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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 14, 2006 21:57:36 GMT -5
The Wild Fire's landing gear extended slowly on an island on the planet of Bestine. It was a fairly large island, featuring mountains and rocky promontories to complement the thick brush. Thick forests covered the mountains on the island, but there was fortunately a small beach where the Left Hand Shipping Co. could land. About 10 YT-1200 Freighters accompanied the Wild Fire on its expedition to Bestine. As Dace walked off the ramp of his flagship, the other freighters were already unpacking their mountains of supplies. This entire operation would be funded solely by the Left Hand Shipping Co. It was a project Dace had been saving up for. Several speeders bearing supplies passed Dace on his right as they exited the Wild Fire. The first order of business was to clear away a section of beach and the forest near the beach to create a hangar bay, and Dace's men set about doing that. Several machines began to cut away at the forests with their chainsaw-like apparatuses. It was important that they did not cut away too much, as Dace was interested in preserving most of the natural habitat here.
After several quick hours of cutting away at the trees, the workers began to lay the groundwork for the hangar. The foundation would be concrete. The structure itself would be made of steel. The entire hangar could accomodate no more than 30 Freighters and 3 Corvettes at a time.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 15, 2006 13:39:16 GMT -5
After several days of work, the headquarter's infrastructure was set up, the steel girders forming the backbone of the building. It would be built into the south side of one of the lesser mountains. The demolition work had been done quickly the day before. Dace overlooked the operation for several hours then retired to his office. Once there, an aide came in with a large stack of blueprints and a form. Dace looked over the blueprints and smiled. These were the plans to build an underground headquarters for the Left Hand's illegal aspect. It included a second warehouse, a warehouse separate from the Shipping Company's headquarters, where they could store spices, weapons and any other illegal substances they might have. Surveillance instruments were to be place all around the island, as security would be extremely tight. Dace signed the form, authorizing its creation, and went back outside.
After several more days, the main headquarters was almost finished. It only needed to be furnished. A Left Hand freighter landed bearing the furnishings necessary to complete the main headquarters. Various communications devices were installed in the offices as well as couches, chairs, and other such furniture. The system would be controlled by a large server located underground. Dace brought in expert slicers from his organization to encrypt the server with high-level encryptions to prevent access. It was only accessible to Dace, who held all the datacards necessary to decrypt it.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 17, 2006 14:00:45 GMT -5
After another week, the main headquarters were completely done, and the underground headquarters including a second set of offices, storage, and a personal suite for Dace and his guests. Dace was reviewing the recent shipments in his office when he came across the cortosis ore currently being stored in one of the high security underground vaults. Dace keyed in a private comm frequency and flipped the switch. The likeness of Hin Scrotan appeared.
[glow=red,2,300]Hin, have you found anyone yet for our new job?[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Yes sir, i'm speaking to him now. I'll keep you informed sir.[/glow]
Dace nodded and turned off the com switch. He didn't want cortosis sitting here for extended periods of time. Half of this base was supposed to be legit, after all. Dace's office commlink beeped. He flipped a switch and one of his aides hiolographic image appeared.
[glow=red,2,300]Sir, we're tracking an Imperial shuttle heading towards our base. Shall I begin the cover procedures?[/glow]
Dace shook his head.
[glow=red,2,300]No no. Allow him to land and see what he wants.[/glow]
Dace had a feeling he knew who it was, but just to be sure he told his agents to be prepared.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 19, 2006 4:14:15 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Captain Surrell, how wonderful to see you again.[/glow]
The Regency official looked at Dace coldly.
[glow=red,2,300]Please note, Dace Fyr, that I am not here on official Regency business, and I hope that another time I may put you in jail for threatening the order of this Regency.[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Yeah, whatever. Lets get down to business. I've got a lot of cortosis here, and your superiors have already shown an interest. How much would you be willing to pay, and where would you like it delivered.[/glow]
The captain thought for a moment.
[glow=red,2,300]The Regency will pay 500,000 credits for the first shipment, and we'll discuss later shipments, well, later. Have it delivered to the Regency Base on Jabiim, I have underground stores there.[/glow]
Dace smiled.
[glow=red,2,300]Very well. I'll accept the deal. Also, are my smugglers exempt from the law?[/glow]
The captains eyes shifted about.
[glow=red,2,300]If they are caught by another Regency vessel, then no, I cannot guarantee their exemption. They're smugglers, aren't they? Let them do what they do best, evade the law.[/glow]
Dace nodded. The Captain, eager to leave this place, stood up and left briskly, back to his Regency shuttle.
