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Post by Achiira Taan on Apr 4, 2020 13:59:41 GMT -8
Achiira watched as the mother and children moved over to their ship to unload, she could feel a sense of frustration, isolation maybe. As she focused, she knew it to be emanating from the mother, as if there was a weight upon her shoulders. Achiira knew the woman was not a force sensitive, she couldn't feel any force signature coming from her, it made her wonder how it must feel to be the only one not to feel the force. She always had an ability to sense how others felt, just like she was able to sense her Master was ready for death, ready to be one with the force, was not scared but calm. Achiira often wondered how it would be like to live blind to the force, if life would be easier of more difficult. But judging by this woman it was difficult. Achiira brought her mind back to Alexia.
"Thank you Alexia. If I am honest, I don't feel ready to face the trials, I would appreciate continuing my training, but I will meet with the Grandmaster if you wish."
Achiira knew she was meant to be here. The way she felt the force at this moment was nothing she'd ever felt before, the way it clearly centered around this man, and the way it responded upon her arrival. She wondered if she'd get a chance to speak with him sometime soon and work out why the force called her here.
The datapad Alexia held pinged, the rooms were ready.
"I can collect my personal items shortly, thank you. A tour of the Temple sounds great, and I'd gladly welcome a look at the gardens. "
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Apr 4, 2020 23:39:44 GMT -8
Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Apr 4, 2020 23:39:44 GMT -8
"I'll take a tour another time. You kids have fun!"
By now, Atuna had cleared the wing of the shuttle and was briskly on pace to exit the hangar. He passed by loading droids, empty crates and surveillance equipment without so much as a proverbial glance, his attention squarely focused on the clearing outside. Once he stepped into the light, the warmth of the Felixan sun sent waves of bumps rolling over his arms. His hands and face flushed slightly, bringing a tender pink color to his otherwise light skin. It was a primal radiation, unbridled and bright, quite unlike Coruscant Prime, the light from which rarely made its way to the surface where Melia's shop had been. A lot of Atuna's time not with Melia in her boutique was spent in space, aboard his vessel, managing his vast communications network, studying, training with his children and monitoring his finances. Sunlight was a commodity he never quite had enough of.
Simple things that people took for granted, like the sun on their skin--and the nostalgia of such sensations--eluded him still, even now, after Atuna had finally retired from his endless work. But that was the catch, it being endless and all--retiring in word but not in action. He owed Melia another apology again, it seemed.
Once away from the hangar entrance, out of the path of traffic, Atuna put a hand behind himself, as if he expected something to be there. He could feel his hand flatten, as if he was pressing it against a solid surface, and with that hand he pushed himself up and sat himself down with a low hop. Then he crossed his legs and locked his fingers together before leaning his head back into his hands. To an observer, he appeared to be levitating in an invisible chair about two feet off the ground, his head lazily tilted to the sky in order to catch as much sun as possible.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2020 12:16:56 GMT -8
A small smile took shape upon Alexia's face as Achiira explained her feelings on her preparedness for the trials. It was always reassuring to know that people had enough understanding of themselves and their skills to admit when they weren't ready. It defined a personality of modesty, humility, and a lack of pride. The makings of a wise and powerful Jedi in her later years. "There is certainly no shame in believing you are not ready. It actually says much more about you than you realize. If you are not ready, then I'm sure the Grandmaster will no doubt accept that choice and help you find a master to continue your training."
Atuna's words caught her attention shortly after Achiira said her piece. As she turned to face him, he was already making his way out of the hangar towards the temple's exterior. She took a step forward, ready to call out and stop him, but hesitated. For some, caution still remained since the Sith came to Felucia a few years ago, leaving the original Jedi Base devastated. While the Sith sought to leave a message that they could come at any time and leave such a trail of destruction, the creation of the new Jedi Temple was their response to said message. They were still thriving upon this world and still serving as a beacon of light in the galaxy. Yet, it made people cautious, herself included. The Sith were devious and she wouldn't put it past any of them for sending in a spy somehow. It was true that Atuna spoke of the Grandmaster as if he knew him, but that could have easily been a ploy. He could have easily known that Master Calmcacil was gone and was seeking to separate himself from the resident Jedi to begin his plans.
