Culex
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Post by Culex on Dec 1, 2019 22:13:07 GMT -8
*Tea. What was it about tea that the fleshlings enjoyed so much? In the holos that depicted daily life of the sentients, tea was nearly as prevalent as alcoholic beverages. Oh, the latter he understood; he too would be tempted to distract himself from the restrictions placed upon beings with living tissue had he the opportunity. But why tea?!
He surmised that it had something to do with the specialized cups it was drunk out of. What else could it be? Alcohol containers were mimicked by non-alcoholic drinks, and caf had the similar "mug" but also unique containers separate from those, whereas tea was served almost exclusively in those... admittedly quite elegant-looking cups. Unable to resist his curiosity any longer, Culex's holographic form suddenly sported a teacup. He held it up by its handle and scrutinized it all around. Eager to test his hypothesis regarding its looks, he pulled up a security feed of his own hologram and held it in various positions, in a bid to look "cool."* "I'm not impressed," *he said at length, then paused before bringing the cup to his lips and tilting it back; again, more for show than anything.
Even as he did this, the ship outside the station drew his attention with a side-eyed glance; a mere formality, considering his sensors fed him images from every angle. The ship itself was familiar, at least from records, but it was the confirmation of its identity—as well as who was on board the ship—that caused him to suddenly spit the simulated tea out.
His brief algorithm of panic was quickly disabled by his sense; if they were here for an attack, they wouldn't have bothered with formalities. Unless it was for infiltration's sake? He'd decided it was best to confer with planetside first, but not without replying,* :: "Radiant Watcher, please hold your position." ::
*What followed was a conversation with the Temple, in which he managed to avoid switching on his "hysterics" mode. Mandalorians on Felucia were already a pretty big deal, bigger still that their own leader was with them. After the conference concluded, he reopened communications. :: "Radiant Watcher, you have been granted clearance to land at the Temple's public hangars. Coordinates are being transmitted. "Su'cuy gar," and all that. Wait, was that not appropriate for a non-Mandalorian to say? Er, ignore that, have a nice day." ::
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Dec 1, 2019 22:59:17 GMT -8
<<107 PP; R6 Sector, Felucia>>
The unarmed ship waited patiently while the traffic control system took its time in giving them clearance. It was obvious, but expected, that they sudden arrival would cause at least some stir. Aya had been hoping that the measure of showing up in the Clan's diplomatic class starship & without apparent escort would help smooth over many issue. & it seems to have worked as the ship was eventually given clearance to land.
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Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on Mar 29, 2020 18:36:25 GMT -8
An uneventful Keldabe-class battleship lumbered out of hyperspace with shields lowered and weapons disarmed. A ship of this size normally could not be described as "uneventful," but a simple reading from the orbital station over Felucia confirmed that the majority of the ship was merely hull. Many of the vessel's weapon batteries had been gutted and replaced with redundant shield generators or power supplies. None of the cruiser's missile launchers remained, nor did the ion cannons; in their place stood expensive and massive communications arrays and satellite bays. And below the ship's bridge bulged an unsightly round sphere, partially melded into the hull, giving in the appearance of a blemish. In compliance with landing regulations, the battleship's designs were transferred to the station to reveal that this particular hull was, perhaps, the largest pleasure yacht in history.
Once landing permissions were assigned and clearance for docking granted, a small, unassuming shuttle detached from the underbelly hangar and meandered to the surface, leaving the Firaxa in orbit.
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Post by Achiira Taan on Mar 31, 2020 13:35:01 GMT -8
Achiira's Defender class corvette broke through hyperspace into the orbit of Felucia, looking as beautiful as her Master had once told her. Memories of her Master came flooding in, like a water dam that had slowly been opening a crack over time and bursting. She removed these memories, wiped a stray tear from her eye, slowed her heart and controlled her emotions, and listened to the force.
Whatever it was she was feeling had brought her to Felucia, the force ebbing and flowing in and around her, as if dancing. She knew of a Jedi Temple here, and wondered if this was what she was here for.
Once landing permission were granted and assigned, the Defender Class would descend down to the surface.
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The Holy Man
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Post by The Holy Man on Jul 7, 2020 10:56:01 GMT -8
In the vast darkness of space around Felucia, five Gladiator-Class Star Destroyers appear simultaneously outside of the planet's scanning range. The five ships start in a V formation before the two ships on the ends break from formation and remain in open space. The center three give their engines one last burst before cutting all power and going dark, slowly drifting in the general direction of the planet.
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Meanwhile on the other side of the planet, a single freighter dropped into real space. The ship was a modified Allanar N3 Light Freighter with the standard weapons removed, a clear indication to anyone that this ship was unarmed and not had no intention to engage in combat. Inside the freighter, a much older man in faded robes stood over the shoulder of his feline pilot. The man pointed to a scan of the planet, indicating where his pilot should bring the ship.
