Shipment 0319 - Sith

[Jacobi Wylcott]

---GORDIAN REACH
---YAVIN PRIME

Shipping within the Gordian Reach as of late had been quiet and fairly concluded without much fuss. Though the shipments in question had been pithy and as the demands of the Sith war machine demanded more and more fuel to cast upon the fires of war, so too did it demand that the convoys fulfill that need. Sitting within the bridge of the first of two Action V Freighters, a cloaked figure was half paying attention and half wishing greatly he had something to smite. Though he was here and he was affording his attention to the task at hand as the station crews of the mining facility were just now concluding their tasks of filling up the volatile tibanna gas tanks and transferring their contents into the pair of Action Vs that sat just outside the outer atmosphere of Yavin Prime, the great bright orange gemstone that dominated the outer Gordian Reach.

The pair of Action V’s sat parallel to one another though they both had a series of smaller inter-orbital skimmers attached to their bellies that were loaded with the precious fuel. Once the load of liquid gold was transferred in full, the pair of Action Vs would make from Yavin Prime and make best speed deeper into the interior of the Gordian Reach.

As far as dangers went, unless it was raiders they had nothing to fear within their own borders. Though is the pilot of the first freighter was honest he was looking forward to carving his name into some pirates.

OOC:

Action V Freighter ’Cloak’ - 320 RU
Tormentous & 3 RX-24 Pilot Droids

Action V Freighter ’Dagger’ - 320 RU
3 RX-24 Pilot Droids.

[Dastan Imatari]

Having several higher ranking members of the Sith Order moving and working together was a rarity. Also being the case, it painted a little target on the operation, as well- in case all things went well for their enemies- they could swat several influential members at once.

This was a threat that seemed welcomed, however. Try their luck, test the might of the Order of the Sith.

A flat YT model freighter swooped in nearby, flanking the caravan. The craft was piloted by a capable and experienced droid, alongside Dastan's own apprentice sitting in the navigational seat. Behind, and above the YT was a sleek, angular fighter, armed to the teeth. A dark gray plated affair with near-black maroon accents.

Dastan himself piloted the fighter, keeping a higher watch on things. The light of the console's instruments gently reflected off his black helmet. The helmet had a direct interface with the fighter's systems, providing him with a heads-up display of the basics. A quick blink, and the Action V's, and the the YT2000 were gently outlined in a fuzzy blue razor-thin line to tag and indicate as friendly craft... A good cosmetic to have in the blackness of space.

"Let's see what The Reach has in store for us today..." he said casually over Sith Communications. He assumed he'd be bored. But boring meant less credits spent on repairs and replacements....

YT-2000 *The Merciless*
-RX-24 Pilot Droid

Razor fighter *Dark Sentinel*
-Dastan Imatari

[Slade Xandir]

There was enough work as it was. But his current task was to remain focused on the objective: adding to the reap of what they harvested in a daily. Supplies were steady and useful, but it was a stagnant limit. And Blood was not fond of limits.
So with a peeled eye across the plexishield front dash of the Blastboat, he kept his senses about him. Focused moreso on what was going on around him, rather than the company who had devoted themselves to this affair. What mattered was them being on the Sith’s side, rather than against him. The Void only knew how many traitors he had to put down or turn.

In his Infiltrator, already hidden and silently keeping up, Valkyr kept her own sensors aware of anything that might alert their little posse of danger. She piloted with the Rx they brought aboard, and it was nothing more than a cat and mouse game. The Cathar warborg was actively seeking the nice as she and the droid piloted, whereas Blood was patiently wanting there to be none.

But who was to say?

Mercy, on the other hand, was sitting comfortably in that YT she selfishly loved and hated so much. Playing Polaris Pong on the tablet she kept notched alongside the controls, she spooked at Dastan’s voice in her ear. Gritting her teeth against his seeming uncanny ability to know when she wasn’t paying attention, she tried to not alert him to it in case he hadn’t. “Hopefully some ass to kick,” she growled moreso at his intuition than her genuine boredom. Tucking the pad away, she crossed her arms, glaring at the front view into nothingness but the ships that accompanied them.


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1 Skipray Blastboat
Blood

1 Sith Infiltrator
1RX pilot Droid
1 Valkyr lol

[Kell Sangros]

=Gordian Reach=
=Yavin Prime=

The YT1300 Freighter which had been dubbed “War’s Fury” had several fake names but this time it was not broadcasting a fake ID, the cargo had been checked , double checked and triple checked. It was a small cargo but it needed to be done. A piloting droid had been given the honor of flying the War-Bringer’s personal freighter. If the droid had emotions it would have felt fear and or honor. The Flight plan had been uploaded and the Freighter was ready to disembark, it took to the skies with no incident and shortly thereafter it was following the same path that the Action V transports had taken.