But in that first step, before a hand could even be raised or a word escaped her lips, she felt something stop her. Something in the Force told her to cease her actions and to trust that all would be fine, that Atuna posed no threat to the Jedi. She gave the slightest of nods to the sensation, choosing to believe in the feeling. If she would be chastised for leaving him be, then she would accept it.
Turning back to the remaining people that gathered, she nodded to Achiira. "As you gather your things, I will get a couple of droids together to take them to your chambers."
She then turned and noticed a couple of droids nearing the Lemep family shuttle and moved over towards them. "If you, please, I need some items delivered to a couple of rooms. The hoverlift here with the Lemep family needs their items room G-161 and Miss Taan needs her's moved to room G-024. Please ensure they get there quickly and safely." The droids then nodded and moved to take the items of the arrivals so that their things could be delivered and waiting for them when they arrived.
Stepping back up to both parties, she looked between them. "Is everyone ready for the tour?"
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Apr 6, 2020 10:51:14 GMT -8
Post by Achiira Taan on Apr 6, 2020 10:51:14 GMT -8
Both Achiira and Alexia watched as the man was leaving the hanger, leaving no time for anyone to give him a farewell. Both Jedi looked at him in different ways as he moved away, Achiira more so in a fascination, in a manner that brought peace and content to her. Alexia on the other hand looked with what felt to Achiira as some form of doubt, a hesitation of some sort. Before Achiira could sense the reason for it, Alexia had already started talking to her again.
"Thank you Knight Alexia." She smiled, took two steps backwards and bowed politely before heading to her ship.
Achiira moved through the ships quarters to her dorm, where she picked up two small suitcases. Having only been amongst the Jedi most of her life, Achiira had few materialistic things, carrying mainly changes of clothing and undergarments. Two of her most personal items would be the Robes and Lightsaber that belonged to Master Shanti Orlynx, her friend and mentor of 6 years, these keepings would only serve as a reminder that she isn't ready for Kinighthood. Achiira never understood the need or want for personal items until now. She would often think of most humans and how disconnected they were to life because of their materialistic attachments , focusing on careers that bring bigger luxuries, earning more money to be able to brag and use it as a bargaining source. Achiira didn't understand wealth, nor did she want to and this solidifies her humility and path toward helping those in need, and being part of a Jedi Order that focuses on bringing peace to those around them.
She came down the boarding ramp, left the suit cases at the bottom for the droids to take care of, and then waited for Alexia to lead them on the grand tour.
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Apr 6, 2020 12:26:38 GMT -8
Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Apr 6, 2020 12:26:38 GMT -8
Melia and Ivy came down the boarding ramp only a minute or so later, with Melia pulling and Ivy pushing a rickety iron rack on wheels, of all things. The rack was long and had a tendency to jerk to the left, so navigating down the boarding ramp gave Melia anxiety every time. Clipped to the top bar rested a half-dozen or so metal hangers, each sporting a vibrant and ornate dress wrapped in protective plastic. Two bars on either side of the top bar also displayed neckties, pants, nightgowns and loose bolts of fabric too large to carry. None of the items fell from the rack as it descended to the hangar floor, despite how they rocked and swayed with every jolt and bump of the wheels.
The loading droids hoisted the rack onto the hoverlift while Melia locked the wheels, to prevent unnecessary rolling around. A moment later, several medium-sized boxes placed themselves, as if by magic, onto the lift beside the rack. Each one was labeled with a name: three of them belonging to Melia, one for clothes, one for her sewing machine, and one for her various tradecraft utensils. The rest belonged to each of the family members, mostly clothes in the case of the children, and mostly books and datapads in Atuna's case. Titus, who had used the Force to carry the boxes, held his hands on his hips, slightly out of breath, while Ivy clapped for him.
