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Ailyn Vel
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 Post Posted: Fri, December 22nd 2006 08:53pm    Post subject: Farsight V - Firespray-class Patrol Ship
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Ailyn hung upside down hammering on the Fireprays grav field generators, suspended in mid air by the lack of artificial gravity onboard the deadly ship that had once been called Slave V - it had taken nearly a month of re-wiring to find out about fifty percent of the ships systems, such as the ones that granted her the ability to alter the ships signature, she now bore the coding of a firespray that could have quite easily come straight of one of the new Kuat lines - but some of the ships little suprises she came across were not good ones, like the faulty generator she was working hard on now as the ship travelled towards Denon.

It only took one final good hard wack to bring the generator back online, the grav field stuttering to life and causing Ailyn to curs out loud as she realised her position in relation to the 'floor' of the ship - sending her crashing down hard on her back with a yelp. She lay there for a moment and then chuckled, to think that her father - probably the most feared sentinent next to the Emperor, Darth Vader - encountered situations like her current one, was warming, she shook that thought away, how could she be warming to him - the bastard that had cost her her mother. She stumbled to her feet and wiped a dirty hand on her undersuit before righting her self with a sigh and padding back to the cockpit.

She checked the hyperspace computer, it showed the ship as beeing but a few moments away from the coordinates - it didn't give her much time to strap back into her seat as the ship dropped out - the starlines coalecing into single bodies, she guided the ship on a course towards the docking coordinates of the planet and left the cockpit - it wouldn't be long before the judicial forces started nosing around, she might as well be ready for visitors. She had come to Denon looking for work, rumor had it that the Galactic Alliance needed all the friends it could get - and they still had some wealth.

Ailyn Vel, daughter of Boba Fett, working against his favoured employers? It would make her father very angry to see his good name soiled - that was good - it would bring him out of hiding. She stripped down and padded to her clothes storage locker, sighing she fetched the jumpsuit and slid it up over her body - flexing her hands in the tight suit to adjust the fabric for comfort - she turned and looked at the three suits of armor, her fathers suit, her own red armor and the suit of her father she had altered - she took the red suit, no need for jumpy judicials. She pulled on the chest armor sighing with relief she strapped the comfortable breast plates into place, Ailyn strapped the rest of the plates into place and pulled on the healm. The suit powered up and she felt that all to familiar tingle as its energy field activated, the visor HUD lit up display facts and figures, she pulled it off again and secured it back in its holding place - she needed them to see her face for reassurance.

The Farsight V is now at Denon

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 Post Posted: Sat, December 23rd 2006 04:36pm    Post subject:
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A portion of the defense fleet under the direction of the Security Chief has moved and closed your exit. A Golan III Battle Station targets Ailyn Vel's engines and opens a channel. An information packet is sent to Ailyn Vel's computer and the following message is broadcasted.

"Greetings visitor(s). We apologize for the inconvenience you are experiencing during these heavy regulated travel times and we will do everything in our power to make this a quick and safe arrival. Please identify your vessel as it does not physically match any of our records. The Trade & Travel Bureau will then take a crew manifest of your vessel, log your vessel in our records and run several scans of your vessel. If any portion of this vessel failed to produce safe or accurate results, an inspection crew may be necessary. At your leisure we have an ALL-U-CAN EAT buffet in the mess hall of the Denon Golan III Battle Station directly in front of you. Please match the course and speed to the set guidelines and enjoy your stay here at the capital of the Rebellion!"

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Ailyn Vel
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 Post Posted: Sat, December 23rd 2006 06:20pm    Post subject:
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Ailyn sealed the inside of the ship and turned on the internal masking fields, she wasn't going to let her box of tricks get pulled apart by a pokey inspection team. She flipped on her comms "I read you Golan platform, coming in on approach."

The ship arched down towards the stations hanger and slid in through the deactivated shields before twisting and settling down in her landing configuration. Ailyn glanced down at the welcome comittee and opened the boarding ramp, using the cockpit access ladder to get gown onto its inclined surface and pad down the steps to the Rebel guards in full Mandalorian regalia, icey blue eyes glancing around for a leader.
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Ailyn had been dying to eat something that wasn't the grimy rations that had been left on her ship whenever her father had chosen to abandon it - she hit the buffet, glancing around at the people surrounding her, evidently everyone was getting stopped these days regardless of ship - customs, how fun. She turned her attention back to the food she was about to ladle onto her plate and dropped it in disgust as she realised that she had been close to ladleing what could only be described as 'Hutt Food' onto her plate.