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Post by Latus Itani on Aug 19, 2006 9:59:32 GMT -5
The Broadsword was indeed a fine ship, he doubted his craftsmanship would ever supersede her. Latus couldn't help but marvel at the briefness of his hyperspace travel to Bestine. He supposed such speed would help him on this run... Regency scanning ships were getting more sophisticated, even with the jamming signal and cloak device from the Blade he had installed the chances to be caught were spiking higher and higher.
Latus slowly engaged the engines and brought the Broadsword to a bearing that would deliver him to the small planet that filled his view port. Opening up a basic com channel he hailed any available control tower.
Itani of the Broadsword contacting Bestine planetary control, anyone out there?
He leaned back, as far as he knew, these were the proper entrance coordinates and it would not do to have made a mistake. Leaning foreward again he activated his system scanners to take a closer view of the planet. Below him on the planet's surface he saw damn near a fleet of transport ships, several of them YT series as well as a Corellian "Courier" Corvette all resting around a small compound.
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Post by The Conman on Aug 19, 2006 23:09:54 GMT -5
Arnuns cloakshape popped out of hyperspace about 30 minutes after the YT-2000 ahead of her. The first thing she did was turn the countermeasures to maximum and the sensors to maxiumum passive. She didn't want to be jumped on by any regency patrols in the area. She looked at the scope, a couple of freighters appeared, but nothing regency looking. She tried to scan the planet, but she was to far out. She ignited the engine and pushed the throttle up.
A few minutes later she was in range and did a high-resolution passive scan. Allmost every YT had representation, and there were a number of CR90's on the surface. The Left Hand obviously liked correllian ships. She put her headset on and popped the radio to life.
"Bestine Control, CSHP-N17463 with you, at 8-4 thousand Km, requesting Landing vectors for Left Hand Inc."
"CHSP, Maintain possition until IDC can be verified" they responded.
after about 2 minutes the responded.
"CHSP, your cleared to land, Vector 000 by 350, Resume own nav"
"Confirmed , CHJSP" she said.
She re entered without incidednt and landed her ship at the Left Hand Shipping compound.
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Post by Latus Itani on Aug 20, 2006 0:38:12 GMT -5
The control tower was slow to respond, he wasn't sure if it was his own fault because of the wiring or something to do with the transponder but he got his clearance.
"Bestine Control, to Corellian Freighter 'Broadsword,' your clearance codes check out, continue along your current vector and land at point 23, 04."
Copy Ground Command, proceding to point 23, 04; Broadsword out.
In a flurry of motion from its pilot the freighter was ready for atmospheric entry, laser cannons retracted and ports closed with heat absorbtion panels. Latus simply hung on as the descent began. From one of the small ports in the panels he saw an anchient cloakshape fighter also start its descent... aparently heading towards the same spaceport. He could tell from the pilots expectations that she was after the same job. Grinning, Latus sat back into his chair as the Broadsword plunged farther and farther into the atmosphere.
The landing was smooth albiet his failure to test landing struts and repulsor system properly beforehand.
Another happy landing.
Extending the boarding ramp he pulled on his overcoat and pistols, making his way down to the planet's surface.
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Post by The Conman on Aug 21, 2006 0:29:51 GMT -5
Arnun got out of her ship and looked up to see a YT of somekind landing, and continued to the storage facility. She pulled out her datacard, and swiped it, unlocking the gate to the bottom area. She looked around and found a repulsor forklift, and moved it over to one of the shelves with the Cortosis on it. She loaded 100 Kg onto it and pulled it to her ship, nodding to the other smuggler she recognized from the bar back on Nar Shadda.
She got to her ship and loaded the 10 Kg bars into the hold, then into the pods on the hardpoints under the wings. (40 in the hold, 30 in each pod). She was sacrificing a huge ammount of fire power to get the shipment done, 2 Concussion missiles to be exact. She hoped she didn't run into any Regency patrols, or things would get really interesting.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 25, 2006 13:59:07 GMT -5
Dace looked over his notes and scrolled through the data on his office computer terminal at his desk. Just then, his comlink beeped.
[glow=red,2,300]Sir, several of our new employees engaged by Hin Scrotan have begun their shipment.[/glow]
Dace nodded and turned off the comlink. Everything was going fine up to this point. He brought up the inventory database and decrypted the code, accessing the inventory of his shipment. 100 Kg had been removed. Dace smiled and continued working.
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Post by Cyberguy on Aug 25, 2006 17:03:32 GMT -5
A message appears on Dace's terminal screen. It is brief and cryptic.
I have a proposition for you. Should you be interested, say yes.
