Outland Mining - Flight 1018 - Blue Star Pirates

[Master Buggie]

Last month's shipment had been a disaster.

The twin Action V heavy freighters of Outland Transport had inadvertently departed the spaceport with cargo doors wide open. Due to the loader droids on each transport strapping down all of the cargo, the items in each of the transports' holds had remained secure until the jump to lightspeed. The sheer force of acceleration had torn every cargo container from the holds and left Buggie and his co-pilot empty handed upon reversion to realspace.

The result was that Outland had their contract suspended for such large and important hauls of goods and equipment. This month, their loadout could only fill one of the Action V transports, Outland 02. Buggie and Storm would take what they could get, though, and build their reputation back up with small jobs until they could manage to earn another big contract.

As Outland 02 lifted away from the Outer Rim world where they had picked up a haul of scanners, Storm triple-checked the status of the cargo doors. The shipboard computer reported that all was well, so once the coordinates had been locked into the navicomputer, the ship made the jump to lightspeed.

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Transport Vessels:
Action V Outland 02 - 320 RU

Escort Vessels:
TBD

Pilots:
Action V Outland 02 - x4 RX-24 Pilot Droids; Master Buggie

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus had been spending a lot of time in the simulator, running different scenarios such as high speed maneuvering, dogfights, anything he could do to improve his skills as a pilot If he could be a ace pilot then augmenting the force to those set of reflexes would make him a pilot of legend. His new command ship that he had christened the Magnetar had a personal simulator for him , the crews had taken all his sim files from Sojourn and copied them to upload to the sim on the ship. He had just finished another run. One of the junior officers approached him, he could feel the anxiety through the Force, it was thick on him like a wet heavy blanket. Warvanus did not speak but looked at the jr. officer in anticipation. He took a moment before he spoke

“My Lord, we received this communiqué , the source is unknown” he handed Warvanus the disk.

He took the disk “what do you mean unknown?”

“the sender” he began “covered their tracks, our teams were able to decrypt it with no inicident my lord”

Warvanus seemed to be satisfied with that answer. He took the disk and inserted it into his data pad. It had just a set of co-ordinates, Warvanus peered into the Force, it showed him no images but he had gotten the sense that he should proceed to these co-ordinates.
Maybe it was their Imperial allies who sent it, they had worked well together so far. This would also give him the opportunity to try out his new ship, not the Magnetar but the YT1300 that was berthed within. The ship he had yet to christen but simply gave the temporary name Black Widow. He looked at the jr. officer

“Prepare my ship” the officer snapped a salute and took his leave.

It was not long before Warvanus along with one of his piloting droids ascended the ramp of the Corellian Freighter and made their way to the cockpit, he sat in the pilots chair, the piloting droid in the co-pilot’s chair. Normally he would bring his droid KL-PK1 with him, but he was back on Karza , Sojourn’s primary along with his new apprentice Kinta Vetasa. After a few minutes the freighter was airborne and departing the shuttlebay of the Magnetar , he punched the co-ordinates in and soon the Widow was in hyperspace, he had brought the ship out to make a 2nd jump, which happened without incident as the 2nd jump would be a short one. Maybe just maybe they would luck out again. Last time they had no fight which was a disappointment to the Sith Lord but they had scored some free cargo with no real effort. As the ship arrived at their co-ordinates Warvanus drew his true nature deeper into himself, to shrink his presence in the Force (Force Mask).

They maintained a cruising course as they now waited.

OOC: Raid
Equipment:
Ship: Corellian YT-1300
Co-Pilot: Piloting Droid
Weapon: Lightsaber
Equipment: Flight Simulator

[Professor Mors]

Doren was unsure as to whether the Sith would understand who had sent such a hasty correspondence. Strike Unit Forn had been preoccupied with terminating lesser rabble up by Gravlex Med when Intelligence received a ping from one of its countless border probes. In the hurried aftermath of the flight group's assault, Vassyl had only moments to alert their Sith allies before pin-balling his attaché from one end of the Outer Rim to the other. Even now, as the Imperials flashed by the Gordian Reach, the Captain wondered if his guests would arrive in time to get the jump on another set of dissidents, or if he was leading them on a wild nuna chase. Certainly, his contact in the Sith would not be overly incensed, but it made for an easier conversation if the Imperials delivered on their agreement consistently.

Dropping into realspace over Phindar, Vassyl keyed the Proudclad's internal comm, [All units fall in: assume patrol pattern victor]. A myriad of TIE's and other support craft spun about to accommodate their leader, whilst Doren himself extended his scanner range out in front of the missile boat. Once more, the crew of the Reverent had their work cut out for them. Keeping their eyes, both mechanical and otherwise, hunting across the boundless horizon of the cosmos, it was anyone's guess as to where the alleged dissidents would appear. The Captain merely hoped that if they did make an entrance, their Sith counterparts would not be far behind. Indeed, an ambush would not be misplaced in this instance: when it came to dealing pirates, a little surprise went a long way.

