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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Jun 27, 2014 16:08:20 GMT -8
The LAAT Gunship slowed it's approach as it came upon the Temple Hangar Bay, it's pilots expertly maneuvering the craft into the Hangar and landing it in it's assigned spot with ease. Zion was the first to disembark from the Gunship, fully re-geared up in his clothes and armour which he had gotten back off of Amber on the trip over from the RDMC. Although he had not spent long in command of the Honoghr Temple, it was already starting to feel like home for him.
He then took a couple steps away from the Gunship, and waited for Amber and Tigress to disembark. Although he would never openly admit it, a new 'family' was forming, one that consisted of Amber, Tigress, and Obadiah. They would never replace his real family, but for the time being, at least, he needed to trust and rely on them, especially since things were about to start getting very interesting. If the cinn Ion didn't have enough reason to want him dead before, he was sure as hell going to make them regret not ensuring he was dead before now
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2014 22:49:24 GMT -8
Amber disembarked from the LAAT gunship almost right behind Zion, freed from carrying the bundle of Zion's armour and clothes, albeit somewhat grudgingly. Despite her protests on the way back, he had still suited up, with her help of course, since she wasn't about to let him do it himself since he was liable to hurt himself doing it alone
He was foolish, always has been and she knew he always would be. But she could understand his desire to be in his usual clothes, It was one of the few constants in his life through everything, and if it made him feel stable, then she had no choice but to go along with it. After all, she had sworn to try and make sure he did not injure himself too badly, not only because of her duty to his family, but as apart of her duty to him as a friend
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2014 22:14:58 GMT -8
Tigress soon followed behind Zion and Amber, still clad in the medical greens she had been wearing during her time at the RDMC. She would need to acquire some new clothing soon, since she was not about to let herself be seen anywhere else after this wearing these ugly excuses for clothing. She knew Zion would want to get down to business as soon as possible, but she had a feeling if her clothing situation was not attended to soon, she would never get a chance to change clothes before they were off again
=Tigress=
Nice place you got here... Look, before we get too carried away, this cat needs a change of clothes, green isn't very becoming of me...
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Jul 8, 2014 15:59:56 GMT -8
Zion chuckled at Tiggy's comments, having been wondering when she might bring up the fact she would want a change of clothes. When he had first found her, all she had been wearing was that metal bikini get-up, which had since been cleaned and stored in her quarters in the Temple. Thankfully he had gone out on a proverbial limb when he assumed she might perhaps have wanted a slightly expanded wardrobe, which he had left in Amber's capable hands of arranging
=Zion Morviael=
I had a feeling you might say that. Thankfully Amber has already attended to providing you an expanded wardrobe. Once we get to the Masters Quarters, Amber can show you to your room, whilst I attend to our... visitor...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 17:41:41 GMT -8
Amber gave a nod to Tiggy and smiled as Zion mentioned she could show Tiggy to her room once they got up to the Master's Quarters
Thankfully the RDMC had been kind enough to release some of Tigress' measurements to her, so that she was able to get an idea of what size clothing she needed to purchase. She just hoped Tiggy would approve of the style choices she had gone with, since she didn't have a great deal to go on, other than what she had been wearing when Zion met her
Amber then turned back towards Zion, to wait for him to lead the way through the Temple
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 18:06:12 GMT -8
Tigress was starting to feel a little spoiled already, They already had a room set aside for her here in the Temple, and Amber had been sweet enough to go purchase her some clothes. It was starting to feel like one of those super luxury hotels you heard about in movies, or even that she was a spy and they were providing her with a new cover. Regardless, it felt almost a little surreal to know that Zion and Amber cared about her and had made an effort to get things ready for when she would wake up
=Tigress=
Thanks. Well let's go check it out...
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Jul 13, 2014 18:53:46 GMT -8
Zion grinned, before turning around and leading the way across the hangar bay and along a couple of corridors to the turbolift, which took them all the way up through the middle of the Honoghr Temple to the Master's Quarters which sat atop the tallest tower of the Temple
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2014 20:43:49 GMT -8
Oman landed in the hangar as per instructions, but the ship was clearly an unhappy one. Liquids were leaking, gasses were venting, and that was only the captain. The ship itself sounded like it had one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel. Barely had the landing ramp been lowered when a heavy leather carryall found itself flying through the air, followed by a man of average height, build, features, and, well, pretty much everything about him was average. Shortly after he hit the ground, a large rolling toolbox, of the sort a mechanic might have in a shop, followed him down the ramp, nearly crushing its owner.
