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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Mar 3, 2013 8:54:56 GMT -8
Lehon was a tropical world that inhabited a remote and relatively unknown corner of the galaxy known as the Tempered Wastes, a largely void area of space.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Jun 29, 2013 13:04:51 GMT -8
Tal'tracinya burst from hyperspace, fairly close to the planet Lehon, but not alarmingly close. The ship sat still for a time, as the captain of the vessel gazed with some fondness at the world below. The ship bore Or'dinii markings and it sent clearance codes to Orbital control, so that the ship could land at it's leisure. NCO gave the command to land in Infinity Spaceport, and the droid crew complied with consummate efficiency. As the ship approached Lehon, NCO moved to the crew lounge, now full of armored mando's tasked with keeping him alive. I've some personal business to attend to alone, it's a mando world, and the business is non-confrontational in nature so your services will not be needed. You are free to bunk on the ship and enjoy the town if you want, but be ready to leave on half an hour's notice. I plan to be here for a full week, but I doubt I'll have the luxury of remaining here for a full week.The men were less than please to hear his instructions, but had little choice in the matter. They would do as he asked, but they would also keep an eye on NCO, from a few blocks away if necessary. After all, that was their job, and they weren't about to quit it just because their constituent felt a bit claustrophobic. The ship entered Lehon's atmosphere within an hour of its arrival in system.
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Post by Nikolai Bazarov on Sept 12, 2013 19:23:50 GMT -8
The Modified EF76 Nebulon-B escort frigate "Red Star" drops from hyperspace.
"And this comrades, will be our new home!" announced Nick form the bridge over the PA system "Crew rotations will be posted will be posted in the mess hall. For now let us begin construction of our base. I would like to start transporting construction materials to the surface immediately."
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Post by Plu Or'dinii on Sept 12, 2013 20:31:47 GMT -8
There was a slight pop of static and then a gruff voice was broadcast on the common channel used for space traffic control.
Unidentified EF-76 Escort Frigate, this is Middle Beach Control. We have you on our scanners now, please identify yourselves.
The Mandalorian forces in the system were accustomed to many strange visitors from nearly any background or society, and an unrecognized visitor was no great cause for alarm. Instead, the controller on duty tried to project as friendly a tone as he could into his otherwise raspy voice.
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Post by Nikolai Bazarov on Sept 13, 2013 12:51:30 GMT -8
Nikolai had clearly been mistaken i his belief that the planet was abandoned. The base had not yet been completed but all the material to build it had been transferred to the surface. Many of his men were on the planet, he could not leave them behind.
"Zis is the frigate "Red Star" ve mean you no harm." his accent was quite heavy as he spoke "Ve have been deployed for long time, my men are in desperate need of shore leave. Ve would request to land, yes?"
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Post by Plu Or'dinii on Sept 13, 2013 20:34:04 GMT -8
The gruff man down at the Mandalorian control center in Middle Beach had no reason to be suspicious of the heavily accented man's response. Tourism and/or shore leave was a rather common reason for the arrival of strange vessels from distant worlds. There were few places in the galaxy more enticing to a spacesick traveler. He nodded to himself and made a careful entry in the Or'dinii logs as he responded.
Red Star, you are cleared to proceed. The wonders of tropical Lehon await you and your men. Enjoy your stay.
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Post by Nikolai Bazarov on Sept 13, 2013 21:01:37 GMT -8
They bought it. Nikolai would have to be more careful in the future. This would mean dropping form hyperspace early and activating the ship's sensor mask before coming in range of the planet. He would also have to stay on the dark side of the moon to keep hidden from visual scans. Deciding that now was as good a time as ever he one of the outbound shuttles with his comrades and descended to Middle Beach.
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Post by Athyna Skirata on Jan 6, 2014 8:07:35 GMT -8
Three transport ships lifted off of the surface of Lehon up into the atmosphere of the planet. After a few moments of communicating with orbital command, they maneuvered toward a hyperspace lane. With a few last minute pre-hyperspace flight checks, they were soon zipping out of sight through the darkness and on to their next destination among the stars....