OOC:

Raiding:
XM-1 Missile Boat Proudclad - Doren Vassyl
TIE Avenger - RX-24 Pilot Droid x2
Flight Simulator in use

[Rhoden Carbine]

Rhoden sat in the Firehawk working on a rather intriguing military theory. It had come from an academy cadet, and while it had some issues it did indeed show promise. Rhoden was in the process of forging it into something somewhat more workable, and he'd filed away the young cadet's name for a future position with Inferno if it could be managed. Of course that also depended on his being promoted back to his rightful rank; but that was a task he had well in hand. Hopefully. Most of his plan, though, revolved on finding and neutralizing Markus Bareil.

In the meantime, though, hunting down criminals was as good a pastime as he could hope for, really. His console pinged with the Captain's transmission and he resumed direct control of his ship, "Haly, up here. Jorvan, get back into that turret." Rhoden said, Jorvan grumbled as he stood up from a card game that was--for once--not going in Haly's favor. Haly, smiled and winked as she took her seat, walking away with more still than she had entered with. The fighter flying in a fixed position to starboard clicked its comm once in acknowledgement.

OOC:

Raiding
YT-2000 Firehawk
XG-1 Starwing Assault Gunboat
Flight Simulator

[Alexander Varellion]

Alexander stepped out of the flight simulator in his yet to be named R-41 Starchaser. He was toaid Lord Warvanus in a mission to attack a possible supply convoy ((sorry for the very short post but I do not have much time

OOC:
Raiding

Ship: R-41 starchaser
Equipment: flight-simulator
Co--Pilot: RX-24 pilot droid
Weapon: Stouker concussion rifle

[Master Buggie]

((OOC: Per the announcements post here:

Note to Shippers/Spacelanes participants: just a quick reminder, only escorts or shipping vessels with defensive capabilities may participate in generation. This goes for pilots as well, namely the Action V and Bulk Freighter. If you're flying these vessels you will not be able to contribute to the space raid generation.

Clarification:
Shippers is utilizing one Action V and one Bulk Freighter - cannot participate in generation whatsoever.

Jay did the roll this morning and the interception was successful. Since no one joined me as an escort, I automatically lose, since I cannot participate in any generation related to this shipment.))

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus had kept a standard patrol at the co-ordinates , he had a strong suspicion that the Imperials sent the message. He keyed an encrypted message to the Imperial Commander , the same one he had worked with only recently.

“Black Widow is in position” was all he said

he had a new ship since the last time they were gonna raid. He had also informed Alexander to take his new Starchaser and to meet him at the co-ordinates he would be the Sith Lord’s wingman. He had gifted the Captain his own personal craft, he would need it, and now that Warvanus had the freighter and command of the Magnetar his Naga-class heavy dreadnaught he had no need of it any longer. It had served him well, and it would serve Foxtrot well too.

Now he continued to play the waiting game

[Professor Mors]

[Acknowledged Black Widow, thank you for joining us on such sho-], Doren began his introduction, only to be cut short by an incoming transmission. It was priority, and had been automatically relayed by one of the Empire's countless deep-space probe satellites. One more useful unit had just gotten a bite, and now it was time to reel. [You're timing is rather fortuitous], Vassyl continued, wasting no time after the brief interruption, [Draw up with our strike team: we'll be away shortly]. Never had Doren ever considered the arrival of a Sith to be good omen in any sense of the word. Nonetheless, the added muscle and the exotic abilities their warriors commanded was not to be taken lightly. Doren could never forgive the atrocities of the former Dark Lord, but these individuals were not him.

They were different, at least in temperament. At least in their willingness to break bread and avoid mutual destruction. With every outing the Imperials made with their unlikely neighbors, Vassyl was continually surprised with their conduct, and the unsuspected shifts in his own private feelings. The Galaxy was in no short supply of surprises, and promised further revelations with each drifting star. Doren had to labor to withdraw himself from his ruminations, before refocusing on working out the navigational coordinates that would deliver the strike team nearest to their target. Whoever was moving through that sector was in for a rude awakening. [All wings, maintain formation], Doren commanded, [Prepare to make the jump to lightspeed].

[Master Buggie]

The stars streamed from elongated beams of light to pinpricks set against the dark backdrop of deep space. Outland 02 had reverted to realspace after reaching the first waypoint of the journey.

Storm busied himself checking the shipboard computer once more to make sure the cargo doors had been sealed. The computer reported that all was well, but in fact, the issue lay somewhere deeper in the ship's systems. The cargo doors were not, in fact, sealed, despite what the ship's systems were reporting. Last month it was deemed that the loader droids had made an error; but the truth was to be soon revealed. The ship was registering the cargo doors as sealing, but they were remaining wide open.

What this meant but Buggie and Storm was another empty-handed journey, and in the future, extensive and expensive repairs. The straps and webbing that would normally tie down all cargo containers within the hold had been torn free once more, and the cargo itself floated in the space just outside their departure point's orbit, ready for the taking, as Buggie and his companion were now lightyears away.

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus brought the YT-1300 along side the strike team, he recognized the voice of the Imperial Commander, though
Had never met face to face that he recalled but this alliance was proving to be very fruitful for both factions.

He looked at his piloting droid sitting in the co-pilots seat. He wondered about Alexander he had left word for him
To meet him at these co-ordinates. He chimed the comm

“Ready and standing by” he said into the comm.

Black Widow pulled along with the strike team, waiting to make the jump when the co-ordinates of their destination
Was known.