Melia turned to Alexia and smiled. "So, a tour? That sounds lovely. I believe we're all ready here."
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Apr 6, 2020 13:09:09 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2020 13:09:09 GMT -8
Alexia stood back and watched as the last of the personal items were being loaded. She would have helped had it not been for the droids already present and aiding the family. Tilting her head, the girl looked over the rack that had just been brought down. Different types of outfits hung there, making her wonder if they all belonged to the older woman or if they were part of the business she owned. As Achiira returned, Alexia made a mental note to bring up while on their tour.
Once all seemed to be ready to go, Alexia gave a bright smile and nod. "Alright then. If you all would follow me. We will begin. Our first stop, the gardens." Looking between the children and Alexia, she closed her hazel eyes and tilted her head, making her smile all the brighter before leading them from the hangar bay.
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Apr 30, 2020 8:34:36 GMT -8
Post by Uelis Inarin on Apr 30, 2020 8:34:36 GMT -8
He entered the hangar bay and approahed one of the terminals he quickly accessed one of the terminals and put in an inmediate request to take a single manned small hyperspace equipped syarship on a reconnaissance mission. The computer informed him that a Starhopper had recently had an overhaul, the terminal notified him which bay he would find the vessel and Uelis made his way over to the ship.
Uelis ran his hand along the fuselage before popping the canopy and climbing in.
He familiarised himself with the controls and then slowly the vessel rose from the ground and exited the hangar.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on May 9, 2020 14:39:11 GMT -8
The Fifth Son a modified AA-9 freighter landed adjacent to the new Jedi Temple its dull colours in stark contrast to the vibrant hues present on the planet. Although the temple was all but self sufficient there were commodities you couldn't easily get. As the crew began to unload the contents of the ship onto the landing pad to be distributed a tall cloaked figure disembarked unnoticed by the other members of the crew. Indeed even the droids and machines working around the hanger did not seem to even notice him. Walking over to a command console the figure tapped the keypad several times to contact the temple requesting permission to enter. Receiving no response he figured that the system was picking up his request as an error, after all, all other systems were saying there was no being at the console.
Exhaling Zed expanded his mind. Unlike many of the planets he had visited in the past decade Felucia felt alive. The Force was stronger here than anywhere he had felt since leaving Contruum, no doubt in part because of the Jedi Temple beside him, and faintly he could sense the Darkside. He could feel the lingering darkness from the attack by the Blackguard, and under that the planet itself. Feeding on The Force around him him he focused on dropping the telepathy that kept him shrouded from others. Using the extra energy he buried his presence hiding his innate force ability. He did not wish for those inside to know about his Force potential.
Once again he keyed the temple requesting access.
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May 10, 2020 2:07:58 GMT -8
Post by Steffo Rancis on May 10, 2020 2:07:58 GMT -8
The second attempt seemed to prove to be more successful as a calm female voice emitted from the console in a monotone voice.
::An academy delegate shall be with you shortly.::
Twenty minutes later a smaller door in the large hangar bay doors opened and out padded a Gotal his head looking down at a series of data sheets he seemed to be furtively rifling through, he didn't even look up from burying himself and made a straight B line for Zed who no doubt would hear a few muttered words such as, "graphs, diffusion and time parameters."
He stopped a span away from Zed and finally stopped and looked up, the dim green light from the pince nez data amplification glasses shone across Zed's face.
"Blasted things, always forget to take then off."
The Gotal fumbled with the device on the end of his nose and then finally stashed them, he then leaned forward and narrowed his aging eyes as he peered at Zed up and down.
"Well, who might you be then?"
He said rather shortly.
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May 10, 2020 9:34:06 GMT -8
Post by Zed Bakiska on May 10, 2020 9:34:06 GMT -8
Looking up from a purple mushroom he had picked up from the back of the panel he let it fall to the ground. No doubt some cleaning droid would have found it back there and removed it. Now it could do the same from the ground.
