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Nov 2, 2016 17:07:02 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Nov 2, 2016 17:07:02 GMT -8
NCO sat in silence for a moment, letting things settle in his mind, waiting to see if any other snags appeared, but Aya once again seemed to have covered her bases rather well. NCO then considered the view on screen, enjoying it, and the ability to just relax with his vod for a moment. He wondered if he should get her celebratory gift, but then what could he get her anyway? He shrugged his right shoulder, and thought about his own role in the changes, and the effects of the prior conversation they'd had regarding heirs. It made sense, and he was glad they'd discussed it and had ... found a suitable answer.
He was still tired, and not a physical tired, but he could see that there was yet a purpose for him in this Aliit. He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, smiling a little, glad he'd managed to do something useful with his life, more or less. The irony of having found himself, on a desert world, as an amphibian was not lost on NCO, and he wondered if Manda was chuckling in some corner of the universe at the oddity. Still, it had taught him much and lead him to learn so much about the life he now lived, and the beings he lived it with. NCO looked back at Aya, and asked something he hadn't thought of in their last conversation.
What will you call him? ... Or her... The heir I mean, apologies for the abrupt shift, my brain just bounced back to the last conversation.
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Nov 2, 2016 17:51:03 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Nov 2, 2016 17:51:03 GMT -8
For a moment Aya wasn't sure whether he meant her plan to have children or the name of the position of the person who would inherit the title of Alor. She decided to play around & go with the children option. Mostly for fun, but it was also because she had very few chances to just relax with her brother.
-Aya
Well I would need three names, as I'm thinking triplets would be a good idea. Gives them someone to relate to while growing up. Of course I plan on lots of contact with the other youths of the clan as well, to keep them in mind of who they will really be working both for & over. For the moment, I'm really liking the names Cypher, Gilgamesh & Icarus.
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Nov 2, 2016 18:34:17 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Nov 2, 2016 18:34:17 GMT -8
Ah, triplets would be fun. But Cypher? You managed decent names for the other two, but Cypher is poor proper noun, since it's root is a verb. What made it stand out to you?
I blink in mild surprise, my eyestalks rising slightly in an imitation of the humanoid habit of raising one's eyebrows. I hadn't been expecting her to go for so many in one go, though it made since both tactically and strategically. There were worse names than Cypher to be sure, but ... well principally it has the same issue as naming one's child run, or play, or sex, it just doesn't fit the confines of basic's grammatical structure well, or even Mando'a. Symbolically it was okay I suppose, but then it sets a precedent for the being so named to be duplicitous, or at least perceived as such. Which is a poor trait for an aliit'alor in my mind.
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Nov 2, 2016 19:08:55 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Nov 2, 2016 19:08:55 GMT -8
-Aya
Actually, its earliest root is 'a figure or number', though it was most often used as a stand in for zero. It fits with the other two names quiet nicely if you know them well enough. One is nothing. One is a hero that was unhappy with everything. One is a figure that feel from the sky. One is the foundation of the maths. One traveled beyond the gates of death itself for a true friend. One kissed the sun. Each is both a warning & an encouragement. Never stop reaching for greater things, never forget your weak points.
It had taken her a good bit of processing time to sort though as many names as she had to pick out those three. It was possible that they would set the tone for the rest of the names that the royal family had. Or maybe not, one never could really guess every possible future.
-Aya
As for what we will call the figure in place to take over as the next Alor, I figure Crown Prince or Crown Princess would be the traditional title among the various nobilities of the galaxy.
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Nov 2, 2016 20:34:27 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Nov 2, 2016 20:34:27 GMT -8
Ahh, true enough, though that definition is archaic and very rarely used anymore, you may want to reconsider that choice, or else help bring that meaning back into use. Nemanja is an obscure name, considered to mean about the same thing if it suits your fancy. As for the title, I'm inclined break with the rest of the galaxy's traditions on principle, but have no alternatives to offer.NCO's eyes wander around the room, restless, though he brings them back to Aya periodically so she knows He's still paying attention and not ignoring her. He shifted his legs to rest beneath the bench he sat on, instead of in front of him. He wasn't uncomfortable, just disnclined to remain still by nature.
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Nov 5, 2016 20:19:58 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Nov 5, 2016 20:19:58 GMT -8
-Aya
The importance of names is to those that bear them, not those that hear them.
Aya waved a hand vaguely as she rose from her seat. She made her way over to what looked like a cabinet-sized outcropping of coral, until she folded out a pair of well balanced & hidden doors. It was, in fact, a very well stocked drink cabinet. The drinks inside were a mix of alcoholic & non, with a huge range of available tastes. Aya wasn't affected by the alcohol content of drinks, & technically didn't need to eat or drink at all. However, she found that she liked to experiment with various flavors & such. She was even thinking about possibly taking up cooking as a hobby. Ignoring the section of the cabinet that contained drinks she had already tried & liked, she picked something new. It was a bottle of a light ale from Naboo. A moment later, one of the glasses from the cabinet was set on the pouring board & filled.