The irate captain, a portly Rodian who looked like he had just run a marathon while being chased by droids with flamethrowers, stood at the top of the ramp. It would be pointless to transcribe his tirade, as most of it consisted of variations of the word "fuck" in as many languages as could be found, but the general gist was that he considered the hapless Jedi to be a jinx, promised to bill him for the damage done to his ship, and threatened to kill him if they ever met again. The Jedi in question thought it odd that the man both planned to bill and kill him, as one would make the other most difficult, but he didn't dare antagonize the poor man any further. The ship had been wonderfully well maintained at the start of the voyage; now it would need a complete overhall. It wasn't the Jedi's fault that things had gone wrong, not really, but, well, ships didn't like him.
The Rodian waved off the nonplussed ground crew, swearing personal and violent retribution for the poor soul who kept him near his cursed ex-passenger any longer than necessary. He closed the ramp, waddled into the cockpit, and departed with as much haste as his crippled ship could manage. The passenger, meanwhile, collected his things, dusted off his robe, and was immediately forgotten by most of the personnel in the hangar. He sighed and began searching for someone who might notice him long enough to point him towards someone in charge.
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on Jul 26, 2014 16:52:13 GMT -8
Riddick arrived at the hangar, having left his quarters, clad in nondescript attire. He entered, eyeing a spot just large enough for his fighter to be park in. Around his wrist was what looked to be a kind of watch with a small keypad on it, and he discreetly keyed in a code that transmitted to his fighter. His droid received it, and did what the code called for. In this case, it was just coming from the public spaceport, and flying into the Academy hanger. Once the signal came through that the fighter had been cleared for the hop, Riddick tapped into the hangar's communications, and let them know that it was on it's way in. After about twenty minutes, His fighter arrived and performed a textbook landing the hanger. Riddick looked it over with a post flight check, and found that it passed. Nothing abnormal that couldn't be fixed with either a small amount of percussive maintenance, or a little bit of finagling otherwise. He got out, and moved on from there, his fighter arming it's self-security system. It's not that he didn't or wouldn't trust the folks here on Honoghr with his fighter, more that it was that he couldn't afford to take the risk of some random showing up and gleaning some information about it, or off of it. Better safe than sorry, as the saying went. As cliché as the phrase may often seem, it was more than true when things decided to go sideways.
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Aug 25, 2014 1:43:00 GMT -8
Zion entered the hangar bay and started making his way towards an idle LAAT Gunship, when the sight of the Barloz-class Heavy Freighter caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, sparking a sudden thought. He quickly diverted off his original path and made his way over to and up a boarding ramp into the Heavy Freighter, making a sharp left turn as he headed through to the cargo bay of the ship. It was here, that he found the cargo containers that Rebecca's men had snuck aboard the Barloz back on Selonia, before he had reclaimed the vessel, and put an end to the Chiss Terrorists.
He had looked through them briefly once before, finding a couple Chiss weapons, and a couple of his own belongings, such as a set of clothes he had changed into during his trip to retrieve the machine over Coruscant, and his bow from the Marú Games. Whilst the Chiss weapons would be handy upgrades for Obadiah, Amber, and Tiggy to use, they were not what Zion had come looking for, no, there was another weapon that he was looking for. He went through a number of crates, some of them revealing some more Chiss weapons and ammo, whilst a couple others contained stuff from his old YT-1900 that had belonged to Dario or Hikari or Akari.
It was in the last crate that he opened, that he finally found the weapon he had been looking for, that he had been remembered just moments ago when he was considering the forthcoming confrontation. Zion gripped the handle of Stormbringer, and lifted it up and out of the crate, taking a moment to briefly admire the great battle axe that he had crafted as part of a pair of weapons. Although, it wasn't a pair of weapons in the most truest sense of the word 'pair', since Stormbringer's sister was in fact a sword, named Shalamayne, which was wielded by Zion's half-brother, Tartarus, a man he had not seen in some years.