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Post by Plu Or'dinii on Feb 9, 2015 19:54:56 GMT -8
A deep space transmission from dozens of light years into the Unknown Regions, transmitted across a vast and scarcely mapped network of hypercom repeaters, arrived at the planet Lehon. It came on an official Clan Or'dinii encrypted military channel, and was flagged for the immediate attention of Governor L'lawa. Passing through the Middle Beach communications hub and being verified as legitimate, it was forwarded to the ancient palace in Middle Beach that served as the headquarters of the Aliit Or'dinii.
=Grand Admiral Orsaa Rakata=
This is Grand Admiral Orsaa of the Aliit Or'dinii Solus Expeditionary Fleet, requesting an immediate and complete status report from Governor L'lawa of Lehon.
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Post by Plu Or'dinii on May 12, 2015 19:53:26 GMT -8
The transmission was filtered through the Middle Beach communications center for all hypercom broadcasts to the planet, using a dedicated military-only circuit, then routed to the Daritha's Palace over a secure channel, and presented to the Governor's staff with the highest priority marking. Almost immediately, L'lawa was summoned to the com receiver, and within minutes he was connected by voice and holo to his fellow Rakata, the Grand Admiral.
=Governor L'lawa Rakata=
Grand Admiral Orsaa, this is Governor L'lawa. All is quiet on Lehon. There has been no change in the planet's status since our last face-to-face, and no unexpected military visitors or excessive criminal activities. If I may ask, what is the urgency in requesting an interim report, has something happened?
=Grand Admiral Orsaa Rakata=
Thank you Governor. The Aliit'alor will be pleased to hear that all is well. And no, nothing has happened ... yet. However, we have received a credible threat from a fanatic on a neutral world. He is childish and prone to grand-standing, but we believe he will attempt something big, and extremely personal to the Aliit'alor. Therefore, I must impress upon you the high likelihood that this attack would target the capital. I am sending your our intelligence file on the matter.
There was a beep, and seconds later the full data transfer was made available to L'lawa.
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Post by Plu Or'dinii on Feb 27, 2016 19:54:56 GMT -8
With a sudden flicker, a solitary Besuliik-class starfighter jumped into the Lehon system. Transmitting codes corresponding to a secret Clan Or'dinii military unit, the pilot proceeded toward the surface without altering his course or awaiting clearance. Those on the ground knew who he was, or at least, they knew enough to know that he had the right of way. Crossing through the twilight to the day side of Lehon, he intersected the orbit of the planet's largest moon, and began his descent to Middle Beach. The time was coming, and the capital had to be ready.
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Nov 4, 2016 20:21:44 GMT -8
In the depth of space just beyond the reaches of the Lehons orbit, too far for scanner or recon range, a small ship dropped from hyperspace. A sleek scimitar by design lingered briefly in space but was quickly followed in suit by a much more daunting force emerged from the emptiness of space. Why it was summoned was left to reason only by the individual aboard the small craft itself; which almost immediately moved to the largest ship and docked inside it's primary hangar.
The trip was longer than he had hoped. While he was sure that it was a tolerable one it had taken a turn for the worse when it dawned upon him that the burns upon his body weren't going to fully heal. It fully occurred to him as he pushed himself from the pilot's chair and began to make his way towards the docking ramp, greeted quickly by the a presence he had not seen in many a year. Admiral Thrael stood before him, a small hesitation washing over the darksider, and the Chiss immediately took a bow. An uncharacteristic display for the man who had sided with the LAN not long after he had departed. It seemed there was still much to be gained from those he had once kept in his employ, and while he had left the world behind so long ago none of those who had served him had fully abandoned him. In fact it was much to his pleasure that, as Thrael's prized Ysalamiri was not present, the darksider could feel the presence of his favorite students. He was no longer a Sith, but they would obey him none-the-less. In light of his failure on the peaceful planet of Naboo, it was time he took matters into a much darker hand. The crew, his daughter excluded, were no longer of a relative concern for life of his any longer. He would kill Adieumus but it would require more than he currently possessed.