The man sat down in the cockpit and closed his eyes to consider what was to come. The man had spent years traversing the galaxy in his past life, and even longer hidden in the shadows of the galaxy. After all that time this was the moment for his return. He had spent years meticulously planning what was going to happen next. Felucia was where this had to happen... But Felucia was only the beginning.
The feline pilot of the ship acknowledged the man's instruction and pointed the ship towards the planet's open terrain. The ship moved slowly but directly, in anticipation of any force that may notice them. The man had waited this long, there was no need to rush now. The tide is rising, and nothing will stand in its way.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Mar 22, 2023 13:20:58 GMT -8
A Yuuzhan Vong transport dropped out of hyperspace and moved towards the planet, sinking into the atmosphere, aiming for Kway Teow.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Mar 22, 2023 13:22:11 GMT -8
Several hours later the transport climbed into space, and jumped to hyperspace.
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Culex
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Post by Culex on Mar 23, 2023 20:10:37 GMT -8
"That's one weird-looking ship."
*That was it. That was all Culex had to say, before returning to his video game. His randomized video game, which at this point was the only way the AI could get fulfillment out of them, actually having to adapt and learn as he goes, instead of following the subroutines through predetermined pathways.*
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 4, 2023 18:58:18 GMT -8
==On Wing's of Eagles==
<<113 PP (123 ABY); R6 Sector, Felucia, High Orbit>>
The unnamed transport ship burst into the system in a flash of pseudomotion, one moment empty space, the next a sleek silver hull of ultrachrome. It wasn't an unknown arrival however, it and its cargo were expected. Not only expected, it & its sister ships made regular trips to the fungal world. The GR-75's cargo pod was loaded from bulkhead to bulkhead with an impressive number of cryopods, each containing livestock animals intended for delivery to the planet below.
-Orania
Traffic Control, this is commerce shipment to the agricultural subsidiary. Requesting clearance to land at Kway Teow.
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Culex
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Post by Culex on Jun 4, 2023 19:35:19 GMT -8
*Culex's avatar materializes in the control room, visible to no one but the security cameras, solely for the express purpose of scratching his holographic chin in contemplation as the AI runs some checks and establishes contact with Kway Teow's agricultural department. Upon confirming the expected arrival and being told to send them on through, the avatar then shrugs and fades back into the computer, replying to the comm.* :: "Shipment confirmed, you are clear to land at the Kway Teow special loading zone. Transmitting coordinates now." :: *The AI briefly hesitates, said hesitation lasting but a mere millisecond in human reckoning, before deciding not to indulge in more unseen avatar antics, instead simply transmitting as he promised.*
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Kel'Al Raganella
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Jan 16, 2024 21:43:58 GMT -8
On the Edge of the Felucia System
=Theomiir Starstrider=
At the edge of the star system, on an inbound vector towards the fourth planet orbiting Felix, the slightly-dilapidated G9 Rigger-class Light Freighter The Purple Phoenix popped out of hyperspace. A proximity alarm blared, and the lone pilot's eyes popped open. He yawned, and his hand slapped the alarm reset. But the ship wasn't content to be quiet for long. Almost immediately, another alarm blared, and a sensor light came on, indicating low pressure in one of the sublight engines. Theomiir groaned, and ignored it. There was nothing seriously wrong, so far as he could tell, and he'd survived half a dozen short planet hops around this part of the Outer Rim in the last nine months, but he really did need to find a decent mechanic soon. The trick was to do it without blowing his cover, or attracting too much of the wrong kind of attention. He was slowly learning that a Jedi Knight could stay off the radar almost indefinitely, but a starship, not so much.
The only reason he had dared to come to Felucia in the first place was that for only the second time since he had parted from Jordaan and Kay'li to cautiously roam this corner of the Outer Rim, he was absolutely certain that the Hirudineans were no longer tracking him or his ship. His presence therefore would not endanger the Jedi who called Felucia home. With the Force as his guide, he hoped to catch up on the latest Jedi and Galaxy events (the stuff that didn't make the outer rim rumor spinners), and maybe even acquire knowledge that could help him make a more informed search for his missing friend. And he wouldn't repeat the mistake he'd made after he left Muunilinst. There would be no hypercom call to Kay'li this time.
The mottled browns and blues of hyperspace had long since faded, and Felucia herself had grown from a pinprick of light to a glowing ball. Theo shook the sleep out of his eyes, and prepared to hail the surface as soon as he was within range. His eyes fell to his transponder, and his eyes narrowed. He pondered which explanation he should use for his presence. He didn't want to lie to a Jedi-aligned world, but he also didn't know if the authorities on Felucia would see that Corellia had reported The Purple Phoenix stolen. Perhaps it was best to explain as little as possible, and let the Felucians ask the questions.
