Open Orbit

"Speaking of fate, they are ready to move from the recent report. Be ready to make a rescue or an arrest if this terrorist is let live.."

*An alert sound on the Jedi General's Omni-Data-Interface-Tools.*

"Is it time?"

"Almost, wait until Durandal gives the go ahead. Until then, we are going to sit at the rally point just outside of Devaron's long range sensors."

*The Crusader and The Halcyon, 2 Crusader class battlecruisers, entered hyperspace*

*meanwhile, The Jedi at the SC force-user academy on the Folor Moon gather anxiously in the commons to await news on their fellow class-mate, as well as any report on what the comm. disruption on Devaron is all about. there is news that terrorism has made an SC city a victim.*

*Damage control teams from Devaron send back intel to Durandal to log into the mainframe of the battle with the terrorists*

A new presence is felt...the alter ego of Master Spak...
Darth Valerius....

*A new ship arrives. The ship is a diplomatic vessel from Dressel, and since the defenses seem to have been inactive for quite some time, the ship makes its way down to the planet below.*

*The barriers between realms rippled as a gravitational force distorted space and influenced the natural dimension. A vessel emerged from darkspace, streaking into the system by means of lightspeed travel. It slowed rapidly as it approached the planet of Commenor, eventually coming to a drift that set it on course with the world's orbit. Thirty meters from front to back and coated in a glossy black carapace, the ship was by far an unusual sight in the eyes of those that frequented the system most often.*

*Inside the ship's cockpit, a scarred figure projected mental commands to the vessel by way of a symbiotic link. The qahsa, essentially an organic computer, converted biological data into ones and zeroes, then shared them with the oggzil connected to the vessel's villip. Electronic information was passed on to the orbital traffic controller as though this ship was equipped with a transponder. It identified itself as the "Void Trekker", then followed up by transmitting audio on an open communications channel.*

:: Commenor control, requesting permission to approach orbit and make landfall at the Galactic University. I am a prospective student hoping for admittance within its walls of academia. ::

*He stroked a reflex along the console in front of him as he waited for a reply. Ionized gas vented out of crevices in the rear of the ship, practically identical to the residue trailed by an ion engine.*

[action:3dd5bcdj]The ATC operator on duty promptly died of a heart attack. But he was old and overweight, so no one was really mad about the ordeal. His deputy, a far more fit young man, nearly followed suit when he saw the screen. A Vong ship? Here? Are they invading? And then over the comm came:[/action:3dd5bcdj]

[quote:3dd5bcdj][comlink:3dd5bcdj]Commenor control, requesting permission to approach orbit and make landfall at the Galactic University. I am a prospective student hoping for admittance within its walls of academia.[/comlink:3dd5bcdj]
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[action:3dd5bcdj]Eralam had given strict orders that anyone seeking to attend the academy was to be allowed to land at once.[/action:3dd5bcdj]

[comlink:3dd5bcdj]Oh, um, o-of course sir. Please head on down at your leisure.[/comlink:3dd5bcdj]

:: Acknowledged. :: *Came his cold crisp reply.*

*With nothing but a mental command, the Yuuzhan Vong ordered his ship to begin its descent. He took the controls in his hands, unnecessary though it was, and carefully eased the yoke forwards, dropping the nose of the dart shaped craft towards the planet's atmosphere. The on-board dovin basals stirred awake, compelled to extend their gravitational influence and propel the organic craft forwards. Within minutes the ship vanished beneath the clouds.*

*A ship appeared in the darkness the four men aboard had come from Devaron practically next door. The leader of them Fenix Solomon opened up a comm.*

:: Fenix Solomon here, we are looking to attend the university of Commenor do we have permission to land? ::

*Before the new arrival even had a chance to finish speaking, the landing clearance and location had been sent to his navicomp.*

:: Enjoy your stay. ::

*Moments after her astromech tweets and whistles to wake her from her light slumber to inform her that they have arrived, Jedi Master Sharee Grynt - sent from the Jedi academy on Corellia to teach at the University of Commenor - watches star streaks shrink outside her Wolf class Omni fighter's canopy as the ship drops out of it's hyperspace tunnel and into realspace.

Checking her instruments and the status report from her astromech, the Mirialan switches from the autopilot to manual control and, after checking that she is on course, decelerates to ahead dead slow and opens a comm channel to the planetary traffic controllers, saying,* :: This is Jedi Master Grynt in the Wolf Class Omni Fighter, Hypsipyle, requesting permission to leave orbit and proceed to the Galactic University of Commenor, over. ::

*The orbital control facility has been struck by a bout of the lazies. The pimply-faced teen sitting at the console doesn't even bother to reply with voice. Instead, he texts out a "greeting" using his datapad.*

:: Word. Land ware u liek. ::

*It should be noted that the poor grammar trips an alert in the computer system. Upon the next offense, this particular employee will be fed through the airlock. Working at ATC is an easy and lenient job, but one musn't mangle Basic unnecessarily.*

*The Mirialan chuckles at the manner in which her clearance has been delivered and then adjusts her course and speed to begin her approach.*

*Moments later the Wolf Omni Fighter enters Commenor's upper atmosphere and then continues on to the Galactic University of Commenor.*

*With a bright flash of light, the Koray ends it's foray through hyperspace in the Commonor system, not far from the planet it's self in fact. The ship enters system with weapons on standby, and shield at full, Lt Enkarris not trusting the local police force to be up to the job of keeping pirates away. The pilot turns the vessel towards the planet, and begins the trip to orbit. The communications operator, a blue eyed, blond haired, young woman in a sharp, blue business suit, hails traffic control as the Koray begins it's sublight journey.*

*Without delay, the ATC station in orbit contacts the incoming ship. Loaded weapons can have that effect on people.*

:: Master Eralam is waiting for you. Head to the open terrain. I think the metal rodder wants some privacy. ::

*The Koray continues towards the planet at a brisk pace. True to his word, Lt Enkarris orders the weapons systems powered down as the ship reached high orbit.

In his cabin, Cedrick showers and dresses in a sharp light blue business suit, with a teal tie that bears the Redili StarDrive emblem. He also puts on a pair of socks to match the suit and a pair of teal, suede shoes, to match the tie. He carefully combs his graying black hair, and grabs his brown leather briefcase, before sitting at his desk and double checking the contents of his briefcase to be certain that he has everything he'll need as the Koray descends into the atmosphere.*

*The Simic exited out of Hyperspace and made ready of a brisk reentry.*

"Send a coded message to Orbital command that we're landing. That should appease them." *Said Jud as he sat in his command throne and watched the planet come into view. He had been to many meetings in the past several months, but this one might be the one that payed off the most in the end. Jud grinned at the thought as the shuttle banks slightly as it must have been given a landing trajectory.* "This should prove to me interesting."

*A second Imperial shuttle dropped out of hyperspace the inside held a man old beyond his years. Xeonon sat there having been called to the university by one of his brothers.*

:: Planetary control this is Xeonon Solomon, requesting permission to land at the university. ::

*A transmission originating from the university began to transmit to the Imperial shuttle on the same channel it hailed the planet with. Code and coordinate data was available for download on the shared communications frequency, meanwhile a landing beacon became active in the capital city.*

:: Mr. Solomon, your arrival was expected; however, there has been a slight change of plans. The scheduled meeting will now take place in a private residence within the capital city of Anteluma. Coordinates are being transmitted to you now. There is a shuttle pad on the roof of the building that should accomadate your vessel. Room 413. ::

*With that acknowledgement out of the way, the transmission source stopped transmitting and the line went cold.*