Zion had not wielded the axe since then, the weapon often reminding him of why he had never sought out his half-brother since that faitful day when he had confronted Tartarus. But, as he wielded Stormbringer, he couldn't help but briefly reflect back upon the way he had acted, and wonder if perhaps he should have handled everything differently. It was true that he would probably not entirely forgive Tartarus for what had happened, but perhaps he could at least give the man a chance to try and make up for it. Regardless, the past was the past, and what had been done, could never be undone, but he could make up for the way he had acted.
But that was all a matter for another time, for now, he grabbed the axe's sheath out of the crate and attached it on his back, before placing Stormbringer over his shoulder and into the sheath. Zion gave a quick stretch, reacquainting himself with the feel of having the axe with him, before making his way back to the front of the Barloz and down the boarding ramp and across the Hangar Bay to the waiting LAAT Gunship, which took off and made it's way across to the RDMC
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on Dec 2, 2014 16:26:30 GMT -8
Riddick hopped off his fighter, and engaged its security systems, designed to keep people, or any other uninvited life out and off of it without the need of sentries standing guard. It had proven quite effective, on the rare occasion someone had "decided" to trip the systems.
In any case, his fighter was secure, and he had been wanting to check out this academy's library. Knowledge was a prized commodity for the Ysanna, such as Riddick. It was almost to them as water and food were to anyone living, as was evidenced by the Great Library back on Ossus. The best of it, however, was knowledge put to use, it was never good to let it idle in one's mind, or their libraries. He made his way from his E-Wing to exit, taking note of everything around him that he could, without seeming like he'd just committed some major infraction, or that he was about to. He noticed Zion, the man who let him into the academy, and a Cathar to one side of him. Various craft from different worlds, including the one he was on, and their respective maintenance crews stationed all around the hanger, too.
With any luck, in the library, the people with whom he sought an audience might be able to meet him. After all, It was of reasonable import that he would be able to.
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on Dec 17, 2014 17:56:53 GMT -8
Riddick hopped off his fighter, and engaged its security systems, designed to keep people, or any other uninvited life out and off of it without the need of sentries standing guard. It had proven quite effective, on the rare occasion someone had "decided" to trip the systems.
In any case, his fighter was secure, and he had been wanting to check out this academy's library. Knowledge was a prized commodity for the Ysanna, such as Riddick. It was almost to them as water and food were to anyone living, as was evidenced by the Great Library back on Ossus. The best of it, however, was knowledge put to use, it was never good to let it idle in one's mind, or their libraries. He made his way from his E-Wing to exit, taking note of everything around him that he could, without seeming like he'd just committed some major infraction, or that he was about to. He noticed Zion, the man who let him into the academy, and a Cathar to one side of him. Various craft from different worlds, including the one he was on, and their respective maintenance crews stationed all around the hanger, too.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2015 3:09:05 GMT -8
Obadiah was the first of the group to arrive to the hangar, since he was leading the way, before motioning for Zacaiah to head to her ship, where the pair of Security Droids had already delivered the still unconcious clones to. Meanwhile he waved Amber and Tigress over to the Barloz as he headed for it, making his way up the ramp and stopping briefly at one of the rooms to drop his bag off into, before continuing on to the cockpit where he started the preflight checks, and sent a copy of the co-ordinates for the RDMC to Zacaiah, since that was where they were meeting Zion
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 3:18:46 GMT -8
Zacaiah arrived to the Hangar Bay close behind Obadiah, breaking off from the group to go and grab a container that would fit Zion inside it, before moving it into her ship, which was quickly growing short on space considering it's overall design. Her Tailrings gave a start of surprise as she jumped between the seat that the clones were seated in, and then seated herself in the pilots seat as she connected her helmet into the ship controls. She raised the ramp just as the co-ordinates for the RDMC Emergency Hangar came through, which she quickly transfered over to her nav computer, before waiting for the Barloz to head out, before she would follow in her own ship
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 3:25:58 GMT -8
Amber soon followed behind Obadiah, following him over, and up into, the Barloz-class Heavy Freighter, taking a quick moment to drop off her things into the first-mates quarters, before continuing on her way to the cockpit and taking the co-pilots seat as she helped Obadiah run through the pre-flight checks
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 3:31:25 GMT -8
Tiggy was the last of the group to arrive in the hangar and make her way up into the ship, heading straight for the cockpit, since she had no gear to drop off in any of the rooms, and so could just claim one later. As she sat down in one of the passanger seats, flashes of memory came back to her of the trip she'd spent with Zion from Selonia to Honoghr in here, although, they weren't sitting in chairs last time, but she didn't remember much after that moment they'd shared together, since she'd started going into a fever from the bloodloss and her injury. But she pushed those thoughts aside, since that was over and done with, she was all healthy now, and that was what mattered, since now she could help Zion
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 11:32:30 GMT -8
Screeching down from the sky above, a single YV-666 Light Freighter approached the Jedi Temple. The pilot leveled the craft at about a thousand feet and about three miles out on a south-eastern approach. The ship was an older one, likely having been passed down from father to son for a few generations now, but it had been remarkably taken care of thus far. Indeed it could have used a fresh coat of paint and maybe an systems upgrade, but she still flew and that was enough for now. The cannon had at one time or another stopped functioning and yet to be repaired but it didn't effect the freighter's ability to fly. A pale, blue hue trailed the ship as it made it's final approach into the hanger.
