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Post by Darth Jeluvitas on Aug 4, 2008 14:09:31 GMT -8
The Mon Calamari are sympathetic to the jedi and thus allowed them to secretly build an underwater jedi temple on the planet. due to its difficult to reach location, many of the younglings were sent to this planet to begin thier instruction in the force. the master here specializes in force illusions and defensive abilities
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Post by Eth Erzin on Oct 7, 2010 8:15:17 GMT -8
The Illuminant Rush exited hyperspace a ways away from the blue-white hued planet.
"Can the 'Rush do a system sweep? I just want to be sure there are no Imperials in the area."
"It doesn't have a very wide range, but I'll do what I can."
Lents fiddled with the computer system, calling up a wide-range sweep of the system. Ships were landing on and taking off from the land part of Mon Calamari--not a lot, but enough to make Master Beckoaret nervous. He protested to Lents that it was too dangerous. At least Dantooine had been completely empty.
"It's alright Master, remember what I did on Ossus? We were all fine."
Master Beckaoret shot Lents a glaring glance. "That was foolish of you and very dangerous. I have no doubts the Empire has a record of Jedi history that they could have used to intercept you. What then? The enclave on Ossus would have been bombarded into dust."
"But the Empire thought we were extinct, they wouldn't be keeping an eye out for an enemy vanquised 400 years ago!"
"I need not remind you they know now that we still live. Even if your gambit ended up successful, we must tread with much greater caution now. No more fumbling around in the dark like that, lest you stumble upon and awaken a monster."
"Yes Master, but now how do we get to the enclave here?"
"First, we should get on-planet. For all we know that will be hard enough."
"Ahoy, Cap'n." Lents angled the thrusters and boosted off towards the planet. When he got within range, he sent out a landing broadcast.
"Incoming VT-49, please state your business and landing codes."
Lents turned to Master Beckoaret "What's our ploy?"
"Tourists."
"In a VT-49?"
"Space is dangerous now that there are Jedi warring against the empire."
Lents took a deep breath, then responded to the audio link. "We're tourists looking to experience the oceans of Mon Calamari."
"Tourists flying a VT-49?"
Lents exchanged a glance with Master Beckoaret.
"We've heard about how those Jedi terrorists have risen up again and are warring against the great Empire. It's a dangerous galaxy to fly in, we just want to be safe."
There was a brief moment of static, and Lents gulped.
"Incoming VT-49 hold your position. Your ship was recently scanned to be fleeing the area of the terrorist attack on Coruscant. You are to be detained and questioned by Imperial officials pending an investigation."
Lents' blood ran cold. "Oh... kriff."
"I think it is time to go," said Master Beckoaret.
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Post by Eth Erzin on Oct 9, 2010 11:30:22 GMT -8
Lents pulled on the throttle, swinging the 'Rush around. Their chances of fleeing successfully were anyone's guess, as they had to get within radio range of the planet. If the Imperials sent smaller, faster ships, Lents doubted that even the 'Rush would be able to escape unscathed. "You know her controls better than I do," Master Beckoaret placed a hand on Lents' shoulder. "You pilot, I'll man the guns.""Alright, you can do that from the console right there." Lents pointed across the cockpit. "Transferring from solo to dual control... okay, you're good."Master Beckoaret slipped into the seat and warmed up the weapon system. Lents punched the acceleration into the stars. Ideally they could get away without exchanging fire, but he wasn't very hopeful. "Uh oh," Master Beckoaret peered into the view goggles. "We got A-9s. Vigilance interceptors."Lents glanced over worriedly. Master Beckoaret continued, "Fast and maneuverable, cannons stronger than an X-wing.""What?!""But armor as bad as a TIE fighter's.""How many?""First salvo... appears to be six.""First salvo?""Looks like more coming up from the surf--oh!"Master Beckoaret fired off the 'Rush's turrets at the same time Lents felt a series of punches rattle the ship. He glanced at the shield meter. 