Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 12, 2016 19:40:45 GMT -8
"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. "You sure you don't want another naked hike through a hostile jungle? Could be fun..." Mal let her eyebrows climb into her hairline as she stared at Connors, half amused, half weirded out. "Fun? Yeah, that's one word for it." She maneuvered the Unfair Advantage, plugging in exact coordinates. "But I think you've seen enough of me mostly naked for one week, Connors. -…man, that is not something I thought I'd ever have to say to you…"
Swallowing an uncomfortable chuckle, Mal hit the comms. Uh, thanks, Control. Starting landing procedures. See you on the flip side. She was tempted to mention something about Tuskens, just for shits and giggles, but they were on a timetable here. Unfolding from her cross-legged position, the smuggler took them through the atmosphere and headed for the coordinates she'd been given. She hoped there was a hangar. |
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Post by Hezziah Erenos on Jan 16, 2016 22:19:17 GMT -8
A silver-coated Z-10 Seeker-Class Scout approached the horizon above the green outline of Felucia's atmosphere. Maneuvering the ship sideways, he let his eyes gaze down into the faint outline of gargantuan forests that he knew teemed with life and vibrancy. All he had ever seen were the trade planets of Metellos and Cato Neimodia. Although they both were definitely teeming with life, they were nothing compared to Felucia below him. It was a type of alien beauty that's description escaped him. On all of his previous security cases, he had been sent to the pinnacles of civilization where beings often took for granted in order to focus on capitalizing profits, but the wilderness that Hezziah felt he was about to experience was going to be something completely new to him. Just the thought of the primordial essence of life harnessed by the light side that thrived on the planet excited him to see what the Rebels had in store for him. With that in mind, Hezziah activated his commlink and sent an incoming message down to their Control HQ.
Felucia Control: This is Hezziah Erenos, Security Specialist from Metellos. Here to seek audience with the Jedi about aiding them with current defenses and any upcoming major combat that could use a trained gun and someone with expertise in the field. Beautiful planet, you guys have here. A lot different from where I'm from, haha. Anyways, looking forward to your response. Z-10 Out.
Hezziah switched the mic off and leaned back in his seat and cracked open a Photon Fizzle before sipping it leisurely. This was the next step on his journey. His new life started with that message and he couldn't wait to meet a Jedi for the first time. That being said, he didn't want to seem like some kind of annoying, blubbering Gungan in their first impression of him, so he sipped his Fizzle once again and attempted to stay as chill as possible while daydreaming of turning a foxy Twilek from the Light to the Gray.
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Culex
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Post by Culex on Jan 16, 2016 22:45:43 GMT -8
*Another ship coming through orbit? Okay, Culex, play it cool, don't mention the Tuskens. In fact, just forget there were even such things as Tuskens, and that there were some on planet right now— Kriff, now he was aware of that fact again! Maybe he could just delete his memory in relation to the recent arrival Tuskens, yeah, that would do it! Seek out the appropriate database files, zero in on them, delete...
Ah... bliss. Bliss from what though? He was just attempting to forget the fact that there were Tuskens on Felucia—*
There are Tuskens on Felucia?!
*Exactly what he was trying to forget! And worse, now he forgot exactly how they ended up here and what they were doing! He was stupid AI, stupid, stupid stupid! Force save him... if the Force cared about inorganic life. Whatever... job to do... don't think about it...*
:: Right, yes, Mister Erenos, you've been cleared to land at the temple, transmitting the proper package now. ::
*No mention of Tuskens at least. He was doing better. Except he wasn't. What in the name of the gods were those blighters doing on his world?! Oh, he was doomed...*
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Post by Hezziah Erenos on Jan 17, 2016 18:55:34 GMT -8
Thanks, Control. Hope you guys have an awesome day down there and good luck on the rest of your shift!
Hezziah grinned a toothy smile and hastily pushed the engines of his small scout to their limits just before the ship entered the thick atmosphere of the Jedi planet below. He was excited to see the great variety of different peoples that had begun to gather in order to aid in the Rebellion. With such a momentous task at-hand, he knew it would be hard for so many vastly unique forces to work together, but he believed that tyrannical forces required such a massive coalition.
Thinking on these things, Hezziah finally broke orbit and blazed down in the direction of the Jedi Temple.
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Post by Brother Van Paal on Jan 20, 2016 19:49:56 GMT -8
As the passenger liner dropped out of hyperspace over Felucia, the groups of beings aboard gathered their things quickly, eager to leave the cold of space and the sharp, sanitized scent of recycled air behind. A voice sounded over the intercom, urging everyone to prepare for landing shortly. The captain opened a channel to the planet. Planet Control, this is The Joresee 12, requesting permission to land. I have a boatload of travelers waiting to experience Felucia.
Revere sat quietly next to a small viewport, his legs drawn up onto his seat and crossed underneath his heavy dark purple robes. His eyes were shut in meditation, hands resting in his lap, his weathered face at peace. Wrapped around each ankle was a single string of beads, each bead representing one of the gods worshipped by the Brotherhood of Cognizance, and resting on top of his small rucksack was the deep purple cap worn by all Brotherhood members.