-Aya
We could call the heir the Ultimate Finger Painter of Doom for all I care. We will have to deal with other nations & groups, so a bit of dignity in titles will be required. Drink?
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Nov 20, 2016 18:40:06 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Nov 20, 2016 18:40:06 GMT -8
Gedet'ye. (Please) I respond to her last question after acknowledging her point with a dip of my head. Still, just because we had to deal with others didn't mean they should get a free pass on figuring out who the fancy pants were. I'd let the Aruetii squirm in their ignorance. Then again, that's why I'm not the face of the clan, and not really suitable material for aliit'alor. I shrug as Aya inquires to a preference in drink choice and happily accept whatever she brings over. I breath deeply, just taking a moment to drag wandering thought back home, and focus on enjoying the time with my vod.
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Nov 20, 2016 18:56:27 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Nov 20, 2016 18:56:27 GMT -8
Aya pours him a glass from the same bottle. As she returns to her seat, she passes the other drink to the gung. A few minutes pass quietly as she enjoys her drink & the undemanding company.
-Aya
I will be leaving shortly to attend a diplomatic meeting with the First Order. They are growing rapidly & are drawing ever closer to our borders. One way or another we will have to deal with them.
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Nov 20, 2016 19:19:37 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Nov 20, 2016 19:19:37 GMT -8
NCO tries the drink, and represses the memories it evokes, or rather the irrational desire to slaughter everything in sight, mostly. Naboo was a dark and depressing place for him, and after having visited the world not so very long ago with Skylar and crew, he it was even more sensitive a wound for him. He grinds his teeth for moment and clenches and unclenches his empty hand, slowly setting the glass down with his other. Aya's words bring his mind back into focus, if they do nothing to repress his homicidal rage. His voice is flat, toneless, and clipped as he responds.
"We have arms enough, let them die in our sights. They have no desire to better or aid D'ordinii, though they may be forced to do so by circumstances."
I look at the screen, displaying a pleasant view, and focus on the simplicity of the scene. An image, or filter really, flashes through my head, showing me the same picture as a wasteland, covered in ash and dust. See enough battle fields, and you get pretty good at imagining the aftermath of a battle in any given location, though it's a depressing talent to have, I've gotten rather good at it. Blinking away the mental filter, I smile, and turn back to Aya.
"Bah, don't mind my cynical self, I am grateful for what time we have had together. I'm sure you will serve the clan well in dealing with the First Order. If you don't mind, I'll be heading to Manda'yaim, mostly for sentimental reasons. If you have need of me, you know how to reach me and that I'll be ready to answer."
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Nov 20, 2016 19:32:31 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Nov 20, 2016 19:32:31 GMT -8
Aya nods. To be fair, she very nearly felt the same way, but they had yet to find solid opposition. Either the clan would side with them or stand against them alone. This far out from the core, neither was a particularly pleasant choice.
-Aya
I have no love for the soulless either, but they are a force to be reckoned with. Hopefully, they will wither & fade from over extending themselves, but if they don't they need to be watched carefully. The carefullest place to watch them from is from within their own halls.
It would do Non good to spend some time on the holy world. Aya wished she could get some time off to join him, but an empire didn't run itself. Not well at least.
-Aya
Hopefully, you find everything you are looking for. & the same goes for you. You just have to send a message if you need something.
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Nov 20, 2016 20:16:13 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Nov 20, 2016 20:16:13 GMT -8
You speak wisdom, and say it well. Manda be with you then, and Vor'e.
NCO enjoyed the rest of his all too brief meeting with Aya in comfortable silence. When it was time for her to leave, he rose and preceded her out of her dwelling space. There, he turned and embraced her in the mando'ade way, and then turned to visit his own rather austere rooms and collect his previously discarded gear. His rooms were mostly bare, steel walls, and tilex floors. The lights were the only things with any personal taste really, being a blue-green with rippling hues throughout, illuminating the rooms with a subaqua mood. He smiled at that. He found his gear in the worn, but completely utilitarian foot locker at the end of his bed, and quickly donned his gear again. This would be the first time he'd be directly linked to his armor, as so many in the clan were now. Feeling the jack slip into the port recently installed in the base of his skull was weird, but not uncomfortable or painful. He stood stock still as he adjusted to the new flow of information, and then smiled slightly, as he realized his datacron was now significantly more useful to him. Now it served as a second memory bank of sorts as well as a direct link to the clan's holonetwork.
