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Post by Ander Tagira on May 19, 2014 16:13:42 GMT -8
Tag arched an eyebrow from behind the T-visor of his helm, scanning the Jensaarai woman's face for any sign of why she might think he was the sort of man to talk to in such a tone. She was visibly angry, her lips turned downward in a frown and her brow furrowed in frustrated thought. Setting down a rather large anti-armor rifle, Tag grasped the overhead support and leaned slightly outside of the gunship's troop bay door. He looked down at the Jensaarai, who he knew of as Crystaall Sehefadu. The woman had served with them on a variety of missions, including the pirate raids of Bespin and the anti-poaching operation on Hoth. Currently, Tag knew Sehefadu was seeing one of their own commandos romantically, Leftenant Ali Hadrix, of 2nd Battalion. He'd seen the two women together around the ship, but had never known her to be so...angry. Perhaps Hadrix had broken things off after her leave to Naboo.
I don't have a commander. Tag stated plainly in response, stepping down from the gunship and onto the hangar deck a foot below. It wasn't true, strictly speaking. Delmani Altic was assigned the command of Tag's unit, but GALSAF Black Operators worked independently of the primary chain of command. Most of their missions were assigned, planned and carried out by the Operators themselves, and rarely did BOG commandos work in anything more than pairs.
But if you want to find the infiltration team, you might check over there. Tag jerked his head slightly to the left and pointed with a gloved hand to a collection of soldiers from 4th Battalion who were grouped together around one of the massive MAT-TE walkers that served as GALSAF's primary armored vehicle for mechanized commandos. The joke, of course, was that the infiltration team consisted of Tag and his fellow Operators, and their attachment Ellie Ordo, though the Jensaarai woman wouldn't see the truth on his face, nor would she glean anything from trying to read his mind with those Force talents of hers. Before turning back to the equipment inside the gunship, Tag made a request of the woman. Ask them if they've ran a Boom Test on their walker's cannon, if you don't mind. We can't have the thing misfiring in the middle of the fight. The request of course, was a false one. A "Boom Test" was a way for veteran soldiers of the long since disbanded Yavin IV Defense Force to get new recruits to scream into the muzzles of their vehicle cannons. The whole practice was meant to humiliate the fresh soldiers, and give their new comrades a good laugh.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on May 19, 2014 17:09:13 GMT -8
*Without a word, Crystaall sighed and nodded to Tag. She stood there though for several moments to look them over. The client Ellie, Tag and a few others that were noted to her as GALSAF's Black Ops group. She shook her head and made her way there, anger in every step she took. But of course her anger wasn't that she didn't know exactly where to be, it was that she was going to Felucia. A planet that had so much influence on the Force, a single dark jedi could turn the planet into a kill zone for any sane being. As she walked toward the MAT-TE's that Tag directed her to, she clenched her fists. She expected some of the men to be looking at her fondly, and even though she liked the fact that people appreciated her body, she found it demeaning when she was heading into combat. Once she reached the group, Crystaall knocked one of the soldiers on their head with her prosthetic fist, the only things not covered by her black stealth suit.*
-Have you men performed a Boom Test on those cannons yet? If you haven't I suggest you do it. And if you have I suggest doing it again before I pound someone's skull into the ground. -
*Then without reason, Crystaall turned and made her way back to Tag's group with a smile on her face as if she just did something great. Instead she did her best to breach Tag's mind and send him a message through the Force so only he could hear it. Whether he heard it or not was only if Tag's mind accepted the message.*
'You know that trick would've fooled so many Jedi in my same position. I'm not a Jedi, but I admire the attempt'
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Ander Tagira
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Post by Ander Tagira on May 19, 2014 18:41:19 GMT -8
The commando fated to receive Crystaall's welcoming rap on the head wheeled about to face her, a male Askajian Staff Sergent with surprise and anger in his eyes. "You better have a damn good reason for that." The Askajian snarled, the disrespectful gesture leaving a sour taste in his mouth. His fellow soldiers gathered around the lone Jensaarai woman; those without buy'ce adorning their heads giving her serious looks. Several of them reached for their rifles, picking the weapons up and hefting them casually, but firmly. As Crystaall barked her demands, the Staff Sergent's lip twitched at the corner. "There are those who covet Jedi like childhood toys, Jetii," The Askajian spat, his hand resting on the grip of his sidearm as he shook his head. "But you won't find any of them here."