Pushing himself, the pain surging through him and pressing him further, he made his way past the Admiral with an acknowledging nod and made haste to the medical bay. He knew that his student would meet him, it would require more than simply himself to undergo what he deemed necessary. There was nothing within his current method that could defeat the man, but there was nothing he couldn't surmise and produce and it was that that he would do. He would need nothing short of dauntless to defeat the Zabrak, but it would require something far different to defeat the warrior Prince. ”Mar'Loa,” He breathed as the miraluka woman came into the room. ”Summon the Vornskr... I require their presence, their pain...” He continued and stepped towards the table where he knelt to the ground and pressed his hands to a small box before him. He could feel them all: The crew, the vornskr, the admiral, his students and... the ysalamiri. There was a power to be derived from them all but only within the presence of his two strongest students. The human was still away, holding his own on the planet Matango had once called home, but the rest were still present. "Now,” he breathed heavily through his suits vocalizer as the miraluka, the Vornskr and his Sith Hybrid student joined them. ”You know what must be done, but this is nothing I can accomplish alone.”
With that he fell into silence and his focus moved inward. The darkness tugged inwards towards him, wrapping around him and his students as he focused the Force into what he knew to be a near unnatural Sith Alchemy. His body was his clay and the armor was his mold. The pain would be his strength and that strength his power. It mattered not what became of his body, what became of his form, but that it became a far stronger host for the power that grew within him. <<I'm coming for you, Matango.>> He echoed into the Force though he doubted the man could hear him. The process had begun, a process that would take time. And it was exactly that he possessed a plethora of.
Time.
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Nov 6, 2016 20:37:37 GMT -8
It was when she returned that he began to feel the beginnings of the changes he planned to induce upon himself. There wasn't pain, there wasn't fear, but there was a lust for power. A strange feeling was taking hold, one he was familiar with but never precisely ready for. The very reason for such, being that he was never the one that it was being applied to nor had he ever considered it as a possibility. And yet, as there he knelt, he could do nothing more than consider the possibilities. Drawing upon the dark side, pulling in the darkness, he could feel every part of his body opening up to his power. His muscles stretched, his blood began to run hot but the only focus of his mind was on the Vornskr that were treading slowly into the room. There was fear and hunger seeping into the room and, with each passing moment it's potency growing stronger, he locked on to it- focused on it with the intention of drawing it into himself. On a different perspective there was an unsettling feeling clinging into the Vornskr took root in it as it was slowly followed by two more.
It had been some time since he had felt or seen them, their very forms seeming to have continued to develop as time went on. The metallic grafts were the same, but their physical forms were bulkier than he had last seen. Muscles, senses and minds all seemed to have escalated in spite of their condition and capacity. Each of them appeared to be thriving in their pain and hunger, adapting thoroughly to the conditioning they had undergone so rigorously during his force of their evolution. However it was not them that he found his concerns fixating on the greatest, but the one untainted that continued to circle him like a wary challenger. He could feel it probing him with it's senses and with each passing moment sizing him up for the moment to strike for an easy kill. It was a formidable display of will but one that was forthwith in vain as he snapped out with his hand and gripped it's neck with the only unclothed hand he had removed of armor. A strange sensation given the variable changes taking place within his body, his arm feeling as if it was straining against his efforts with each moment even as it obeyed and excelled in his efforts.
Pulling the Vornskr close, he muttered under his breath something that made it's ears twitch. Not something it would understand, but something that would unfold in the almost unnoticeable melding of his own skin to the flesh of the beast held tightly in his grip.
A whine, a growl and many more followed as the Vornskr attempted to wrest itself free of his grip, but none of it's attempts proved fruitful. It was only as the his hand appeared to disappear into a merge with the beasts neck that the beasts own anatomy appeared to be receding in upon itself. An almost gruesome process, grotesque by appearance as each part of it's body retracted in upon itself. It was, however, not what was happening to the beast outside the armor that would be the most fearful of processes. Rather it was what was happening within the armor that would have left the inhabitants of the ship wrenching their guts. Pain and hatred flooded his body as the process before his eyes took it's place, where he had previously felt a heat in his blood and a strain in his muscles was now replaced with an excruciating pain. A pain that was met by a pressure as he knew his own body was pushing it's physical limits within his armor. And then, almost as if on cue, every bone in his body began to ache and mold in an excruciating fashion. Words could not explain it, only the sounds that escaped his lips could convey the pain and agony that gripped him.
