Open Orbit

*the ore hauler fires up its loading/unloading tractor beams and begins to pass the one ton cubes of metal off to the smaller ship.*

-clerk
:: the price for 75 tons of duranium is 8.175 credits. however, a fee of 200 credits is charged for small orders. so the total price for the order comes to 200 credits. ::

*Bridge, Immobilizer 418 Cruiser Equality, in polar orbit, above the planet Tralus.*

=Admiral Summers=
:: Thank you sir, and thank you for being willing to deliver the ore. :: *The CDF officer responded gratefully, as he gave hand signals to one of his computer techs to make a wire transfer in the amount of 200 credits.* *The tech complied, and to MandalMine's accounts.* :: You should have your money now. ::

*Moments later, the unloading was completed, and the Action VI moved away from the MandalMine vessel, descending quickly towards the surface of the planet with its 75 ton cargo.*

*Bridge, Immobilizer 418 Cruiser Equality, in polar orbit, above the planet Tralus.*

*The project had been sitting for days. Apparently the Corellian Sector's other arms suppliers were encountering supply chain or shipping problems. But that didn't mean that the existing pieces of of the puzzle couldn't be be assembled or distributed. Time was slipping away, and Admiral Summers' CDF supperiors wouldn't like that, he knew. They'd given him a very firm deadline.*

=Rear Admiral Summers=
"It's past time we started getting some of this gear organized!" *The commanding officer exclaimed to no one in particular. Picking up his comlink, he began issuing orders to various parts of his refitting operation.* :: Project Duranium, you are cleared to proceed to Naboo. Meanwhile, both CR-90s are to report to Selonia for the One Hundred refitting and upgrade. Report in when you have arrived. ::

=Ship Captains=
:: Yes, sir. Acknowledged! ::

*With a flash the Action-VI and both CR-90s were gone from Tralus' orbit.*

*3 large cargo transporters emerged from hyperspace and slowly made their way towards Tralus, transmitting their ID codes, and opening comms for the ground control to advise them further.*

:: Ground Control, we are 3 transporters reporting from Ordo Weapons Manufacturing on Concord Dawn. We have orders to make delivery by Commander Korr of the Corellian Defence Forces, to one Rear Admiral Will Summers. Please advise, out. ::

*The containers halted at safe distance, not only for their own security, but so as not to alarm the Ground Control, nor equally to interfere with any other incoming or outgoing traffic. The Mandalorian pilots and crew took the time to sit back and relax, and partake in some games of pazaak.*

*There was a moment of static, and then the call was picked up in Rellidir City.*

=Navos Ground Control=
*A silky female voice responded as a young Selonian checked the Ordo vessels' transponder codes, and then transferred the call to the CDF military network.* :: Ordo Weapons Manufacturing, this is Tralus Control. Your codes check out. I am transferring you to Admiral Summers. ::

*Another military shipment. This was becoming an impressive showing by the CDF. The Selonian wondered what was up. War? Was it coming here, or was this just a staging area? She never knew, she was a low-level communications expert with no need-to-know, but she hoped nothing too serious was about to happen.*

*Aboard the Immobilizer 418 Cruiser Equality, in polar orbit, above the planet Tralus, Admiral Summers was alerted to the arrival in system of delivery vessels from Ordo Weapons Manufacturing.*

=Admiral Will Summers=
:: Ordo, this is Admiral Summers of the Corellian Defense Forces. :: *Came the gruff voice of a middle-aged human who has seen too many wars.* :: You are cleared to proceed to , landing pads 92-94. A team will meet you there to offload cargo to our own ships. ::

*Out of hyperspace came a small fleet of transport frigates. They bore the emblems of the Sorosuub Corporation from the Western Outer Rim. A transmission is sent to the planetside.*

:: Ground Control, this is Sorosuub Representative Qilur. I come here with an order of a hundred AAC-2 hovertanks by request and payment of Commander Korr of the Corellian Defense Force. Permission to land and unload our cargo. ::

*Qilur gives the order for the fleet to halt a respectable distance from the orbital defenses and the planet. They move drift within the space, waiting for a reply.*