NCO decided to take a public transport to Manda'yaim, he'd collect his personal craft later.
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Dec 2, 2016 16:05:11 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Dec 2, 2016 16:05:11 GMT -8
Once Non had left, she began making the arrangement for the nationalization & reorganization. It would take a bit of time to organize, but once set up all it should take to follow through would be the order to go. Technically, she had the authority to get it started now, but she wanted to wait until she had complete authority & refuse the opportunity to have some drag their heels by questioning the orders.Continued
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Feb 28, 2017 21:03:08 GMT -8
Post by Mellik Umarov on Feb 28, 2017 21:03:08 GMT -8
The Collector docked at lane 12 into Hub 3. Pad 35 was unoccupied, yet a few members of the customs service were patiently - almost bored - at the landing pad. The small freighter touched down softly on the pad. A small docking ramp slowly opened up to reveal a young human male standing at the opening. The young man walked forward with a limp, his left arm clutched to his chest as if it were broken. He reached into an inner pocket of his black cloak and pulled out a 100 credit chit which he flipped over to the docking authority - a nice tip for a simple job.
"Excuse me, where is your nearest medical office? I need to get my arm looked at."
The young man - apparently named Aldross by the ID on the ship - lifted his left arm to reveal just how mangled it was. It was shocking that this man could walk around without feeling an intense amount of pain; nevertheless, he feigned indifference at his arm, as if he was simply trying to get a physical.
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Feb 28, 2017 22:13:17 GMT -8
Post by House of D'Ordinii on Feb 28, 2017 22:13:17 GMT -8
==Recruitment SL==
<<106 PP; S4 Sector, Etti IV, Mondder>>
After checking the man's documents the ESPO returned them, along with the credit chit. For one the officers had been trained to refuse any form of tip or exchange while on duty. It tended to cut down heavily on bribery. For another thing the credit chit was nearly worthless within CSA space. In the old days you couldn't even find vendors that would take credits instead of the CSA vouchers. Of course, with the changing times, more & more locals would except the foreign currencies.
A quick scan of the man showed nothing excessively illegal, so the ESPO waved him through the only gate to the pad.
-ESPO
There is a medical office in the main terminal of the Hub. Just follow the purple line on the ground & the purple signs with a triple helix.
Sure enough, there was a thick purple line painted on the access road outside the pad, every few meters the line was broken in an arrow shape to show with direction to travel.
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Feb 28, 2017 23:23:16 GMT -8
Post by Mellik Umarov on Feb 28, 2017 23:23:16 GMT -8
Aldross shrugged off the fact that this official wouldn't take a tip. It must have been a pride sort of deal; after all, he might have even handed them unfamiliar currency, so he paid that act no heed. He followed the ESPO's instructions and got himself over to the medical office in a timely fashion.
"Hello there, could you maybe take a look at this? It's starting to twinge a bit and, uh..."
The young man could feel his vision start to blur from the intense pain he felt in his arm. He tried not to show any of it, but it wasn't helping him at all. After he couldn't contain it any longer, Aldross' legs buckled at the knees and he fainted from both pain and exhaustion - even after he tried so desperately not to look weak in front of these people. His vision went to a black emptiness, yet he could still feel what was happening around him - as if his eyes weren't even closed. It was strange to him... could this be "the force" that he'd heard so much of? And how could somebody like himself use it, without any formal training of any sort? Still, even with this extrasensory perception that dazzled him, Aldross still felt the unyielding pain from his mangled left arm. It would be a miracle if they could save it...
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Mar 1, 2017 19:30:24 GMT -8
Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 1, 2017 19:30:24 GMT -8
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<<106 PP; S4 Sector, Etti IV, Mondder>>
In some ways the facility looked like a regular hospital. The same sterile aura that seemed to infect any place of healing. In other ways it was very different. Most medical facilities didn't have the staff in full armour. There wasn't any standard design or pattern to the armors, they looked like thousands of designs mixed & matched to the wearer's preference. The only uniform feature was the color. All were grey, with a splash of purple somewhere.
As the man entered the facility & collapsed, the staff in the lobby were quick to react. Within thirty seconds he had been loaded onto a medical cart, floated into a surgery room & prepped. The path they took passed through several large arch scanners. As one pair of doctors cut the sleeve from the man's injured arm, another pair quickly unloaded the man's belongings into a bin along side the cart. Once the man's belongings had all been removed, the bin was shuffled off into one of the secure lockers. By the time the man reached the surgery room, the doctors already knew the full extend of the injury & their basic plan.
-Dr. Houn D'Ordinii
Blessed Father, it looks like he shoved his arm in an engine assembly. Let's get to work.