76% Oh kriff! he thought. "Did you see how many hit us?""You might want to start evasive maneuvers!" Master Beckoaret shouted, "They managed to land four hits!"Lents jerked the throttle around and twisted the 'Rush down and left in an angled forward roll. When he was upside down to his previous plane, he feathered the control to aim right down the center of the group. "Fire everything!" He shouted. Diverting all shields to the nose, he pushed forward, gunning right through them, cannons blazing. At his full charge, the A-9s scattered out of its way. One was not slow enough and the 'Rush's fully-shielded forward starboard tip clipped the cannon, repulsing it clean off. The A-9 spiraled out of control back towards the surface of the planet. Master Beckoaret's gunning, aided with the mediation of the Force, caught another three as they turned around to strafe the 'Rush again. As Lents pushed out of where the A-9s had been, he pushed down again, rotated on his z-axis, and counter-strafed the remaining two A-9s. "Feel the force flow through you Lents! Let it guide your movements!" Master Beckaoret squeezed off precisely two shots, taking out the last two A-9s. Lents glanced at the shield meter again. He had been hit two more times in all that--64%. "Are we clear?""Not yet, stay focused.""How many are there now?""In this salvo... I'm counting twelve."Double the previous number, and Lents had already lost more than a third of his shielding. He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed deeply, opening up his mind and body to the Force. When confidence and alertness surged through his veins, he opened his eyes again. He saw the incoming A-9s on his radar, having now halved the distance between them. "Alright, let's do this." |
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Post by Sly Rancoon on Oct 11, 2010 10:21:13 GMT -8
*Sly Rancoon’s ship appears in space just outside the planet Dac, where Sly spots a VT-49 with cannons blazing at what seems to be twelve A-9s that are in hot pursuit.*
At this moment Sly feels the force beckoning him to assist the ship in trouble. He can tell the chased ship is on its last limb, it’s shields wouldn’t hold up much longer if the chasers kept blasting away. He begins to hear his mother’s quiet voice, encouraging him to be strong and courageous. With the forcing guiding his actions, Sly boosts in pursuit of the 12 A-9s . With no hesitation inside his father’s “a little out-dated” Xg-1 Star Wing, He fires his cannons into the back of the pack of A-9s. The hit A-9 combusts and luckily takes out 3 of its adjacent allies.
Sly then makes an attempt to open a line of communication with the VT-49. He feels as if someone of great significance to his destiny is inside. He calmly presses the com. Key on his control board with great curiosity of who the ship holds.
Confidently, as if he knows the VT-49 carries friendship he exclaims, “ Looks like I got here just in time! Looks as if you guys need a little assistance!"
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Post by Eth Erzin on Oct 11, 2010 12:14:26 GMT -8
As Lents was about to throw the 'Rush into a wide spiral around the aggressive A-9s, another spot appeared on his radar scanner. Another ship warped in-system and almost immediately opened fire on the A-9s, blowing four of them into dust before the others could react. Lents froze.
"Don't be still Lents! There are still eight to be fought! Let the force continue to guide your actions."
Lents' fingers moved almost automatically over the control systems, pulling the 'Rush into a wide corkscrew orthogonal to the movement vector of the sudden ally. Master Beckoaret opened fire with the topmounted turret, scattering dissuading fire into the formation of the remaining eight A-9s. One hapless A-9 flew directly into one of the shots and dissipated into several chunks.
Suddenly, the comm systems beeped with an incoming transmission. Lents and Master Beckoaret exchanged another glance. The comm came from the ally: an Imperial Xg-1.
"I suppose--we shouldn't be--too surprised, I mean--we're flying--an Imperial VT-49 ourselves," Lents stuttered out as he divided his attention between flying and talking.
"Focus on piloting," Master Beckoaret said, "I'll send him a reply."
With one swift movement on the console, Lents transferred communications control to Master Beckoaret's station then suddenly pulled up, dodging a salvo of laserfire.
