Open Orbit

*A group of drop ships, small one manned fighters and shuttles come out of hyperspace and begin descending on the planet. The ships hold the insignia of the Qel-Droma's, or at least the one Qel-Droma. He had finally after all this time returned to his master.. You could only wonder what would bring him to Valerian this time.*

The Runner appeared from Hyperspace and entered Orbit as it slowly decended towards the planet.

:: This is the Runner, requesting Permission to land please. ::

*The planetary control's comms system suddenly buzzed to life, the neimoidian dock-officer cocking his head to the side. He was curious, it had been some time since they had any new visitors that hadn't already been given clearance. He let out a sigh as he made his way slowly over to the communications systems, answering the incoming transmission personally. As the comms systems lit, bringing him live with "The Runner", he cleared his throat and made his response.*
:: The Runner, this is planetary control, you're free to land in the capital city of Zarra. ::

The ship started it's way down to the planet almost like it was rushing. It was just that the pilot was quite impatient.

*The Venator-class Star Destroyer "Resolution" exited hyperspace above the most productive Purse-World of the Neimoidian's. The giant wedge settled into a high orbit before broadcasting a message to the planet's orbital control.*



*The Captain released the button and ceased the transmission. He then looked over to Master Nemo who was stroking his beard and looking out at the planet from the bridge viewport. They had been called in to help with local government disputes that had escalated. To avoid more complication on the planet, the Jedi had sent Nemo and his team. The Jedi Master himself had thought of many other Jedi who would've been better suited to this type of mission, however he had been over-ruled and sent anyway. The rest of his team were aboard the Naughty Lass in the hanger along with half the starfighters, ready and standing by. The clone commandos were also readying themselves but the ship did not have its shields raised or any power in the weapon systems. They were on a peaceful mission, for now.*

*Aboard the Aurora*



*Captain Tryst, a male Harch, listened to the hailing message watched dispassionately as the Jedi entered the system. The old lingering pride of the Confederacy made him smart at having Jedi in orbit and having the guns lay silent. But he knew that would change. And those interlopers would find themselves suffering the wrath of a wounded dragon.*





*Data streamed between the Aurora and Cato Nemoidia Orbital Control. Tryst pulled the internal commlink near to his mandibles.*









*Cato Neimoidia Orbital Control*

:: Star Destroyer Resolution, your request for clearance has been granted. Vectors are being sent. Please direct your way to Zarra Senate. A pad awaits your arrival. Orbital Command, out. ::

*As soon as the return message was received, Master Nemo turned and walked off the bridge without a word spoken. Captain Lightyear knew what this meant and put in the return call, something he would've done if two things hadn't have happened. The first was that he remembered the orbital control had ended their message with the word "out", signalling and end to the conversation. The other was the voice of one of the Sensor Officers.*










*As this was going on, Master Nemo was walking across the hanger towards the Naughty Lass. The freighter had been used as a sort of shuttle since acquiring the resolution, the Jedi master had a soft spot for the old girl. She had trouble with the landing gear still but she was reliable in most other ways. He got aboard and shortly after BA piloted them out of the hanger and towards the co-ordinates indicated on the planet.*

*A Silver Tyderium enters high orbit, Black imperial isnigna on the dorsal fin clear as day. The shuttle veers quickly and begins an approach not towards the capital as most, but toward the Nothern part of the planet. Admiral Harbid smiles seeing his homeworld for the first time in years. he looks down, almost blindly punches in the final landing co-dinates and leans back into his chair as the shuttle makes it's way toward Kadaara.*

:: Harbid to Miroslav, can you read me... *pause* ::

[NPC]:: This is Commander Miroslav... Admiral, the flagship has suffered... err had a small problem. We need to re-rout for repairs before we can meet you at Cato... ::[/NPC]

*Harbid grits his teeth hard and seethes.*
:: I said rendezvous in 12 hours, not 12 days Commander... No excuses, you have 72 hours... *channel closes abruptly on the Admiral's end* ::

Son of A...! deep sigh I swaer I don't know why I keep that dumb Swede some times...

*With that Harbid continues his approach notcing two large contacts on his screen. Adjusting his course to keep safe distance he sends out a general broadcast just to be safe.*

:: This is Grand Admiral Harbid on approach to Cato. I'm headed in to Kadaara to spend some time on the beach. Whatever you ships are doing in my airspace, don't rock the boat, keep any qualms in high orbit and let me through. Admiral out.. ::

*Not being bothered by the larger craft in orbit he vectors around them and lands his shuttle at the port in the centre of Kadaara city. Steeping off the ship he breaths his first breath of not just home air, bur fresh planet air. Not recycled stale air from broken environmental system for the first time in 2 years.*

Oh it's nice to be home...

*The Admiral smiles as he walks toward the beach from city centre hearing the waves from the northern ocean long before he can see them.*

:: Harbid to Miroslav... no rush. No aparent threat, continue with repairs, I'm taking 24 hours shore leave. *he chucles* enjoy managing the crew and repairs while I get a nice tan. ::