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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 15:18:06 GMT -8
Dresden sighed as his commlink sprang to life. ATC was beside itself at the appearance of the fleet. The MDF was quite ready to unleash hell on them for interfering with commerce. The RoboNinja was sorely tempted to fling them out of orbit with his mind, but that might have been a step too far. Instead, he flashed the Major his most saccharine, artificially sweet smile, and in a tone that suggested unspeakable evil, he asked a simple question.
"Would you be a dear and have your fleet move a few light minutes thataway? I'd be ever so grateful."
The bags under his eyes betrayed the former Shard's utter exhaustion. His guest's pain had been quite apparent, despite her attempts to hide it. Between the agony suffusing the whole ship and his own reluctance to meet the horrors in the world of dreams, sleep had been something that happened to other people here lately. He was, in other words, quite grumpy.
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Post by The Major on Oct 28, 2013 17:30:03 GMT -8
Spirits raised, the Major offers the ex-shard a pained yet chippy salute, before gazing back out the window with one of the lenses of her glasses glowing. Soon enough, the fleet started to peel back, while one SD moved in closer and closer. By this time, Dresden most likely went off to inspect his ship and manage the process of landing. Who knows? She didn't. She was a glow with possibility as they canted down and traveled to the galactic marketplace.
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Post by Nase Talsey on Nov 10, 2013 1:32:44 GMT -8
From the depths of hyperspace a Sentinel Class Landing Craft emerged and glided towards the blue and green world. The ship began a lazy loop on the outskirts of the sensor perimeter while the communications officer on board the vessel matched the frequency for landing clearance.
"This is Imperial Transport Stalwart Hope contacting Dressel control. Do you read us?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2013 16:38:04 GMT -8
Orbital control examined the shuttle's transponder codes, and found nothing irregular. Its trajectory was well within acceptable limits, and its paperwork was in order. The procedures to clear the ship to land were well under way. All they had to do was wait for the pilot to ask permission.
Stalwart Hope, this is Dressel ATC. We read you lima charlie. How may we be of assistance?
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Post by Nase Talsey on Nov 10, 2013 19:38:55 GMT -8
"General, we've made contact." Said an imperial army officer, with a hand to his ear piece.
General Talsey released his restraints and rose from his plush seat and walked to the communication suite where the officer was sitting. He removed his headset and offered it to the general who took it with a nod of thanks. Holding it against his face the general spoke in his baritone voice…
"Dressel ATC, this is General Talsey of the Imperial Army. We respectfully request permission to land at your docking facilities in order to conduct some business in your famous marketplace."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2013 20:10:06 GMT -8
As it was a military vessel, it was flagged for customs inspection upon landing. Dressel's strict neutrality required that all military craft, regardless of origin, receive some form of inspection. For a small shuttle, it might take a few minutes. For the ISD that landed earlier, it might take days.
Please land and standby for inspection. After you clear customs, you are free to enjoy the market. Be advised that leaving the Market/Breehara area requires a separate visa. Please enjoy your stay.
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Post by Nase Talsey on Nov 11, 2013 16:24:59 GMT -8
"We acknowledge, thank you Dressel ATC." Said Talsey through the headset before returning it to the communication officer.
The Sentinel shuttle altered it's heading and followed the transmitted coordinates towards the designated landing berth.
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Post by Will Sontir on Nov 21, 2013 23:42:44 GMT -8
The Corellian freighter carrying the four jedi escaping the Mandalorian attack at the med center planetside breaks atmosphere into orbit. Jedi Master Will Son'tir works furiously at the controls plotting a course. An additional X-wing, shortly after breaks orbit slaved in following vector.
Will spares an eye to Joshua, who is still barely conscious; Son'tir furies his brow in confusion. It can't be he that is working the controls of the following X wing. The Jedi Master's piercing blue eyes look to the Padawan next to him, who has her datapad out communicating with what must be her astromech and HER X wing. He shakes off the confusion and looks to Alexis.
