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Post by General Bren Anor on Jul 2, 2005 13:40:07 GMT -5
Weather: Inside: Cool | Outside: Fairly cold
The HQ is fairly large. At first glance, it does not look like the builders had spent spent much money or time in its construction. The base is actually inside a cave, and fairly large. The builders, short on resources and time, worked to soundproof the cave, light it, make it as comfortable as possible, and add High Security doors and systems.
Affiliation: New Republic
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Post by General Bren Anor on Jul 2, 2005 14:13:40 GMT -5
The pilot steered the ship through the atmosphere of Da Soocha V. The eerie planet gave Bren the chills. He hoped he wouldn't have to stay there for too long. They landed in a concealed landing area. Bren entered the Base, after being scanned by two probe droids. He walked to the meeting room. The people who sat there were all discussing with each other, very worriedly. The room was a circular area, with rocky walls. Seats filled with people circled around a holo projector. Beside it stood Han Solo, Leia Solo, and R2-D2. Bren took a seat. C-3PO stood next to him. "Why, I don't believe we've met." he said. "I am C-3PO, human cyborg relations. And you are?" "Bren Anor." Bren responded. "So you are the soldier who stopped that criminal syndacyte's opperations on Correlia?" Threepio asked. "Yes." Bren said, remembering his mission in the Correlian Plains. "I have heard many good things about you."
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Post by General Bren Anor on Aug 5, 2005 13:17:58 GMT -5
One of the patrol guards walked up to Bren. "We have two unidentified ships entering our sector." he said. He told them their ID signatures. Bren recognized one as the ship Arnst and his odd companions used. The other was unknown to him. "Let this one through. There's probably Jedi on board." Bren told the guard, pointing to the first signature. "I don't know about this one, though. If it knows our coordinates then it must be one of us, but I'll have to talk to it before it can enter."
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Post by acrostic on Aug 6, 2005 9:27:35 GMT -5
As Nat Coleman pulled his Corellian freighter into the atmosphere of Nar Shaada V, he contemplated what had befallen. I sensed the dark side there strongly, but who could it have been? As far as I know the Sith were exterminated from the galaxy. Who could have generated so much dark side power? The Emperor? That eerie thought gnawed at his heart and a lump formed in his throat. Almost as a relief a commlink transmission buzzed, interrupting his dark thoughts......
(I suppose every Jedi, even initiates, would have sensed the Emperor!)
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Post by General Bren Anor on Aug 15, 2005 17:46:16 GMT -5
Bren had reached the comm. area, and had send a message to the craft. "You have entered New Republic territory." Bren said to the ship. "Your ship's transponder code does not compute in our databases. State your name and your buisness here."
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Post by Indy on Aug 18, 2005 5:27:47 GMT -5
Delta exited hyperspace and entered the Da Soocha V atmosphere. She noticed a Corellian freighter flying nearby. "Hey look! Traffic. I guess we will probably have to wait until its our turn to land." She said to Arnst and Amy. "Maybe you should talk if they try to reach us on the comm Arnst. I doubt they'll listen to me or Amy, since I'm a smuggler and shes a... retired Sith." Delta sent an uneasy glace in Amy's direction, not exactly sure how Amy would react to being called a retired Sith.
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Post by acrostic on Aug 18, 2005 10:10:50 GMT -5
Nat spoke into the commlink,"Nat Coleman, Corellian Jedi Initiate. I came to Coruscant seeking Luke Skywalker, and after meeting numerous Star Destroyers, I reverted to hyperspace and set my coordinates for Da Soocha V, since that was the only Rebel base I knew of.
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Post by General Bren Anor on Aug 18, 2005 19:32:03 GMT -5
"Acknowledged." Bren said. "You have permission to land, but you and your ship will be searched. Then you will be retina and fingerprint scanned to see if you are really who you say you are." Bren switched the comm. to Arnst and the others' ship. "Your transponder codes check out under the list of ships not to be let in. The computers say your ship belongs to a Sith. However, if you state your name and business here, we will bring you in to be scanned."
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Post by Indy on Aug 19, 2005 12:59:01 GMT -5
She looked at Arnst. 'We should have stolen a ship...' She thought to herself as she waited for Arnst to talk into the comm.
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Post by Zeta Rinechari on Aug 21, 2005 0:43:38 GMT -5
Arnst awoke from his deep force meditation, Trouble was coming. Arnst listened to the radio and looked down at Delta, not saying anything. He then grabbed the com link and uneasily said.
"Uh, I am the Jedi Padawan of Jedi Master Kethar Tungal. We should be clear under Galactic Code 1138. We are comming here under orders from the corrupted planet of Corruscant." Arnst said, not knowing whether or not his masters name would help him, it always worked when he did it...
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Post by acrostic on Aug 21, 2005 14:49:39 GMT -5
As the comm transmission ceased, Nat piloted his ship toward the hangar bay. The ship landed in a vacant spot in the bay. Landing gear sprouted from the hull as he pushed a blue button, opening the exit hatch. Nat strode nimbly down the accessway, lightsabre and E-11 blaster in his open hands, their butts facing the trio that approached him through the buzzing throng. Two of the posse had familiar garb, the grey uniform of the Republic soldier, but the other in the center was solid, black-haired and looked a bit out of the ordinary.....
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Post by Amy Antana on Aug 21, 2005 23:37:37 GMT -5
(Yay! I am back and I will be more active from now on!)
Amy looked at Delta "retired Sith?" she said and let out a small laugh. "Yeah, I guess it is that I am, but I prefer to be called a Shadow Jedi" She sat down in the pilot seat and looked at Delta "so, what is happening now?"
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Post by Indy on Aug 22, 2005 0:31:36 GMT -5
Delta smiled as Amy laughed and got out of the pilots seat so Amy could sit down. "Don't ask me. Were probably going to be stuck here until the meetings over and everybody goes to kick some Imperial arse. So... We might as well join in on the action." She looked out the viewscren and added, "If they don't blow us out of the air of course..."
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Post by Amy Antana on Aug 22, 2005 13:51:44 GMT -5
Amy looked at Delta "that would be fun" she said sarcastic and smiled. She felt a sting of pain in her arm, her smile faded and she looked out of the window. will this wound never stop aching? she asked herself and looked at Delta again "I don't know if I am ready to . . eh kick some Imperial arse yet. I once had a stormtrooper as a friend. But it has gone a long time and I don't know if he'll recognize me" Amy looked down again and rubbed gently her arm.
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Post by General Bren Anor on Oct 1, 2005 10:16:29 GMT -5
Bren approached the man, and looked at his two assistants. "You know what to do." he said. "Search the freighter." The two guards boarded the ship. Bren pulled out a scanner and ran it across the man. It beeped twice. "Ah, a lightsaber." Bren noted. "And a blaster." Bren put away the scanner and pulled out a small device. He put it to the man's eyes, and it scanned. He then put it to the man's finger. The readings showed that he truely was Nat Coleman. "You check out all right." Bren said. His two assistants came back. "We didn't find anything on the ship." they said. "Good. You can go on in." Bren told him. He then turned the comm. to Arnst's ship. "The code checks out. You have permission to land." Brem shut off the comm., and then equipped himself with an EE6 Carbine in one hand, and a E11 Blaster Rifle in the other-- just in case.
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