The process was far from over, but by the sound of the bones snapping and tissues stretching as far as he could sense, feel and hear within the medical chamber. With time the process would be finished, but the pain would never end.
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Post by Abraxas Korax on Nov 12, 2016 19:05:29 GMT -8
The process lasted what felt like ages. Those looking on could describe it only as a witnessed terror as his body continued to warp before their eyes. However, what they could not see, within his body was the true dismal horror. Sounds, a symphony of bones cracking and a seepage of blood, could be heard within and without as his body changed. With each passing moment it seemed as if the excess mass from his merge with the still twitching creature that slowly, and eventually, disappeared, sloughed off through the seams and holes in his armor garbs. And yet, as the process was undertaken, from even the first moment not a single sound of regret or spoken disapproval was heard from his body. He had accepted the fate he was addressing himself, and knew that, no matter the cost, he would endure the pain and misery that was necessary to destroy the man he had so long neglected to end. It was those thoughts, the truth he would never speak, that drove him away from the insanity that threatened to consume him that accompanied the pain he endured. Contemplation and musings of plans and motives, enough to madden a man of a simpler mind.
It wasn't until he began to stir that it became clear that the process had finished. Each organ had moved into place, every inch of his skin had stretched to accommodate for the greater mass and as he rose slowly to his feet with his legs gently easing into their new design he turned in the puddle of blood and slough to face the crew that had come to watch. Men and women, officers and troopers, they were all the same in his eyes as he narrowed upon each of them through the Force. His vision red, his senses acute to each scent and sound through out the section of the ship he was in, he took what few moments he could to process this new condition. Before the hunger began to set in. A hunger that had begun to take hold from the moment the Vornskr had fully entered his body. While he was prepared for such a side effect, there was nothing that could have prepared him for the feeling of insatiable thirst and grueling emptiness that followed his rise. In that moment each of the people standing in the room with him was immediately lit up with a flare of heat and pungent Force aura for those that clung to it's energy knowingly or otherwise.
Then, without any warning of a reasonable kind save the small sound of a guttural growl, he lashed out towards one of the smaller troopers and in that same instant tore into his armor with his claws. The force threw the man into the wall and pinned him there as the plates of his armor were torn away by the beast's physical might. A scream escaped the lips of the man as he felt the armor and clothing torn from his chest and his neck and then, as quickly as he had realized he was in danger, he was dead. Blood flowing from the wound to the ground as all that could be seen was the massive arm of the beast plunged wrist deep into his chest. The vital organ was crushed in his hand but that was not where he sated his hunger. The hunger was fed by the flow of Force energy from the man's now dead and chilling body. It was only after the body had lost what was left of it's Force presence that the beast tore his hand from the man's chest and held it above where his mouth would be beneath his helmet; allowing the blood to drip into the small opening and around the protected vocal operators.
The hunger that had threatened to consume his mind was sated for the moment. But there were far greater things to be done. No more was the man that so many had known as Kajasecticus. What had been born there in that chamber, through gruesome power and vicious intent was the beast. A beast who would be known as Abraxas Korax. A beast with a hunger for the Force.
And with a insatiable desire to kill and consume Adieumus Matango.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Apr 7, 2017 8:45:32 GMT -8
==Rebuilding the Citadel SL==
<<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon>>
There was a flicker of pseudo motion at a small task force appear just beyond the second of Lehon's two moons. The core of the force was a pair of Imperial Keldabe-class battleships, KEL-403 "Nightfury" & KEL-1091 "Pride of the Ranger". However, they were far from alone. The massive Lucrehulk carrier variant, LHFBV-2940 "Maelstrom", launched five squads of fighters, twenty five in total. While that was far from its full compliment, it was enough to serve as a wide screen. Ranged all around this main group of ships were a dozen of the smaller, drone operated Imperial Crusader-class corvettes. In other places, the arrival of such a force would be seen as the beginning of an invasion. These ships, however, were broadcasting Clan D'Ordinii IFF codes. Making this more of a homecoming.