*Today was definitely military equipment delivery day in the Corellian Sector. The young Selonian ground control officer had barely finished transferring the Mandalorian convoy to Admiral Summers when another convoy arrived and identified them as a delivery from SoroSuub.*

=Navos Ground Control=
*Checking her records for expected arrivals, she quickly cross-referenced the shipment, and verified the transponder codes provided by the transport frigates.* :: Representative Qilur, this is Tralus Control. :: *She responded.* :: Please hold while I transfer you to Admiral Summers of the CDF. :: *Her slim finger pressed the well-worn button yet again.*

*Aboard the Immobilizer 418 Cruiser Equality, in polar orbit, above the planet Tralus, Admiral Summers, glanced at the communications board as he closed the line to the ORdo vessels, and smiled. Their mission was behind schedule, but the suppliers' convoys were showing up fast and furious now, after several delays. He would have good news to report to Commander Korr tonight.*

=Admiral Will Summers=
:: Representative Qilur, this is Admiral Summers of the Corellian Defense Forces. :: *He informed the newcomers, in his heavy, gruff voice that suggested long military service.* :: You are cleared to proceed to , landing pads 215 through 224. A team will meet you there to offload cargo. Thanks again. ::

:: Acknowledged, Admiral Summers. Qilur out. ::

*Qilur leaned back and sighed lightly, stroking his balding head. He nodded to the captain who gave the orders now. The transports flared to life and headed to the Redllidir spaceport where they would unload their cargo.*

[quote="Kel'Al Raganella":endrsvuz][b:endrsvuz][color=#00FF80:endrsvuz]=Admiral Will Summers=[/color:endrsvuz][/b:endrsvuz]
[comlink:endrsvuz]Ordo, this is Admiral Summers of the Corellian Defense Forces.[/comlink:endrsvuz] [action:endrsvuz]Came the gruff voice of a middle-aged human who has seen too many wars.[/action:endrsvuz] [comlink:endrsvuz]You are cleared to proceed to [url=http://jedivsith.com/viewtopic.php?f=399&t=881:endrsvuz]Rellidir spaceport[/url:endrsvuz], landing pads 92-94. A team will meet you there to offload cargo to our own ships.[/comlink:endrsvuz][/quote:endrsvuz]

[color=#FF0000:endrsvuz]=Ordo Transports=[/color:endrsvuz]
[narration:endrsvuz]Captain N Peecee aboard the lead cargo vessel cocked his ear to the comm as the acknowledgement came through at last, jotting down a few notes for his own reference before tapping his finger onto his own comlink to respond.[/narration:endrsvuz]

[comlink:endrsvuz]Ordo Weapons acknowledges, Admiral Summers, we shall begin our descent immediately to landing pads 92 through 94. Ordo out.[/comlink:endrsvuz]

[narration:endrsvuz]With that, he signalled the other ships in his commission to follow suit, and the transporters began their slow approach to the spaceport as directed.[/narration:endrsvuz]

*Rear Admiral Summers was pleased with the reports from his officers on the ground in Rellidir, but one thing remained, and he awaited word from his commanding officer Admiral Korr, back home on Corellia. The Hutts had been hired to covertly acquire all the necessary weapons for the military re-equipment operation, without direct traceability to Corellian operations. As soon as their contact commed home, Summers would dispatch transports to make the appropriate exchange.* *There was a sudden beep from the communications center on the bridge, as a classified dispatch, eyes only for Summers, was transmitted on a secured line from halfway across the system.*

=Rear Admiral Summers=
"What is this?" *He glanced at the security datapad as a communications officer handed it to him, then quickly authenticated himself.* "Oh. Oh!" *He paused, and read the entire message.* "I see. Well." *He reached for his own comlink, and gave one simple order.* :: Captain Napoli, it is time. ::

*There was an acknowledgment at the other end, and then, six assorted transport ships detached themselves from the ring of Republic military spacecraft that currently ringed Tralus around her poles and jumped to hyperspace.*