Shortly after, a R-41 Starchaser fighter took off. The War-Bringer himself was in the pilots chair and like his freighter and the other transports, had headed for the same direction as the rest of the convoy. Warvanus would not mask his presence in the Force “Let them come” he thought to himself. He had been itching for a fight, it burned in his very soul if indeed the War-Bringer had a soul. He had transmitted his ID to the other ships who were escorting the cargo. It felt weird for Warvanus he was normally the raider in these types of activities. Times he reflected were strange indeed.

He punched the engines a bit harder to increase speed as he headed deeper into the Gordian Reach as he followed the convoy his comm came to life “Lets see what the Gordian Reach has for us today” He recognized that voice. It had been a long time since the War-Bringer had seen or spoken to the Sith simply known as “The Agent” A small devious smile formed on Warvanus’ lips

“May we dine tonight on the blood of our enemies” he said into the comm. He felt as he always did before an incursion, excitement, anticipation of a fight, This was when the War-Bringer felt most alive.

OOC:

YT1300 Freighter “War’s Fury” - 40RU
Pilot: RX24 Pilot Droid

R-41 Starchaser “Blackstar”
Role: Escort
Pilot: Warvanus

[Jacobi Wylcott]

The gathering of additional escort vessels was not of his concern, what was of his concern though was the rate at which these blasted technicians were transferring the fuel stores of the tibanna gas from their tug bound canisters into the giant reservoirs of the twin Action V Freighters that were still locked within the grip of Yavin Prime’s outer orbit. Reports were steadily coming in concerning progress updates but the crux of it was that the loads were slow in their transmission due to the volatility of the gases. Details as far as he was concerned, he just wanted these loads gathered and their contents to be delivered for the Sith Armada awaited no late shipment and whilst this was but a small cog in the grand scheme, if this shipment of fuel didn’t arrive then that was just that much more resource that the Armada couldn’t draw from.

Looking over the charts once again his head began to throb, checking these scripts to ensure that the payloads were accurately reported was tedious and he spurned the duty he’d taken on. This was the toil of a menial. But someone had to do it and be it he that must haul the weight of import then alas - as he was proving today - he was willing to do what must be done for the greater good of the Sith Empire.

“Droid!” He shouted and at once a small utility droid came to him, “Fetch me some food, now. And some drink as well. If I must suffer this tedium then at least I’ll do so on a full stomach.” He turned in his chair, “Don’t you dare bring the meat cold. Either piping hot or not at all!”

[Ashara Evanaris]

Ashara was looking forward to this,her first chance to prove herself among the other Sith. Ashara anticipating, as though she had the snakey suspicion that things may take the wayward path, and she welcomed it.


Thus far her ship was stationed near her Masters ship, which pailed  in comparison. Her RX-24 droud piloted her YT-200, with her the course. She left her droid in charge of the ship while prepared herself. Taking one of her Vibroshiv, strapping it to the outside of her thigh, next she clipped her vibro sword to her hip. The Alcolyte could only incision herself causing pain and suffering to any of those in the waiting.


She then presided to her ships quarters,her fingers danced around the console sending her mater a transmission.


“Master I am in Position, what is your bidding.”

Cliche as it sounded,She was loyal, and he sensed great things from her. Perhaps she was loyal merely because she had something she hungered for….Power. Perhaps after she proves herself her Dart name will show it to her.


OOC
Droids

RX-24 Pilot Droid

Star Ships

YT-2000

[Dastan Imatari]

Hmf

**"Is that new blood, Lord Warvanus?" Dastan's voice crackled over the radio channel. A proud moment, their ranks strengthening by another. It wasn't every day a worthy number stood from the crowd to be in service to The Order in a capacity such as this. Sure, the Sith had plenty of servants, slaves, adherents, soldiers, and crew. But - to be a hopeful to become an acolyte was indeed special.

Though in his mind, none would surpass the tenacity, drive, and killer instinct of his own apprentice. At least certainly not yet. Mercy was like he was as a newer acolyte. Full of wrath, and natural ability to deal out said wrath- but as the Force is concerned- was only seen as a tool to skyrocket their own position, power, and status. He was proud of Mercy, and his relationship as her Sith Master was a rocky roller-coaster at best. Though most could say that was a good thing, as far as Sith relationships are concerned.

Dastan's ship stayed in position, hovering near silently. He flipped his headset to a closed channel specifically to The Merciless
*"If this goes quietly, I may ask you to tear my eyes from my skull." He paused for a moment, *"I hate to say it, but you may have been right. This probably won't be worth our time." He could imagine Mercy's face, and how hard she would roll her eyes at him.

