Open Orbit

[Whill High Shaman Furas]

*The history is currently unknown.*

*In orbit sits the Victory I-class Star Destroyer Iron Clad, a shuttle departs to the surface with Senior Captain Barca to negotiate with the indigenous rulers.*

*After his shuttle lands, Barca makes his way to the bridge. Soon after the VSD jumps out of the system...*

OOC: I have a propostion for the leader or leaders of this planet. If you could please PM me back it would be appreciated*

*a herd ship flanked by two hapan battle dragons and then further flanked by 4 hapan nova class cruisers enter the system from hyperspace, all equiped with HIMS technology and living armour around important areas of the ships.*

:: is there life upon the planet over ::

OOC: dunno how long im supposed to wait before like doing anything ill look it up*

*with no resistance pointed out a herd ship begins to land in order to build the 3km by 4.5km base, numbering 6,000 personal.*

*A StealthX X-Wing exits hyperspace. It is cloaked and set on auto-pilot. The man within the ship helps to cloak it with the Force as it heads for the planets surface. It comes in on the dark side of the system, helping its camoflauge. Once it reaches the surface. A cloaked man would leave, setting self-destruct charges on the craft, hiding the evidence of its purpose. The man would then move to his designated location and gather information, cloaked by Armor and the Force.*

*A few probes jettison from a small carrier. Inside the probes carry scout droids. The markings of the scout droids bear CGS insignias and in small insigina on below in the red, yellow and orange is the NCBO logo. The scout droids only scan the area and send messages back to their station.*

*5 freighters enter the atmosphere and decend towards the mountains. The freighters are planning on landing 1300 miles from any known installation. All freighters bare CGS logos.*

*The freighters all bare CGS logos*

*due to the earlier issue of probe droids men and flight plans were ready as soon as the wayfever's saw the frieghters. visitiors were not welcome here. not without an appointment*

OOC: Due to the curvature of the earth and line of sight. there is no way of seeing the freighters land on the planet without the use of satelites.*

*The ships of Special Operations Taskforce Dragons appear from hyperspace. Fighters are deployed, and the ships take up defensive positions. This planet would prove useful.

One the bridge of the Turbulent-class Star Destroyer, Scarlet Shard, Colonel Ronan Starflare took it all in.*

"Captain Abegan, send the ground forces down, And get that prefab base ready to be sent down too."

*The captain nodded. He ran off and began shouting orders.

The landers began leaving the ship, and flowing down the surface, escorted by starfighters.

A toothy grin found its way to Ronan's face. This was just the beginning.*

SPECIAL OPERATIONS TASKFORCE DRAGONS

Heavy-class Vessels::>

1- Turbulent-class Star Destroyer <> Scarlet Shard

Medium-class Vessels::>

1- Victory-II-Class Star Destroyer <> Dawn Under Heaven

Hyperdrive-equipped Starfighters::>

1 Squadron of XJ-7 X-wings (Total fighters: 12)
1 Squadron of Mark II A-wings (Total fighters: 12)

*Following the subjugation of any dissidents, the ground commanders called up, and gave the all-clear. Algara II had been successfully taken control of.

Ronan smiled again. He turned to Captain Abegan.*

"Captain, I have pressing matters planetside, as well as on Osarian. When I finish here, I will return to Dragon Base there. If a member of the Protectorate contacts you, send them to me, and if there are any intrusions, use standard procedure. If that fails, blast them to pieces."

*Abegan nodded.*

"Good."

*Ronan exited the bridge, and took the turbolift down to the hangar, where his XJ-9D was waiting for him. He entered the ship, and closed the canopy. With the flick of a switch, the starfighter raised on repulsors, and burst out of the hangar, going planetside.*

*Later, Ronan's X-wing erupted back into orbit, and landed inside the Scarlet Shard.*

:: Abegan! Take us to Osarian! The dirt-dwellers will follow when the Why-Four-Dee-Eff gets here! Let's go! ::

=Abegan=
::Sir! Yes, sir!::

*And the ships tore a hole in realspace, homeward bound.*

SPECIAL OPERATIONS TASKFORCE DRAGONS

Heavy-class Vessels::>

1- Turbulent-class Star Destroyer <> Scarlet Shard

Medium-class Vessels::>

1- Victory-II-Class Star Destroyer <> Dawn Under Heaven

Hyperdrive-equipped Starfighters::>

1-XJ-7 X-wing squadrons (Total fighters: 12)
1-A-wing Mark II Interceptor squadron (Total fighters: 12)

*Tremors are felt in the Force from lightyears away as Arwen Foxx passes away due to complications from her pregnancy. She was 24 years old. Her body disappeared when she passed away, and as she was favored by the Whills, became a Force Spirit.*

*Sira and I drop out of hyperspace well beyond the planet. A single glance is all we need: The fleet is gone from here, but they will be back. We flicker back out.*

*Three of the Star Destroyers that make up Special Operations Taskforce Dragons tear their way into realspace. They all disgorge their "self-moving cargo" down to the planet, and take up defensive positions.

The Dragons had come back to Algara.*

*In a far corner of the system, one rarely seen, scanned, or utilized, a quartet of A-wings flies in formation, scouting the area, cross-referencing hyperspace routes, making sure none passed through the large patch of void. There were none.

This place would be perfect for the Colonel's special idea.*