"I do hope this mysterious ally knows what he's doing."
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Post by Sly Rancoon on Oct 12, 2010 13:20:52 GMT -8
Just a few moments later, the com. link sounds and a voice of greeting ran through the cockpit, just as the force had felt out!
The deeper than normal voice begins to speak , “En taro Tassadar! ally, your aid here has been invaluable to us, but I do have to ask if you know what you have gotten yourself into. We are fugitives wanted by the Empire and by helping us, you have placed a death sentence upon your own head. We can hold the rest off if you want to leave, but if you stay then you have thrown in your lot with dangerous anti-imperialists.”
Sly pauses for some time as he takes in the message. As these grateful , yet, words of warning sounded, words that would have sent shivers down the spine of anyone who didn’t want to upset the empire, Sly’s immediate fear turns into a a great sensation of meaning, the sensation he has been looking for since he lost his parents those many years ago. For some reason, he knows the force led him here to help the voice. He remembers how much he wants justice to be brought the Empire. Sly suddenly feels he has no reason to fear anything, not even death, and most of all, he feels the force guiding him. After these revelations, He senses his mother’s presence strongly once again . She begins to whisper , “you were born for this, you always have been, and I will help show you the way my son.” As if something else was controlling his movements, Sly confidently preps his ship’s cannons and boosters . He knows what he picks, He picks what most people would see as death, that is …if the empire CAN kill him. Before he makes his final preparations to engage, Sly can’t help but to think to himself in a deep yet, humorous way , “ I really hope I know what I’m doing.”
After coming out of the very thought filled pause and taking a deep, deep breath, Sly confidently says with a grin through his cockpits com. link, “ Well, I’ve never been really good at lots, but I believe we are going to have to take that death sentence another day! Let’s show these Empire scum what a crash landing on Dac feels like!”
Sly boosts forward, towards the A-9s. He locks onto his targets and holds his trigger steady as he waits for the move of the mysterious ,now allied VT-49.
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Post by Eth Erzin on Oct 12, 2010 22:37:59 GMT -8
Master Beckoaret's eyebrows raised. He reiterated the message to Lents, and Lents gritted his teeth.
"Alright, let's do this."
Lents threw the throttle forward, cutting under the group of A-9s, but they had wised up to his maneuvers and the shots came closer. Master Beckoaret fired off sporadic laserbursts that caught the Imperial pilots off-guard and took out more of the salvo.
As Lents weaved in and out of what seemed to be a constant curtain of deadly fire, Master Beckoaret alerted Lents' control station, pinging the area radar. "See that Lents?"
Lents groaned. "Those Imperialists do not give up!"
"Third salvo coming in, looks to be about twenty A-9s."
"Twenty? Kriff!"
"Don't let your emotions and fear get ahead of you Lents. Give yourself up to the Force."
Lents quickly wiped some sweat off his forehead and cleared a low-hanging feather out of his eyes. "Right, right." He breathed deeply and slowly as his hand hovered above the joystick. It barely moved, but readjusted the trajectories of the Illuminant Rush just enough to completely avert collision with a laserblast.
They swept past the last A-9s of the second salvo, and approached the third salvo head-on.
"At current rate, we'll be in firing range in 18 seconds."
Lents closed his eyes and maintained speed on the throttle. His mind ran at a frenetic pace as he quietly counted towards 18 under his breath. At 12 seconds his eyes shot open. "I have an idea. I need you to get to the maintenance bay as fast as you can, no questions!" 3 seconds left. "Don't worry about the guns!"
Master Beckoaret nodded and bolted out of the cockpit. Lents retransferred full control to his console. Dividing the control unit, his left hand dictated the 'Rush's movements, and his right hand flicked on the ship intercom then began tapping out a message to the Xg-1.