It was not overly long, maybe a few hours, before the task force had settled into orbit above the blue planet. With the certainty that the orbitals were now secured, a message was sent out. A short while later, The Deepdock class mobile shipyard that had been waiting a short jump away entered the system, followed by nearly a dozen Cargo variant Lucrehulks & a pair of Factory variant Lucrehulks. As they aren't as powerful as the military ships that went before, they take a good bit more time before they settle into an orbit of their own, joining the task force in geosynchronous orbit over Middle Beach.
Of course, there was already a steady stream of shuttles going back & forth between the lucrehulks well before they settled to a stop. The deepdock itself however, hand to unpack before it could begin work on the larger pieces for the planned construction project below. It was a process that would take several more hours again after it was in place. Well before it was ready, the first of the smaller pieces began to be shuttled down toward the planet.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Apr 8, 2017 7:33:35 GMT -8
==Rebuilding the Citadel SL==
<<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon>>
A steady stream of Lucrehulks enter the system, bringing ever more resources with them. As they are emptied of the preconstructed & unfinished materials in their holds, they once again leave the system. For the moment, the flow is a slow stream, as the majority of the cargo is material being fed into the mobile shipyard for the construction of the massive plates being installed below. A fair number however have holds full of equipment that is destined to be installed in the waters surrounding the newly build Citadel. Soon enough however, the mix will switch to more finished equipment & material for the mostly idle factory ships, as the construction switches from the raw frame to actually building the structure.
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Post by Duke Australis on May 18, 2017 15:33:10 GMT -8
The Teroch-type gunship was a mess. Sure, it was a new model with better technology on many fronts, but even with luck it may have been several hundred years old. More a cherished family heirloom then an active duty military vessel. It had no original parts left in it, the entire thing looked like a well maintained bucket of bolts, but for the last couple of years, this have been home. It wasnt even his. He was just the cook, explosives expert and enforcer. Being an enforcer on a mando ship where everyone was a soldier themselves was something though. He had the last say in every combat and gourmand situation, and he liked that.
The ships name was "Kad of Delight", it was a mandalorian ship, with old Australis IFF, whatever that now meant in these lowly and remote parts of the known galaxy. It was at the moment horribly under-crewed. There was Sherer, the woman that Duke would come closest to call a "Steady Shag", also the woman whom beats him up for such words said loudly. She was the sniper in the squad, also engineers assistant and patchwork navigator. Dobs was the Captain of the Ship, but Thats where his powers ended. Everything "Kad of Delight" was his domain, but left the job searching and operational command to his Cook. He was also the pilot. Lastly was the Hawal. A quasi slave, quasi future recruit. She was approximetley 15, and was found a year ago in the cargo hold as a stowaway. Impressed by the fact that she got on, they took her in as a stray and made her work hard for it. She helps out in the kitchen, does the laundry, dishes, cleaning, minor maintenance, and all other things nobody really has the stomach to. In return she has somewhere to belong and gets trained.
These last couple of years they have been saving creds, putting a small fortune together along with a small arsenal of weapons and ordinance. They got ready for the next Empire, the Next War, the NEXT CAUSE.
This was maybe IT, the capital IT.
-Dobs-
Kad of Delight reporting in.
He was never big with words.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on May 18, 2017 20:00:53 GMT -8
==Recruitment SL==
<<106 PP; G11 Sector, Lehon>>
The traffic control on the remote planet had gotten a serious upgrade when the Infinite Imperium had relocated the capital to the planet. The IFF was checked against the rather extensive database that the II had built up over its several iterations. Regarding most mandalorian clans, the database was surprisingly complete. After a short time the IFF was matched in the database. Powerful sensor satellites targeted the craft & did a detailed scan, however, out of politeness the II didn't bother to hide the fact they were doing scans. The details in the database had the IFF listed under the name Purple Haze & the hull configuration was slightly different from the previous ID as well. However, the information hadn't been updated in decades. It was perfectly expected that mandalorian ships would change over time, including names.