The commandos knew full well that hostilities between them and the Jensaarai woman was like to end poorly for most of them, but Crystaall hopefully had not forgotten where she was, and who she was surrounded by. The woman was known as a friend to GALSAF's leaders, and lover to one of its female officers, but amongst the rest of the organization, she was little more than a part-time ally. GALSAF's commandos were more than capable of handling Force Users in open combat, and they clearly had the advantage of numbers and firepower.
"What in the ever-loving kriff is going on here!?" A booming voice demanded suddenly. The Askajian Staff Sergent leaned sideward far enough to catch sight of the man striding for them from Crystaall's backside. Lieutenant Coronel Zed Mul was a male Falleen with olive-skin and violet eyes, just over two meters tall with pitch black hair that grew only near the top of his skull and ended at his waist. It swayed gently as he marched towards the group, silken locks catching the light of the hangar. His jaw was clenched and his brow furrowed in anger. The Coronel was garbed in full combat gear, the plates of his armor painted the same mottled green-brown as the rest of the battalion's commandos. Mul glared lasers at the Askajian Staff Sergent, before turning his fierce gaze on Crystaall.
"Get back to work, you fools." He snarled, taking the Jensaarai female aside as the commandos returned their attentions to their vehicle. Coronel Mul looked down at Crystaall from his towering height, his sharp features accentuated by the look of anger on his visage. "You are a guest here, Sehefadu." The Falleen muttered, keeping his voice stern, but low enough in pitch to avoid being overheard. "And until the day when you choose to make yourself one of us, do not forget it." Mul left the issue behind them with that, picking up on the pheromones Crystaall's skin emitted, betraying her underlying emotional state. He made no comment, but to Mul, the woman was harboring a reservoir of anger. For what cause, he could not say, nor would he speculate. "The infiltration team is over there, with the two black gunships. Load your gear and do whatever else you need to be prepped for departure, we leave in twenty minutes." The Falleen Coronel took his eyes away from Crystaall and glanced around the hangar, a final quick inspection on the preparations that were now reaching their conclusion. "I'll see you on the ground, Sehefadu." Mul concluded, turning on a heel and marching away.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on May 20, 2014 3:13:22 GMT -8
*Crystaall remained silent the entire time. But she was not in the mood for this man's words, or any of GALSAF's troops surrounding her like a rabid dog. The mention of Jedi, and then being called such in Mandolorian made her shake her head as Mul made his way toward the group. She tried to remain calm, but the enrgy pulsing from Felucia was knawing at her head. When Mul sent the others away and spoke to Crystaall alon, she simply nodded. She didn't intend to piss the man off, but the others certainly didn't know her well enough to know she was always this aggressive. With direction to the infiltration team and Mul's words, Crystaall silently apologized with a two finger salute and the made her way over to the black gunships. Once there, she stored her pistols and sabers, and made sure she had everything else. Throughout the whole incident, R4 was still behind Crystaall making beeping noises that only a few could understand, probably annoying to the troops around her.*
"Droids can't feel the Force, but if you were me, you'd have a right to be angry. This planet can corrupt you if you're not careful. I'm surprised Ali didn't join me, she knows I don't have a good history with dark force energy."
*With those words the droid quickly began to respond, wifh Crystaall's response seen as kicking the astromech droid off the gunship. Once she finished her own prepping, Crystaall got off the gunship and picked R4 up, even though he could do it on his own.*
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Ander Tagira
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Post by Ander Tagira on May 20, 2014 10:17:02 GMT -8
Tag smirked as Crystaall made her way back over to the gunship, keying the portside troop door closed as he finished loading the last of the gear. The Jensaarai woman finished up her own prep work at the vessel's rear cargo bay. Tag left Ellie for a moment and leaned a plated elbow against the hull of the ship as Crystaall was retrieving her R4 unit from the deck where she'd flung it.