Great flying, kid. Now that we are off that rock and out of that mess, care to explain to me what is going on around here? How did you get those bucketheads on your tail out here? Will left the question open for whoever wanted to answer and eyed both younger jedi in restrained exasperation.
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Post by syla on Nov 22, 2013 7:31:12 GMT -8
*After landing and realising she was alive, Syla found herself on the floor in foster pose, her entire front torso burned and in pain, and... kinda bare since the heavy blaster disintegrated her cloths and the medical supplies she had stashed in them. Now, medical supplies were gone and steam, she barely put out the fire on her cloths, and she was soon realising that her nipples would be cooked "Well done" if she doesnt remove her piercings this bloody instant. The rings had become searing hot from the blastershot, and her entire front was red and filled with boils. Two quick cuts with the hand sized powercutter, and she was nipplepiercing free in an instance.
She got up slowly and stumbled her way to the refresher, getting the rests of her leather jacket and ruinned shirt off, didnt even bother with the pants and the boots, she just set the water on icey cold and quaranteened herself under the falling water, trying to cool her burned body.
All the jedi would find of her for the coming couple of hours would be two lone rings on the floor outside the refresher.*
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Nov 22, 2013 16:20:07 GMT -8
"Thanks." By the time their situation had stabilized enough that Alexis could look around and see where the medical supplies were Syla had already vanished. She frowned. However, the cyberpunk padawan had seemed fully capable of taking care of herself. Alexis looked up from her datapad and met Will Son'tir's gaze directly enough. "I didn't. Josh needed help, so I answered. The Mandalorians were already riled." She glanced over at Josh's unconscious form, "Only he and Syla know what triggered all the mayhem planetside. I simply jumped in."
She was pleased that so far R8 was doing an excellent job tailing the freighter. Not that she'd have expected anything less of him though. Dav had chosen him on purpose. She tucked her datapad back under her elbow, glad that Will had taken over the freighter's controls, and moved over closer to Josh. She placed a cool hand against his forehead to see if he was fevered.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2013 16:32:26 GMT -8
Orbital control was, of course, tracking the departing ship. The planetary defense force had been given strict orders not to interfere with the conflict dirt side. Under the strict neutrality Dressel maintained, they were legally obligated to arrest all parties involved in the conflict, but pragmatism overruled legal precedence in this instance.
Now that the ship had left the atmosphere, however, a different set of rules applied. An orbital lane was cleared for the departing craft, and any attempted pursuit would find itself meeting the swarm of fighters and Skiprays that comprised Eralam's personal fleet.
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Post by Will Sontir on Nov 25, 2013 0:59:21 GMT -8
"Thanks." By the time their situation had stabilized enough that Alexis could look around and see where the medical supplies were Syla had already vanished. She frowned. However, the cyberpunk padawan had seemed fully capable of taking care of herself. Alexis looked up from her datapad and met Will Son'tir's gaze directly enough. "I didn't. Josh needed help, so I answered. The Mandalorians were already riled." She glanced over at Josh's unconscious form, "Only he and Syla know what triggered all the mayhem planetside. I simply jumped in." She was pleased that so far R8 was doing an excellent job tailing the freighter. Not that she'd have expected anything less of him though. Dav had chosen him on purpose. She tucked her datapad back under her elbow, glad that Will had taken over the freighter's controls, and moved over closer to Josh. She placed a cool hand against his forehead to see if he was fevered.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWith a extremely sharp gasp, Will was was brought back to the Corellian freighter, clenching Alexis' wrist. Will's eyes dart back and forth trying to reestablish reality. . . Something is wrong. Something has gone terribly wrong. . . .Will reaches out to the Watchmen basing at Carida; floodings of alarm and focus, and despair. All who Will is connected to conveying desperation and crying out for help.
