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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2015 17:17:33 GMT -8
With landing permission granted, Aellemere, Avanoraa, and Jolaraa boarded The Shadowmoon which took off out of the hangar bay first and headed down towards the surface of Felucia
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Dec 10, 2015 17:44:59 GMT -8
"Let's just say Caoimhin will not be happy with me for a very long time."
The words would mean something very different to each person who heard them, but that was the point. Na'an flashed Adelle a sheepish little grin to clue her in on the doubletalk, then straightened, turning towards the small cupboard in the corner. She'd neglected to put on an eyepatch between waking up and coming here, and there was no need to expose the thick scars of her left eye more than she'd already had. The band went over her hair smoothly, taming it a little more.
"Speaking of which, I'll take up my post on containment," she said briskly, checking her hip for her shoto. Adelle had returned her kinrath egg yesterday, and although it was drained of reserves the crystal gave the weapon a comforting weight. "You've got her, and Kent's being briefed on her job. Shouldn't let a Shan meet the Masters alone, eh?"
And although she tried her best to hide it, the word Shan came out with a brief, bitter twist.
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Leigh could hear Kent coming from a mile away, figuratively speaking. The ship wasn't large, but she'd made less and less of an attempt to sneak about unheard in the last two days--either because someone had caught her at it and given her a scolding, or because she'd heard something she regretted. Either way, it was a welcome change, and when Leigh turned to address her it was with as open an expression as she could make without actually smiling.
"As a matter of fact, there is," she replied, locking in the coordinates given to her only minutes ago by the orbital station. The AI running the station sounded more distracted than usual, but his passcodes checked out. "I'm sure you've grasped that our current group composition entails that exiting the ship will need to be done in a precise fashion. We will be greeted upon landing by some very important people--people who can help contain what needs containing, given their full knowledge. When I exit the ship, you'll be coming with me to meet these people, and to tell them anything they need to know."
Without looking at the controls, she leaned into the lever that pushed the ship downwards, towards the planet surface. Kent would have very little time to ask any questions, but there was one that that both she and Na'an had agreed should be pre-empted.
"After that, you'll be free to go whatever you like. Personally, I would suggest taking a day to meet some of the Jedi your age. It should prove informative."
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Post by Kent on Dec 10, 2015 18:32:18 GMT -8
That I can do, not sure what I will be able to tell them, but I will do what I can.
The girl took her seat in the copilot chair and watched the droid work. There where so many questions she wanted to ask, about Leigh. She knew they didn't have the time and she doubted the droid would have the patience. So she sat and waited. And she watched and learned
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Dec 11, 2015 19:27:10 GMT -8
"Let's just say Caoimhin will not be happy with me for a very long time."The words would mean something very different to each person who heard them, but that was the point. Na'an flashed Adelle a sheepish little grin to clue her in on the doubletalk, then straightened, turning towards the small cupboard in the corner. She'd neglected to put on an eyepatch between waking up and coming here, and there was no need to expose the thick scars of her left eye more than she'd already had. The band went over her hair smoothly, taming it a little more. "Speaking of which, I'll take up my post on containment," she said briskly, checking her hip for her shoto. Adelle had returned her kinrath egg yesterday, and although it was drained of reserves the crystal gave the weapon a comforting weight. "You've got her, and Kent's being briefed on her job. Shouldn't let a Shan meet the Masters alone, eh?"And although she tried her best to hide it, the word Shan came out with a brief, bitter twist. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 3:24:44 GMT -8
*Another set of ships appeared in orbit, these ships actually checking out with the database of known Jedi or Jedi-affiliated ships. The name "Master Rawkill" was also familiar, and they even provided proper identification. This should be simple then, but just to be sure, Culex had pushed those assets far, far away from his digital mind before replying to the small convoy of ships.*:: Status recognized. Say, four spears named after the cardinal directions? Could you build a compass out of them? ::*What'd that have to do with anything? His avatar blinked, then he chuckled nervously.*:: Sorry. Sometimes my words slip past my processors. Well not literally, since they have to be processed first, but, well... er... Clearance granted. ::*He submitted the proper package this time, then shut the connection. He needed to stop being so distracted, but this could be kind of a boring job sometimes. Was this how Carnel felt? Culex wondered what the crazy rodder was up to...* |
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Dec 12, 2015 14:18:11 GMT -8
Na'an felt the ship's weight shift as she approached the secondary quarters. Leigh must have gotten the coordinates and permission to clear orbit--from the look of the open cockpit door she was already briefing Kent on her necessary job. Na'an, Leigh and Adelle had discussed their arrival the previous day; with two dangerous passengers and one still injured, Na'an and Adelle wouldn't be able to leave the ship until the Masters joined them as escorts. The three had settled on Leigh and Kent exiting first to deliver their report, with Adelle watching over Elly and Na'an standing guard over Cao.
