Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 11, 2018 19:03:55 GMT -8
The little girl squirmed face grimacing fiercely
"Could you put me down?"
Grace looked at her with a smile. She was lively, more lively than expected
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Sept 11, 2018 19:09:17 GMT -8
A laugh left Rhiannon's lips as she hung tightly to the girl. May all Light forgive her initial instinct to respond to the request by dropping the girl to the ground. The elder bent setting Maureen on her feet then standing she held onto the child's shoulders in case she lose her footing and fall. The woman's eyes met those of Grace
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Sept 11, 2018 19:33:01 GMT -8
Laoch smiled at Maureen and at last holstered the gun. Kieran watched eyes to Rhiannon then Maureen then back again. He was a suspicious man, always had been and would always remain. But Kieran was logical too and all seemed copacetic. His feet were itching; it was time to move on
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 12, 2018 18:34:58 GMT -8
The woman slowed her racing mind down to a snails' pace. Enough toying around. She looked at her crew. Then the Jedi. Eyes narrowing she wondered muttering
-Grace-
"Guess you're one of us too now....."
Taking the little girl's hand she drew the child close. Maureen put up no opposition
-Grace-
"We're moving now."
At that she led the sorry lot away
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Sept 12, 2018 21:09:04 GMT -8
Kieran walked into the hanger leadin the pack to the YT-1300 light freighter. There he let go of Rhiannon's arm and took Maureen's tiny hand in his as the hatch popped open and he led the girl onboard. Sitting he spoke
Kieran-
"You see alot of the time adults make the simple complicated."
Smiling politely
-Kieran-
"I like uncomplicating things."
Laoch taking a seat across from the pair subconsciously caressed under his left shoulder at Kieran's last words
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Sept 12, 2018 21:14:54 GMT -8
Entering her Theta-class T-2c shuttle Rhiannon dropped her right hand in qa chopping motion. At that simple gesture her crew fired the ship up and they were gone
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Twi'leck Triplet Dubh
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 25, 2021 20:34:34 GMT -8
Pulling into the hangers at the Jedi Temple carefully Gid guided and Parked the ship. Powering down she stood, taking the pistol from the cash and slipping it into the holster under here left arm. Quietly she walked from the ship with her sisters in toe. The hanger snapped shut as the three girls walked away disappearing through a door into the Temple proper
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Twi'leck Triplet Dubh
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 25, 2021 22:48:43 GMT -8
Gid shuffled them from the J edi res and straight into their ship -Gid- "We crash here!" Not a word of argument from either sister; both were fast asleep before their heads touched the pillow. Settling in sitting in the pilot's seat Gid thought for a few hours before quietly flipping a few switches and firing the old beast up. The Firespray-31-class lifted up and they edged slow out of the spaceport
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Min
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Post by Min on Sept 24, 2024 14:37:49 GMT -8
[ Eamin “Min” Thunderstone | Cockpit | Onion-class dropship, Fragrant | The Tower Hangar | Jedi Temple | Coruscant ] Getting around any and all sensors on Coruscant was hard, but Min didn't want to attract any attention....which...probably would have been better and easier if she'd taken a more non-descript ship. As it was, an onion-shaped ship was a little hard to ignore once she'd decloaked, and landed it as much into a corner as she could. As this place was now declared a museum site, there weren't a lot of craft around. There was one or two derelict ships, and a few ships that seemed to be more for display than for use, if the holograms and signage over or on them were any indication.
Her ship had a fair few droids, some battle droids, a few droid fighters, but a much greater number of bulk loader droids. The rest of the dropship was filled with crates and knick-knacks. A few of them even had damaged and utterly corrupted Sith Holocrons. Damaged beyond repair. Min had taken great delight in obliterating them, but she kept the husks and shells of the holocrons. She still liked using them for target practice or subjecting them to any other abuse that amused her.
She hoped some were important and valuable.
Now that landed, she decided to take a look around and make note of where there were signs of real activity. She wanted to make the temple her personal hideaway, but she had to make sure nobody else had the same idea, or it'd defeat the purpose. There was also all likelihood Min could have easily just bought a warehouse in Coruscant city. It wasn't like the First Order was actively picking fights with every individual, even if Min did have a ridiculously large personal ship in the form of a pink star destroyer. But that said, the Jedi Temple resonated with her, and she relished the idea of using it, and eventually word getting out there was a Sith living in the Jedi Temple. Oh wouldn't that be scandalous?
Of course, letting news get out was counterproductive to making this a hideaway, so she shelved leaking such news out anytime soon. Decision made, she stepped out, looking extremely tiny with the backdrop of an overgrown onion, and darted away after a cursory examination with both sight and the Force to determine if there was any living presence.
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