Galdaart Fel
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Nov 21, 2017 8:47:13 GMT -8
He was light, far lighter than the gravitas of his words would seem to indicate. Like he would float away if he weren't anchored to the deck. As Ellie pressed her hands against his wound, she could feel his ribs, prominent like a famine victim. He moaned as she touched him, stirred slightly. Come on, Melia said, starting to drag him to the door. There were tears in her eyes, and her mouth was set in a hard line. When was the last time you did a battlefield dressing? Mel took Galdaart's arms as they reached the stairwell, and indicated his facial scarring. He's allergic to Bacta. We get him to medical, I can give him something for his disease... but we need to heal the wound the old-fashioned way. He coughed in his unconsciousness, and black-red phlegm spattered his check and lips, which Mel wiped away with her sleeve, opening drawers until she found what she was after -- a hypodermic syringe about three inches long, which she prepped. The liquid inside was a fluorescent green / yellow, and the markswoman affixed a rubber tourniquet around his forearm, exposing several other 'tracks.' His breathing sounded laboured, erratic. No more, Fel... no more she muttered, sticking him in the arm and depressing the plunger.
At that moment, the ship lurched slightly, signifying their release from the relative safety of hyperspace. Galdaart's eyes opened. Need... coordinates. Not safe... He looked over at the prone form of Janos, reached an IV-taped arm out to him.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Nov 21, 2017 10:05:09 GMT -8
*Fels body felt thin under ellies hands, almost sickly. Like death already had a grip on him before he was injured. She helped Melia carry Fel to medical. According to the other woman Fel was indeed sick, and also allergic to bacta.* "The last time was recently, actually." *She grabbed supplies and started to tend to Fel. First thing, stop the bleeding. That was easier said than done, as she pressed on the wound with a cloth and wiped away any excess blood. He wasn't bleeding internally, that was good. The rest of the work from there was difficult. Finally she got the wound to stop bleeding and bandaged, somewhat, properly.*
*She stepped back and looked at Melia.* "I...I think he'll be okay. He needs a real medic though. I'm just not good at this kinda stuff."
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Nov 22, 2017 19:09:01 GMT -8
His vision swam; sweet sweet oxygen filled his lungs, and his senses slowly returned. He heard Galdaart, weak and struggling. Janos wasn't much better, in all honesty. He was right, they needed a safe place. Sith were after him, and Galdaart - and everyone else for that matter. A few jumps in hyperspace could be tracked. They'd need to do a long string of jumps, preferably to a remote location. His mind spun. Where could they go?
There was only one place. Remote. Distant. And hard to get into. Ison - which was the domain of his oath-brother, Jashin. A savage pirate, Jashin's lust for freedom and credits had driven him to construct a base far on that icy moon, a haven for all outlaws, smugglers, and ne'er do wells. It was hard to jump into, though; they would need to stop at one of the planets in the Ison Corridor to contact the man. From there, the alien could escort them through safe routes to the safe haven.
"V-varonat. Anoat s-sector. Greater Javin." Janos replied, weakly. Bespin was too hot nowadays - its Tibanna had gained it great fame. But Varonat was just civilized enough - yet remote - to have medical facilities that could help them.
Janos' vision swam, and unconsciousness overtook him once again. He had reached his limit. Now, he would have to rest...
