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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 6:30:29 GMT -8
*The history is currently unknown.*
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Post by Oracle on Apr 25, 2013 21:31:29 GMT -8
In a sector of space not usually used for reentry into real space from the hyperlanes, a small bolt of lightning flashed. It was there for only a brief moment, and could have easily been described as a trick of the visual organs; after all lightning in space was impossible. And had anybody decided to take the event as a trick of the visual organs and moved on, they almost certainly would have missed the second bolt of lightning arc for kilometers across the vacuum, as well as the third and fourth. The bolts seemed to strike out with increasing frequency, although they gradually seemed to be striking closer to each other, their arcs growing shorter and short until they ultimately seemed to come together and form a bright white orb in the middle of space. And with a roar that made even the loudest thunderclap seem like a newborn mother's lullaby, the luminescent sphere suddenly rocketed towards the lush planet. For what must have been a terrifying few seconds, the orb showed no sign of slowing down, as though the Force had created a dwarf star and sent it hurtling towards the world below solely to test the perception of those there to witness it.
But the sphere began to slow. Exponentially so, in fact. And when it became no faster than an ordinary starship, the blindingly bright sphere peeled away and disintegrated like the petals of a flower simultaneously in bloom and in blazes to reveal a heavily-modified Barloz-class freighter. With three long rails on the dorsal, port, and starboard sides of the ship, coils lining the hull that still seemed to glow with the same bright energy, and a copper-colored vent taking up a good portion of its underside, whoever had modified the ship had somehow managed to make a Barloz-class freighter even uglier than its stock appearance.
In the ugly ship's bridge, a Mon Calamari pilot sat at the controls and lowered the throttle, running a quick diagnostics check. Engines checked out. Atmosphere and temperature regulators had held. Internal power was consistent. The miniature hypermatter reactor hadn't fried any secondary systems. The insanely powerful navicomputer network hadn't burned out. Autopilot was still online. And if the ship's chrono hadn't shorted out and reset, the ship had arrived in Tatooine space roughly two minutes after their initial departure from Yavin IV.
Not that anybody who had witnessed their arrival needed to know that fact, let alone the truth behind it.
Professor Jecib Milnik, having checked to make sure the ship had not in fact blown up, now turned his large red eyes to the ship's scanners. There were several settlements on the planet where he could drop off his "passengers" - a term he used as loosely as possible - and refuel his vessel before once more taking to the stars. In the main cabin, so far as he knew, a young woman and her droid companion sat. He did not like them. He really did not like them. In fact, he had half a mind to simply drop them off in the hands of Jedi authorities. But as they had not actually done anything, technically, Professor Milnik doubted anything would really come of it. This was also something the layman did not need to know.
Milnik reached for the shipboard comm unit, accessing the PA system to address his two passengers.
We'll be landing somewhere shortly. If my records are accurate, there's an established Jedi presence on this world, and from there I suspect it would be reasonably easy for you two to get to wherever it is you're going. Young lady, I want you and your machine off my ship the minute we touch down. The minute.
Without another word, Professor Milnik shut the system down, preventing the pair from using the cabin's own comm unit to reply. Nothing they had to say would mean much to the older Mon Calamari in any case.
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Post by Culex on Apr 27, 2013 20:47:01 GMT -8
*Today, it was graphic design. The things Culex got into when he was bored were endlessly changing. Plant monsters, magic runes, even household appliances like blenders. And why not? It was different, and fun, and his advanced artificial intelligence was able to decipher when shading was imperfect or the shape was off and could look at art objectively, rather than give in to "feelings." Not that Culex didn't have feelings, but with art, it was just a bunch of pictures.
And then there was a ship. Business as usual. Deciding not to put his latest work on hold, he hailed the incoming craft, putting the finishing touches on an old-fashioned pop singer with poofy hair.*
:: Greetings, incoming craft, this is Felucia Orbital Control. May I be of service? We're never gonna let you down. ::
*... did that just slip out? Darn it, he shouldn't be listening to music while he worked. Well, whatever, he could write it off as a sort of pitch, claiming to provide excellent service no matter who or what was coming to the world. Stupid music, stupid pop singers, stupid art.*
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Post by Oracle on Apr 27, 2013 21:05:08 GMT -8
Oh...well, thank you.
The response was certainly friendlier than Professor Milnik had expected. None of the usual 'fly here, land there' dance. It sounded more like genuine interest in his vessel and his needs, and provided a sense of welcome to the world below. But more importantly, from the sound of things the traffic controller had not picked up on the absolutely massive radiation spike that came with re-entry from the omnitemporal vortex. Right now, as friendly as the controller was, all Professor Milnik wanted to do was land his ship, dump the two beings in his bedroom, refuel the sublight engines and finally - after four long years in this far-flung universe - return home. He could almost see his wife and children again, almost smell the fresh Alderaan air as he strolled about the university.