"Cao."
Her feet had brought her to the secondary quarters in so little time. Na'an stood in front of the entrance, feeling her shoulders tense up again.
"Cao," she said, a little louder.
Caoimhin had not said a word since she had locked him in this compartment two days ago, away from his sister and without his mother's blade. She knew he wasn't completely unarmed--on the one occasion that she'd brought him food, she'd seen the hilt of a lightwhip on his belt--but after his attempt on Kent's mind he and Vilus had both gone completely silent. From what Adelle had seen, there wasn't even any way to tell if he'd tried to contact Elly. All he'd done was glare at the plate Na'an given him with undiluted hate, his dark eyes fixed on her good eye as if calculating how best to gouge it out.
Not that she'd encouraged him to speak. Not that she'd even wanted to.
Na'an put her back to the door to the secondary quarters and slid into a sitting position, her arms around her knees. She could feel the cold durasteel against her bare shoulders as the ship sank out of orbit.
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Post by Nartaga on Dec 27, 2015 23:04:38 GMT -8
A Shaadlar-type troopship exits hyperspace near Felucia. Aboard was an envoy of Tusken Raiders, including the head Councilor of the R'Crurak clan, Nartaga. He stood in the bridge of the ship, next to Kar'Orzh, the Chief R'Crurak Engineer. Kar'Orzh was reading over the preliminary ship status reports carefully. He nodded to Nartaga and crossed his arms in victory.
-Kar'Orzh in Tusken-
"Call it luck, or call it a blessing from the Suns, but the ship held together! It would seem I was foolish to place a bet against the Head Councilor, let alone a Shaman."
Nartaga chuckled and placed his hand on the engineer's shoulder for a moment before moving to the communication console. He was hesitating, even scared a little. This would be the first contact his people would have with the organization known as the Jedi, at least on peaceful terms. He powered on the comm array. The console sparked to life, the light from its screens wavering every few moments.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"Let us hope they are as peaceful as they seem and do not blow us from the heavens. Are we ready?"
Kar'Orzh nodded and opened up an open frequency.
-Kar'Orzh in Tusken-
"There may be some distortion because of the condition of our equipment but they can hear you now. Time to dust off your Galactic Basic, Councilor."
Nartaga took a deep breath and was silent for a moment, trying to think of the best words that would be first contact. Eventually, though, he just repeated what he had been practicing saying in his head for the past few months leading up to this event.
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"This is Nartaga Krish'Rak'R'Crurak, Head Councilor of the Krish'Rak'R'Crurak Clan, hailing from Tatooine. We are requesting permission to land and establish peaceful relations with the Jedi on this planet. I repeat, our actions are peaceful. We represent the R'Crurak clan as an envoy sent from our home planet and make contact with other cultures to learn. We request permission to land."