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Nov 25, 2017 17:56:54 GMT -8
"V-varonat. Anoat s-sector. Greater Javin." Janos replied, weakly. Bespin was too hot nowadays - its Tibanna had gained it great fame. But Varonat was just civilized enough - yet remote - to have medical facilities that could help them. Easy, buddy... It's not that simple with folks like me. You? Sure, we can get spares from anywhere -- CHEAP, too. He chuckled, and looked back to Melia. Get me... up. Just gotta get us moving, then I'll rest, I swear. He nodded to Ellie as well, while they helped him shakily to his feet. As they moved to the door of the med-bay, he looked back over his shoulder, where Wrench, now standing on only two legs and shuffling around to face them, stood by the bed where he had been only moments before. And you? Go make yourself useful... Clean the Starboard injector coils, or something... They half-carried, half-supported him as they moved up to the flight deck. When he sat once more in the pilot's seat, he seemed to come alive, focus, bend to the task at-hand. The job was not an easy one, programming near a dozen small jumps to throw off their potential pursuers, navigate the cosmos, and get them to their destination, all without taking a course so long a week would pass with them stuck aboard-ship. It took him nearly an hour, but finally he leaned back and entered the first jump in sequence. Only once had Fel opened a chart, or consulted a nav databank aboard the Spear. Nodding, he engaged the hyperdrive, and the ship disappeared into the stars once more. He was exhausted and once more at the brink of collapse after the job was done, but there was a smirk back in place on his features, and he seemed content. I figure about nine hours to Varonat. Now... where's my bunk? |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2017 19:25:24 GMT -8
==20 years BBY.==
*The Javelin, an Acclamator-class assault ship, fought desperately to escape a Separatist cruiser. A grave error in the Admrials judgement had brought the The Javelin almost directly ont top of a Separatist cruiser in deep space. The Acclamator was supposed to be heading to Felucia, now it was heading straight for the edge of an astroid field all the while dodging turbo laser fire and boarding parties. Smoke poured from scars that now ran down the vessels hull, things inside were fairing just as poorly.*
*The sound of a Z6 rotary cannon filled the hall as it sent blaster bolts carving through the endless swarm of battle droids. Dutch and Spade were despaerately trying to hold back the onslaught of B1 battle droids that were attempting to reach the bridge. Dutch silently cursed the Admirals careless actions as another line of B1s dropped in front of him.*
"Short cut my backside!" "*Spade yelled from beside Dutch.* "I'd like a few words with him after this."
"If we make it through this. Then I think we all will." *Dutch didn't like to speak negatively of his commanding officers. Though right now, he couldn't help but agree with Spade. From behind, a third trooper appeared.* "What's going on up there Crash?"
"What, no hello or anything?" *Crash asked sarcastically before putting his hands up in a defensive manner.* "Right. The Admiral is taking us through some kind of anomaly. Don't ask cause I don't know. The thing looks like some kind of gas cloud. We should be reaching it in a matter of..."
*The trooper never had time to finish his sentence. A massive impact rocked the ship from bow to stern. As if the Acclamator had smashed straight into a wall. All three troopers were tossed off their feet and slammed into the floor. Lights flickered, alarms shrieked in warning and the massive vessel groaned like a dying beast. Chaos rained for several minutes before a deathly silence filled the air.*
*Dutch painfully crawled to his feet and looked around. The main power was off, now the hall was bathed in the red glow of emergency lights. His gaze landed on the droids now standing lifeless in the hall. Whatever they hit fried the B1s completely. Not only that, it seemed all their coms were down as well. He glanced at the other two.* "Make sure these droids stay down. I'm going to the bridge."
==Two weeks later==
*Two weeks. That's how long it had been, two long painful weeks. The Javelin had sustained extensive damage from the anomaly they had flown into. Their electrical systems had taken the brunt of it. Making communications impossible and prevented hyperspace travel. Luckily for them, the Separatist cruiser decided against following them. They were behind schedule and still sported some structural damage. All that was about to change. After two weeks of being lost in the anomaly that been both their prison and their savior, they had finally broken free. From where he stood on the bridge, Dutch watched the crew make the final preparations before jumping to Felucia. Hope was rebuilding in him where doubt had started to grow as he watched the ship enter the blue tunnel of hyperspace.*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 23:41:10 GMT -8
Sighing in relief as the swirling blues of the hyperspace tunnel they have entered replace the sea of stars they had left when leaving real space, Lorcan squints as he leans forward to verify that he has set the autopilot correctly, grateful that it will be handling things until they reach their destination, assuming, of course, that he has set the course correctly. Nodding in satisfaction, almost positive that the course was set correctly, Lorcan stands up and starts heading forward to the area of the modified Pursuer-class that has been converted into a common area to make sure his son and daughter have not gotten into too much trouble yet.