My name is Zed. I've come to petition access to the archives in your temple. I came across something, a scrap of knowledge but can find no mention of it anywhere I have searched and I hoped that if it were to be anywhere that the Jedi would have it in their archives. Although his face was hidden behind a mask the Gotal could tell the words were spoken through stiff lips. If they were to probe deeper into his emotions it would find eagerness and excitement masking the contempt for those around him.
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May 10, 2020 15:18:46 GMT -8
Post by Steffo Rancis on May 10, 2020 15:18:46 GMT -8
"Hold these."
The Gotal abruptly thrust two of the data sheets into Zed's hands and positioned his arms so he held them both diagonally and at chest height. He slipped on the pince nez and activated them the green lenses flaring to life as he stepped back and held up the third sheet.
"Tobarmath you fool! It's not temporal, but Deictic."
The Gotal seemed to do a little jump, he then turned away from Zed muttering some more to himself, before looking over his shoulder as he proceeded through the door.
"Do come along won't you. I haven't got all day."
He proceeded to busy himself by pulling out a stylus from one of the many punches he wore upon one of the many belts, then moving to ferret around in a second pouch he produced a new roll of sheet and began to hurriedly scribble notes as he made his way across the hangar floor and into toward the hallways.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on May 11, 2020 5:21:53 GMT -8
What a strange creature he thought to himself. Continuing to hold to two datasheets as he followed the Gotal Zed looked at them and recognized several of the terms used but for the most part it was gibberish to him. Assuming they were already forgotten he stored them away in some hidden pockets inside his cloak.
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Apr 28, 2022 19:35:56 GMT -8
*Morgan plopped down onto the couch within the Naked Dragon's lounge, sighing as she draped her arms over its top. She glanced back and forth with a small smile, saying,* "This couch used to be larger."
"Or you're just bigger," *replied Laney, sitting beside her and smirking.* "Barely."
"Ouch." *Morgan pouted at her before leaning up against her, wrapping her arms around the half-Zeltron.
Sylvie sat down on Morgan's other side, her movements as deliberate and elegant as ever.* "I was certain you'd've sprung up in your adolescent years."
"Oh, please," *said Morgan, pretending to look hurt as she sunk into Laney's bosom,* "let's keep picking on the short girl."
*The Sylphe put up her hands defensively.* "I wasn't! It's just, you know, even the smallest of seeds can grow the greatest tree."
"And you were a 'small seed,'" *said Koda, standing near the couch with his arms folded.
Sylvie frowned at him.* "Koda, that's enough."
*The Devaronian's brow furrowed.* "Didn't she just say—" *He slapped his forehead.* "That was sarcasm."
*Laney snickered as she looked down at Morgan, hand running through her hair.* "Which he's still not good with."
"I guess I deserve that."
*Lokay croaked softly as he hopped up onto the table, the red and black tailring, curling up and observing the conversation. Sylvie smiled at him and turned to Morgan again.* "How's Roma adjusting?"
"Quite well." *She sat up a little, remaining in Laney's embrace.* "Thankfully I have help. The entire family's enamored with her, and she's made a little Bothan friend she spends most of her time with." *She glanced up as Niam entered the lounge, smiled at him, and continued,* "She actually figured out the layout of the Temple really fast. Must be all the tracking I taught her out there." *She smirked a little.* "No, but honestly, she's adjusting well, but neither of us have been back in the jungle since arriving and I think we both miss it a little."
*Laney reached for her hand and squeezed it tight.* "You're not allowed to leave again." *While being facetious, a trace of sincerity lingered in her words.
Morgan sensed this as she looked up at her, smiling as she nodded slowly.* "Never again." *She pecked her lips and leaned into her shoulder, looking around at everyone.* "I can't give this up again. Besides, Roma likes it here now. And besides that, I promised I would take her to Kway Teow, try to look up her dad."
*Picking up on the hint of trepidation, Laney asked,* "You alright?"
*She nodded.* "Just... wondering where I even start if I meet him again. 'Hey, it's me, that jungle girl you boned. Congrats! You're the father!'"