Though he couldn't help assure himself small, quiet victories for the Sith were profitable. Without profit, they wouldn't gain power. But Dastan, and most of his ilk, were purebred warriors. The quiet hums of starcraft, clear lanes, and silent space made them uneasy.

[Kell Sangros]

He kept course , the comm. System cracking to life again this time it was his apprentice. The woman formerly known as Ashara He flicked a switch directly to her.

“Follow my lead but be ready for anything” was the best instructions he could give her. He studied the instruments and everything was proceeding smoothly. Too smoothly for his liking in fact.

The Comm crackled to life again, this time it was Lord Dastan’s voice he flipped the switch again “Yes, the Dark Side has shown favor to add to our numbers” he would not discuss his new apprentice over the comm. Waves last thing they needed was their banter to be intercepted.

The instruments and sublight engines hummed in unison, a well oiled machine.

Now as they continued course they would play the waiting game

[Rane DeCola]

In support of the efforts that they had taken to ensure their mission to Roche had any chance of success, the Blue Star Pirates had gone to great lengths to attempt to keep tabs and gather information on the Sith. While most of their efforts didn’t yield high value or actionable intelligence, sometimes even small bits of information trickling in provided the needed piece or clue to the whereabouts of the often illusive Dark Force users.

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**Inner Rim Territories**
**Reecee System, J-8**

“Well, Captain the deal with the Snivvians is arranged. You’ll be keeping their cargo on board and apparently continuing your trip at a hefty profit to Outback Trading.”

“I appreciate you making the arrangements Mr. DeCola.”

“No problem Captain. The Snivvians will also handle your escort. I’m sure we’ll meet up again soon.”

“Yes, not soon enough my friend.”

“Yeah, I just have to see about getting myself back to the other side of the Core now.”

“Sorry I can’t help you out. “

“Not to worry Captain, I’ve managed to work out the details on my own. It wasn’t by chance that we ended up on Reecee.”

“Just full of surprises aren’t you Mr. DeCola.”

“Got to keep things interesting ya know.”

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***The Colonies***
***Somewhere along the Shwuy Exchange, Heading toward the Hydian Way***

Rane’s newly purchased Firespray sped quickly along through hyperspace as he headed the craft off to meet up with another contingent of Blue Star Pirates at an undisclosed location along the Hydian Way not far from Sith space. He was pleased with the side deal that he had been able to make to purchase the vessel, and the timing couldn’t have been better, as he had been contacted by Management while on Reecee and was instructed to make his way to the pre-appointed meeting point. The Steel Rain, as Rane had named his ship, suited him well he thought, while not the fastest or most powerful ship on the market, the ship had good balance which Rane felt suited him well.

As he approached Uviuy Exen, Rane disengaged the ship’s hyperspace drive, causing the ship to re-emerge back into real space. As he waited patiently on the outskirts of the system, a StarViper fighter, with the transponder code Outback 02 also blinked into real space off Rane’s starboard. Rane smiled slyly, as the slave circuitry he had installed in the StarViper had appeared to work flawlessly, and without waiting any longer, Rane selected his next preprogrammed course on the navcomp, which would take him north along the Hydian Way and engaged the hyperdrive, once again watching the star field stretch out before him through the Steel Rain’s forward viewscreen.

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OOC:

Raiding Vessels:
Firespray Patrol Craft Steel Rain
StarViper Fighter Outback 02

Pilots:
Firespray Patrol Craft Steel Rain - (1) RX-24 Pilot Droid; Rane DeCola
StarViper Fighter Outback 02 - (1) RX-24 Pilot Droid

[Derric Starr]

Lights... always with the flashing lights when things go wrong. The captain of these sad excuses for twin freighters was busy muttering to himself with a half empty bottle of a poor imitation of good Corellian Whiskey in hand. Laying down, half standing, mostly dizzy, he wasn't sure which it was that was giving him the bigger headache. Was it the cheap local alcohol or the noise ringing in his head over and over again telling him that his ships had dropped out of hyperspace far from when they should have.

Useless... droids, was that what was flying the ships at the moment? Everything was hazy, in fact life was hazy in general since... when?

No matter which way he turned the Captain of the ships was clearly not fit for duty, let alone being in charge. But as his luck would have it, he only had three thoughts in his head. Get the ships back into hyperspace. Make sure they were on course. And most important of all find something that didn't smell and taste like it came back out of the mouth of a Bantha! Yeah that was the most important thing on his to do list to accomplish preferably before passing out drunk and bored.

For now the first question he would contend with was where exactly did his ships drop out of hyperspace.

OOC:
Raiding ships
YT-2000 - Derric Starr/RX-24 pilot droid
YT-2000 - RX-24 Pilot Droid