Nartaga felt light headed. He had an exhilarating rush of adrenaline. He exhaled slowly and sat down in the chair next to the console, awaiting a reply.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2015 21:39:54 GMT -8
As soon as the Shaadlar-type troopship had entered sonsor range, Orbital Control had began tracking it's movements, whilst various automated scans were performed to determine the ships type and IFF. Nos Talgia, the particular orbital control officer that was assigned to dealing with the ships request, was quite surprised to find someone still using such an old ship, especially a relic from the Mandalorian Crusades of old. But his love of old ships was soon overcome by the comm message that came through, about as clear as one could expect of a ship so old.
Nos almost felt his brain churning to a halt as he processed everything that was happening. The R'Crurak Clan of Tatooine was requesting a meeting with the Jedi. That was definitely not something that happened every day. Shaking himself out of his trance, he quickly performed a handful of checks, before opening a comm line back to the Shaadlar=Nos Talgia=Head Councilor, you have been cleared to land at the Jedi Temple, an envoy of the Jedi Order will meet you there. Felucian Control out.A small datapacket containing the co-ordinates of the Temple's Hangar Bay were then forwarded to the aging ship
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Post by Taralorn Melvarrik on Dec 29, 2015 2:18:35 GMT -8
After considerable time, the Force had brought him back here. Always here, was the thought that went through Taralorn's mind. There was something about this planet, upon which many of his people once dwelt in harmony with. For a time, he merely drifted, going where he believed the Force led him. He gave aid and succor where it was welcomed, and even fought on behalf of those not capable of defending themselves. Though he never stayed to receive credit, nor did he ever identify himself as such, many assumptions were made, assisted by the sight of his lightsabers, which gave rise to the whispers of an elusive Jedi who roamed the stars. But for all that he did, he did not feel the calling of the Force, not as like it was now, and so, he was glad, for he believed he was on the path he was meant to take.
His vessel, a design based around the CR90 Corellian Corvette, looked closer to a turtle, painted in black and gold, bristling with weapons, and carrying several other vessels on its external hull. A flying fortress. His weapons and shields were powered down for the moment, as he was, in his own mind, coming home. Opening a comm channel, he spoke with a clear voice, almost devoid of accent, :: This is...Knight Taralorn Melvarrik, of the Old Felucian Jedi Order. I am not certain if any records of my existence remains, but I am transmitting my credentials for your examination. Requesting permission to land and speak with the current Masters of the Order. ::
After a moment's consideration, he added, :: If Master Alora or Master Calmcacil is still around, they might remember me. ::
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Post by Culex on Dec 29, 2015 12:54:51 GMT -8
*Culex had been somewhat relieved that the duty of clearing the previous vessel hadn't fallen to him, particularly because of its somewhat terrifying ship design. It was like a giant insect! And there were Tuskens within?! The mere thought was terrifying, especially to an AI like him; Tuskens were scavengers! They'd tear him apart! It didn't matter that these ones somehow appeared to be civilized; in fact, the idea of Tuskens becoming spacefaring creatures made him even more terrified!
If it were up to him, he might have broken and demanded they turn back, or begged them not to salvage him. But fortunately, it fell to another, leaving the AI to deal with a much more normal ship next, being hailed by a Jedi named Taralorn Melvarrik. A quick scan confirmed his identity and history with the world, and his credentials checked out. That was easy, and Culex was grateful for that.*
:: Ah yes, Jedi Melvarrik, welcome back. Clearance granted. I suppose you don't need directions... ah whatever, sending them anyway. ::
*He did so, then started to relax... until he remembered that Tuskens had been granted clearance. "Please don't let them near control," he prayed, "for the love of the Force, please."*
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Post by Nemo on Dec 29, 2015 14:28:33 GMT -8
A Republic Fleet exits hyperspace high above the planet in a peaceful stance with weapons powered down and shields at a token 25% strength. On board the Flagship, the Resolution, Admiral Tza'uax oversees the fleet actions. The six capital ships are in a loose formation and no fighters are launched, they knew this was a peaceful system before making the jump. It was a stark contrast to their last few hyperspace jumps that were undertaken under combat conditions. The exteriors of the capital ships showed the scars of recent engagements, none more so that the Resolution herself who had clearly been scorched several times by turbolasers recently.