*In spite of things, Laney and Sylvie snickered while Koda snorted.
Niam took a seat on the edge of the couch, asking,* "What are you hoping to accomplish with this meeting? Besides introducing a father to his child, of course."
*Morgan looked at him a moment and sighed.* "I'm not sure. Just that? I guess? Just feels right to let him know he has a kid. It's not like I'm after child support or anything." *She chuckled half-mirthlessly.*
"Oh, so you're not trying to reconnect with an old flame?" *Laney asked, smirking.
Morgan shook her head, smiling.* "It wasn't like that, Laney. I knew him a couple of days, and most of that was helping him observe wildlife and taking notes. I really didn't get to know him that much as a person and, well, I don't think he'd've known I was a Jedi if I weren't wearing this." *She gently flicked the lightsaber hanging from her hip.*
"And yet..."
*Morgan folded her arms, unable to keep a straight face as she pouted.* "You try being without sentient contact for years and see how hard it is to resist making a move..."
*Laney smirked.* "Oh, so you made the first move."
*Morgan failed to restrain a titter.* "Anyway..." *After taking a moment to collect herself, she sighed.* "But really, that's about it. Might be nice to catch up, but I just want Roma to be able to meet her father."
*Expression turning sincere, Laney asked,* "Want me to come with?"
"That'll go over well, 'Hi, thought you'd like to meet your kid, oh her? That's my girlfriend, so sorry, I'm taken.'"
*Laney laughed.* "I mean, who's to say he isn't hooked up with someone?"
*Morgan blinked.* "... fuck. That would make things even more awkward!" *She buried her face in her hands and let out a lengthy sigh.* "Feels like I can't win with this..."
*Niam shrugged his shoulders.* "Then look him up. Contact him from afar, if possible. Frankly it would be more proper to establish communications before you were to just spring yourself on him out of nowhere after so many years."
*Morgan blinked, looking up slowly. After getting over the fact that she'd missed the obvious, she nodded.* "Yeah, you're right." *She sighed and leaned back against the couch.* "You're so right. I guess being away from society for ten years made me forget some etiquette!" *Laney laughed, but Morgan cut her off with a grin.* "Not a word from you!"
*Niam flashed his palms, ignoring Laney's lost remark.* "It's why I'm here. I can help you find him if you need it."
*Morgan nodded.* "Yes, thank you. Bit later, though."
*The Arkanian nodded in return, standing.* "Let me know when. I'm going to tend to some things." *He turned and exited the lounge.
Morgan stood as well, starting away from the couch.* "I need some alone time." *She took a few more steps, stopped, and turned to look at the still-seated Laney.* "I said, I need some alone time."
*Laney's eyebrows flicked upward and she grinned as she stood, hustling to her side.* "Yes, ma'am."
*She grinned at Laney, taking her hand and glancing over her shoulder.* "Keep an eye on Lokay."
"You got it," *said Sylvie, kneeling down to stroke the tailring's scales—much to his delight—as the two disappeared into their cabin.*
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Jul 21, 2023 10:51:49 GMT -8
Post by Serenity Sage on Jul 21, 2023 10:51:49 GMT -8
[ Serenity Sage a.k.a. Red | Bay 24 | Hangars | Felucia ] Attn: Anybody It sometimes felt like she was all alone here on Felucia. Still cut off from almost all the goings-on in the galaxy, Red carried on her routine until a master saw fit to complete her training, limited though her strength in the Force was. Still, she had plenty to keep her busy. The patients in the medical bay for one, and she always spent a lot of her time here, in the hangar bay, tending to the various vehicles and ships that came in, using what was known as a Moving Meditation.
Movements and activity were sporadic, however, and Red found herself often performing maintenance on the ships and fighters to keep them in good working order should a full-fledged Jedi need transportation in a hurry.