"I'm starved, Lorcan announces when he reaches the common area and finds Raine and Eimhin are both still breathing and don't appear to have sustained any injuries. Pointing towards the galley, Lorcan cheerfully suggests, Let's see what Auntie Fee has stocked on this hunk of junk, huh?"
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Post by Raine Bralor on Dec 27, 2017 0:02:51 GMT -8
*Eventually the ship leveled out into a smooth flight, from what figured was their journey through hyperspace. She was unbuckling Eimhin when her buir entered the common area and began looking for food. Releasing her brother, she set him on the floor to run loose. She cast her buir a sideways glance before muttering a comment just loud enough for him to hear.* "Gee, that ride was almost as wild as the time my friends and I stole....a speeder..." *Her words trailed off as she realized what she was telling her buir. Her face grew bright red and she tried to cover her statement a little to quickly.* "I..I mean. Is there anything good to eat in there?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2018 12:45:02 GMT -8
Lorcan laughs as he asks, "You stole a what now? Arching an eyebrow as he realizes that he might want to rethink his reply, Lorcan begins rooting through the foodstores he has found as he says, I mean, stealing is wrong, ok? Don't ever do it again, got it? Yes or yes? Alright, good talk. Moving on to the more important subject of what there is to eat, Lorcan, blindly trusting that Raine will be quick enough to catch everything he starts tossing over his shoulder as he calls it out, Let's see, we got some spiced leathermeat. I got dibs on that. Aaaand we have some roba pie, some roast shatual, and, oh I love this stuff, some haarshun bread."
Beginning to root around for utensils, plates, and water to soak the haarshun bread in, Lorcan, thinking about his response to what Raine said, asks, "So when and where did you steal this speeder? And who were these friends? No one on Manda'yaim I hope?"
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Post by Raine Bralor on Jan 2, 2018 14:57:25 GMT -8
*Raine bit her lip when her father berated her.* "I know stealing is wrong. We just...panicked." *She easily caught everything her buir tossed to her and set it on the table. She sat down and waited for what her buir was going to say, she knew he wasn't just going to leave it alone.*
*She fidgeted some when Lorcan began to ask the where and why of the speeder theft.* "No, it wasn't on Manda'yaim. This was before I left Nar Shaddaa. My friends were other orphans I was living with at the time. We stole it as a means to escape some pirates who took residence in what we thought was an abandoned hangar. Turns out it wasn't and we had to make an escape or..." *She trailed off on the last part. What would of happened didn't need to be said.* "I'm sorry."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2018 22:47:26 GMT -8
Dismissing Raine's apology with a casual wave of his hand, Lorcan, not wanting to think much about what would have happened had Raine not stolen the speeder, asks, "What for? It sounds like you acted resourcefully and, uh, what's the word? Prudently, yeah, that's it, and so I amend my earlier statement to include a clause justifying theft when there is a clear and present danger present that requires . . . procurement and the, er, subsequent utilization of any present resources. Pursing his lips in thought as he plays that back in his head, Lorcan grins upon finding it sounds really quite good, and then nods for emphasis as he opines with his very best sagacious expression and tone, Look, there are very few things in the universe that are always hard and fast truths; nearly everything is situational, yeah? Lifting one hand, he expounds on his point, Theft for personal gain or thrills, not cool. Lifting his other hand, he continues, Theft borne from self preservation or the defense of those you hold dear, cool. Got it? Good, he says, confident enough in what he has said to assume that there is no need to dwell on the subject, then rubs his hands together as he nods towards the table and says, Now go get your brother and let's eat."
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Post by Raine Bralor on Jan 3, 2018 13:16:36 GMT -8
*He wasn't mad then. Raine almost breathed a sigh if relief.* "So like a two sides of the same coin kinda deal?" *That was something she could deal with. She hurried into the common area and released Eimhin and brought him back to the kitchen. She sat down at the table and tried to find something she wanted to eat.* "So...what were the people we're looking for on Yavin 4 for anyway?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2018 20:21:00 GMT -8
Pointing an index finger at Raine with a cheery grin, Lorcan confirms that she has understood the point he had been making, "Got it in one, buddy!" Beginning to dish out the food he and Raine had collected, dividing it between himself and his children, Lorcan frowns pensively when Raine asks about the missing members of Clan Bralor that they are headed to Yavin to try and find, learn the fates of, or more likely than either of those options in Lorcan's mind, hear vague rumors about that ultimately lead to nothing. The so-called crusade against Force users set in motion by the last Mand'alor is a sore subject for Lorcan, not only because he has recently learned that Raine is a Force sensitive, but also because he lost his nephews, Faelan's sons, in them.
