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Timeline of Books

Big map of galazy

Starfighter Combat

Slang

Airspeeder (cross between car and a plane)

Light Freighters

the Liberty
Type: MC80 Liberty type Star Cruiser
Commander: Admiral Yamarus (presumably Mon Calamari)
Role: Yamarus's soldiers procured the shuttle Tydirium, and Yamarus worked hard to prepare fleet for upcoming Battle of Endor. Liberty was the first ship to be destroyed by Death Star II in Battle of Endor ( youtube clip of battle).

Length: 1,500 meters

Maximum acceleration: 1,550 G
Hyperdrive rating: Class 1

Armament: Turbolasers (48)
Ion batteries (20)
Tractor beam projectors (6)

Complement: Starfighters (36) - Green Squadron (RZ-1 A-wing interceptor), Bandit Squadron, ???? (probably either X-wings or Y-wings)
Shuttles: (5)
Light freighters: (2)
Light mixture of ground vehicles

Crew Officers: (668)
Enlisted: (4,734)

Passengers: 1,200 troops

Notes: Liberty would have originally been a civilian ship, and was retrofitted for millitary. It had an array of nine engines, divided into three different sizes, located at the stern. A large wing-shaped superstructure was affixed to the main hull on either side, containing weapons pods and tractor beam arrays. It also wouldn't have been designed with other species in mind, although retrofitted as much as possible. All Mon Calamari cruisers were handcrafted, ensuring that each vessel was different. The ships had a distinct organic look that directly contradicted the stark, harsh factory lines that signified the Imperial starships. Each vessel had a unique, seemingly random assortment of lumps and bumps dotting its surface. These were in fact highly modular capsules that could be retrofitted to house crew's quarters, maintenance facilities and, in time of conflict, shield generators, turbolasers, and ion cannons (Mon Calamari Star Cruiser). Mon Calamari ships gave Rebel technicians a headache.

As soldiers, the Mon Calamari were known to fight with a resolve that rivaled the Wookiees. As pilots the Mon Calamari would control their ships like a artist would control a paintbrush. Their most notable role in the Rebellion were the officer and tactical positions that the Rebels desperately needed to fill. - Mon Calamari

From Green Squardon, Arvel Crynyd, Tycho Celchu, and Jake Farrell were present at briefing.

Images: Schematics
view from starboard aft quarter

Home One hangar

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From wikia:gaming: Mon Calamari Star Cruiser

From theforce.net Warships of the Mon Calamari, and game statistics

It's the last day they can leave and Aunty Katya and Babushka are scared, scared, scared even though they are trying to hide it. It's in their faces, their hands, their voices as they say don't let go, Antosha, Fira, don't let go of us or you'll be lost and we'll never find you so she clings to her brother and the bags because she doesn't want to get lost in the crowd. The crowd is scary, big and frightened and loud because of bombs and screams and she can smell blood in the smoke, blood and other bad things.

She wants to go home but Aunty Katya had shaken her and said that they can't and she was holding so tightly that it hurt and made her cry so she doesn't ask.

The closer they get to the edge of the docks the worse it is and people are shoving and crying and saying "Take me, take us, take me with you please god let me go I have a pass I have a pass I have a pass."

It's the last day and the last ferry and Antosha's holding onto her and she wants to hit him, because it hurts, but then he'll cry and run away and it'll be all her fault and now she has to be Good. They are at the ropes and she can see the river. It's all covered with boats and floating pieces of wood and bits of it are on fire. She didn't know that water could burn, but parts of it are. There are people in the river, too, but they aren't moving, so she doesn't care about them.

The officer is reading out a list, but Aunty Katya interupts him. It's hard to hear, because everyone is yelling and screaming and there are bombs and the German planes are whining overhead, but they are aiming at the boats but they are going to come here, she knows they'll come here, and she wants to go home, she wants to go home, she wants to go home-

"We have passes, four passes, for all of us, you have to let us on the boat."

"Glorious Comrade Stalin has ordered that we will not take another step back."

"...we have passes," Aunty Katya says, staring at him. "We can leave." She tugs on Aunty Katya's hand, because she's always been told not to answer the officers back and she doesn't like him with that smile and he has a gun on him and

The officer looks at Aunty Katya and then he looks at her, and he asks her, "Do you want to go on the boat, little girl?"

"I WANT TO GO HOME!" She screams and her voice echoes around the empty docks. He smiles, but it's a mean smile, not a nice smile, and then he pulls out his gun and he says,

"Not another-" He shoots Aunty Katya and she crumples onto the dock, holding her stomach and crying and there's so much blood, "step," he shoots Babushka, right in the head, then and he is aiming at Antosha but Antosha is running away he's such a good runner but he's not fast enough and she opens her mouth to scream but she can't, it's all stuck in her throat and it's all her fault and she can't scream a warning as the shot rings out

NO!

and she wakes up with the scream still strangled in her throat. Hand shaking, Esfir switches on her bedside lamp and normally, she would just grab the nearest book and start to read. Normally, but not tonight. Tonight, she has guilt and grief and fear still pounding through her body, so she is going to curl up around her pillow and do nothing but sob.

(Later, she will grab the book.

Later)

Outside, it is...raining. Hard. Not impossible to walk through, but the kind of weather where you'd get drenched within a couple of minutes unless you had the right clothes. They are obviously in a city, and a major one at that; although Cormond is built on the salt-flats, overpopulation has meant that people build up, and given one side of the street has no buildings, there is a wide view of the rest of the city.

The buildings themselves are built in a style that is both functional and stark at the same time as being organic - and very, very science-fiction looking. The science-fiction feel isn't helped by the airspeeders and the aliens mixed in with the humans.

"The port is just at the other end of the street," Esfir explains as they stand under the eaves.

from here:

Esfir's room looks more like a home, now. The bookcases have been stacked and arranged against a wall, and while they aren't yet full, there are more than enough books to indicate how much she loves them. Her pin-up board of photographs is still up on the wall, and there are still models on the table (new ones - the orignals got blow up alongside the Liberty), and it is still neat, but...

There is more of a sense of someone living here now, instead of just staying for a while.

Of course, the first indication of this is her, "Boots off," once they walk through the doorway. Her own shoes are slipped off and put neatly by the doorway.

This is starting to be a habit. Not that Esfir minds - your homes are where you can relax, talk openly, not have to pretend.

Which is why when she leads Cal in and points to her bed (presently looking more like a sofa, with how she's arranged the pillows), she turns and locks the door.

Habit.

from here:

Esfir leads Cal into to her room and shuts the door behind them. Her room has changed from the last time he was here - she's been building bookcases, and even though one is incomplete with tools and pieces of wood on the floor, the room looks more homey.

On the wall is pin-up board, complete with both black-and-white and colour photographs of her old life, but the model aircraft are gone from her desk.

"Um, mind the mess."

The Galactic Republic was composed of a significant portion of the known galaxy, stretching from the Core Worlds to Wild Space, though it was widely believed that the government held little power in the outlying regions, and preferred to focus its attentions on the Core Worlds. The exact number of planets in the Republic fluctuated, but in 21 BBY it was a little less than 1.3 million planets.

The capital of the Galactic Republic was Coruscant, a planet considered to be the cultural and economical center of the galaxy, despite being located outside of the Deep Core. To signify its importance in galactic affairs, Coruscant was given coordinates 0-0-0 in the standard galactic coordinate system.