Chapitre 13: Chapter-13
Finally, the Episode one has began. The whole holonet was plague with news about the Naboo invasion, it was only a matter of time before they reach Tatooine and the perfect opportunity to make a deal, lately my company has adquire the reputation of finishing all the contract it firms, be it good or bad, but finish it. During this time we had also acquire a few ships, three dreadnought-class heavy cruisers, two hammerhead-class cruisers, two dozens of Z-95 and GR-75 medium transport, but without guns. We also colonized a moon named Arkonis Beta, in the Arkonis System, the Outer Rim Territories. It orbits a gas giant called Krona, which shields it from excessive asteroid impactsand has a stable orbit with a 28-hour day-night cycle.
The terrain, is composed of rolling grasslands, dense forests, expansive mountain ranges, shallow freshwater seas, wide river networks provide abundant water and rich in natural resources like coal, iron, and crude oil.
The atmosphere is breathable for humans, with an oxygen-nitrogen composition similar to Earth, and the slightly denser atmosphere, making it easier for early aircraft to fly. Frequent rainstorms keep the environment lush and fertile.
Gravity wise, it is comparable to Earth's, making it suitable for long-term human habitation.
We also know that it has it's own fauna and flora.
"Commander, a report from the radio station, an unidentified object has enter atmosphere and is in our space, do we follow the normal routine or change our usual approach?"
"This are our long await guest, make sure that they reach our space port safely and escorted. Understood?"
"Yes, right away sir"
"Finally our long wait has come to an end. Now what would you do Queen?"
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The sleek, chrome Naboo Royal Cruiser pierces through the turbulent orange clouds of Tatooine's upper atmosphere. Below, endless stretches of sand dunes ripple like waves under the twin suns. The ship's engines hum steadily as it begins its descent.
Suddenly, from behind the cruiser, four Supermarine Hurricane Mk II fighters roar into view. Their distinct piston-engine growl contrasts sharply with the futuristic whine of the Naboo vessel. The planes, painted in desert camouflage, maintain a tight diamond formation as they approach the cruiser.
In the cockpit, Captain Ric Olié monitors the controls, his brow furrowing as a warning alarm pings on the console.
"Unidentified craft closing fast. They're... propeller-driven? What kind of relics are we dealing with here?"
Padmé Amidala, still disguised as a handmaiden, steps forward to look out the viewport. Her eyes widen slightly as the Hurricanes streak past the cockpit, banking sharply to circle the cruiser.
"Are those... atmospheric fighters? They look ancient."
"Naboo Cruiser, this is Leader Hawk from the Grim Covenant. You are entering restricted airspace. Redirect to Spaceport X12 for inspection, or we will escort you down by force. Acknowledge immediately."
"This is a diplomatic vessel from Naboo. We're on a critical mission and require parts for repair. We have clearance to land at Mos Espa."
"Clearance revoked. Follow our lead to Spaceport X12, or you will be fired upon. This is your only warning."
The Hurricanes tighten their formation, two flanking the cruiser while the other two lead ahead. Their propellers chop the air rhythmically, a stark contrast to the Naboo ship's smooth, futuristic design.
Resolutly Padme spoke. "We can't risk confrontation. Follow their lead for now. If this is a misunderstanding, we'll resolve it on the ground."
"Understood. Adjusting course."
The Naboo cruiser adjusts its heading, following the Hurricanes as they guide the ship toward a distant spaceport that wasn't part of the original plan. The Hurricanes and the Naboo cruiser soar over the desert terrain, casting elongated shadows on the dunes below. The vintage fighters' agility is apparent as they maneuver effortlessly in the atmosphere, their propellers gleaming in the sunlight.
Qui-Gon Jinn meditates calmly as Obi-Wan Kenobi, his Padawan, peers out a small viewport, his sharp gaze fixed on the Hurricanes. Jar Jar Binks fidgets nervously nearby.
"Master, those fighters... they're primitive by any standard. Strange to see such craft here."
"Indeed. Yet they seem effective for this environment. Let's remain cautious and observe."
"Dey flyin' too close, Qui-Gon! Mesa thinkin' dis notta good sign."
Qui-Gon glancing at Jar Jar calmly said. "Perhaps not, but unnecessary fear will only cloud our judgment. Stay calm."
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The Hurricanes peel off, banking gracefully as the Naboo Royal Cruiser lands on platform surrounded by sandstone buildings, walls and towers equiped with German Flakvierling 38 (20 mm Quad AA Gun). The sound of the Hurricanes' engines fades as they circle back to a nearby airstrip and touch down in unison. In the airstrip you could see rows of German 8.8 cm Flak 36/37 ("88mm Flak") every 30 meters or more. You could also see rows upon rows of Hurricanes in the hangars or waiting to take flight.
As the cruiser's ramp lowers, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Padmé, and Jar Jar step into the harsh sunlight. A group of officials, in khaki uniforms blending with the dusty, sun-scorched terrain around them. Each man was dressed identically, yet carried themselves with distinct discipline and poise, and mechanics approaches, flanked by a squadron of armed guards. In the distance, the Hurricanes rest on the runway, their pilots observing from afar.
The queen now dressed as a handmaiden talk to the master Jedi in a quiet whisper. "This wasn't the welcome I was expecting. Let's hope this is just protocol."
But it was the padawan who respond. "A strange protocol, if it is one. We'll need to tread carefully."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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