The Admiral paced the command deck of the bridge from the front, with the view of the planet, back to the business end of the bridge where all the important decisions were made. On his way he glanced at the communications officer on duty, he was already signalling the fleet's arrival to the planetary traffic control. He nodded in approval and continued to the rear of the bridge. Near the holo-table that had very recently been used to plan offensive actions, stood General Lightyear, the very talented young General in command of the army that occupied the holds of the fleet. Tza, a Falleen had gained his command prowess through years of experience, heightened by his long life but General Lightyear was a tactical genius who had risen through the ranks more quickly than the Admiral had ever seen. The Admiral had previously questioned the Master's appointment of such a youngster but he had proven himself in combat many times recently. His army had sustained minimal fatalities over their last two planetary campaigns.
"General."
"Admiral."
The two exchanged minimal pleasantries as was their custom as they awaited the Master. Jedi Master Nemo was an enigma to the galaxy and even more so to the Jedi Order. He would appear every so often, drawn away from the desperate conflicts of the down-trodden for a short time for an event of importance. Once again the Jedi Order were gathering and at a time of great need, it was this that had drawn Nemo away from his crusades. The two commanders were observing the orbital traffic displayed by the holo-table as Nemo walked onto the bridge. Wearing his typical Jedi robes, though cleaner than the last set, he walked over to the holo-table.
"Gentlemen, good morning, I assume. Tza, I will need you here commanding the fleet, this kind of gathering is a prime target for the many enemies of the Jedi. Lightyear, I'll need you with me on the planet, form a squad of your best men on the Zephyr and make sure at least one is a good pilot, I can't fly that thing!"
The Admiral nodded and turned to walk back towards the view ports on the bridge along with a few of the other officers. General Lightyear saluted and quickly left the bridge. The Jedi Master lingered for a moment on the bridge, listening into the ships communications.
Felucia Planetary control, this is the Republic ship Resolution requesting permission for a shuttle to depart and land on the surface. Destination, the Jedi base, no cargo, one passenger, Jedi Master Nemo.
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Post by Culex on Dec 29, 2015 14:41:31 GMT -8
*And another ship just after? Again, Culex was just grateful it wasn't insect-shaped or filled with Tuskens. There was a Jedi named Nemo on record, and once more, the credentials checked out, so Culex's holographic form nodded to himself before responding.*
:: Clearance granted, welcome to Felucia, please enjoy your stay. And please don't tear me apart— Never mind. That's neither here nor there. Well technically it's here but— Oh forget it. ::
*Damn Tuskens. They already had his circuits in a tizzy...*
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Post by Nartaga on Dec 29, 2015 15:43:25 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh looked over the datapacket that was sent to them on the command console in front of him. He nodded confirmation to Nartaga as he began to pilot the ship down towards the surface.
Kar'Orzh in Tusken-
"It would seem they have given us permission. Let us hope that the ship's hull can withstand re entry."
Nartaga let out a sigh of relief and said a silent prayer to the Suns in his head for safe passage. The Tusken Engineers aboard began making preparations to land. In the troop bay Kal'Shor, leader of the Sentry Dunewalkers, began making preparations as well. He and the small group of Dunewalkers that had been sent to guard Nartaga were busy readying their gear. Kal'Shor had been sharpening the bladed edges of the mace end of his gaderffii, and shining the durasteel metal. He had only been to a few meetings such as this in his lifetime, and he knew appearances were important. His men and him had been running guard drills in the troop bay for weeks leading up to their departure. He still felt ill prepared.
Nartaga stood up from the chair of the comm station and went back to looking at the planet as they made their descent through the viewport. As the flames of reentry began to surround them, he held his breath, counting the seconds. It would be good to be on solid ground once again.
