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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2015 21:14:45 GMT -8
Varg had half-expected some remark or demeaning comment to be made by the Sun Guard, but the man said nothing, instead just mockingly activating the tiny device, before the image of Captain Vance appeared. Considering that they had been hired to track this man down, it really didn't come as to much of a surprise to him when Vance told them to start heading back on foot, since it would be some time before a transport could be dispatched. Varg put the returned device back into one of his pockets, before looking around for a moment, getting his bearings so that he could better work out their position in relation to any of the villages he had seen on the map earlier Well, if we're where I think we are, there's a village to the south east where we should be able to get you patched up a little better... hopefully. At the very least, it'll give us somewhere safe to stay the night...
How comforting... Nala took off first in the direction that Varg had pointed towards, to scout out the path ahead and make sure there weren't any cougars laying in wait that might try catch them by surprise, leaving Varg to walk with the Sun Guard, allowing him to help the man along if his injuries impeded him. Thankfully, most of the terrain they had to cross was fairly level and there were ways around anything that looked like the Sun Guard might open his wounds and bleed out, which was a bonus, since Varg didnt want to have to carry back a body after the Captain had seen the man alive. Due to the fact that they were on foot, the trip to the village took them almost an hour and a half, some of which they had spent in silence, but a good amount of it had been spent in conversation, with Varg answering some of the Sun Guards questions.
Truth be told, Varg felt like he owed the man some explanation, since the Sun Guard taken some mercy on him earlier with the comm link incident, so he told the man of Eregion, the world which he and Nala called home. By many standards, it was nothing spectacular, just a temperate climate, backwater planet, where technology was scarce, which Greymane had once explained to Varg was due to the planet's lack of natural resources required to advance. What few pieces of technology they did have, were scavanged from a half dozen stray ships that had ended up discovering the world by accident, and subsequently crash landing, their wrecks quickly attended to by the Hunters. It was one such crashed vessel, that Greymane had managed to repair enough, to use in some test in which Varg and Nala were sent off world on a preprogrammed trip, which was meant to involve a short hyperspace jump out of the system and back. However, the ship had suffered some damage and ended up crash landing on Belkadan, leaving the pair of Hunters with no way to return home, and so they had set about aiding the locals with the cougar problem. By the time Nala returned from scouting ahead, Varg had finished his short summary, and was pleased to hear there were no traps waiting It's not looking promising. The village looks deserted... though, there was a strange vehicle waiting near one of the houses...
We might yet get out of this forest before nightfall... Thankfully the craft had not yet left by the time the two Hunters and the Sun Guard had arrived to the village, whereupon it's owner, who had braved coming back to his home for some personal affects, agreed to provide the group a ride back to the nearby refugee camp. By the time the sun was beginning to set, they'd arrived to the camp, where the Sun Guard would be able to get some medical care, whilst Varg and Nala remained close by, since Vance was located elsewhere, and they still needed to be paid
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 23:13:52 GMT -8
As the Sun fell from the sky and vanished beyond the horizon, Naiad offered up a token prayer in thanks for the light the fading star had given. It was a common enough practice among the most devout to praise the sun for all it gave, but to the Sun Guard it meant something a bit more personal. Everytime the prayer was made, it meant they had lived another day in the glorious rays of the light. To men who lead violent lives, it was a way to restore morale and revitalize a broken heart when the bolts had ceased. Since his father’s ship was lost, and his body broken, Naiad believed his mind would become more sound with such an offering to the Son of Suns. It helped to some degree, but in the end the thought of his loss would forever weigh heavily upon his shoulders. What would the old man say if he had seen the state of his prized vessel? Clearly nothing good. The cynical portion of his mind slowly began to sink it’s fangs into his thoughts, filling him with the vile tasting notions of why should he care, as the old man was dead? No, he shouldn’t think like that. It’d be wrong of him to shame the man that gave life to him, let alone refuse to bear the burden of his actions.
His mind snapped back into reality as the transport touched down within the safety of the settlement. Along with such a rapid train of thought coming to an end, the pain of his injuries returned to the forefront of his senses and as a result he groaned in agony. If only they hadn’t taken his ship down, those furry bastards would’ve met the business end of his long rifle and adorned the cramped walls of his father’s vessel. Now, however, they’d be nothing more than forgotten relics in the depth of this world's dense foliage. Mayhaps one day he would return to this world, if he had managed to secure himself a ride off it in the first place, and reclaim the honour he had stolen from him. It was too soon to make such grandiose promises, when his very life was on the line, so that mental procession would have to wait until he had recovered and perhaps found himself with a better ship.
