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Post Fri Jun 29, 2012 7:19 pm

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*=MandalMotors Bes'uliik=
A Bes'uliik bearing MandalMotors markings drops out of hyperspace.*


:: MandalMotors courier with a special delivery. Requesting landing coordinates. ::
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Post Mon Jul 02, 2012 6:15 am

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==Midnight Fleet==

-Comm-Com
:: Copy that MandalMotors Courier. you are clear to to dock in the main landing bay of the Avalon. ::
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Post Tue Jul 03, 2012 7:06 pm

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:: Copy. Turning on vector now. ::

*Smoothly the wedge shaped craft dips and points its nose towards the distant triangular star destroyer, the pilot giving the hull over his head a glance as he disappeared under the Pellaeon class ship's bow, slowing before he entered the belly hanger. He rotated his craft over the designated landing spot and sets the craft down lightly on its horizontal axis to make sure that the unloading of 45 kilograms of beskar could happen with the least amount of effort.*
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Post Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:45 am

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==Midnight Fleet - Avalon Hanger==
*Once the courier ship is in the dock, a quick but detailed scan probes the ship to make sure that it isn't carrying anything potentially surprising. Once the ship clears the scan, it would be directed to land next to one of the docking bay crews to be unloaded and sent back on its way.*
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Post Thu Jul 05, 2012 1:35 pm

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*The craft easily passes the inspection, despite the normal weapons compliment, the craft only carried the beskar, which was quickly unloaded, and the fighter quickly left the ship, and headed for home.*
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Post Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:31 am

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==midnight fleet==
*Once the metal is unloaded from the first shuttle, it is just as quickly loaded into a second shuttle. Rising from the deck of the war-ship, the second shuttle was clear of the hanger not three minutes after the MandalMotors ship. Before long that shuttle too found its way into the twisting abyss that is hyperspace.*
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Post Mon Aug 06, 2012 8:33 am

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*The Luck of Corell, a small, custom transport designed to look like CEC's Action VI, except smaller, broke from hyperspace and headed into orbit. A voice, a human female, came through on the commlink broadcasting to the planet.* :: This is transport Luck of Corell requesting permission to land on the planet for trade. Please advise. ::
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Post Mon Aug 06, 2012 8:48 am

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==Geonosis Ground and Space Traffic Control==

:: Copy that, Luck of Corell you are cleared to land. Welcome to Geonosis & may your visit be profitable. ::
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Post Tue Aug 07, 2012 6:43 am

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:: Thanks, Control. ::

*After turning the commlink off, Shiar sent the ship into a dive toward atmosphere. As she did so, she spoke to the Wookiee next to her.* Well Furball, we're in it now.
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Post Thu Oct 11, 2012 4:24 pm

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*Cuyan sat in the cockpit of the Entye be Gra'tua approaching the orbit of the planet Geonosis. He has decided to take part in the Great Hunt for many reasons, reasons a younger version of him would largely not understand. He joined to get his name back out there, since his ranch was destroyed and with it his living. He also joined for a desire, one he had not felt in some time, a desire that spoke to his ancient bloodline. A desire for glory, and most surprisingly, to honor his father. His mark was supposed to be here, and while he had only a name, he had hunted with less before. His scans read an orbital office facility, and he decided he might so well start there, as geonosians weren't ones for the tavern. He transmitted landing codes and adjusted his trajectory, occasionally applying counter thrust to slow his approach as he made to dock smoothly.

The hunt was on.*
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Post Tue Jan 08, 2013 7:05 pm

GPE-7300 space transport, "Chariklo"

*Hands behind her head as she finishes putting her waist length brown hair into a coiled bun at the center back of her head, Neassa walks into the cockpit as her FEG-series pilot droid, Shuk'la, slows their speed to ahead dead slow after taking their ship out of hyperspace.

Dropping into the co-pilot's seat after finished with her hair, Neassa takes the , or PUT, she has clipped to her hip, a Genosian language chip already inserted, and tilts her head to the side to put the device's earpiece into her left ear. Reaching up and sliding the pickup mic that will translate her Basic into Genosian down in front of her mouth, Neassa pauses and looks out at the ringed, orange planet looming ahead in the distance.