Let's try this again, shall we? Tag said, his tone pleasant this time around. He extended a gloved hand for the woman to take. I'm Tag, Black Operations. This here is Ellie Ordo- -Tag gestured to the Mandalorian woman behind him- -And the others are Hoover, Gaunt and Altic. We're glad to have you with us, ma'am. I heard of your and the Jensaarai's work with one of our units on Bespin and Hoth. He nodded his helmeted head in acknowledgement of the other warrior. I look forward to seeing what you're capable of with my own eyes.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on May 20, 2014 11:07:23 GMT -8
*Crystaall turned to see Tag and smiled. The man meant well, and she happily shook his hand. The anger on her face dissipated, but she wasn't truly convinced it would go away as Tag introduced himself and the others. She nodded to all and even bowed to Ellie. A form of respect Crystaall rarely gave to someone. She placed her hands on her hips and gave her own introduction.*
-Well, I'm Crystaall Sehefadu, Jensaarai Warrior. Its nice to meet a capable group. R4 is my best friend and fellow companion. Thought he might be welcome, so I took him with. And I have to say that I'll definitely prove myself. I'm not only good for my talk and temper, I've got a lot of battles on my belt. Hope we make it without an incident.-
*With that, Crystaall closed an gave them a big smile. She was confident they would be alright, but her temper might begin to rise once they hit the planet.*
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Post by Ellie Ordo on May 20, 2014 11:52:55 GMT -8
*Ellie watched the exchange between Tag and the newest arrival, Crystaall. She gave a bemused expression when the women introduced herself before giving a slight bow.*
::Ellie Ordo. Bounty hunter. I'm glad to have all the help we can get. I as well hope this goes without incident, but even the best laid plans aren't perfect.:: *Ellie knew that no matter how well planned they were. They were walking into a very dangerous situation. She cast a sideways glance towards Altic, wondering what exactly the man had against her. She bit her lower lip, while being glad that she had her helmet on to hide her expression. Turning her attention back to Crystaall, deciding to ask her what she knew of the mission.* ::So what exactly do you know of this mission. Have you been completely debriefed on it?::
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Post by Ander Tagira on May 20, 2014 14:51:44 GMT -8
Tag felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Altic. Time to leave, son. The man said gruffly; his voice always appeared unchanged by the vocoder in his helmet, Tag mused enviously. The damn things made even the stoutest men sound like children if they weren't calibrated perfectly. He motioned Crystaall out of the way of the gunship's loading ramp as she and Ellie spoke, then slapped the interior control that would close the ramp. Tag poked his head around the vessel's starboard side, gesturing to Hoover and Gaunt to board. As the two men climbed into the troop bay, Tag looked back to the two women.
Keep it going inside ladies, we've got to go. He told them, stepping up into the gunship's troop bay himself. Once everyone was accounted for and seated, Tag closed the starboard bay door; it sealed behind him with a quiet click. A darkness fell briefly on the craft's interior before the illumination panels flickered on, bathing the occupants in a pale red glow. Tag enjoyed the familiar shiver of the deck beneath his feet as he seated himself, clasping his restraints over his shoulders and around his waist. Soon they were off, the gunship's pilots lifting the vehicle into the air and slipping out of the Firestorm's hangar bay through it's shields. Tag leaned forward and activated the internal display on the forward bulkhead of the troop bay, providing the group with an exterior view of the ship from the pilots' perspectives. Before them, Felucia hung still in space, blues and greens coating its surface like colonies of microbes on a petri dish. The trip to their insertion point on the planet's surface wouldn't take long, no more than twenty or so minutes. Tag linked his buy'ce with those of the pilots as he reoriented the external holocameras to get a view of the rest of the force.
Take us in easy, guys, no rush. If you can't find an open area to set us down in, we can rappel. Tag told them as he looked over the rest of the battalion's force. LAAT gunships of a variety of models were arrayed in loose formations to their port side, the other pitch black LAAT/s was to their starboard. MAT-TE walkers hung limply from their carrier gunships, as did a number of other walker craft. The battalion had brought only one anti-aircraft vehicle, as the recce report stated there were no airborne threats to be concerned about. The rest of the force's commandos were holed up in the remaining LAAT/i gunships, which would deploy their occupants alongside their assigned vehicles upon reaching their insertion zone on the planet's densely forested surface.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on May 20, 2014 15:29:45 GMT -8
*Crystaall nodded to Ellie, acknowledging the woman as she spoke and only gave the Madno woman a smirk as they stepped inside the gunship for lift off. She had actually only gotten not much info, expecting R4 to have the details, but all he provided was Ellie's name and basic background. Hearing that the woman was a bounty hunter made her smile. It was a long time ago when she pursued that life. Unfortunately she had unexpected consequences due to her courage in those times. Crystaall shook her head of that thought and decided to tell Ellie the truth. There had to be some truth given in order for trust to be established.*