With the help of Varg, Naiad roused himself from the belly section of the transport and managed to hobble down it’s cargo ramp. He grunted in anguish with every step, yet tried his best to play it off as nothing more than an irritating flesh wound. Though, he was sure that since he was a horrid actor, everyone knew that he would be a dead men walking without proper medical care.
“I never got the chance to thank you, Varg. And you as well Nala.” His words were spoken through gritted teeth, betraying the extent of his suffering and minced with his enforced sincerity. “I would’ve been a dead man if you didn’t show up when you did.” He stopped for a moment to not only catch his breath, but offer up his best winning smile. “So, if you ever need anything, I’d gladly repay this debt.”
Having seen the man limping from a few blocks away, a Medic; who was about to begin her duty shift, rushed over to the injured Sun Guard and began to inspect his wounds. She tutted at the sight of the botched applications of Bacta, and muttered something along the lines of horrid scarring and stitches being required to properly seal up the wounds. The woman slung Naiad’s arm over her shoulder and braced his weight upon her lithe frame, all before turning towards the two Hunters standing before her.
“Sorry for cutting this short, you two. But this one’s in bad shape. I take it he’s the idiot that applied the bacta wrappings and sealant foam? Ah, it doesn’t matter. Feel free to follow me over to the Emergency Triage site, I might need some explanations as to how this dumb brute got in badly with the natives.”
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Post by Keith-070 on Aug 29, 2015 22:40:04 GMT -8
*This definitely had not been the homecoming he had been expecting; he'd expected to simply land his ship, stride down the ramp, and be greeted by old friends. Instead, he had not had so much as a word with any names he even recognized and was rocketing toward the surface in a drop pod, prepared to take on violent native predators of the world who had apparently decided to suddenly make a comeback. "They're not the only ones," Keith thought to himself as he focused on the world below, coming into clearer and clearer focus. The familiar dalloralla trees, the rippling green pastures, tall grass dancing in the wind...
Growing up, Keith never really had any nostalgic notions of home, so it was a very odd feeling he experienced as he looked upon the flora with reverie. But now was the time for focus; he was making a combat drop, even if the target was merely feral beasts and not trained enemy soldiers. He pulled the pod's 'chute, the pod jerking with the sudden momentum shift; damn that feeling was good.
The landing site he'd picked was just outside the outskirts of Kodeiv, the world's capital. As he drifted towards the familiar city, he began to make out its condition: Corpses strewn about the streets, civilians, cougars, and soldiers; destruction caused from the rampage and blaster fire; charred marks upon pavement and durasteel and building walls. It certainly wasn't a pretty sight, but Keith had seen far worse strike this city; now that he was here, he could more easily put a stop to it.*
"Give them hell, Keith," *Corinne said moments before the pod would touch down.
Keith didn't bother to respond as the pod impacted the soil with a deadly thump that would severely injure a normal human, but Keith only released his crash webbing and kicked out the door to the pod, stepping outside with a slugthrower pistol in either hand. He'd landed just in the middle of a skirmish, astonishing soldiers that had moments before had their full focus on eliminating the cougars. The cougars too had taken an interest in the sudden hulk of metal—both the pod and the armored being that towered over any other sentient they'd run into so far.
He raised his pistols, targeting reticles coming live on his HUD. His right hand's sight found the skull of one cougar and fired; it dropped immediately dead. His left pistol did the same to another. The soldiers backed away, clearly recognizing that they would only get in this figure's way, as he made quick work of the cougar pack that they had been pinned down by. When they were all dispatched, Keith scanned to be sure the coast was clear, then lowered his weapons and turned towards the men.
Two were wounded, claw marks and bloodstains visible on their fatigues. One was mauled to death, the mangled corpse of what Keith presumed was the cougar that killed him laying beside him.
This is what he came to prevent.
He looked up at the men and said only,* "Come with me. There's more where that came from."
*Despite the fact that he had just come out of nowhere, crashing from the sky in front of them and inserting himself into the fray, the surviving men straightened, gave a chorus of,* "Yes, sir!" *and followed after their savior.