Huffing and puffing. "Did you feel any of that?" Looking towards Alexis; giving a small pause for a response, Will gets a hold of himself for a moment and reacts. "Change of plans, have your astromech droid dock with our dorsalside airlock, jump in. I think we are going to need your help after all; either. . ." feeling out in Force "to check on Yavin, but that may be futile and risky to do alone. Or to fly escort at Carida. The Carida jump has now been upgraded from a rendezvous to a rescue mission. . .again.""Which would you prefer to tackle? Either way, you need to prepped for flight, Padawan." |
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Nov 25, 2013 13:17:17 GMT -8
Alexis glanced back the way Syla had gone. The cyberpunk padawan was interesting and unsettling at the same time. Still, her abilities had proven quite useful so far.
She was about to answer when suddenly--- The spectral white figure that had haunted my dreams for so long materialized in Will Son'tir's place, eyes wide, pleading for help, then turning to red as she reached out for me angrily. I wanted to look away but couldn't. Then she was gone. Replaced with a form I knew well: Jedi Battlemaster of Yavin 4, my Master and wingmate, sprawled on the floor. Explosions and fire everywhere. Bodies strewn about. I reached out quickly, closing my eyes and looking for Yavin. I had felt Josh's pain all the way from Osarian. This...I felt the Bond between me and Dav stretch even as I tried to hang on, pleading with him not to let go. And then, it snapped---
Alexis screamed and fell backwards, landing on the floor hard, descent barely slowed as Will grabbed her wrist.
I wanted to curl up and cry. But this is not the place or the time. The future whirled dizzingly as possibilities winked out of existence and new ones appeared.
A thin line of blood trickled from the corner of her lips were she'd bitten herself. She climbed to her feet, using Will's hand to pull herself back up to her feet. She swayed, grabbing his arm to steady herself. Large dark eyes blinked up at him, sad finality pictured there as a tear streaked down her cheek. "It is too late, Will." In her grief she didn't even realize she had called him by his first name. "He's gone."
There was nothing she could do for Carida. An x-wing wasn't designed to carry passengers. Her voice was dull when she spoke, "I'm going to Yavin..." even though she knew there was really no point by now.
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Post by Will Sontir on Nov 25, 2013 18:07:05 GMT -8
Will's eyes are wide as he feels the turmoil that he and the young Padawan shares.
Kid. . . .I am sorry. Dav is. . .was. Will just saved his words, nothing can be said that could console either one. Will simply didn't let go of the Padawan before he pulled her close for a strong patriarchal hug, as a father to a daughter; rocked her a bit before releasing her.
Make the arrangements, they still need my help on Carida; but keep in touch.
It was all he could do to stop himself from bursting out in his own tears, he white knuckled the yoke of the controls, holding his breath.
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Post by syla on Nov 27, 2013 7:10:03 GMT -8
*The cold water soothed her pain. She let it run over her untill she didnt feel anything but the cold. The cold was a lot better then the burn. She removed the burned bits of leather sticking to her skin. She did grunt in pain. When her torso was bare, she got out from the shower and opened the cupboard. She lucked out. It was also partly a medical cabinet. Pushing hygene products aside sprawling them on the floor she found some bacta gel and a roll of gause.
The queesyness started and then went over into strait nausea to the point where she nearly puked her gutts out. She was a weak force user, but she was close to two strong ones, they acted like a beacon for her, and god damned, she didnt ask for it. She felt the same things Will and Alexis felt, but she was in a worst seat. She had no diea what they meant, and she could focus them into actual thoughts, imidges and visions. She just felt as something that was never there died inside of her. Many many somethings.*
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?"
*She blew out of the refresher with her chest bandaged and still some parts of her naked, smeared in bacta jelly. She burst out of the door as soon as she actually COULD burst out without falling over and filling the floor with half digested snacks.*
"Shitballs man... I felt so ... what was that..."
*She seemed lost and frightened. She had never encountered so much emotional pain with no basis or reason, just hollowness without answers. A light room that turned dark without reason, and will never turn light again.*
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Nov 27, 2013 16:38:37 GMT -8
Dav would have hugged her like that. Alexis reached up and brushed away tears with her sleeve roughly while she handed Will her comlink frequency. Brown eyes met his for a fraction of a second, "Come find me. After."
