Open Orbit

The Sergeant has really never had to perform this procedure on such a high ranking dignitary, but he couldn't possibly know that the woman standing before him was in fact the ruler of Thyferra. In such situations where the person refuses, he has been trained to offer them a scan with a weapons scanner first and foremost. He details two of his most seasons Rangers to approach the Noghri carefully and give them a light pat down. Chances are they would miss a few knives anyways, the Noghri being such fanatical commando's and knife experts, but the Admirals own guards would be alert regardless. They also approach and pat down the aide, for warriors come in all shapes and sizes.

"Ma'am I am simply following protocol for meeting with what amounts to the Supreme Commander of the Chandril Ravens, but also the Admiral of our Task Force, a father figure to many. We are authorized to offer you a weapon scanner platform as an alternative, but everyone must be at least scanned or patted down. We would offer the same protocol to to the Head of State where he to visit. The device would take but a moment to wheel over, and less than ten seconds to scan you."

The Sergeant is exaggerating of course: the Head of State's security would brush aside any Chandril Ravens to accomplish their PR move, and to show they had authority, but like it or not, this was the protocol for practically everyone else. Most of the Ravens grew up on Chandrilla, and those that didn't practically worshiped their Admiral. He was a father to many and he would put the lives of his Task Force above all else, and for him they would do the same.

"The Admiral is waiting in the conference room once protocol is observed."

*Shazza understands the need for protocol and agrees to the scan, which comes up negative for any weapons. No weapons are found on the aide or the Nohgri either, though obviously Noghri don't exactly need weapons to be deadly; particularly these two. The necessities all complete, Shazza then beckons for the Sergeant to lead them on towards the conference room where the Admiral was waiting. She speaks now with a diplomatic smile*

"Lead on old boy. I'm sure the Admiral is as busy as I am."

*Shazza, the Zaltin Corp Aide and the Noghri then follow along after the Sergeant leads off*

"Thank you Maa'am." he says as the scan reveals nothing.The honor guard of Rangers fall in behind and in front of the party as the Sergeant leads them from the hangar bay.The party travels into the ship, up a couple of levels via turbolift, before finally reaching the appropriate room. The Sergeant hands over the detail to the guards posted in front of the double doors. They open them up to reveal the Main Conference Room.

The center of the room is dominated by a huge Holo-table/Holo-map generator. Surrounding this is a wooden table made with wood from Chandrilla and inlaid with the New Republic crest at both ends, colored in gold and navy blue. a table with refreshments is on one side of the room, and a large painting is hanging from the other wall. It shows a hand drawn map of Chandrilla in detail. A man sits at one end of the table, flanked by two aides and four guards are posted in the room, two members of Aurek Force, the other two members of the new 6th Commando/Ranger Battalion.

The man appears to be in his late fifties early sixties with gray hair shaved in typical military fashion. He wears the uniform of a Republic Naval Admiral, with the Chandril Raven crest sewn over his breast, with a Medal of Honor and a host of campaign ribbons below it. In front of him is a datapad but his blue eyes are focused on the door and the party walking thru it. He stands up as they enter the room.

"Welcome to the "White Raven" and to Borelias. I am Admiral Micheal Salvatori."

About half of the Chandril Ravens go a bit insane and disappear on their ships with their gear.

*A Galactic Republic military shuttle, the Lambda-class T4a shuttle Tranquility, drops out of hyperspace, and slowly approached Blackmoon, transmitting distress codes as it approaches.*

=Shuttle Pilot=
:: Mayday, Mayday, this is the Tranquility, we've lost almost all drive engine control. Come in Blackmoon, mayday mayday. :: *The agitated voice of the weary, no, exhausted, pilot comes over the com.* :: We got our hyperdrive working, and we have another 6 hours of life support, but that's it. Massive eletrical failure. Mayday, mayday. Please help us. ::

*As if to ilustrate the point, the shuttle shuddered to the side, and began to slow further as it closed with the planet at a sickeningly slow pace. It would take them a lot longer than six hours to actually reach the planet unless someone did something, and soon. But that's why they'd come to friendly space.*

=CEC Borleias Control=
*The Corellian communicatrions expert jumped in surprise as the emergency tones echoed through his headset, then swallowed twice to clear his throat of ryshcate, then replied.* :: Tranquility, this is the CEC Borleias research center. We read you loud and clear. :: *A quick check showed rescue vessels were available.* :: Sit tight, we're coming to get you just as soon as we can. ::

*Moments later, an unarmed IPV-1 System Patrol Craft came into sight from the shadow of Borleias' solitary, mysterious moon, and plotted a direct course for the stricken military shuttle. Rapidly closing the distance, the IPV crossed in front of the Lambda's flight path, then turned its backside to the Tranquility. A small hatch opened at the back, and then a tow cable was fired from the hatchway, impacting and magnetically sealing to the nose of the shuttle.*

=IPV-1 Pilot=
:: Gotcha. :: *Came a gruff Bothan voice over the com.* :: Sit tight, and for a landing when we reach the hangar. We'll cut you loose and let you glide when we get to Blackmoon. :: *As the pilot spoke, the System Patrol Craft made a wide circular turn, and began to tow the crippled shuttle to safety.*

=Shuttle Pilot=
*Aboard the Tranquility, cheers could be heard, and the captain was emotional with relief as he responded.* :: Thank you, thank you. :: *The military shuttle rocked and shuddered unevenly, but gradually the pilot gained control of the drive flaps and was able to smooth his trajectory. That would be important for attempting any landing (short of an out-and-out crash, which he hoped to avoid at all costs).*