Hangar

The academy's ATC terminal replies promptly, having been expecting Riddick's arrival after being contacted by the CDF's planetary traffic control officer, Clearance granted Baker One Actual. After giving Riddick instructions on where his fighter and the transport he escorts can set down, the terminal crew member adds, Master Roma has been informed of your arrival and will be on hand to meet you once you've set down. Welcome back to Corellia, Tower out.


Watching as the hangar crew directs Riddick and the transport he escorts to their landing berths, I make my way over to Riddick's fighter as the hangar crew scurries about to help with any post-flight routines or maintenance that either ship might require, and wait until Riddick exits his fighter to greet him with an informally warm bow, saying, "It is good to see you, as always, Riddick. Canting my head to the side at an inquisitive angle, recalling that Riddick is not often inclined to waste time with idle chatter, I ask with a bemused smile to off-set the shift from greeting to learning what has prompted his visit, To what do we owe this unexpected pleasure?"

My left lekku swishes to curl around the outside of my hip as, after Riddick has explained what has brought him here, I purse my lips somberly while giving the matter some thought before replying, "Our Grandmaster, Aerandir Calmcacil, would undoubtedly be quite interested in your proposals Riddick. Having become, of late, more involved in my role as an educator, I am less able to address the matter of who among the leadership of the Alliance than others in the Order, and so add, He would also be better able than I to suggest who would be best to speak with among the Alliance and other entities opposed to the First Order."

Imagecaster technology making communication between planets a simple enough matter, I suggest, "Would you like me to see if I can arrange a meeting via imagecaster with Grandmaster Calmcacil while you are here?"

I smile with a nod, realizing that I should have anticipated that Riddick would be more comfortable with a face to face meeting than with an imagecaster conference, "Of course. Pursing my lips in thought, I muse aloud, A pity you had not arrived just a but sooner; I have actually just sent Master Sontir and Mike Frantz to meet with our Grandmaster on Felucia. Arching an eyebrow in thought, I say, Still, your journey need not be entirely in vain, the Corellian Defense Force has ties with the Alliance, so a meeting with one of their leaders to discuss how you and yours might aid in the struggle against the First Order might prove fruitful, hmmm? Nodding, I call to mind the CDF leaders that have worked with our academy in the past and suggest, Admiral Biancardi with the CDF has always proven open minded in the past, Shall I invite her here to the academy to meet with you?"

As she was greeted by Jared Luon So bowed in a typical show of Kaminoan graciousness and respect, although there was a slight wobbliness to the motion due to her having not yet performed such a gesture on her new prosthetic legs. Straightening back up with the barest hints of a smile, she spoke. "Thank you for your time Master Flint. My name is Luon So; I recently fled my homeworld to avoid execution due to my genetic...abnormalities and was only able to escape death by drawing on what little I know of the Force to overpower my guards and reach one of the ships on a nearby landing pad. I no longer have a home to return to, and know little in the way of skills outside of genetics and cloning which serve little purpose outside of a fairly specific field. If the Order is willing, I should like to study with the Jedi so as to better understand my gifts and hopefully acquire skills with which I can survive on my own away from my people. I hate to ask so much of the order, and with nothing to offer in terms of compensation, but I fear that the Administrators may seek to return me to Tipoca City against my will to face execution and I don't know who else to turn to..." Her voice was calm and all but devoid of emotion, as was typical of her kind, yet a storm of fear, frustration, anger, and uncertainty raged about her in the Force unrestrained by the untrained Force user. An attentive observer might also notice how tightly she gripped the shaft of her Force Pike, an uncharacteristic tell of her emotional state for a Kaminoan even if it appeared subtle to those of other cultures. 

Luon So nodded, the faint smile still on her face as she spoke, her grip on the force pike relaxing slightly as it became clear that she had found sanctuary. "Thank you none the less for your kindness and generosity Master Flint. My kind are not the most outgoing of races and I am well aware of the fact that many find our emotional coldness to be...unsettling, to say the least. I am not accustomed to receiving such favorable treatment without having done something to merit it. As for your suggestion, I must admit that I have very little in the way of practical medical knowledge; I specialized in the shaping and manipulation of DNA, and while I could certainly identify all sorts of information from a mere sample or string together the genetic sequences of entire new species little of what I know has direct applications to actual medicine." There was almost a faint sense of pride in how she spoke of her skills; an intonation formed by years of dedication to a craft and the success that came with such specialization. "None the less, I do agree that such a path would likely make the most sense for me. The medical arts are the closest branch of knowledge to my specialty, and perhaps if I knew more about medicine and how the body's reconstructive functions work I could find a way to remedy genetic abnormalities such as bacta allergies. I do have one request, however..." She paused for a moment to decide on how to best phrase her request. "...I don't just want to study the healer's arts. I want to be able to defend myself properly should I find myself in such a situation again. My escape was...messy and it was only due to the fact that my captors were unaware of my connection to the Force that I succeeded. I want to be prepared next time..."

[ Ruubin Tanser | Bridge | Bantha-class assault shuttle, Midnight Seven | Hangar Bay | Jedi Academy | Corellia ] Attn: @kaiyaordo

“Control, this is Midnight Seven” said Ruubin Tanser on an open comm to the Jedi Academy's Bay Control, “I'm just going to run a pre-flight test, no launch actual, over.”

“Acknowledged, Midnight Seven. Over.” Was the response.

Returning to his work, the Alliance veteran began running diagnostics and a pre-launch check of all systems. The primary hyperdrive seemed to be shaky, but the back-up was ready to go at a moment's notice. Still, he ought to have the hyperdrive looked at, unless he wanted to end up in some different timeline again. Many wondered at how his youth was maintained, but he'd simply jumped over several years, an experience he didn't intend to repeat, considering that was about when Ami-Lee had disappeared, and he always couldn't help but wonder if he'd been there, whether she'd be still free and safe from the Empire, then the First Order. Now he had no idea. His stray thoughts were interrupted by an urgent blinking red light on his comm console, indicating a long distance pre-recorded message encrypted for his eyes alone.

He inputted the necessary codes then played the message, and his eyes widened. He recognized the HRD speaking. Gina was Jaime's companion, but she was using codenames, meaning they were active again, but also in great need.

“Blast, Jaime, what've you gotten yourself into now?” He made a copy of the message and its intel and shut down the shuttle, flagging down the technicians to have a urgent look at the hyperdrives. The Alliance had a squadron of commandos due to accompany him on a patrol mission and investigate a contested planet. But he needed to help his brother in law too. His best bet was to ask for help directly from the Jedi allies. They had to have someone that they could send with him. He had the feeling that he couldn't do this alone, and not even with the Crimson Commandos.

He didn't have to go far before he saw someone that might be a Jedi, and he approached the person from behind, “Pardon me, ma'am, but could you spare me a moment of your time, please? I have an urgent matter and require immediate assistance.”