But in order to do that, all he had to do was get past this last hurdle. A blue milk run, as his friends in the Kor Vella garage would have called it.
Young man, I'm looking to land and refuel, as well as drop off a Jedi...associate, shall we say, of mine. Could you perhaps point me in the right direction?
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Post by Culex on Apr 27, 2013 21:14:01 GMT -8
:: "Jedi associate," you say? Then you'll want the Jedi Base. One moment while I give up the coordinates. ::
*Damn it, he'd done it again. That wasn't even clever, it was just forced. And not even intentional. Blah, well, all he could do now was transmit the coordinates to the Jedi Base, send the group on its way, and hope that he'd move on to a new project before the next arrivals showed up...*
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Apr 28, 2013 11:27:26 GMT -8
Na'an had not moved or spoken much since she had been locked in. Rather, she had moved into one of the small chairs in the holding cell where she had been guided, strapping herself into the seat and not looking outwards as the ship left its pad and blasted into space. As the power built, flinging the ship back across time, she'd drawn her legs upwards over the straps, hugging them tight to her chest and staring at a point somewhere between her toes. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see LE-03 watching her, looking confused, but the droid never said a word. Na'an didn't mind. It gave her time to think.
What was she doing? What had she been doing? Na'an knew the answer, sort of. She'd gone into the past and attempted to change history. She'd tried to wipe the last seven years of her life entirely, taking the Family and everything Formidonis had done with it. At some point she'd told herself that doing so would save lives: Berlin and Bulthos, the old crew of the Pygmalion, all the bystanders on Coruscant and Dantooine, even the Family itself would be happier and healthier, and maybe even all of them would still be alive.
But when the moment came, and Aherk Formidonis' throat was in her hands, those people hadn't been on her mind at all. There had only been the rage and betrayal and the red voice demanding blood, and under all of that, red as the voice, there had been pleasure in knowing that this time she'd be the one destroying her enemy.
In that moment, the Dark Side of the Force had made Vidalu Na'an more powerful than she had ever been, and she had loved it.
She felt like she was going to throw up.
No wonder the Masters had sent her away after Tatooine. Somewhere down the line, Na'an had let her grief turn to rage, and then willingly let it consume her. That must be why she couldn't meditate properly anymore: she'd given her power up to hate, and now that was the only way she could touch the Force at all. Even now, she knew she still hated Aherk horribly--her hands were still shaking from her encounter with him, those laughing dark eyes ghosting across her recent memory as if mocking her for her weakness. He'd made her this way, and she still wanted his blood in payment.
She was sick. There was no denying it, no faking that she was okay anymore. Vidalu Na'an was sick, and there was no saving herself. When she got to Yavin IV, she would have to submit herself to the Jedi and ask for help.
As if on cue, the intercom crackled to life, Dr. MIlnik's voice on the other end. He sounded angry, still, and was ordering her off his ship the minute they landed. Na'an wasn't that surprised, again. She'd earned his resentment at the very least. It also helped that, despite the recent events, she still couldn't help but appreciate someone who wore their hate of her on their sleeve. He didn't seem to want to hurt her...and it was honest, and honestly deserved. Someone like the person she'd been didn't deserve much else.
She finally looked out the port, anticipating their return to the Jedi Praxeum. As the ship spiraled downwards, she could see the lush green-and-blue landscape below, interspersed with grayish ocean and bright, multicolored sparkles where the sun hit the land--
Wait. Sparkles? Yavin IV didn't sparkle--even the buildings there were made matte. This wasn't Yavin IV at all. Why on earth had the scientist taken her to Felucia?
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Post by Oracle on May 4, 2013 22:48:39 GMT -8
A heavily-modified Barloz freighter raced away from Felucia at breakneck speed.
Professor Milnik watched as the final circle on the display monitor lit up a bright and encouraging green, showing that the chronoporter's temporal displacement apparatus was at critical mass and ready to fire from the three rails set on the port, starboard, and dorsal sides of the craft. On the vessels' computerized viewport, a series of green rectangles popped up, giving the Mon Calamari's ship a flight path. The ship would have to curve around to face the planet, after which there was a long straightaway, and the path terminated with a bright red rectangle. To some, this was surely the sign of a faulty navicomputer.
But to those that knew the truth, it was simply where the universe was just right.
The vessel reached the apex of its turn, slowly coming around to face the flora-swarmed planet of Felucia before hitting its straightaway.
On cue, the engines went into overdrive, thrusting Milnik back into his seat. Out of habit, the Mon Calamari rechecked the seat restraints and took one last glance at the monitor. Alderaan, 4,500 years prior. All systems were go. Hypermatter reactor ready to fire.