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Post by Taralorn Melvarrik on Dec 29, 2015 21:54:33 GMT -8
:: Appreciated, control, :: said Taralorn, and flipped off the comm.
With permission granted, he began to make his way down into the atmosphere, noting on the way, the troop ship and the fleet of battle-damaged ships that came out around the same time with him, and he wondered if they were all being led by the Force to a singular moment and event? That would be something. For now, he just wanted to find some familiar faces and find out what's what.
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Post by Icrarusk on Jan 1, 2016 15:07:48 GMT -8
A brief flash of light denotes the fact that a craft had dropped from hyperspace, albeit in this case it was more a case of the craft being rudely burpped back into real space.
Steclan takes a moment to exhale attempting to breath out the stress off a less than pleasant arrival, before he can stand both the Devaronian and the Iktotchi are before him and as all things had gone previously they wasted no time in getting straight down to business and completing this transaction.
"The final fifty thousand, if you would, we don't wish to linger here longer than necessary."
As Steclan carried out the final payment he began to wonder about what the Devaronian had just said. Once done he extended a finger.[/font]
"Sorry, you said linger, but I can't help but notice we aren't on the surface."
It was now Steclan's turn to blanche as the duo exchanged a glance and a smile; albeit brief was shared.[/font]
"We, are not going to the surface."
The Iktotchi said gesturing to himslef and his companion.
"Just you, this fifty thousand will easily cover a replacement escape pod, now if you will..."
Momentarily he was stunned, but he had garnered enough about these two to have guessed such a thing might happen, more so he knew that arguing would prove fruitless, he had payed his one way ticket and he could only hope it had been worth it.
Reluctantly he followed in front as he was pressed toward the pod and then managed to squeeze himself inside. He looked vehemently at the two figures and watched them from the moment the Iktotchi hammered the ejection button until the freighter became a small toy against the vast backdrop of space, then the plumetting began as the vessel, if it could be called such a thing thundered and bumpped its way toward Felucia, making departure from hyperspace seem most pleasurable indeed.
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Post by Nemo on Jan 2, 2016 17:40:50 GMT -8
*And another ship just after? Again, Culex was just grateful it wasn't insect-shaped or filled with Tuskens. There was a Jedi named Nemo on record, and once more, the credentials checked out, so Culex's holographic form nodded to himself before responding.*:: Clearance granted, welcome to Felucia, please enjoy your stay. And please don't tear me apart— Never mind. That's neither here nor there. Well technically it's here but— Oh forget it. ::*Damn Tuskens. They already had his circuits in a tizzy...*
Typical Jedi, never straight forward, thought Tza. He began to think back before he worked with the Jedi so closely, it seemed like he had a lot more freedom back then.
"Clear the Zephyr for launch, give her a fighter escort to the atmosphere and then turn the fighters back. I want half a squadron on standby at all times, I don't care if this is a Jedi system, I want to be ready for anything!"
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 10, 2016 18:26:24 GMT -8
Felucia Control, this is the Unfair Advantage, requesting permission to land. …preferably in a hangar, far away from any man-eating plants or giant mutant acklays…Karana Malora sat cross-legged in the pilot's chair, chewing distractedly on a piece of dried fruit. She eyed the planet through the viewport as she brought the YG-4210 closer. "Last time I was here, I tripped on a leaf and fell into a puddle of slime that ate through all my clothes," she mumbled, leaning a little towards her co-pilot-who-wasn't-really-co-piloting-but-was-sitting-in-the-chair-next-to-her-and-thus-was-kind-of-the-co-pilot, Wade Connors. "Had to hike through that stinkin' soup they call atmosphere just wearing my skin. Wasn't too bad, all things considered. My partner tried to take a sample of one of the plants back home with him. So the flower doused him in digestive juices and sucked him up once he was a pile of mush." She paused, frowning, suddenly the tiniest bit apprehensive about the next leg of their trip. "Yeah… nice place, Felucia, as long as you stay in populated areas, and that's exactly what we're gonna do."
