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 Post Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 12:07 am    Post subject: MC90: Knight (Tatooine)
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Captain: Captain Judus Aldaris (NPC)
Commanding Officer: none
Executive Officer: Ensign Ata Mittwoch (NPC)


Security Chief: Lieutenant Nevin Antilles
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 Post Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 10:06 am    Post subject:
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Antilles put the razor down on the sink, throwing some water onto his face. He stepped out from the fresher and into his quarters, frowning at the uniform laying on his bed. It had been awhile since he had to be...in uniform.

He pulled on the shirt, anxious yet reluctant to get onto the bridge of this MC90. However, it would be a nice diversion from what happened with Salla. That was one way he looked at it.

Nevin pulled on his boots and left the quarters, making his way through the corridor. He'd brought up the specs of this ship on his datapad, but he still found the Calamarian design of corridors to be confusing and out-of-the-way, unlike the straightforward design of Imperial ships. That was probably the only good thing about Imperial ships...

He stepped onto the bridge, glancing around at the officers who regarded him. "Report," He said.

The captain of the ship turned around and gave a slight sneer at Nevin. Antilles now felt like he was back on the Storm, and the situation was similar. "We're going to depart for Nirauan. The planetary leader is interested in negotiating some trade deals with the Alliance. There's also been some pirate activity."

A typical situation, Nevin though. He nodded. "Alright, head out," He muttered, glancing around the bridge once again.

MC90 Knight is now enroute to Nirauan.
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 Post Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 10:21 pm    Post subject:
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Nevin stared out the viewpoint, cradling a bottle of cheap beer. The officers and other yeomen were busy talking amongst themselves in the lounge. Nevin didn’t pay them much mind. Infact, his mind was rare real-estate right now.

He stood up, moving closer to the transparent steel, gazing out at Nirauan. A forested planet. There had only been minor pirate activity in this region. Yes, they had also negotiations to do, possibly the most boring part of this mission, but the Nirauan authorities wouldn’t even talk with them until they eradicated the pirate threat. Still, this was a blue milk-run. It seemed like the Alliance wanted to get him off of Tatooine and out to some backwater mission.

The former-Imperial took another swig of the cold fluid, wincing at the poor quality that washed over his tongue. He could have probably stolen better ale from a Sullestan brewery…still, it was enough to remind him of home. It was the time of a yearly festival…and he had to admit to himself, even if Ord Mantell was a hell-hole filled with nothing but war, they did make good beer.

And they at least had some fun.

He pulled out a credit and dropped it on the table, bringing the cup back over to the bar, then walked out into the corridor. He was trying to keep himself busy, but there honestly was not much to do. That didn’t take any burden off of his guilty conscience, however.

There was something pushing on him. He knew what it was, but didn’t want to admit it to himself. He was still in denial that he was attracted to Salla, and it scared the hell out of him that he had forgotten about Kara so quickly. In fact, he was more depressed because he was slowly realizing that the relationship with the Kessel slave was nothing more than infatuation. She probably would have left him the first chance she got to purchase passage off of Coruscant.

He hated himself for even thinking that. There was something that kept urging him to think that way, so he couldn’t help but wonder if the relationship was really going anywhere. Plus, the fact that Salla was the spitting image of his former love had to imply some kind of fate…even if he didn’t believe in that.

Lieutenant Antilles straightened up his uniform, trying to get back into his working demeanor. He still had to finish this. He wanted to get it over with and get back. There was something other than guilt pressing on his mind, like a foreboding shadow. He didn’t want to face it, for it seemed almost like the feeling before Kara was killed. He knew it wasn’t coming from Nirauan and he wanted to find out what it was. He had learned to trust his instincts over rational thinking. He knew something was about to unfold.

He stepped onto the bridge, which was half-empty as most of the operating crew had been assigned some leave on the surface below, or were in the lounge indulging themselves with the “drinks” down there.

“Sir,” One of the few remaining active officers addressed him. “The administration of Nirauan is contacting us.”

He nodded. “Put them on.”

The officer returned his nod and opened a comm channel.

“This is Lieutenant Nevin Antilles of the Galactic Alliance.”

“Ahhhh, yes, Lieutenant. I assume you’ve driven off the marauders,” The humanoid female voice replied.

Nevin nodded as a reflex, realizing that his gesture could not be sent over the audio-only channel. “Yeah. Now we’d like to as you a question…you’ve said you’ve had trade disagreements with your neighbors.”

“Yes.”

“Then I’d like to ask you to join the Alliance. We could help administrate inter-planetary affairs.” He said, voice rather boorish.

“We will consider it.” The other responded as the channel was cut off.