This was it.
The coils, wrapping around the Barloz like a dull metal ribcage, suddenly glowed with a blue light that quickly grew brighter and brighter until it was blindingly white. Energy pulsed through the ship's three rails. Arcs of electricity shot from rail to coil as the chronoporter rocked with the combination of the engine's vibration and the sheer energy output of the temporal displacement apparatus. Inside the ship, there was a deafening scream as raw energy shot from a home-built micro-sized hypermatter reactor into seven pulsarium ring amplification chambers, multiplying its already impressive power to an almost incalculable level.
There was a blinding flash of light, as though a star had just gone supernova right above the planet's surface. And just as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone; the only evidence that anything had ever been there was a faintly visible ion trail and the occasional arc of lightning as electricity jumped across space.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2013 17:54:26 GMT -8
A shuttle, registered to the Corellian Jedi Academy dropped out of hyperspace in orbit. On board was Padawan Terra Kiros, who was here mainly as a "change of pace" operation. Part of preparing for her Trials was to see how things went on other Jedi worlds and this was one stop on that particular journey. The pilot hailed the academy below.
This is shuttle Stargazer of the Corellian Jedi Academy. We're approaching the planet now, requesting permission to land.
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Post by Culex on Aug 30, 2013 18:40:38 GMT -8
*Today's game was an old classic. It was about a little blue robot that had to kill other robots and defeat an old man who controlled them. For a "classic," though, it seemed to have quite a few issues, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to check out the other entries in this series. He seemed to be fighting what appeared to be a walking tree, when suddenly the chime for an approaching vehicle got his attention. Pausing his game, the AI looked up, listening to the communication that came in. The ship was affiliated with the Corellian Jedi Academy, requesting permission to land. Culex ran a quick verification check, then responded.*
:: Shuttle Stargazer, you have been cleared for landing. Sending you coordinates now. ... by the way, if you were fighting a robot made of trees, how would you defeat it? ::
*Wait, he could just look that up himself. Ah well, no harm in being social. He sent the coordinates to the shuttle as he awaited a response.*
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2013 18:46:37 GMT -8
The pilot was unsure of how to respond to the question posted, but at least they had permission to land. There was a pause for a moment as the pilot tried to think of a response.
Umm...axes? Maybe? I'm sorry, I don't know. Beginning approach.
With that, the shuttle began its descent into Felucia's atmosphere, heading for the Jedi base.
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Post by Culex on Aug 30, 2013 20:12:12 GMT -8
*Culex's hologram frowned when the woman's answer was uncertain, though axes made a modicum of sense. He ran a quick search on the HoloNet to be certain, but the robot with axes wasn't even around until the sixth game! How was he supposed to use a weapon he couldn't even get until four games later?!*
Damn you, Capcom!!!
*That was it, he was ragequitting.*
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Post by Eliel on Sept 1, 2013 17:18:43 GMT -8
A small Jedi freighter suddenly popped into existence in Felucia's orbit after long days of hyperspace travel. Eliel Terr sat at the controls, head in her hands. Yavin IV was under siege. The Mando Fleet controlled Yavin Station. Ariel had been on Yavin Station. She would've been in a firefight surely. Did she survive?
Absently, she hit the comm.
Dorn to Orbit control. Requesting permission to land.
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Post by Culex on Sept 1, 2013 20:44:12 GMT -8
*Culex had his head in his hands, in frustration. Not a normal gesture for an AI, but Culex had gone through so much during his career that he did nonsensical things for an AI. Or even for a normal person. Damn games, putting the weapon to beat the enemy in a completely different entry! Culex growled, then there was another beep. An incoming freighter, a registered Jedi one for that matter. Culex ran a quick check, and it was registered to Yavin Station. Everything seemed to check out, so Culex nodded, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice.*
:: Shuttle Dorn, you are clear to land, sending coordinates now. ::
*He packaged the coordinates and sent them to the shuttle, then his eyes fell over the logo for the game he was just playing. After a moment of glaring, he deleted the file.*
:: You suck. ::
*... the communications window was still open. Again. Reacting hastily, Culex replied swiftly.*
:: Er, no! I wasn't saying that to you! It was to this game, there was a wood robot, and I couldn't kill it because the weapon I need is in a completely different game, and these games don't even have interconnectivity! You don't suck! At least, I don't know if you do, but I wouldn't say you do. ... Please enjoy your day. ::
*He quickly shut off the communications link, then buried his face in his hands again. One mistake after another. Wasn't his fault, humans were so fickle and difficult to rationalize with when there was the potential for a misunderstanding. Culex knew better than anyone, thanks to his years of experience as a customer service AI...*
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Post by Eliel on Sept 2, 2013 19:42:49 GMT -8
. . .