Taking his seat after the food has been dished out, Lorcan answers Raine in an atypically bitter tone that unintentionally reveals his distaste for what he speaks of, "Mando'ade, members of our clan that were sent by the previous Mand'alor to Yavin 4 during the crusade against Force users to pirunir sur'haaise the jetiise. * A two man scout sniper team attached to a surveillance and target acquisition platoon went missing during the fighting, presumed to have been KIA. Dunking some of the haarshun bread in water so that it regains its edible softness, Lorcan explains, Torin has heard some rumors that he wants me to look into. Something vague about Mando'ade having been spotted in the jungle somewhere by smugglers who have a hideout on the moon, he lifts a hand and waves it around as he goes on, or maybe they only found some bones wearing pieces of beskar'gam, or saw someone that is just wearing beskar'gam they found in the jungle, the rumor, which is second hand at best, not from the smugglers themselves, isn't too clear. Either way, he says with a sigh, Torin wants me to look into it."
It seems highly unlikely to Lorcan that the scout sniper team is still alive, roaming the jungles of Yavin 4, and more likely that the smugglers found some pieces of beskar'gam in the jungle, gods know enough Mando'ade died in those jungles, leaving a gauntlet here or greave or pauldron there behind in the blood soaked dirt of the jungles, but he understands why Torin has sent him all the same; they have a duty to their clanmates, living or dead, to learn their fates and bring them home if possible, even if it is only their bones and beskar'gam that remain to be brought back to Manda'yaim.
* kill, injure or defeat the Jedi
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Post by Raine Bralor on Jan 3, 2018 20:54:23 GMT -8
*A war against the force users, people like her. The trip to Yavin suddenly seemed less fun now. Her mood drastically changed at the thought of looking for people that were sent to hunt down force users. She poked at her food some before managing to eat it.* "So I get the importance of why we need to find them. What happens if the rumors are true and they're still out there?" *The what ifs started to run through her mind. What if they still thought the war was going on. Then what would they think of her?*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2018 21:30:10 GMT -8
As though the answer to her question should be obvious, Lorcan shrugs and says, "We bring them home, and then, guessing what Raine might be concerned about, says reassuringly, Look, for one thing, I think that possibility is a really, really remote one. These are resourceful dudes, right? If they survived, they would have made it to one of the colonies on Yavin 4, found their way home on their own by now. And, waving a hand up and down to indicate Raine's body, it isn't like they can look at you and know you're a Force sensitive, and even if they could, you're with me, you're Mando'ade, and the jihad is long since over, right? Look, the resol'nare demanded that we fight in the war the Mand'alor declared, but that didn't mean we believed in it, ok? Diluting his point down to it's most essential essence, Lorcan concludes, You don't have to worry about being a Force sensitive, Raine. Not with me, and not with your clan. If they're alive, they're your aliit, and you have nothing to fear from them."
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Post by Raine Bralor on Jan 3, 2018 21:54:56 GMT -8
*Raine thought about it for a moment before giving her buir a nod. He was right, they wouldn't be able to tell if she was force sensitive or not. Besides, they were aliit, she couldn't just leave them.* "We bring them home." *She paused for a moment and shoved some food into her mouth. Once she was able to speak again, she gave her buir a sheepish grin. * "Maybe not right away. I kinda want to explore Yavin for a while."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2018 23:16:38 GMT -8
Shaking his head as he laughs, Lorcan crinkles his nose as he says, "If this little adventure turns out to be the wild porg chase I think it will, we'll have more than enough time to explore Yavin, trust me. Gesturing with his fork towards Eimhin and then Raine's plates, Lorcan says cheerfully, Haili cetare! After we eat, we'll get some rack time. You never know when you'll get the chance to sleep again once you start an op, he says in the voice, probably familiar to Raine by now, he uses when he thinks he is being instructive, so you should always sleep when you have the chance, yeah?"