Nevin sighed and sat down in an empty chair infront of a console as the captain returned back to the bridge. The feeling was still there, and it wasn’t going away.
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 Post Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 10:52 pm    Post subject:
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Nevin was cold. Very cold. He lied in his bed, tossing and turning. He was having a dream, though not quite. If it was a dream, it was one beyond his reach and beyond the boundaries of his own self. Aware of the fictional reality that surrounded him, Nevin longed to awaken, to get out of whatever this was.

“Help!” Echoed throughout the incredibly detailed, but not even there, terrain. The voice was female, and the call was far away, but it bounced off the corners of the limitless void of the dream. At the same time, it was pushed away by another oncoming blow of cold; cold that Nevin felt both in the dream, and at the same time on the bed in his quarters. He was totally aware of both…yet somehow not within either of the worlds. Suddenly, the cry called out again. Nevin’s formless conscious desperately reached out towards the unseen visitor; he could not see it visibly, but its pain was pristine clear. Almost to the point of physical pain within the young man.

Nevin ripped himself out of the second reality, throwing a comlink on the table next to his small bed far across the room. He threw the covers off himself, sweat beading on his body, heart pounding for its own release. The air that forced its way into his lungs almost burned, and he desperately looked around for the source of the pounding in his head.

Taking some steadying breaths and running a hand through his hair, his eyes eventually adjusting to the darkness and ceasing to rhythmically pump with the blood pulsing through his veins, Nevin looked across the room at the object he had hurled. The comlink was emitting a beep. He sighed and pulled the covers up over his face and chest, wiping away the moisture. Head still filled with confusion, he got up and stumbled towards it, picking it off the floor. “An-antilles,” The officer spoke into it, shakily.

“Sir, sorry to bother you—“ The voice of the captain was cut off.

“It-it’s alright,” He muttered. “What is it?”

“Nirauan has accepted your proposal.”

Nevin nodded to himself, slightly. He knew that he should have been pleased, but he was too anxious to even think about that. “Alright…uh…tell them an Alliance envoy will be out here later to confirm everything.”

“Of course.”

Antilles turned the comlink off and threw it back onto the bed, running another hand through oily hair. He flipped the light on and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning his forehead against a hand for a moment. Finally calming down he lied back on the bed itself.

There was something strange at play here. It was no normal dream; that was obviously clear. It felt as if something had been reaching out to him, pulling it towards him. If that was so, it was something he couldn’t pinpoint. Events hadn’t been normal either…he couldn’t explain some of the things that happened with Jendob on Tatooine either. It was almost like he willed it and it happened. Except this time, it was coming outward, not from inward.

Maybe there was something happening. He didn’t know what it was, and it was getting to the point that Nevin was beginning to not know what he was anymore. Then again, it could also be his own delusions due to that poorly-made cheesesteak he had eaten earlier, toppled with those few bottles of beer... Somehow, though, he didn’t believe that. Something more was at work.

He decided that he wasn’t going to get back to sleep any time soon, so he once again stood. Nevin moved toward the fresher and decided to take a shower to clear his thoughts. After doing so, he realized it hadn’t helped at all. Whatever it had been was still pressing back against his mind, like a faint, dull pain, yet nagging enough for one not to forget it.

Lying back on the bed, he turned the light off once again, trying to get back to sleep. Hopefully it would come to him eventually, as his shift wasn’t too many hours away—

“HELP!” Someone screamed outside the corridor.

Nevin jumped up and ran to the door, swiping the blaster lying on the dresser into his waiting hand. He opened it to see nothing but a surprised troupe of female cadets. Surprised at him. Staring at them stupidly, as they stared back at the half-dressed man, smiling, Nevin eventually backed into the room again, closing the door, without saying a word. Scratching an eyebrow and shoving the blaster into his pocket, just in case, he moved back to the bed and picked up his comlink.

“Security,” He said, keying the device to the shipboard directory. “There been any breaches?”

“Sir? No, sir. Do you have something to report?” A puzzled voice replied on the other end of the proverbial line.

Watching the door with awaiting eyes, he shook his head to himself once again. “Uh, no,” He muttered. “Thanks.” Nevin added as he laid the piece of equipment back onto the durasteel table.

Maybe the obvious explanation was he was just going insane. At this point, he didn’t doubt it that much. “Damn you,” He hissed to himself, referring to a number of people: Kara, Jendob, Hol, Solo…Salla…most anyone could fit his “to be damned” list at the moment.

He cautiously lied back down onto the stiff bed, making sure that the weapon was still tucked safely into his pocket, ready to be used if necessary. The Mantellian was surprised, at least before slipping into unconsciousness, how quickly his body and mind relaxed into a state of sleep.

However, when Antilles realized the reason why, a shiver ran through him. He was back into the cold void.

“Help!” Screamed the voice again, but this time fading quickly. “Luke!”

Luke? Who was “Luke?”