Once it had arrived, the speed at which the vessel had been traveling, slowed considerably allowing for increased maneuverability.
Now, having reached a vacant pad inside the hangar, the ship spun on an axis, positioning itself so that the fore of it face toward the open exit. Gears and pistons hissed and gave way, letting loose jets of strong air, making dust and particles billow up from the hard surface of the hanger floor. The ramp of the vessel descended slowly, loosing audible mechanical sounds from the gears, pistons and the like as the it fell into position.
At the top of the ramp now stood a Jedi Knight, adorned in traditional Jedi robes of burgundy and brown. Concealed from the eye by a dark brown overcoat, a hilt of a single bladed lightsaber was clipped to hang perpendicular to the ground on either hip and a doublebladed one was fastened in a parallel fashion along his lower back.
Stepping out onto the ramp, the Jedi proceeded off his ship and into the hangar
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 22:03:15 GMT -8
Once everyone was loaded up and settled in, Obadiah powered up the controls and guided the Barloz out of the hangar bay, with Zacaiah's Whitecloak Fighter following close behind, before the two ships made their way across from the Conclave Temple, over to the RDMC, to meet with Zion there
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 20:15:29 GMT -8
it wasn't long after the arrival of Sihnyad's Ship, that Knight Mentor Sarissa made her way into the hangar, quickly making her way over to where the new arrival had landed and met him just as he exited his ship. She gave a quick bow to the Jedi Knight in greeting, before straightening up
Greetings stranger, welcome to the Honoghr Conclave...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2015 19:25:57 GMT -8
The hangar seemed rather sparsely populated to be that of an active Jedi Temple or Enclave. There were some small starfighters and a couple of freighters, but other than that, empty. He pulled the hood of his cloak from his head as he walked the ramp of the YV-666, revealing a youthful face with a shortly trimmed beard spanning from one side burn to the next. His eyes were a deep brown; his hair nearly black. His cloak fluttered gently to his rear, blown leisurely by the movement of air from the pace in which he walked.
Soon enough, there was a woman approaching him, a Jedi from the looks of her. He welcomed her greeting, returning the bow as she did. "Thank you," he replied, his voice a soft spoken baritone. "I've never been here before, but I've heard word that my former Master had been seen here." He shifted slightly on his feet giving his greeter a warm smile. "He'd be a small, green man who goes by the name a Master Zayne Tokare, if you know of him." He was hopeful that she'd have heard something of him, possibly even known where he was at the moment. It was a fleeting desire, but he wanted nothing more in this moment than to see his old Master once more. It'd been some time and he knew the failure of his last apprentice, trained at the same time as he was, only having fallen to the Dark Side, had hit him hard. But, even harder than that had been the Sihnyad had been the one to strike him down in open combat defending both the lives of himself and a small human child on Naboo a few years prior. Since then, it had been found out that the girl whose life he had saved was Force sensitive, although a late bloomer, and had been initiated into Corellia's Jedi Academy.
Nevertheless, Master Tokare had been in some kind of self induced exile for some time now, having only just recently come out of it, or at least Sihnyad hoped.
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