"Niechwanga huk chuna..."

She glanced at the impatient looking adolcent hutt besides her the was trying to muscle her out of the way and glared at it "Same to you slug face."

The Bounty Hunter stalked off angrily to find the 'edible' table. She ended up with a mess that was no worse than the rations on the Farsight and sat there chasing it around the plate with her fork before giving up and throwing it down the garbage disposal. She padded through the stations corridors as far as the guards would let her and then back around the area she could move in until she found her way to a computer consol, manned by a very tired looking young tech.

"You mind if I use this?" she reached over his shoulders as if to use the computer, but he naturally stopped her.

"Eh, no can do lady, more than my job his worth."

She let a little flicker of mock sorrow cross her face and ran a gloved finger over his bottom lip "Aww...not even for pretty girl like me?" the man wavered and stuttered as it seemed he was going to get lucky - she smiled, and then her other hand, balled into a fist, smashed into the side of his head and crunched it against the wall. He fell limp and slid to the ground.

Ailyns fingers danced over the surface of the terminal hunting for something in the records for her father, at Denon the trail had run cold, then at Denon he could be. It took her far to long then she liked to find him and push through the Rebel codes - the arrest, the detention center...it was all there. She smilled, but before she could progress deeper the alarms activated - she grabbed something from her belt, a small slicer, and swallowed it quickly, resisting the urge to choke.


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A team of security officers swarmed the individual that had entered the computer systems of the Denon Golan III Battle Station. There were no exits, no possible escapes and she would fail to subdue the officers present.

Issuing a command the team leader ordered, "Hands up, knees to the floor."

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Ailyn Vel
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 Post Posted: Mon, February 12th 2007 07:57pm    Post subject:
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Ailyn smilled sweetly at the Security Team leader, "Oh I'm sorry but I only payed up for the sight-seeing, not the whole trip...wouldn't want my ship getting towed."

She wrapped the tips of her fingers round three small balls she had plamed earlier and grinned, better off not getting herself inside...not just yet...she dashed the small spheres against the ground and jumped just as a haze of smoke washed over the group. She couldn't be sure if she had cost them their bearings on her as she burst out the other side of the cloud - and random shots bursting around her told her that they at least had some idea of her general direction.

The girl kept running as fast as she could - slipping under a closing blastdoor and back into the buffet area, she scrambled to her feet under a hail of fire and ran, hunched over, across the room - stamping over the tail of the Hutt juvenile from earlier and sprinting for the hanger area. She slid into the Farsights hanger and her facial expression turned to extreme disgust - Rebel techs all over her precious ship - it looked like they had just prised open the ramp and, as she was approaching, the first tech seemed to be making his way up the ramp - her gauntletted hand gripped the mans shoulder and threw him backwards as she graced the ramp, with a peal of hydraulics the ramp began to re-close crushing the jacks holding it open with ease.

Ailyn slid into the pilots chair and activated the ships engines - she got a negative and glanced at the flashing dock-lock symbol on her control pannel, she groaned in annoyance and ripped out the wireless transponder to the navigation consol - cutting out its attatchment to the port authority computer - the dock-lock cleared and she punched in the ignition sequence again - this time the ship shuddered and rose, blasting forwards and out into the space around Denon. She smilled and slipped the Farisight between two intercepting destroyers, her sensor-mask causing all kinds of problems with their targeting computers. She bent down to start punching in coordinate codes for the hypespace when the whole ship shuddered with a rain of impacts, she shot up to a straight sitting position and glanced out into space as a squadron of fighters rushed past her.

"Farsight, this is Interceptor Wing Two-Zero...stand down and we wont have to hurt your pretty little ship."

Ailyn grinned at pulled on her headset "Allways the charmers you fly-boys, I'm afraid I can't do that..." she activated the ion-cannons, "But cause you're such a charmer I ain't gonna blow your ships to pieces."

"I'd appreciate that Farsight, but we both know I can't let you do that."

Ailyn smiled and shrugged, "Then I wont cause you such an inconvenience." she pulled hard on the acceleration control.

The Farsight seemed to come to a halt, causing the fighters to stumble somewhat in suprise that she had complied before she shot forwards with a reknewed boost of speed, with distance between them and her momentarily widened Ailyn punched the hyperspace, making a completely blind jump towards the deep core.

The Farsight has left Denon
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