OOC: Just continuing the TNO envolvment on Garqi here.
*Garqi…*
Antilles stared at the purple tinted planet of Garqi from the bridge of the escort’s flagship, Herectic. En route to Garqi, Antilles got well acquainted with the intelligence files beamed to him from the supply frigates. It appeared that Garqi was once a major agricultural center for the galaxy. The purple tint of the planet’s continents was derived from how the plant life reacted from the soil it grew in. They were fairly prosperous during the times of the weak and feeble Old Republic and the Emperor’s first reign. In recent times, very recent, due to unnamed exploits of the Rogue Empire, apparently The New Order’s newest “ally.” Antilles was at a loss as to why he needed to clean up Fearsons’s mess, but he wouldn’t go over high commands head and question motives.
“Vice Admiral, transmission from the planet.”
Antilles looked down at the communications officer in the crew pit.
“They’re requesting we identify ourselves.”
Antilles responded with a slight edge in his voice.
“Have you done so?”
“No sir.”
“Then do it!”
“Right away sir.”
Antilles rolled his eyes. *Incompetent fool. Too bad his eval is within the next standard week.* He put it behind him and concentrated on the mission. The intelligence reports made note of an unstable political arena on Garqi. The Gargian ruling body was suffering from greedy and corrupt politicians. Most were receiving bribes from the major planters on the planet. Few honest representatives were left, but were quickly falling in the new bred of politics. He knew Imperial rule would solve that problem quickly and with harsh consequences for the tainted.
Antilles removed his private comm link from his belt, to contact the three supply transports.
“Have you received landing coordinates yet.”
“No sir, nothing yet. They seem to be ignoring hailing calls on all channels.”
Antilles left eyebrow quirked upwards, * Interesting…* He looked to the crew pit for the incompetent comm officer.
“Lieutenant!”
he jumped in his seat, slightly startled from the powerful address. He allowed a smile curl onto his face. “Patch me through on the channel that we were hailed on.”
“Aye sir, right away…… Go ahead sir.”
The speaker bridge snapped as a husky voice spoke over some static.
*Very odd… Intel neglected to mention that they had inferior technologies.*
“Yes TNO, how may we help you?”
“You have neglected to give landing coordinates to our transports. They have been trying on all channels to get them.”
There was a momentary pause before the Garqian’s voice crackled over the speakers again.
“They now have them Vice Admiral Antilles.”
* “Vice Admiral Antilles…” I never introduced myself…something’s amiss here. *
“Thank you, our four transports will be planet side shortly.”
“My people would like to extend our gratitude to the Empire for their aid.”
“It is our pleasure…”
He gave a single to the comm officer to end the transmission. Antilles quickly switched to his private comm link, to talk with shuttle control in the hanger bay.
“Prepare a shuttle for me over to the
Tsar, and notify them I shall be joining them.”
“Aye sir. The shuttle will be ready to launch when you arrive.”
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On the ground, many Garqians waited for the supply convey to place down and being unloading. Main command hadn’t got any word from New Order ships. This puzzled them, the convey was over due by several minutes. The laborers were becoming inpatient, wanting to return to their failing farming to try a salvage what they have for crops. A sudden sonic boom was heard a few miles off. Everyone looked, trying to see where it had come from. The laborers scrambled as they saw the three large transports set down. The ramps of the transport extended, preparing to unload.
As the whirl of the engines diminished, a different sound replaced it. The men not unloading looked up, yet again, but they didn’t see more transports. A full squadron of Z-95 Headhunters approached the undefended landing pad and transports.
