Sara Ruluwoor
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Dec 29, 2023 16:53:54 GMT -8
Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Dec 29, 2023 16:53:54 GMT -8
A fiery orange streak fell through the sky, emerging from fluffy white clouds to reveal a damaged BTL-S3 Y-wing starfighter spinning haphazardly towards the entrance of the Jedi Academy's hangar, which was fortunately already open since they were coming in hot. A Corellian Defense Forces rescue airspeeder had taken off from Coronet Spaceport moments after the alert came from orbit, and spotted the stricken Y-wing falling from orbit when it was about five clicks above the city. However, the starfighter didn't come around for a landing at the Spaceport, instead, it carried on it a straight shot directly toward the mouth of the Jedi Academy's private hangar. The airspeeder pilot followed cautiously, lingering a couple of clicks behind the unknown vessel. If it crashed before reaching its intended destination, the Selonian pilot and her crew would be ready to render aid. Once the mad pilot completed his desperate landing, however, she shrugged, switched off her flashing red lights, and turned around to return to the Spaceport. It was Jedi business now.
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Mike Frantz
Databank Operations
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jan 19, 2024 10:36:59 GMT -8
*Alarm claxons and all sorts of comm warnings went out around the temple as the General was headed toward the academy for his rocky grand entrance. It was enough warning for me to make it up to the hangar just in time for me to watch the Y-wing nearly collide with Daystar. I can't help but let out a resigned sigh. This was not the first emergency landing made in this hangar, and it definitely wouldn't be the last. Despite the auxiliary landing field nearby pilots of damaged ships coming to visit the temple always seemed to want to try the more difficult landing in the hangar itself. I was never sure if it was pilot's pride or if something about the hangar really screamed "here, bring your flaming ship right here" in the force, but no one was harmed and the emergency crews were hard at work containing the blaze so my resigned sigh turned into my more normal amused half smile as I approached the academy's newest visitors.*
"I suppose you weren't kidding when you said that you were better at crashing them than fixing them." *I say with a light chuckle as I recognize one of the visitors and make my way toward the group, reaching into one of the many pockets of my grease stained jumpsuit and producing my flask. I take a long pull from the battered metal vessel before offering it to the man with a smile.* "What can I do for you Endor?"
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Endor
New Rebel Alliance
"No man is good enough to be another's master."
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Post by Endor on Jan 19, 2024 17:44:20 GMT -8
A fat grin split Endor's features as he accepted the flask. Between the pirates and all the smoke he had just inhaled, the former forest druid had worked up a hell of a thirst. Oddly, his attempts at polishing off the contents of the container proved a more difficult task than he had expected. His throat glugged as he slugged back liquor, yet there seemed no bottom to the unusual flask. The pilot turned rebel organizer was forced to relent, pulling the container away from his burning lips and handing it back to the Headmaster. "Quite a bit, actually." He pounded his chest with a fist, then let loose a belch that stank of bantha jerky and recently imbibed Corellian whiskey. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the smoldering Y-Wing his astromech droid was attempting to put out. His ewok companion, Cap'n Tarfang, had even grabbed one of the extinguishers off the hangar wall and helped the squat robot put out the blaze. "For starters, I won't be flying out of here in that hunk of scrap without a bit of help. You mind lending me a hand?" He looked over his shoulder at the smoking snubfighter. "Looks like Tarfang and R6 put out the fire so the coaxium tank under the seat shouldn't explode."
Chewie's furry scrote-sack he missed his T-65. The Y-wing made for an alright replacement, but it lacked the maneuverability and precision of the vintage X-wing he had left buried fuselage deep in a First Order guard tower on Dantooine.
Returning his attention to Master Frantz, the grizzled General rubbed the back of his head and offered the Jedi a sheepish expression, seeming a mild bit embarrassed. "Though truthfully that's not really why I'm here. I reckon you've heard a rumor or two about the Rebellion taking place in the Outer Rim. It started off small, just a couple of Corellian Jedi and old smuggling contacts raiding First Order shipping lanes, but lately it has evolved into something a lot larger. I don't know if you speak with Diktat Sabina Gaultieri often, but the support of the Five Worlds has been extremely helpful. We've had to expand our operation, pick bigger targets." His brows narrowed and he leaned in, beard practically brushing the Master Mechanic's ear. "I got a real big one in mind, but there's a problem. Darkside cultists, the sorta foe the average rebel isn't equipped to go toe to toe with. So I was thinking...well..." He looked at the ground, not quite sure how to ask the Headmaster for help.
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