockworkers as they quickly all discovered their own locations. The Docking Section was made up of twenty different floors, these levels only connected to the lower Public Section of the station. The Public section was made up of fifty different levels and was between the Business Section, made up of forty levels, and the Residential Section, made up of thirty levels. In a similar fashion to the Docking Section, Below the Residential Section was the Systems and Research Section which was made up of thirty levels. Finally there was the Command Section which sat above the business section and was made up of fifteen different levels and was also connected to the fighter pilot hangers, which was not reachable through any other section.
All in all it was quite a large layout. The docking, public and residential area are accessible to all members of the station but the other three divisions all require specific passwords in order to enter. The station also lacks a turbolift that moves through all sections, instead it is only possible to get a lift between the bottom of one section to the top of the one below it and vice versa. To get to the public section from the docking section it was as simple as walking through a door, on whatever level they were on. Ithian and Anastasius found themselves on the top level of the docking section, floor twenty, Xarnia and Altra were on floor seven and Daren was on floor three, it seemed their transports hadn’t heading to exactly the same direction as one another.
So now they were separated and stuck on a space station full of people they had to avoid, and a few targets they had to take down, discretely. The move was theirs to make.
But after all this time had passed and races from every world spinning have wandered the stars, they no longer seem to be in awe of its wonder. They forget how deadly it can be, the field which separates worlds, cold and void of life.
There are some who even went about putting up residence in the blackness of space. Grand space stations were becoming popular amongst the people on the Outer Rim who could afford to build and maintain them. They were seen as monuments to one’s wealth and power. There were even a select few Hutts who had achieved such a high standing status that they had constructed space stations of their own, they were feared even amongst their own kind.
One of the Five had also accumulated enough wealth to build a space station of their own. It was a mammoth construct and within the walls there was a city sized populous who went about their day as they did every other, working, constructing, laughing, drinking, it was a good life. Even the population did not to whom they should send their tanks, for providing work, food and good pay to them. The master of this monument was known to no one, they never showed their face, not even to the other aristocrats, nor had they let slip their name.
In fact, his base in the Raioballo sector was only known to a few of those outside the station and even the Republic did not know of its proximity to Dantooine and how it had supplied information to the Sith Empire which would help them in their attack. And now that the planet was under the Empire’s control it made it easier for the base to receive supplies from there. It was by this route that Ithian Naklay and his team would sneak on board the space station. They split into their groups, Ithian and Anastasius snuck on one transport, Zarnia and Altra on another transport and Daren went alone on to a transport. They hid amongst the cargo, tricking the minds of the pilots if they came near to make them think they saw nothing at all. It wasn’t long before they were on their way.
After a few hours their ships came to a stop, safely in the station. Sneaking past the dockworkers as they quickly all discovered their own locations. The Docking Section was made up of twenty different floors, these levels only connected to the lower Public Section of the station. The Public section was made up of fifty different levels and was between the Business Section, made up of forty levels, and the Residential Section, made up of thirty levels. In a similar fashion to the Docking Section, Below the Residential Section was the Systems and Research Section which was made up of thirty levels. Finally there was the Command Section which sat above the business section and was made up of fifteen different levels and was also connected to the fighter pilot hangers, which was not reachable through any other section.
All in all it was quite a large layout. The docking, public and residential area are accessible to all members of the station but the other three divisions all require specific passwords in order to enter. The station also lacks a turbolift that moves through all sections, instead it is only possible to get a lift between the bottom of one section to the top of the one below it and vice versa. To get to the public section from the docking section it was as simple as walking through a door, on whatever level they were on. Ithian and Anastasius found themselves on the top level of the docking section, floor twenty, Xarnia and Altra were on floor seven and Daren was on floor three, it seemed their transports hadn’t heading to exactly the same direction as one another.
So now they were separated and stuck on a space station full of people they had to avoid, and a few targets they had to take down, discretely. The move was theirs to make.