For now the doctors were more focused on damage control than trying to save the arm. With a wound this bad it could easily end in death. Of course MedStar had access to resources that were considered too exotic or immoral in the core worlds. Even if they just cut the arm completely off, it would be easy enough to hook up a cybernetic replacement. Or even grow a new arm just like the old one from tissue samples from the injured man. They could even craft up something more esoteric if the man wanted. Of course, if he could, Houn would try to save the man's arm.
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Mar 1, 2017 20:41:58 GMT -8
Post by Mellik Umarov on Mar 1, 2017 20:41:58 GMT -8
A deep echo resonated in the back of Aldross' unconscious mind, almost like a heart beat. It was a strange feeling to him - something he was certainly not familiar with... yet it felt as though he'd been hearing this echo his entire life. It was distant and new, yet familiar... The words spoken around him by the medical personal all blended in a strange rhythm to this echo the young human felt.
"Am I... dead...?" he thought to himself. He heard strange noises now - the whir of a bonesaw, the direct speech from the doctor, and various other noises he couldn't quite place.
"Not dead... but not good..."
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Mar 1, 2017 21:20:44 GMT -8
Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 1, 2017 21:20:44 GMT -8
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<<106 PP; S4 Sector, Etti IV, Mondder>>
The injured man kept drifting up toward consciousness, but the doctors kept him from waking up fully with a steady stream of downers. The scans had shown him to have force abilities, not excessively strong ones by the standards of the various force factions, but a good bit stronger than the average clan member with powers. Force users were generally harder to keep sedated, but it was something the doctors had experience with. After a few hours of surgery what could be saved, had been. The man would lose most of his forearm, along with his hand, but he would keep his elbow joint. Other than that arm, the damage was limited enough that a mix of bacta treatments & cloned grafts would heal the damage without scars.
The man was shortly transferred to the observation room attached to Dr Houn's office. While it was set up to hold four people, at the moment the mystery man was the only occupant. This particular spaceport hub wasn't particularly prone to injuries for whatever reason. Houn returned to his paper work while he waited for the man to recover enough to wake up. Having undergone all of those treatments before, it had been part of his medical training after all, he knew that the man would be extremely sore for several days while his natural cells grew into the semi-organic cloned lattice that had been used to reshape much of his upper arm & whole left side.
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Mar 1, 2017 21:42:51 GMT -8
Post by Mellik Umarov on Mar 1, 2017 21:42:51 GMT -8
Aldross breathed in hard as the sedatives wore off. His head felt like it was spinning, but after opening his eyes and letting his surroundings catch up with him, he felt alright enough to try sitting up. As he did so, he noticed that he was completely nude, save for a surgery gown. He gave a start, but lurched back down on his bed once he felt the soreness in his left arm. He went to wiggle his fingers, only to find that he couldn't. He looked down at his left arm to find that there was no longer a hand. At least he was alive and well enough to sit back up.
"Well shit... looks like I've lost the whole forearm. Must be my lucky day."
The young man braced himself on the bed with his right arm and spun himself sideways and upright on the bed, letting his legs dangle off the edge. He looked around to find the usual medical paraphernalia, along with some stranger looking devices the likes of which he'd never seen. Still, it wasn't Aldross' plan to have even landed here. He had to be skeptical; there was no place to run to, and no weapon to use to escape, not even his jade-green lightsaber given to him by his long-since dead father. Aldross knew that he didn't have any time to mourn the loss of his lightsaber; with any luck, his current company might even be amiable enough to give it back. He would try to talk them into at least letting him leave with his life.
"Agh, damn arm... E-excuse me? Doctor.? Anyone...?"
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Mar 1, 2017 22:06:29 GMT -8
Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 1, 2017 22:06:29 GMT -8
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<<106 PP; S4 Sector, Etti IV, Mondder>>
Seeing his patent wake up through the viewing window, Dr. Houn joined the man in the observation room. Checking the readouts of the various machines on his HUD one last time, Houn dismissed most them with a wave. The small drone systems built into each of them lifted the devices into the air. Folding up as they went, they dismissed machinery smoothly slotted into a series of lockers along one side of the room. Only the vital signs monitor was left out. Siting down gently into the chair next to the man's bed, Houn keyed his faceplate to shift transparent. He found that most outsiders prefered to have a face to talk to instead of just a helmet. Behind his helmet he was a zabrak of just past middle age, maybe a hundred & fifty standard years old. His hair, what little could be seen around the edges of the revealed face, was cropped short & already grey. He also had a number of stress caused wrinkles. All told, he looked like a very hard worn human fifty year old.
-Dr. Houn
Mr. Umarov? In case you need a refresher, you are on Etti IV. It is the second day of the third month of the year 106 Post Palpatine. I believe the numeric date used on Coruscant is ... 117 Years after the Battle of Yavin? How are you feeling? A somewhat sore?
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