The message only appeared on-screen for long enough to read it, before being sucked away, without a trace.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 25, 2006 21:58:13 GMT -5
Dace stared dumbfounded at the screen for a moment. No one, no one could hack into these servers in less than 3 weeks. Dace continued to sit there. Immediately he flipped his comm switch and contacted IT. He had them check all computer records until the beginning of this base to see if anyone had hacked into his servers. They said they would have a report for him in a day. Dace then stared at the screen. Anyone smart enough to hack into his servers was worth giving a look at.
[glow=red,2,300]Yes?[/glow]
Dace asked this questioningly. The message said to only say "Yes".
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Post by Latus Itani on Aug 25, 2006 23:07:55 GMT -5
The port was hastily thrown together, a few months old at the most... the hangar and loading bays were all out of the box in feel. Latus' ship had been modified to hold a gracious amount of cargo without sacrificing speed or mobility, roughly half a metric ton of it (500g). However he would be forced to remain completely incognito or have to consider jettisoning some of the overflow from the smuggling compartments that had to be put in his normal bay, seeing as the compartments stacked to capacity could hold a third of a metric ton. The loading droids did the work fast enough and soon he was ready to take off again. The Cloakshape fighter that landed before him was off the ground before he could start loading... even though it was not considered a race, he wanted to try out the engine capabilities.
Soon he was in the air, punching in codes for the Jabiim system... he had been warned of a heavy regency presence in the area. This is where some aggresive negotiation would come in handy...
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Post by Cyberguy on Aug 26, 2006 14:18:18 GMT -5
A second message appears on-screen, again only lasting long enough to be read.
We share a mutual lack of the resources required to achieve our ultimate goals. I require frieghters. You require a greater range in which to operate your organization. Both needs can be met and will be mutually beneficial. Should you agree, send three frieghters, empty, to orbit above Nar Shaddaa. If this task is completed, you will be compensated handsomely. Should any problem arise or should you have questions, feel free to ask. I am listening.
And with that, the message dissappeared off of the screen.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 26, 2006 16:51:57 GMT -5
Dace was usually not prone to such random requests, but this one caught his curiosity. Whoever this person was was able to pinpoint what the Left Hand needed to advance. Dace wanted his organization to span throughout the whole galaxy. He decided to follow through on this one, and put in the order right away. He walked to the transparisteel window of his office overlooking the beach and saw three freighters soar into the air and quickly clear the atmosphere.
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Post by Cyberguy on Aug 26, 2006 18:39:48 GMT -5
Within seconds of the three empty frieghters reaching orbit around Nar Shaddaa, contact was lost. any sort of tracking device ceased functionality. It was as if the ships had dissappeared. Another message appeared on Dace's screen.
Very good. If you would ike to check your finances, you will find that you have been more than compensated for both the frieghters and the service. Should you wish to continue furthering your organization, then I would suggest we discuss a certain arrangement. You may speak freely, as I am still listening.
Again, the message dissappeared after Dace finished reading it.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 26, 2006 21:07:12 GMT -5
Dace was growing more and more apprehensive with each message. He quickly brought up the finances screen and saw that a good deal of credits had been transferred to the Left Hand's bank account on Coruscant. Whats more, it appeared to be done completely legally. Dace sat, arms folded at his terminal for a long time before speaking again.
[glow=red,2,300]What do you want, exactly?[/glow]
Dace sat, waiting for a reply to appear on his terminal.
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Post by Cyberguy on Aug 26, 2006 21:16:38 GMT -5
Yet another message manifested on-screen.
I have big plans for the galaxy and need a fleet, along with somebody to control it. My offer is simple. You supply me with a fleet, and I will supply you with everything you need to become one of the most powerful men in the galaxy
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 27, 2006 8:46:57 GMT -5
Dace had a lot of men, and a lot of ships. If this deal went sour, someone would have to be killed, and Dace needed to make sure he maintained enough power to do that.
[glow=red,2,300]I'm listening. How can we make this happen? But first, how can I trust you?[/glow]
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Post by Cyberguy on Aug 27, 2006 9:02:38 GMT -5
Another message.
If I was one who was not to be trusted, then I would never have asked. I would have simply taken the frieghters and left you and your men in a heap on the floor. But yet, you live. And that is reason enough for you to understand that my plans require more than a single leader.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 27, 2006 10:17:53 GMT -5
Dace sat silently. This...thing...was right. He'd already proven his trustworthiness, and it was time for Dace to prove his.
[glow=red,2,300]Okay, lets do this.[/glow]
Dace activated a privacy field around his office, something he should have done a while ago, and waited for another message.
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