-Honestly, the only big thing I know is that we're infiltrating a base on Felucia. Everything, other than your name and basic history, is blank to me. I was a Hunter back in my childhood, but if you don't mind filling me in on anything I missed, that would help me straighten things out in my mind.-
*She smiled innocently at Elli, to give the girl comfort in trusting the Jensaarai. Being much older than she looked, Crystaall had to play the innocent yet courageous broad at sometimes. Her hand griped onto the clasp above her as she stood up. The sweat on her shoulders was barely there, but had managed to leak some within her prosthetic left arm. The gears would rust, but any tight movement would cause squeaking in the metal. The sweat that came from Crystaall's body was not her nervousness of the battle, but that of her own ability to stay sane on the planet. It was haunting her every second how easily she could fall to the madness. But she wouldn't allow it to happen.*
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Post by Ellie Ordo on May 20, 2014 18:04:25 GMT -8
*Ellie looked at the women in front of her, inspecting her through her t-shaped visor. The woman's innocent smile didn't faze Ellie, she was always on guard now a days.. She had not removed her helmet since she entered the hangar, so the women probably didn't even know what she looked like. Which was good for Ellie. Leaning her back against the wall of the ship, she gave a small nod.* ::So you've experienced the same drives that I have. That's good. The main reason you and GALSAF are here to is to wipe out a group of Sith slavers that I've been tracking since Ryloth. They took a Jedi Padawan and I've been tasked in finding her. That's why I'm here. I can't take on this many Sith by myself. Simple really. Kill the Sith, rescue the Jedi and other hostages. Should be just another day of work for you.:: *Even suppressing her force presence, Ellie could almost feel an internal battle going on inside the Jensaarai. More then likely it was the same one she was having. This planet was evil, and it tried to pry at her very feelings. The closer they got, the worse it felt.*
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Post by Ander Tagira on May 20, 2014 20:53:35 GMT -8
Tag listened in silence as the two women exchanged words, and in Crystaall's case, looks as well. He was slightly perturbed to learn the Jensaarai woman had signed on to an operation she hadn't been briefed on, an oversight on behalf of GALCOM, to be sure. Coronel Strasky would be hearing from him on that one, most certainly. He leaned forward as Ellie finished voicing her thoughts, which included a vague summary of their mission on Felucia. Sehefadu was sweating bullets, his thermal visor showed her body temperature was reading hotter than it should be in the cool air of the troop bay, though he couldn't guess as to why. The Operator leaned forward, quick to fill in the gaps of Ordo's own briefing. He set the external holoprojector on his helmet to display the section of Felucian terrain they would be covering in their mission. It shimmered slightly as the image appeared hovering over the bay floor as Tag began repeating the information included in the recce report he'd received that morning.
Our target is an Old Republic military compound dating back to the Clone Wars. The Imperials must have used the place as well, before our Sith slavers, or the forests would have retaken in over the years. It's structure is functional enough, though there's few active defenses to be concerned with. The majority of opposition will come from the Sith themselves, which Ellie tells us are captured Jedi sent crazed by the group's leader. Tag brought up several objective markers and unit symbols onto the holographic image with a flick of his eyes. These symbols mark our units. The blue triangles with the lines through them are our mechanized forces. Their dismounted counterparts are marked in small blue circles. Both our armor and our dismounts will approach the compound from the West, making for the West side of the base. The black squares are us and the other BOG team. We'll make our approach from the South. Each of those symbols marks our initial insertion points, respective to their assigned units. Once we land, the symbols will be linked with our locations, and they'll track along with our progress. The landing zones are the red circles, filled in grey. Tag pointed to the compound, and identified the symbols that appeared on his command.
These are each task force's objectives. The red crosses mark where our armor units will strike, the red X's are the infiltration team's objectives. He explained, then brought a series of blue solid lines to appear on the hologram. The lines connected the unit symbols to their respective objectives. These blue lines are each unit's approach vector. Barring any disruptions, we'll travel these routes, to the compound. Ellie here tells me there's underground access routes to the compound from the forest outside the perimeter. Our Recce Team confirmed her intel last night, though the passages are choked with plant growth, so the going may be slow. Our armor units will hold off their advance until the infiltration team, that's us, makes it into those passages and inside the compound perimeter. I'll give them the signal to move, and they'll advance on the compound, firing on the West walls of the structure while we complete our infiltration from the South. Once our armor has initiated their attack, we'll make our way into the open compound, retrieve our hostages, and ready for extraction.