Then she turned, glanced at Josh's unconscious form like she was memorizing his face, and stepping over to him, brushed a light kiss against his lips before running towards the airlock. She passed Syla in the passage. "Bye," was the only thing that came to mind. Sometimes there really aren't words, and their acquaintance had been made under tempestuous circumstances to begin with.
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Once inside the cockpit of her x-wing, she quickly fastened her seat restraints and sealed the canopy. As soon as she was secure, Arr-Eight loosed them from the freighter and they quickly dropped behind. She quickly set course for Yavin, and punched the hyperdrive, disappearing into long starlines.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Dec 2, 2013 23:41:37 GMT -8
Tal'tracinya drops out of hyperspace, and transmits clearance codes, necessary to land at the market in one of the vendor's reserved spots. The ship moved slowly through the space lanes, taking its time moving towards the planets surface. It largely ignored the other ships moving through the space around it, as the pilot was busy thinking about other things.
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Post by Will Sontir on Dec 15, 2013 17:52:20 GMT -8
*The cold water soothed her pain. She let it run over her untill she didnt feel anything but the cold. The cold was a lot better then the burn. She removed the burned bits of leather sticking to her skin. She did grunt in pain. When her torso was bare, she got out from the shower and opened the cupboard. She lucked out. It was also partly a medical cabinet. Pushing hygene products aside sprawling them on the floor she found some bacta gel and a roll of gause.
The queesyness started and then went over into strait nausea to the point where she nearly puked her gutts out. She was a weak force user, but she was close to two strong ones, they acted like a beacon for her, and god damned, she didnt ask for it. She felt the same things Will and Alexis felt, but she was in a worst seat. She had no diea what they meant, and she could focus them into actual thoughts, imidges and visions. She just felt as something that was never there died inside of her. Many many somethings.*"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" *She blew out of the refresher with her chest bandaged and still some parts of her naked, smeared in bacta jelly. She burst out of the door as soon as she actually COULD burst out without falling over and filling the floor with half digested snacks.*"Shitballs man... I felt so ... what was that..." *She seemed lost and frightened. She had never encountered so much emotional pain with no basis or reason, just hollowness without answers. A light room that turned dark without reason, and will never turn light again.*
Master Son'tir collects his thoughts, as a leading High Council member (for the time being) he will be looked to as a source of light, an example of what it means to be a jedi. He becomes centered in the Force until the half naked cyber punk came into the cockpit fully frightened. "Alright, you're right, that was terrible and we all felt it, sweetness. That pain you felt was a great light flickering out out of the galaxy. But there will be more if we don't head out right now and help the rest of the Order." Will readjusted his seating back to face the console to put in a course for Carida. "There is no rest for Frontline Masters, is there? I just hope I can actual get somewhere and actually be of service this time. Here's to hoping. . ." With that he punches the toggles forward and the Corellian freighter streaked into nonexistence; joining the stars as nothing but a beam of light. . . |
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Jan 7, 2014 16:12:16 GMT -8
While drifting through the traffic that had returned to the space around dressel as the Major's fleet moved off to one side, the SD that remained caught the attention of the Tal'tracinya's crew. The information was passed to NC in his cabin as he read up on the events of the mando holy war. He'd been out of touch with the galaxy for over two weeks, a long time with a war going on. He was interested in the ship, as last he had checked, it wasn't part of the MDF, a force to which he had donated a small portion of his own forces. He sent a query to ATC IDing himself as Non-Com Or'dinii, and asking for any available information about the ship, it's crew, their affiliation, and their business at dressel.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2014 16:50:01 GMT -8
The name was, of course, recognized. In fact, it was one of the few that could have gotten any sort of information about the ship. The unfortunate answer, however, was that it was a big honking mystery. It was cleared at the highest possible level, and had a significant portion of airspace around it designated as a no fly zone for civilian craft, and it had authority to open fire on violators at its own discretion. It was registered as the Saya, but the faction and affiliation weren't listed. The ATC operator guessed that, whatever else it might be, the ship and its crew were trusted not to cause too much trouble. That's not to say it wouldn't be fired upon if it did, just that they were hoping it wouldn't.
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