Today felt like a decidedly lazy day for the teenaged Padawan, and she sat under the body of the X-Wing she'd been repairing for the last two days, power wrench lying within reach whenever she was ready to start working on it again. Instead, she began to reach out with her senses, stretching them into the world, and then trying to sense what was beyond. Why was there practically no one around these days?
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jul 22, 2023 19:44:41 GMT -8
*An R3-series astromech rolled into the hangar, looking in top shape. Hangar lights gleamed off its clear dome and polished green panels, sensor scanning the area. Its wheels slowed to a stop as its dome turned to focus on the girl sitting beneath the X-wing, regarding her inquisitively. Adjusting its treads, it approached her, trilling a question, essentially asking her if she needed assistance should she understand its language.*
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Post by Serenity Sage on Jul 22, 2023 22:56:42 GMT -8
[ Serenity Sage a.k.a. Red | Bay 24 | Hangars | Felucia ] Attn: Morgan CalmcacilWith how quiet the place was, even the threads of an astromech droid were easy to pick up for Red. She listened to its trills and warbles, recognizing the Binary language. She was fortunately fluent enough with it given her time on Raxus Prime and Nar Shaddaa. Smiling, she rose into a kneeling position. Due to her very small height of four feet and nine inches, she was still shorter than the droid at present, but was confident its eye could see her.
“Hello,” said Red, “haven't seen you around before.”
She tilted her head to one side, and pondered, “Perhaps I haven't been here when you are. Anyway, yes, help is always welcome. Name's Red.”
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jul 24, 2023 22:52:41 GMT -8
*The droid beeped happily at her understanding, dome swiveling side to side. It then gave its name as "Bolt," whirring forward beneath the ship while commenting how difficult it seemed to be to find a sentient who could understand it.*
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Post by Serenity Sage on Jul 26, 2023 18:43:42 GMT -8
[ Serenity Sage a.k.a. Red | Bay 24 | Hangars | Felucia ] Attn: Morgan CalmcacilRed smiled at Bolt as the droid began to render assistance. As an astromech droid, she trusted the droid potentially knew more than she did about some crafts, since there was a high likelihood it was not taken for a routine memory wipe, which would lead to a most unique personality and eventual unique verbiage even in Binary. Most astromechs were prone to that.
“I understand the feeling, Bolt,” said Red, “I grew up on Raxus Prime, then in Nar Shaddaa. I was eventually found and brought here. Though there appears to be no master willing to take me on and train.”
She holstered her power wrench and took out a hydrospanner as she continued her work on the X-Wing, “Do you know of any masters who are perhaps searching for a Padawan?”
It was probably an odd thing to ask an astromech droid, but Red saw no harm in asking. At most the droid might get snarky with her, or just not understand.
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Jul 28, 2023 20:58:33 GMT -8
*Bolt processed her words as its sensor scanned the X-wing, running its own diagnostic on the starfighter. Satisfied, the astromech wheeled up to a landing tread and extended a tool, starting on some simpler repairs as it admitted little knowledge in these matters. It then added the only Master it truly knew was unfortunately preoccupied.*
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Post by Serenity Sage on Aug 18, 2023 3:49:51 GMT -8
[ Serenity Sage a.k.a. Red | Bay 24 | Hangars | Felucia ] Attn: Morgan CalmcacilRed smiled at the droid, then continued her end of the work. She hadn't expected an affirmative response from it, but it was nice to have someone to converse with in any case.
“That's fine, Bolt,” said Red, “I didn't think you would, but it was worth a shot. Hmm...”
She'd paused in her dialogue when she started to really pay attention to the craft she and Bolt were working on. Scorch marks of blaster fire suggested that this x-wing had seen some serious action, the durasteel had been repaired or outright replaced damaged sections. “This fighter's had some rough times. Shall we take a look at the cockpit and astromech port?”
Without waiting, she activated her jump boots and rocketed up to the top, where she stood, near the cockpit, and popped the hatch. Despite her connection to the Force, Red was more reliant on technology and tools to get the job done.
“Has the pilot jury-rigged the ship more than once?” asked Red, a hint of astonishment in her voice.
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