Opening a comm channel to Genosis' planetary traffic controllers, Neassa requests permission to make for the planet's capital and then waits leans back in her chair, waiting to be cleared.*
*BoSS records will show that the ship is registered to a Nairi Tabanian, a twenty eight year old Lorrdian woman who's occupation is listed as an independent security consultant. A check of both the ship and Tabanian's names on law enforcement databases will come back clean, completing the overall vanilla nature of the alias Neassa's employer has provided her.*

*Thanking the traffic controllers when they grant her landing request and send a flight plan, Neassa looks over at Shuk'la and nods, taking the PUT's earpiece from her ear as the droid increases their speed and adjusts their course to bring them onto their assigned heading, beginning the trip from orbit to .*
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Post Tue Jan 15, 2013 1:20 am

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[quote="Neassa Or'dinii":emvuwn46][action:emvuwn46]Neassa laughs when, out of all the questions that Inferno must have about the enigmatic job offer she had presented him with, he starts by asking her name and, as she removes the leather cuirass, worn over a short, khaki chiton, answers,[/action:emvuwn46] "Call me [i:emvuwn46]Shepherd[/i:emvuwn46], [action:emvuwn46]and then, dropping the cuirass to the floor and tearing the rip in the chiton on her left side open wide enough that she can get a look at the wound she is dealing with, uses her fingers to spread the edges to determine how deep it is as she asks,[/action:emvuwn46] Next question?"

[narration:emvuwn46]As Neassa, after seeing that the graze wound is deep enough to require stitches, gets up to go to the galley to wash her hands before cleaning and stitching the wound in her side, [i:emvuwn46]Shuk'la[/i:emvuwn46] takes the GPE-7300 up into [url=http://www.jedivsith.com/viewtopic.php?f=457&t=515&start=440:emvuwn46]orbit[/url:emvuwn46] . . .[/narration:emvuwn46][/quote:emvuwn46]

[color=#FFBF00:emvuwn46][i:emvuwn46]Shepherd[/i:emvuwn46]; kind of an odd name. But then there were those who would argue that [i:emvuwn46]Inferno[/i:emvuwn46] was a peculiar handle as well. Nodding in satisfaction of the answer, Inferno continuted,[/color:emvuwn46] "Alright, [i:emvuwn46]Shepherd[/i:emvuwn46], what can you tell me about my new employers? Do I get to meet any more of them? And which of my many talents do they seek to exploit for their own profits?"
[color=#FFBF00:emvuwn46]He did have quite a few questions, but decided to only ask the most relevant ones, at first. He had a feeling there would be time to have them all asked, and see wich of them would be answered.[/color:emvuwn46]
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Post Tue Jan 15, 2013 1:45 am

GPE-7300 space transport, "Chariklo"

*After setting a large metal bowl on the small counter beside the equally small galley's sink, Neassa begins to scrub the dirt, sweat and blood from her hands as, speaking loudly enough to be heard over the running water, she explains,* "To be perfectly honest, even I don't know a lot about our employer. He's not the social type from what I gather. You probably won't ever meet him. I've only met him via holographic transmission. Might not have even been the real him. He'll communicate through me or Operator, who you will probably meet when we arrive at the station."

*Her hands clean, Neassa returns to the couch with the bowl and opens the medkit, taking out what she needs to clean and stitch the wound in her side as she goes on to explain,* "As far as command structure, that's it. Operator is in charge of the station, M gives me our orders and I lead the operational team that you are now a part of. *Gritting her teeth as she cleans the wound, Neassa says,* Before you ask, the team is still in the some assembly required stage. You were the first prospective member on the list. It's your talents in the field of infiltration that attracted the attention of M, the employer you'll probably never meet. *Taking out the sterile suture tray and opening it, Neassa smiles as she says intentionally enigmatically,* Profit isn't M's motive though."

*As Neassa waits for Inferno to ask the inevitable follow up question, Shuk'la, having taken the ship out of Genosis'; gravity well, takes the vessel from realspace and into hyperspace to continue their journey on to the station *
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