Open Orbit

:: Thank you kind sir. ::

The Beskaryc Me'sen turns on engines to 50% so that it will move slowly towards the shipyards. Aboard the ship engineers and enlisted shuffle and run around trying to get to their positions so they will be in and out in a day or two.

A bright yellow Naboo star fighter dropped from hyperspase. Claramay reached for the comlink and spoke in her clear bell like voice.

:: Abraxin control... this is Claramay, requesting permission to land. ::

She said rather timidly. she pulled some hair out of her face and tucked it behind her pointed ear as she fixated her blue eyes on the swampy planet below.

*As she looked at the planet, cities could be seen near the coast, and on an island north of the coast. Some large cities could be seen in the ocean and on some islands.*

Claramay nodded with a thin smile on her white angled features as she planned out a place to land.... she headed for the capital, or where she thought it to be.... the largest concentration of ships..... and due to her research she thought it to be in the right place. with a quaver the ship slipped into the planet.

*Ordo Class SD= Beskaryc Me'sen

=Product Information=

Manufacturer: Jaccien Ordo
Production Rights: Mandal Motors/ Jaccien Ordo
Type: Heavy Battleship, Star Destroyer.
=Technical Specifications=
Length: 1,700 Meters
Width: 600 Meters
Height: 300 Meters
Hull: Heavy, Beskar Metal for armor, Meleenium, Durasteel. These have been melted down and mixed together.

Armament:
6 Heavy quad turbo lasers
2 Dual Heavy Ion Cannon Turrets
3 Quad Medium Turbo Lasers
4 Triple Medium Turbolasers
60 Taimond and Bak Heavy Turbolasers
60 Borestel NK-7 Ion Cannons

Speed: 60 MGLT/ 2,500 G's= Km/hour

Engines:4 Destroyer Engines
4 Gemon Back up engines


Crew-
Officers 9,100
Infantry 10,000
Enlisted 28,000

Cargo:
36,000 Metric tons
Consumables: 6 years

Speed: 1 MGLT to 60 MGLT in about an hour.

The new, but not so improved Beskaryc Me'sen blasts out of the shipyards and begins to move out to a position that is suitable for hyperspace. The men are finally glad to be on their way

:: Talon reaver, contact me personally for the money. ::

:: I will do so. Have a pleasant journey Jaccien. ::

*A Whitecloak Fighter blasts out of hyperspace and heads into a high orbit over the planet and drifts a few moments. After a few moments the ships pilot opens a comm channel and begins to speak in a low tone. The voice carried a strange ascent.

:: Yo, My name be Fedor Skar... I'ma lookin fo clearance to land!::

*The Whitecloak Fighter remained adrift in the planets orbit while the pilot waited for permission to land his craft on the planets surface.*

*A rip in space appeared several hundred lightyears away from the planet's defence stations, and the Sol Battlegroups slipped into real space, battered, but looking none the worse for wear. The Battlegroups took position above the planet with the previous ones that had arrived a day earlier. Aboard the Letum, B.G. Weioban scanned the cryopods, studying the faces of the figures within. Some were human, obviously, some men, some women, even a few children. But several others weren't human at all, their features ranging from pointed ears, to appearances similar to the Tauren the fleet had encountered a week earlier. Many species lay in them, and their pods were locked by a code. The only one who would know it lay unconcious on a stretcher, and the AI's attempts to hack it were unsuccessful.*

*Weioban looked around, rubbing his temples, and pointed one hand at a junior officer.*



*As the transport was locked into a docking arm, Talon was carried out of sight towards the Med Bay, and Weioban took one last look around the hangar before slipping away towards his quarters, Sareno close behind.*

*a CloakShape fighter enters orbit*
:: To any one who want any mercanery type work done call me ::

:: ::

:: any type of mercanery work, I prefer hit and run type mission but willing to do any type of mission as long as i get paid and\or get upgrade for my weapons or ship ::

:: ::

:: yes, I would be interested in signing on with you for an extended period of time but I woud like to land and speak more about the contract ::

:: ::

*the CloakShape fighter go to the Jericho Hanger Bay*

*the Time Dog drops out of hyperspace and enters orbit*

This is Brando Calrissian of the Time Dog. I'm here to negotiate trade relations with the leader of this planet. Please forward a meeting location.

:: ::

Thank you. Descending now.

*the Time Dog stays motionless for a moment as the navcomputer calculates the appropriate trajectory then jets downward toward the surface.