The voice repeated itself again, but this time, it was not in words. It was in something much deeper, something Nevin totally understood. It told him everything he needed to know, even if the man did not know why or how he knew it.


Officer Antilles stepped onto the bridge, wearing an officer’s undershirt and pants. He had been in too much of a hurry to don the pointless dress uniform. The on-duty captain gave him a strange look as he approached him. “Lieutenant? You’re not due here ye—“

Directly bypassing the captain, Nevin turned towards the pilot. “Change our course. I want you to go to the planet at these coordinates.” He ordered hastily before punching in a set of integers into the navigational computer.

The captain glared at him slightly. “Excuse me? This is my ship, sir.”

“Not anymore.” Nevin grumbled as an afterthought.

The ensign at the controls turned back to Antilles, throwing a quick look at the captain. “Anteevy, sir?”

“Yeah, Anteevy. Someone's in trouble.” Nevin confirmed.

“Anteevy?!” The captain seemed alarmed, now approaching Nevin. “That’s Imperial space! We’re supposed to return to Tatooine immediately! Besides, we've received no messages from Antee--”

“Not anymore. You have new orders.” Antilles said, turning directly to address him. Before leaving the bridge just as suddenly as he had entered.

The crew exchanged looks as the angry captain could do nothing but watch the starlines appear.

The Knight is now enroute to Anteevy
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 Post Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 2:25 pm    Post subject:
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Nevin returned to the bridge a short while later, on their arrival at the icy planet of Anteevy. Nevin praised his status as a member of Rebel Intelligence and, not to mention, Security Officer of the ship; it allowed them to come here. It was clearly obvious, however, that Captain Aldaris was peeved to have been overruled by a "lowly lieutenant" and a former Imperial.

Still, Nevin was satisified with how fast they had gotten there, regardless of the captain's attitude.

"Ensign," He said, addressing the woman that had command over the bridge in the captain's absense. "Scan the surface. Let me know if anythi--"

"Already done, sir," The eager young woman said. "There is atmospheric interference. All the scans were reflected back."

Nevin nodded solemnly. He knew the grave importance of this planet to the Empire. Its security had been in his utmost concerns as an Imperial. Perhaps the interference to scans were product of the constant blizzards, or perhaps a jamming field. Nevertheless, the scan was only to refresh his memory. Antilles knew this place well enough.

"Right," He finally responded. "There's a garrison on there, Imperial. We don't wanna get too close...not yet, anyway," Nevin finished, sighing and moving to the viewport. He didn't know what was awaiting him on that ball of ice, but he knew it was essential. He didn't think it was, he just knew. There was no way the man could explain it.

"Get some troops ready, full snow gear. This is a rescue mission," Lieutenant Antilles instructed. For whom, I don't know, he finished mentally before leaving the bridge, making his way to the shuttle bay.
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Nevin turned away from the massive viewport after he gave his orders for the Knight’s return to hyperspace. It would take a bit before they returned to Tatooine, and the young lieutenant imagined there would be nothing less than hell to pay for his actions over the past few days. His own men had even gazed at him as if they thought he was insane for bringing them to one of the most “sacred” Imperial worlds. That is, they were suspicious until they saw the battered and weary Solos come off the shuttle with him.

So, in a sense, there was a new air aboard this ship. He could almost feel the newfound loyalty to him in the crew. It was the same unquestioning support he had felt on his solo command assignment on the Imperial Star Destroyer Storm; except, this time, it was a foray to a ice frozen world rather than taking an Imperator-class ship into proximity of a blackhole for safety against a stronger, opposing force. Still, the repercussions of Nevin’s actions for that particular event in the Empire warranted him a major promotion from Grand Admiral Thrawn himself. Maybe it was possible the Alliance would see his devotion to their cause after they talked to Solo or the Chief in State. Unfortunately, he doubted it.

But this was what mattered to him. Antilles had taken a crazy gamble on a hunch and, not unlike many times before, came out with something more than he had entered with. He had a feeling his time spent on the Knight would never be the same.

“Sir,” intercepted a crewman that had stepped infront of his path. “This arrived for you when you were gone,” he added as he stuck a databad in Nevin’s face.

Nevin studied him then grasped it in his hand, quickly looking over the header to the information displayed. It was encoded for him only. In the origin field, a name was listed:

Salla Vivek

Antilles’ didn’t know whether to smirk or grimace. He chose the first, uneasily. “Thanks,” he told the man, not much older than himself. “Send a reply and let ‘er know that I got this.” He shook the datapad slightly and tapped it against his hand as he waited for the man to leave. He was dying to read the contents of that file.

“Yes, sir,” obeyed the man. “Of course, sir.”

With that, Nevin walked off the bridge, datapad warm and glowing in his hands as it waited for his personal passcode.

There was definitely a different air about. Definitely.

The MC90 Knight is now enroute to Tatooine
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