The wounded men would need tending to, but he could neither leave them here nor waste time in hunting down more cougars. Once they met up with more men, he could suggest they have their injuries tended to. But for now, they were marching to their next destination, though Keith overheard one of the men quietly asking his partner,* "Is that the armored badass that once defended this world from the Plague?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 23:49:40 GMT -8
All in a day's work as they say... But I'll be sure to keep your offer in mind, I'm sure something will come up... Varg and Nala then followed the Medic as she guided the way towards the triage site, with Varg lending a hand to help support the Sun Guard, while Nala stuck close behind There isn't much to tell to be honest. His ship crashed out in the forest, and it looked like he had been attacked by some cougars. By the time we found him, he was still half out of his mind on some drug... That was really all there was to tell, though he did leave out the fact that the Sun Guard wouldn't have lasted another night out in the forest, since another pack of cougars had been quite close by when they'd found him. Nala meanwhile couldn't help but feel like she was growing fond of their new yellow armoured companion, as she silently hoped that the medic would be able to properly patch the man up and save his life. As they arrived to the triage site, Nala hung back as Varg offered what ever help he could to the woman if she should need it, since the place looked quite busy with all of the wounded that were coming in
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Post by Keith-070 on Oct 22, 2015 20:46:36 GMT -8
*Keith had quickly made the small soldier force he'd encountered into an organized and competent fighting unit, leading them into the city streets of Kodeiv and picking off attacking cougar packs. Corpses of cougars, soldiers, and civilians alike littered the streets; instead of dwell on what he hadn't prevented, Keith persevered to ensure the fallen sentients were the last that fell. Granted, this was nowhere near as grisly a war zone as it had been many years ago, but battle was battle, casualties were casualties, and death was never very appealing.
The injured men from the unit he'd rescued managed to be treated during a street encounter with a wild pack of cougars who'd been attempting to break into a reinforced window, where many civilians had been gathered. The treated men refused to become liabilities and swore to keep fighting, and Keith was only happy to have them continue to fight for their planet.
Corinne had long since established contact with military forces on the planet, gaining intel on the situation and relaying it to Keith. Apparently the control bunker had been safely defended, thanks to its military strength, but the Jedi Safe Haven—Keith mentally questioned why they had not referred to it as an "Academy"—was still seeing attacks. Keith knew his next destination then, but first he had to help secure Kodeiv. He met up with local resistance leaders, who did in fact recognize Keith from previous campaigns on the world, which made matters move much more smoothly when it came to inserting him among the other forces still battling the feline beasts assaulting the city.
With the supersoldier's help, efforts to defend the city went far more strongly, and swiftly the cougars fell to their combined might. Eventually, the cougars themselves seemed to realize they were in over their heads and fled the city; after calling for reports from around the city, it seemed that, for now, the city was clear. One of the leaders seemed to make some calls with other factions of planetary defenses, before making a final acknowledgement and turning to Keith.*
"Thanks for all your help, sir," *he spoke with sincere gratitude.* "The Safe Haven is still under attack, if you'd like to lend them your aid. I can offer you one of our speeders for fast transport; I assume you remember the way."
*Of course he did; in the relatively short amount of time Keith had spent here, he had familiarized himself with the world's layout, knew how to reach any location no matter where he stood on its surface. But he only nodded and replied,* "I do, and I would appreciate it."
*The man nodded and led Keith to a small military speeder, assuring him it would hold him and that heavy armor of his. Keith gave him his thanks before hopping in and speeding along his way. It was now time to drive the feline menace away from the academy, protect those within, and, hopefully, meet up with old friends once again...*
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Post by Bruce Terry on Jan 4, 2018 23:15:41 GMT -8
Bruce navigated the sea of waist-high grass that comprised the open pasture connecting the Jedi Safe Haven, the Control Bunker, and the capital. He'd needed a moment alone, separated from modern contrivances, in the wake of the onslaught of news from the war. There was the travesty at Naboo. There was Aerandir's sudden one-man-rampage upon Caamas. And, most recently, the treaty to end the war... for now.