A thousand different swears rose to the tip of her tongue at the offending answer but died away when the officer scrambled to explain. Wait, why the hell was an orbit control officer playing holo games? Never mind. Eli punched in the coordinates and steered the freighter down to the Jedi Base.
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Post by Alastor on Oct 11, 2013 21:46:04 GMT -8
Your YT-1000 drops out of hyperspace and he guides it towards the planet. The entire cargo area was bare, and little was stored inside of the cabin near the cockpit. All that could be seen aside from the bed would be the Shadow Thief's mask and garb. You, the vampire reminding yourself, grabs the HoloNet comlink radio, and sends a transmission down towards the planet.
This is Alastor seeking clearance to land.
I ran my hand through the stark black plumes of hair and continued towards the planet, I had to land there was absolutely no other option. If I didn't I wouldn't even make it out of the system, let alone to where I needed to be. I was tired, and hungry. I hated being hungry, it turned me into something I try to refrain from being something of a monster. Tapping my armour as I continued to wait to be hailed I came to a decision.
With a short pause, you guided his ship towards the planet. You would not wait for clearance, you couldn't. The carnal side of you, Shadow Thief, was crying out beneath your skin, as if tiny needles where pressing out of your body. You would have to eat, or you would surely die.
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Post by Culex on Oct 11, 2013 22:34:40 GMT -8
*Culex had decided to take the day off from video games. ... it was painful. He was trying to do other things to take his mind off it, but it just wasn't going well. He found a rather humorous fortune-telling gadget though, though it wasn't as amusing when one had no partner. Maybe if he could rope a passerby into it... Ah! There was one now! Someone named "Alastor"! Oh man, this Alastor was in for a treat!*
:: Hello there! You're just in time, I've found a very amusing activity you could share— ... in? ::
*But the ship hadn't waited, instead deciding to head down to surface of its own volition. Well, that was both rude, against protocol, and just left Culex alone again. He frowned, sending a routine message to the base to be wary of a potential incoming ship and gave its make and model and appearance, then went back to finding things to distract him from video games.*
:: Authentication is REQUIRED, damn it... ::
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Post by Alastor on Oct 12, 2013 22:49:35 GMT -8
You guide your YT-1000 up to orbit from the Jedi enclave, and towards the hyperspace lane. After a few moments of consideration you had found your mark. Hurriedly punching in the coordinates your ship stretched into hyperspace before vanishing completely.
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Post by Von Verros on Oct 15, 2013 0:48:40 GMT -8
the transport shuttle carrying Von down to the planet started to make slow dissent towards the planets surface
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Post by Meer Naala on Oct 16, 2013 15:11:00 GMT -8
A lone ship reenters normal space on a very well traveled hyperspace lane. The ship a XJ7 X-Wing upon closers inspection floats in towards the planet as its engines kick in to take it towards the planet. Inside the ship a lone woman sits at the controls. A blonde with emerald eyes and a black outfit which many referred to as "witch" like. The woman sighs as she looks down at the planet, she really hoped that guy at the cantina knew what he was talking about. He said that the word around was there was a jedi academy on this planet. However Meer could sense the hostilities from the planet from here. There was much life on the planet and many very deadly animals and likely deadly planets according to the data Meer had been reading on the trip towards the system. Still nothing risked nothing gained, and for once she might have a place she could call home. Flicking on the comm she sends a message down to the planet hoping someone would be paying attention or might hear her.
This is XJ7 X-Wing code name "Scarlett Nova" to control. Asking for permission to land my craft, prefer to be close to the jedi academy. Purpose of visit it to visit said academy.
After sending the message she flicked off the comm to wait for a reply. Sighing again her droid behind her sent a message over console to her that forced her to smile. It was just a quick you need to calm down message that jedi weren't known for being vicious beasts that killed without reason. She spoke over her shoulder to him.
Ok but if they start licking their lips were are hitting atmo before I tell you I told you so.
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Post by Culex on Oct 16, 2013 21:05:48 GMT -8
*Another ship landing without clearance?! What was with people?! Not even a check-in! Culex was getting tired of these people, all two of them, to the point he— oh, hey, someone who was actually checking in, that was nice.*
:: Oh thank the Force, you actually checked into orbital clearing! Ugh, I don't know what's got into people. Two people; count 'em, two! Two out of all the countless people who pass through here didn't even check in! Argh... I'm not asking for sympathy, because it's not going to put me into a good mood. But still, thank you! ... right. Jedi Base. Uh... there. You're cleared. ::
*Culex sent the coordinates to the base and granted the clearance, then leaned back and sighed. At least there was one Good Samaritan in the galaxy...*
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