Tag keyed his HUD again with a handful of eye movements, and the holographic display zoomed in on the compound itself. We have two possibilities for exfiltration. The Recce Team reports that the Sith have no aircraft in the area, which means we may be able to call for exfil directly from within the compound. All we will need to do is make our way to an open area, preferably the East wall, where we'll gain elevation over any hostiles. If the area's too combay heavy, we'll have to exfil back out through the underground passages and return to our original insertion point for extraction. Savvy? Tag let the display remain where it was, so that the others could review it at their leisure.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on May 21, 2014 3:34:16 GMT -8
*Crystaall listened closely to both Ellie and Tag as they went over the mission. She had to close her eyes and shake her head as she heard Ellie's responses to her, and tapped the earpiece she had to reveal a small holo-visor across her eyes. Listening with that intent of not screwing anything up, Tag went over practically everything. She chuckled inside her head at this. 'Leave it to GALSAF to be the most knowledgeable on everything. Surprised Ander hasn't pried into the Jensaarai member's pasts' She told herself as they got even closer. Once Tag had finished his description, Crystaall nodded and gave Ellie a bad look. But it wasn't of hatred, it was of disappointment.*
-Just another day of work, is someone you tell that has gone through the same routine over and over Ms. Ordo. Its not my intention to be rude to you, but never again assume that this is just another job for me. I no longer live that life, and I'm not just here to kill Sith. These men are almost like cousins to me, and they will be protected like my family., and you as well. And as for drives, you are still young. Even if this galaxy has been harsh on you, what drives a man or woman changes based on how they will grow as a person. I hope you have acknowledged that growth.-
*Crystaall said this in a monotone voice, but with no break in her voice. She expressed utter seriousness so Ellie would understand how important that was to her. She was not only a warrior, but a guardian, and she signed on to train and assist GALSAF when needed. Anyone associated with them would be family to her, and even though it was naive, she would do her best to keep those under her care safe. Ellie's mention of drives when she first heard her speak shocked her for a moment, but then made her a bit angry. This woman couldn't possibly know what drived her, but was possibly under the impression that GALSAF regularly hired Crystaall as a freelance fighter for them. This time she cracked a smile and the whimper of a laugh at this assumption. She wasn't even getting paid for this.*
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Post by Ander Tagira on May 21, 2014 9:37:27 GMT -8
Tag furrowed his brow at the two women's interactions, glad at least his head didn't start aching. He shut down the holoprojector with an eye-blink and interrupted the conversation before the women found anything more to dislike about one another. Ready up, we're hitting atmosphere. He said, perhaps a bit too snappishly. Tag gripped his shoulder restraints tightly with gloved hands as the gunship began to shake and rock back and forth as it struck Felucia's uppermost atmosphere. He glanced at the interior display screen, rechecking the positions of their various craft, then ran through the mission plan in his head once more.
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Post by Makia Speer on Jun 25, 2014 12:48:23 GMT -8
Makia shrugged. There was no use in arguing the point. Some people needed to be shown truth, rather than just told it. She was much the same way. Makia figured that, had she been in his position, she'd say the same thing, though, knowing herself so well, she'd probably have stabbed herself several times also. She supposed it was a good thing, he wasn't her.
As soon as her eyes rested on large, round, purple sphere of Felucia, a trimmer ran through the woman. Makia's eyes lit up a most brilliant green and she gripped the back of a chair.
Well...
She said, her strange nervousness showing itself by a subtle shift and carefully pursed lips.
It's been a while.
There were a number of people she hoped weren't on the planet. Come to think about it, there weren't many she wished were there. With a shake of her head, she stabilized herself and slid into the chair she'd been holding onto.
Well.... Get on with it. I don't want to spend anymore time here than I have to.
She snapped, apparently shifting into another mood....again. Crossing her arms, she tossed back her black hair and closed her eyes, obviously irritated at something unspoken...and even unthought.
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Post by Raine Bralor on Jul 8, 2014 19:51:02 GMT -8
*A quick flash of light broke the darkness of space as a YT-2000 freighter materialized from hyperspace. The slightly banged up vessel took up orbit around the large jungle planet below. Inside the cockpit said a women in her mid 50's. Her hair was ash blond turning to grey, but her eyes held the same life they did in her youth. She set about the ships controls making sure they were safely in orbit before turning to the young girl asleep in the seat next to her. The older women couldn't help but give a small smile at the girl curled up in the seat using a beat up old brown leather jacket as a blanket. She reached over and gently shook the girls shoulder to wake her before turning to the ships com system. The girl woke and groggily looked around. Sleep filled her voice as she glanced out the cockpit window.*
-Raine-
"Where...are we?"