*There was a flicker at the far end of the Corellian system, near Drall, and then a larger disruption near the shared orbit of the double worlds, and a shuttle popped rather suddenly out of hyperspace, into high orbit around Tralus. The green and white Lambda-class shuttle bore the colors and transponder codes of a Republic military shuttle, Core Fleet, designated the Cigara Gambit, although this was likely a temporary name. Intelligence liked to playe games like that. Frequent name changes ensured less traceability and allowed for word plays.*

=Shuttle Pilot=
:: Tralus, this is the Cigara Gambit. :: *The words crackled over the intrasystem com on a military channel, moments later.* :: Please inform Rear Admiral Summers that the 'light' has arrived. ::

*The codes meant nothing to the junior com operator in Rellidir's Navos communications hub, but all security parameters checked out, and so he dutifully forwarded the relay as directed.*

=Rear Adm. Summers=
*The grey-headed old Corellian cracked a grim as he received the transmission, and he replied almost immediately.* :: Confirmed, Cigara Gambit. You are cleared to land and offload at the Rellidir spaceport, landing pad 95. My men will meet you there. ::

=Shuttle Pilot=
:: Rodger that, Admiral. :: *Came the response, and the shuttle accelerated, dropping into the atmosphere, and diving toward Rellidir, many, many kilometers below.*

*Not long after the arrival of the previous cargo, Captain Napoli and his six "civilian" transports re-entered the Corellian system, and settled into orbit above Tralus. The six rather down-trodden freighters maneuvered with less grace and ease than they had before they departed. Rear Admiral Summers allowed a smile to overspread his face even before Napoli made contact. His sharp eyes knew heavily laden freighters when he saw them, and he knew that the mission had been a success.*

=Summers=
:: Captain Napoli, welcome home. :: *The gruff commander of the resupply operation barked into his comlink as soon as Napoli's authentication code had been read.* :: Please stand by for sensor scans while we ensure you didn't pick up any stow-aways. :: *Even as he spoke, the bridge crew around him huddle over the sensor control station, and began sweeping each of the six returning ships.*

=Napoli=
:: Thank you, sir. Roger that, Napoli standing by. :: *The captain grinned to himself.* *Summers must be in a hurry, he hadn't even been able to get a word in before the Rear Admiral had called him over the com. That wasn't normal procedure, and that meant that Napoli and his team had likely just completed a mission of even more importance than they realized.*

=Summers=
*The sensor scans all came up clean.* *Summers actually chuckled, then thumbed his comlink again.* :: All clear, Napoli. Please proceed to your previously granted docking bays. A team will be there to unload your cargo. ::

=Napoli=
*Smoothing the self-absorbed sense of pride out of his voice and face, Napoli replied.* :: Yes, sir! Venturers, commence landing procedures. :: *As he gave the command, he felt the ship beneath him dip slightly, as the pilot brought it out of orbit.* *All around him, the other five vessels followed their leader's example, and together, they dove in a ragged line for the surface and the spaceport far below.*

*At last, the final line of cargo shuttles and personnel carriers detached from the fleet once more, and dispersed, some of them returning to the planet, while others entered hyperspace and traveled home to disparate parts of the Republic. The fleet refitting and army equipment replacement was completed. Rear Admiral Summers had a massive collection of new "toys" at his disposal, among his fleet, as well as a large amount of cargo to be delivered the the Freedom Group over Coruscant.*

*There was only one last pieces of the puzzle remaining. He was still missing the two corvettes that had been sent to Selonia for upgrades. Where were they?*

=Rear Admiral Summers=
*Stepping over to a station at his left, Will took one of the handsets from the communications officer, and placed a call to his two prodigal support ships.* :: CR class corvettes, this is Rear Admiral Summers, what is your status and E.T.A.? :: *He asked, a slight edge of do-not-cross-me-or-else seeping into his voice.* :: We're all waiting for you at this point. Tell the Selonians they better hurry up, or they won't get paid. ::

*Almost as if on cue, there was a flicker of motion at the edge of the system, and the two CR-100 corvettes returned from their trip to the Selonian shipyards for a thorough refitting and upgrade. They were late, and they knew it, but the commanding officers made no excuses. It had been beyond their control, and nothing could change it. Summers could argue with CEC until he was blue in the face if he wanted. The only thing that mattered was that the fleet was now whole again. The past was the past.*