Cleaning up after they have all finished their meals, accompanied by a few more of Lorcan's lessons on life of various degrees of usefulness, Lorcan tells Raine, "I'll finish up here, why don't you go get Em settled, he smiles as he looks at his son and sees that his head is already beginning to bob down, his eyes struggling to stay open, and then get some sleep yourself. I'll wake you when we are about to exit hyperspace," he concludes, his tone somewhat less than confident as he tries to remember which lever he will need to pull in order to get back into realspace when the time comes.
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Post by Raine Bralor on Jan 3, 2018 23:54:01 GMT -8
"I'm always good with a little adventure."*She finished eating and helped her buir clean up real quick. Her attention turned to Eimhin when Lorcan mentioned sleep. Raine gave a small smile at how tired Eimhin looked.*
*She gathered her little brother up and got him settled for a nap. A few minutes later she dropped into her bunk and buried herself in the blankets. She was excited and thought it would be difficult to sleep. However, she was asleep in minutes,
gather what energy she needed for later.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2018 21:20:22 GMT -8
Waking up when the ship's alarm, set to notify him of when the time to exit hyperspace arrives, sounds off in his quarters, Lorcan rubs his eyes sleepily and, deciding to let Raine and Eimhin sleep a while longer, picks up his buy'ce as he makes his way from his quarters to the bridge.
Settling into the pilot's seat, Lorcan squints as he searches for the hyperdrive controls, and when he finds them, takes the ship back into realspace . . .
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2018 15:09:08 GMT -8
Aboard The Silent Observer
Znalost sat at the pilot's seat and stared off in the hypnotic blue swirls of hyperspace, he thought about the events on Korriban and how he should proceed with Project Lazarus. Since controlling the zombies without any assistance would most likely result in his death and others, he would seem that either sith alchemy or some sort of technology would be needed or perhaps a combination of both. First things first once back on Iridonia he would have to try and recreate the korriban zombies, before any attempts on figuring out a way to control them. For what good is an army if you can't control it and what good is a means to control an undead army without any soldiers in it. Znalost would have plenty of time to figure it out, without any interruptions from Sith'ari Savage. Since he most likely would have been able to sense what Znalost would be doing and would most likely had to investigate it and while Znalost wasn't a hundred percent certain on it, Viox would most likely destroy any and all specimens. That was the main reason why Znalost had chosen to find the Korriban Zombies and try to recreate them while Viox was away, busy with his raid on the Jedi. Znalost was looking forward to the many, many tests that he would have to perform to ensure that he could recreate the zombies and that he could control them. It wouldn't be to much longer before he was back at his Laboratory.
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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on May 7, 2018 14:49:23 GMT -8
The Conquered Star continued along its journey to Felucia, drawing ever closer to the upcoming raid. Standing over the holo-map, Petrovsky was analyzing the available data. It wasn't much, but there was enough to allow him to formulate a plan of attack. Even with the confidence of his odds, bearing down on the Jedi with a Resurgent, he still needed to be cautious, otherwise he'd risk losing the entire ship and the Blackguard members would effectively be trapped on Felucia until someone responded to the distress beacon. Though it would not come to that. Harlan knew his abilities and the abilities of his crew. They could pull this off. And should he need aid, he could contact the Navy to send in a few ships to aid in their escape. Though he hoped he wouldn't be pressed so far to have to resort to that. The Resurgent was massive, heavily armed and boasting top of the line weapons and fighters. She would accomplish the task set out before them. It was only a matter of time now. Soon they'd be on Felucia's doorstep, engaging whatever orbital defenses they had. And their window of opportunity to get the Sith to the surface would be small. Once the Jedi realized what they were doing, they'd surely counter with everything available to them. So Viox and his landing parties would have to be ready to launch from the hangar the moment they were in position...
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