The automated system, however, was perfectly capable of handling that. If the changes had been extreme enough, the ship would have been rerouted to an orbital spaceport for a more detailed look. As it was, a drone fighter was shifted from one of the already deployed clouds of waiting craft. It would follow the craft at a respectful distance, but close enough to blow them out of the sky if they started making hostile moves. While the drone was still moving to meet up with the Kad, the automated system assigned the craft a flight path & a landing berth at the Middle Beach spaceport.
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Post by Duke Australis on May 18, 2017 20:17:39 GMT -8
On a spaceship, cooking is art more then anywhere else. You maybe have two or three machines you can work with, because the rest of the kitchen is storage or filled with other utillity appliances. Also, cooking isnt so visually awe inspiring with stew rolling in the cooks pan and broiling soups and what not. One slight malfunction of the gravity generator and the cook would get searing hot lunch in his face. It was all closed baking, cooking and mixing, but Duke had a very good hand with most off it. His vegie-n-proteindices soup was all done in one cooking container as he was taking the pasta out of the cloths dryer. The appliance was more then perfect for rolling and stretching pasta, sugar (sugar candy fridays) and clay explosives.
He was just about to take out the stretched pasta when Sherer bobbed her head in.
-Sherer-
"We are still alive and have been taken in for landing."
"I guess I havent made all this food for the stars then."
-Sherer-
"Duke, we just ate a hour ago."
"I know... I know... Just.... K rations. For the future, you know?"
-Sherer-
"Whatever, get yourself done, we are landing soon."
The Kad of Delight followed the flightpath given, no deviation, no unforseen movements.
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Jun 11, 2017 19:56:45 GMT -8
Alaric awoke from a recreationally induced sleep. The proximity alarm had activated in the final stretch of his journey to the mysterious planet of Lehon. The incessant beeping was now the background music to the Alaric’s morning routine. He stretched in his cot and groaned as he rolled his legs over the side and winced as his feet touched the cold durasteel floor. Stifling a yawn, Alaric reached out with his right hand, metal fingers gripped the half burnt cigarillo. His left hand gripped a small plasma torch and with practiced ease, lit the cigarillo and inhaled the contents of last night’s party. Inhaling deep, he then sighed releasing billows of smoke from his nose. He studied his ruined right hand for a moment. The mechanical fingers were silver and were the constant reminder of his failure on Malachor. The Sith Lord that called himself Jud’dayas had awoken him from stasis and humiliated him. The sith’s saber sliced through Alaric’s hand, burning off fingers and taking off the bottom half of his hand, disarming him.. The memory had brought him great discomfort and self doubt, but the effects of his smoking prevented him from digging deeper into his mind and reliving the moment.
The alarm finally shut off, meaning that the ship’s Captain had awoken as well and had made his way to the cockpit. Alaric rose to his feet and several puffs later he was fully dressed, face washed and moving through the small hallway towards the cockpit. The cockpit door opened with a hiss. Stepping inside, Alaric saw white hairs peeking out over the headrest of the pilot’s seat.
“About time you were up” Said Lee Scorsby, the weathered, grey haired pilot, and Alaric’s friend of several months. They had encountered one another at a Dresselian Port. Alaric was on the run from some unsavory agents of a Sith cult. Scorsby’s quick draw had saved Alaric’s life and together they escaped the planet. This was the beginning of a friendship as Alaric explained his unshakable need to understand the fall of Revan and the subsequent civil war. Scorsby was a bored old adventurer and for fair compensation agreed to chaperone the jedi from planet to planet.
Alaric waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah.. How far out are we?”
“About 20 minutes from the outskirts of the system.”
Sliding into the copilot’s seat Alaric replied, “Excellent, there’s a history of gravitational anomalies, Dodanna’s journal indicated that Revan’s ship crashed because of this.”
“Don’t you worry sonny, I’ve flown through the maw, not many pilots around these days can boast about that. And not many pilots can say they’ve discovered a lost planet. I’d have never thought to be out this far.”
“Rediscovered.” Alaric corrected, “I believe that Lehon has been lost and found half a dozen times. I wonder if we will find evidence of others who have walked into the past.”
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