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Gwyn
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Post by Gwyn on Sept 17, 2024 11:12:16 GMT -8
[ Gwyn | Cockpit | Morninglord-class Light Defender (Unnamed) | Felucia | Felucia's Open Orbit ] Attn: Jair CrawfordThe Morninglord-class ship burst out of hyperspace and drew close to the planet's atmosphere. To Gwyn's shock the ship seemed to open a comm channel to the Jedi Base below almost of its own accord. She was fairly certain she hadn't yet reached the button for the comm. It almost felt like the ship was eager to approach the Jedi base. But that couldn't be possible. She looked over at Jair, indicating the channel was open.
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Jair Crawford
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Post by Jair Crawford on Sept 17, 2024 12:04:58 GMT -8
Morninglord Class, identify yourself at once! How did you open coms with us without getting transferred from orbit? The terse voice of a commander from the Military Base could be heard over the com link.
It's Jair, from the Temple. Quite frankly I'm not sure what happened with the coms, I do apologize for that. Jair looked over at Gwyn acknowledging that he had no idea how the ship bypassed Orbit.
The commander on the other end, however, immediately relaxed upon hearing Jair's voice. Jair! Always great to hear from you. Don't worry about the mixup, just get your com system checked. Probably some sort of bug in the system. In any case, you're cleared to land in the hangars if you need to. I recognize your A-wing in there although... why did you change its signature?
I had to get to Coruscant for a personal mission. Couldn't have them knowing I was a Jedi. Jair explained, knowing he could trust these guys with the plain truth.
I hope you were extra careful out there, sir. Very well, I am clearing you to land in the hangars now. And with that the com link went silent for the time being. Jair looked over at Gwyn to let her know they were in the clear.
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Gwyn
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Post by Gwyn on Sept 17, 2024 12:14:18 GMT -8
[ Gwyn | Cockpit | Morninglord-class Light Defender (Unnamed) | Felucia | Felucia's Open Orbit ] Attn: Jair CrawfordGwyn merely nodded to Jair, glad there were no complications this time (except for the ship acting just ahead of Gwyn). She was unaware that her ship was broadcasting itself to other Aldar ships in the vicinity of its charming new owner, who had yet to even assign a name to it.
She flew the ship in, but again, noticed how the ship's controls seemed to be anticipating her choices. Did the ship have an advanced auto-pilot system???
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Dalo
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Post by Dalo on Oct 11, 2024 5:08:13 GMT -8
A modified VCX-100, so named the Predator, dropped from hyperspace and cruised into Felucia's orbit and stopped short of the planet's gravitational pull. Dalo ensured all weapon and shield systems were down and started to broadcast his ship's identification in request to open coms so he could be cleared to land. This probably wouldn't happen any time soon until Jair arrived, which suited Dalo fine for the time being. For the moment, he just sat in the pilot seat staring deeply out into the planet's grace. He couldn't believe he was back here again and memories, both fond and otherwise not, intruded his mind. There wasn't time for that at the moment, Dalo needed to get cleaned up a bit before he started his next set of affairs. He was both excited and nervous, hopeful and skeptical. His thoughts returned to the past and wondered how he might be received as he awaited a response.
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Jair Crawford
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Post by Jair Crawford on Oct 11, 2024 10:07:53 GMT -8
***Before Current Felucia Time***
Jair's A-Wing zipped into orbit from hyperspace.
You made it! The new Temple is in a different location so just follow my coordinates. With that, Jair began the descent down to the planet, heading towards the Jedi Temple Hangars.
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Post by Dalo on Oct 11, 2024 16:25:33 GMT -8
Copy that. Dalo followed Jair's coordinates as per instruction and pitched the Predator to the Temple Hangars.
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Post by Gwyn on Oct 11, 2024 19:21:48 GMT -8
Present day...[ Gwyn | Cockpit | Deck Two | Morninglord-class light defender (Unnamed) | Felucia | Felucia's Open Orbit ] Attn: Jair CrawfordWhen they cleared the orbit of Felucia, Gwyn slowed the vessel down, away from the scanning range, and leaned back in her seat, relaxing and waiting. She trusted Jair to figure out where they needed to go next.
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Jair Crawford
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Post by Jair Crawford on Oct 11, 2024 19:28:45 GMT -8
Jair, however, was not having much luck with his senses yet. And he wasn't quite sure why. It could be that wherever they were trying to go wasn't being prompted by a lost memory. However, before Jair could explain the situation, he heard a beeping noise come from the ships console. He checked it out distractedly, but then with a bit of surprised expression, turned to look at Gwyn.
"Uh... why did the nav computer just set Naboo as our hyperspace jump destination?"
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Post by Gwyn on Oct 11, 2024 20:46:22 GMT -8
Present day...[ Gwyn | Cockpit | Deck Two | Morninglord-class light defender (Unnamed) | Felucia | Felucia's Open Orbit ] Attn: Jair CrawfordGwyn blinked.
“I don't...”
The hyperdrive engines activated and the pair found themselves heading for Naboo.
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