-Pilot-
"Felucia. We made it." *Without another word she activated the ships coms and contacted the Jedi temple below.* ::Orbital control. This is Captain Halex of the Orion, requesting permission to land at the Jedi Temple. Cargo is one pilot and a force sensitive child.::
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Post by Culex on Jul 9, 2014 18:31:49 GMT -8
*Space cable was terrible up here as it was, and one of Culex's favorite stations was no longer available on the program. He'd spent the better part of the cycle on line with the provider, demanding to know why they'd taken it off of his package. There was a ton of mumbojumbo about "incentive" packages and ratings and whatnot but Culex wasn't having any of it whatsoever; the representative clearly sounded impatient and like he really wanted off of the line, but Culex was refusing to let him go.
That was, until a ship appeared in orbit, contacting control and announcing their presence, identifying their passengers, and requesting permission to land. Culex groaned a little before responding to the customer service rep.*
:: Hold for one sec, I gotta take care of something. ::
*That guy was going to continue to get an earful later, but right now, job. He cross-checked the ship's design with his databases, verified its authenticity, then responded, perfectly restraining his disgruntlement.*
:: Freighter Orion, you are clear to land at the Base, sending coordinates, please enjoy your stay. ::
*After seeing to the freighter, Culex returned to the line to customer service, ready to continue his tirade.*
:: Alright, you nerf-herder, I'm still— Hello? ::
*... the rodders had hung up on him! That was poor customer service! Now Culex was really angry, and he was making another call...*
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Post by Raine Bralor on Jul 10, 2014 4:57:46 GMT -8
*Halex confirmed the coordinates before turning the ship planet word.*
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Post by Jensin Kal on Aug 18, 2014 20:32:53 GMT -8
''Hold him down!'' One of them said to another as Arno fell back against the wall with a bloody & broken nose, Revlan having his fist bruised and bloody, Kebb made those connections as he ran out to discover the commotion after he pulled the ship out of hyperspace travel. ''Son of ah - '' Arno touched his tender nose. ''You broke my bloody nose!''
He said to Revlan after taking a handkerchief to the blood. Revlan launched himself forward but Kebb & Atalia pushed him back, Arno was no threat to them and no one knew why all of the sudden Revlan snapped like he did. She could see it in his eyes he knew something they did not. ''He plans to sell us out! ''
Arno gave out a laugh after wiping off his nose.
''You're paranoid, he's lost his damn mind hasn't he? ''
''Screw you!'' He replied instantly and reached out to Arno using a force technique to choke the pilot. ''You'll learn from this mistake I promise you.. ''
It hadn't been three days since Revlan had acted like a proud Jedi Knight, since that fight with that Sith in the dune sea he's changed. Something in his head flipped and he isn't acting like himself which scarred Atalia in fear of losing him forever. Times were bound to become tough but not like this, she glanced at Revlan then with one swift kick she knocked him out cold. Kebb looked at her who glanced at Arno. We take him planet side, none of us can help Revlan because whatever is going on in his head is beyond our control.
She hit him real hard, a boot mark still marked the side of his face. Arno was the first to budge from this room after hearing her plan, the faster that maniac was off his ship the better. He had taken the controls and steered the ship heading towards the terrain of the planet.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Feb 4, 2015 2:33:23 GMT -8
*The Quiet Perseverance rose into orbit from the Jedi Base, as Aerandir input coordinates to the planet Umgul. Once all preparations were complete, the star yacht disappeared into hyperspace.*
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Raimundo Darkwater
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Post by Raimundo Darkwater on Mar 1, 2015 12:19:15 GMT -8
Just outside Felucia's orbit, a single Whitecloak stafighter, signaling the name "The Savior" exit hyperspace. It slowed its advance as it came into range of detection.
Sitting at the controls was a young, twenty two year old Cerean. Opening the communications to the planet, Rai's voice sounded into the microphone.
"Orbital Control, this is Jedi Knight Raimundo Darkwater. I'm here to request an audience with Jedi Master Aerandir Calmcacil and for coordinates to the Felucian Conclave. Over."
Rai relaxed as he stared through the cockpit windshield, taking in the beauty of the vastness of space and the shining of the countless stars.
Although he didn't have an appointment and had not contacted Master Calmcacil ahead of time, Rai had a feeling he was being expected.... After all, Ashla works in mysterious ways.
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