Mal crumpled up the fruit wrapper and tossed it at Wade, who of course caught it and sent it into the trash. She turned the comms back on, trying to sound more official, less Malora. Here to meet up with a contact, see about a job, nothin' fancy. Won't be here long, by my guess.
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Post by Culex on Jan 10, 2016 18:43:15 GMT -8
:: "Man-eating plants"? "Giant mutant acklays"? That's nothing; what about Tuskens?! They'll tear you apart and take all your best scrap and— ::
*The words had flown from Culex's verbal processor before his logic circuits could prevent him from doing so. Had their arrival really done such a number to his performance? He needed a standby... Plus, assuming these people were sentients, they'd probably have more reason to fear those other items than Tuskens. Not that Culex would know, and not ever having to be afraid of such things was quite a boon to him. Regardless, the AI managed to collect himself and respond properly this time.*[/color
:: Right. Sorry about that. Proceed. ::
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Post by Wade on Jan 10, 2016 21:09:30 GMT -8
"Well... That sounds like one helluva fun time to me. I don't think I'd mind one bit watching plant scum eat all your clothes." He smirked back at her as the reply from planetary control came in, and his newfound leather jacket creaked when he crossed his arms. He'd slung his feet up on the console a moment earlier, but Malora had taken a personal offense to that and shoved them off without so much as a by your leave. In hindsight, it was probably a rude thing to do, but her reaction made him think there was more to it than that. Must have something to do with this Captain Fel we're going after next.
Apparently, the jacket had been his before he got "fake-dead" and "a new makeover", or that's how Malora had put it when she pulled the thing out of a tiny closet back in her quarters. She'd tossed it at him with a look that all but shouted "told you so", even though she never actually brought up the fact that she hadn't given up even when most of the others had believed him dead. He'd accepted the garment with a chuckle, but even he could see the fleeting pain of buried loss on her face. Then the moment passed and her mask of effortless smuggler sass slipped back into place. Part of him wanted to walk over and hug her until she let it go entirely and opened up, but there was another part that stopped him. A darker one that wanted to see her pain laid bare not to soothe it, but to exploit it. Relish the anguish.
So he just stood there and put the jacket on, never letting his own mask of carefree indifference slip for a moment. He may not remember who she'd been to him before, but they had a history, and that meant something. He had no idea what, but he wasn't stupid enough to throw it away on an impulse he'd suppressed a thousand times already in the arena.
He was pulled back to the present when she responded to the droid on the other end of the line and the ship lurched as she applied acceleration.
"You sure you don't want another naked hike through a hostile jungle? Could be fun..." He waited until she cast him a sideways glance before offering her a wink of his own.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jan 11, 2016 7:38:10 GMT -8
Wrench sat behind the pair, nestled snugly in the aft corner of the UA's flight cabin, a multitude of wires running from his central processor, plugged into various access ports in the UA's cockpit. It looked vaguely like a spider's web, with the old R2 unit at the centre.
There was no way to reassemble the hyperdrive in anything resembling the time that Malora_01 needed it functional, and so R2P47 had delved deep into hidden and partitioned files deep within its subroutines, and discovered (much to his surprise and chagrin) that he carried 258 flight data files containing complete hyperdrive jumps, from various points in the universe, to various other points. None -- not a single one -- matched up with known hyperspace nav routes, and so Wrench had been extremely hesitant to mention their existence. When he had, it had produced an emotion he couldn't quantify from Counterpart.
And so here they were, barely six hours later, with the small Astromech droid acting as defacto hyperdrive, liaising directly with the Unfair Advantage's central processor. The old computer spoke in a terrible, clipped binary which Wrench found awfully abrasive. And he didn't appreciate being immobile due to the network of wiring (really, a problem of his own design, for which he knew he had no one but himself to blame.)
If a droid could brood, he was brooding.
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