The message was sent, and Lents was already in a maelstrom of fire. The 'Rush spun and turned and flipped and accelerated and decelerated and jittered and wove through the incoming laserfire. The shields were at 64%, and at the power of an A-9, Lents could survive no more than ten shots and not suffer any damage. He opened up to the force, and felt the movements of every particle in the space around him. Purposefully, Lents twitched the controls just enough to run the 'Rush through the fire. 1-2-3-4 shots. A glance at the status console and, just as planned, the shields were at 40%.
Lents then heard Master Beckoaret's voice through the intercom. "Lents, what in space is going on? How were we hit? Are the systems alright?"
"Don't worry Master Beckoaret, it's all as planned." Lents said through the system. "I need you to unload two of the concussion missiles from the ammo bay and switch them to timed detonation. I'm going to mark five. When I get to mark, let them out the cargo hatch on a near-instant timer. That means you're going to need to be fast in reclosing the hatch." 5-6-7 hits. Shields were now at 22%.
"Acknowledged. Waiting for your mark."
Perfect. Lents had been flying in vague circles within the range of the A-9s, the second salvo having now joined the third. 8 shots, 16%. "1... 2... 3..." 9 shots, 10%. "4... 5!" As Lents called out the mark, he ran into the tenth shot, and felt the loose concussion missiles explode against the bottom shielding. The shields dropped down to 2%. With that, he accelerated the 'Rush as fast as he could in a downwards spiral towards the surface of Mon Calamari. To the A-9s, it should look like that last shot had hit a critical system and the VT-49 was now out of control.
"Thanks, Master. You're all done down there."
Lents continued the faked spiral into destruction just as the comms system beeped again. From the Xg-1? No, from Skeang.
Lents barely glanced over the message before typing out an automatic response. It didn't sound terribly urgent compared to Lents' current situation, and so Skeang would have to wait a day or so until Lents could get out a more detailed message under the radar.
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Post by Eth Erzin on Oct 15, 2010 8:52:46 GMT -8
The Illuminant Rush hurtled through Mon Calamari's atmosphere, spinning wildly. Lents worked the terminal quickly, but not frantically, to keep some control over the ship. Master Beckoaret was seated and strapped in tight to the other control dock, eyes closed and brow furrowed as the force of gravity spun all around them.
"Are you ready Master Beckoaret? We're going to hit the ocean in... 15 seconds." Lents initiated a countdown timer so they could be ready, but the 'Rush was spinning so fast it was impossible to tell at which angle they would hit. Lents' mind flitted to the Xg-1 still up in space. He hoped it had made it out alright, but at the same time wondered what in space the pilot was thinking and what his motivations were. It was indeed very confusing, but--
CRASH
They slammed into the water and the shields, even though they had at that point regenerated to 8%, cut out completely. Lents and Master Beckoaret were pulled tight against their restraints, but were safe as the 'Rush then started to sink, slowly at first, then with increasing speed, under the waves of the Mon Calamarian sea.
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Post by Eth Erzin on Nov 30, 2010 9:37:43 GMT -8
Lents let the 'Rush sink far enough below the waves to mask any possible detection from above sea level before restarting the engines. He ran a quick systems diagnostics and drew his mouth into a wry frown when he saw that the impact had not only fully depleted the shields, but had also warped a couple of the finer atmo flaps, for on-planet navigation. He ran the 'Rush in slow, wide circles and found that it had a tendency to drift to the right. Lents was annoyed, but at the same time thankful they hadn't sustained any more significant damage.
"Are we ready to go?" Master Beckoaret asked after a minute.
Lents nodded. "Can you upload the enclave's coordinates into the navicomp?"
A few taps on Master Beckoaret's control panel... "Done."
Setting the 'Rush to autopilot towards the coordinates, Lents stood up and stretched. "I need some stimcaf. You, Master?"
Master Beckoaret nodded. "Dark, please. Pure."
"Sure thing," and Lents disappeared into the decks below.
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Post by Eth Erzin on Feb 13, 2012 0:22:09 GMT -8
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