It was a lot to take in. Certainly, Naboo wasn't the only site of battle between the two enemies, but it was the most underhanded. Seemingly, even the First Order recognized this. With deals made, trades granted, and armies withdrawn... the galaxy was in a state of ironic peace. Bruce? He only felt tension. He knew the rest of the Jedi must have been feeling much the same...
Setting aside his thoughts, he stopped in his tracks. "You two are aware there are others to spend time with?"
He looked over his shoulder, smirking at the small black mass and the blond ears protruding from the grass. Slowly they rose, revealing Janie and Hssan, the Lorrdian girl and the Farghul boy. Neither of them looked shocked that he knew they were there; instead, they looked embarrassed, as though they knew this wouldn't have worked.
"It was her idea," said Hssan.
"... it was," she admitted.
Bruce chuckled and turned to face them. "I am fine, my children. Just wanted a moment to think."
"About what?" asked Janie.
"Just... the state of the galaxy. Open warfare has ceased, for now, but this can't be a peace that lasts."
Hssan's ears twitched. "Because of the Sith?"
Bruce slowly nodded his head. "In part, though it seems these 'Knights of Ren' are far more prominent than the Sith these days. 'Sith by another name,' some of us have taken to calling them. But it's also a complete and total clash of philosophy even without the Force Orders. The First Order wants complete and total control. The Galactic Alliance wants freedom and openness. They won't agree to any sort of compromise. Tension is inevitable. That's why we must continue to train ourselves, to stand against whatever evils that may lurk in the shadows of 'peace.'"
Janie nodded twice. "Then teach us, Master! We don't want to be taken off-guard!"
He smiled at the children then looked past them, towards the Safe Haven in the distance. "Let's go back, then. I've requested some additional work from the Jedi Base as well, just to have something to do to feel useful out here. Information sorting, seeing if there's anything to rediscover in some old files. Perhaps you can help me with that."
Both children's shoulder sagged, Hssan murmuring, "That doesn't sound very helpful..."
"Knowledge is incredibly helpful, young one. An understanding of our own history allows us to better prepare for the future. Now come."
He strode past them and they followed somewhat reluctantly. Bruce didn't feel the need to apologize; they'd understand the value of knowledge one day. Perhaps sooner than they'd like, though he certainly hoped that would not be the case...
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Dec 14, 2020 15:24:39 GMT -8
Belkadan's Surface - Capital City of Kodeiv.
With the military ships of Clan Awaud remaining in orbit, the civilian transports and shuttles made their way down to the capital city of Belkadan. The citizens from Telos IV, that had been apart of the Awaud Enclave, began to settle in with the local populace. The members of Clan Awaud, however, made their way towards the Jedi Safe Haven, intent on utilizing the abandoned facilities for their new Enclave.
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Jan 1, 2021 16:04:33 GMT -8
Belkadan's Surface - Mandalorian Clan Awaud Enclave (Jedi Safe Haven)
The Mandalorians of Clan Awaud were settling in, reactivating what they needed to, to have the Jedi Safe Haven running as peak efficiency. Defenses were set up to ensure the Enclave was safe and secure. All in all, the Mandalorians of Clan Awaud were re-settling on Belkadan nicely after being abruptly removed from Telos.
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Jul 31, 2021 15:26:02 GMT -8
Awaud EnclaveIntegration into the local populace, as well as getting a fully functional Enclave had gone smoothly. Local farms were once again producing crops for both the locals and the Awaud Enclave. Hunting and taming of the local fauna, the Redcrested Cougar was underway, giving the Mandalorians of Clan Awaud both loyal pets and battle companions. While progress was slow, the results were promising. And with defenses established, Belkadan was adequately defended for being an out-of-the-way world.
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Dec 31, 2021 9:58:02 GMT -8
Awaud Enclave - Former Jedi Safe Haven
The routine business-as-usual pace had continued on Belkadan, for the citizens of the planet as well as the members of Clan Awaud. Nothing special or overly important had happened in the months following Awaud's claim to the world. Building and rebuilding were priorities, as well as establishing themselves for the Assembly. Clan leader, Orrick Awaud, came and went, still selling himself out as a mercenary and bounty hunter to help bring credits in for his people. At this point in time, those that had been appointed to be in charge in his absence were more that capable of ensuring the Clan functioned smoothly and that any issues that may have arose were handled appropriately. All in all, Belkadan was feeling more like home than Telos ever did.
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