Sitting next to Revere was Yor'vith, the Zabrak warrior sent to aid him in his task.
The two had taken many transports to get here, creating threads that would lead nowhere, making sure all their tracks had been covered over the past two weeks. Their baggage had arrived on-planet by various cargo transports a few days ago, already waiting in the predetermined places. Now, all that was left was to land and begin their mission.
Revere had spent every moment in public playing his part as a Brother of Cognizance, warming up for the main show. In fact, his whole adult life, all his training, all the work, everything boiled down to this mission. He was ready. He just hoped, after so much planning, the Zabrak was as well.
As the transport shuddered under them, nearing Felucia's atmosphere, Revere took a deep breath…and plunged headfirst into his role.
'Brother' Van Paal let the breath out, opened his eyes, his weathered face alight with awe as he watched beautiful Felucia draw ever closer, and turned to his Zabrak traveling companion and trusted bodyguard. "Are you ready, my friend?" His expression told a different story than the low tone of his voice, and the hidden meaning behind his words would be clear to Yor'vith. Was he prepared? Clear on the plan?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2016 23:08:32 GMT -8
Amidst the impressive array of war ships that currently orbited Felucia, all of which were friendly or allied with the Felucian Government and the Jedi Order, none was as impressive as the Bavos-II Heavy-duty Military Space Platform that orbited the planet, which was more affectionately known as the Gannon Cannon, named in honour of the illutrious half-Korunnai and half-Hapan Commander Gannon, who stood aboard the bridge of the feared space station with his large ceremonial sword in hand. For the most part, his job was fairly easy, protect the borders of Felucia from interlopers seeking to cause trouble for the Felucian people, and the Jedi Order, which to public knowledge was still decentralised. It was on this particular day, that the civilian transport known as The Joresee 12 dropped out of hyperspace and had it's request routed to Commander Gannon himself, a handful of the stations cannons turning tot arget the transport. Althought it was not unusual for travellers to visit Felucia, the Illustrious commander was not willing to take any chances as he ordered a scan of the ship, whilst a team reviewed the passanger list, checking it against suspicious activity databases. Although no names jumped out at them, the list was forwarded to local police, as Gannon opened a line back to the transportJoresee 12, you are cleared to proceed to the spaceport in Kway Teow. Please ensure your passangers are reminded not to stray far from the city, as the wildlife on Felucia is considered dangerous, and that the Jedi Base is off limits to all civilians. Otherwise, please enjoy your visit...A few seconds later, a datapacket would arrive to The Joresee 12, directing the ship towards the city, whilst the guns remained trained upon the transport, ready to fire upon the ship if any deviation from their course was detected. But Commander Gannon did not expect any trouble from them and trusted them to follow their given course
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Alpharius
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Post by Alpharius on Jan 23, 2016 1:16:21 GMT -8
Decelerating into realspace with a flicker of pseudo-motion, the old Quasar Fire -class Bulk Carrier; bearing the name 'Adamant Resolve' across its transponder code, had entered Felucia's sphere of orbital influence and killed the power to its engines. With the streaming jets of the maneuvering thrusters directed towards the wistfully spinning planet below, the massive Carrier arrests it's acceleration and comes to a full stop some distance away from a peculiar Bavos II Military Defense Station.______________________________________________________________ Standing aboard the Carrier's bridge with his pudgy arms folded behind his back, the Captain Sair Locke looked at towards the world below. This was the first time he had ever laid eyes upon the mysterious system, and he wasn't exactly sure why people had chosen to make this world their home. Especially if Humans had settled here. Why would they live among the savage natives when they could live in the glistening spires of some civilized world? The thought had racked his brain for several long moments before he had torn his attention away from the forward viewports and turned towards his Communications Officer - one of the folks he had yet to learn the name of, that they had picked up somewhere in the Outer Rim."You there," He said pointedly, "I want you to broadcast on all channels that we're friendly and have business to attend to at the Jedi Temple. See if you can secure navigational data for Alpharius' vessel as well, I don't know if he's ever been here before and I doubt he'd know where exactly the building is in this mess of overgrown foliage."After the command was given, Sair turned back towards the transparisteel panes and rubbed a meaty hand across his balding scalp."I sure hope he knows what he's doing."______________________________________________________________
:: Felucia Control, this is the Adamant Resolve. We've arrived in System ahead of Master Calmcacil and are requesting clearance for the YT-2400 freighter 'Aurelian' to proceed planetside. In addition, we would like to request planetary telemetry data and approach vectors to ensure our Pilot doesn't get lost en route to the Jedi Base. ::
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Culex
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Post by Culex on Jan 23, 2016 1:26:44 GMT -8
*The Gannon Cannon... Culex sighed. Whenever that station came into view of his command center, he felt the tiniest bit jealous. It was a beautiful station... and deadly. And they'd barred his access to it! He wanted to play with it... But alas, only the fiery-headed commander was allowed to command the fearsome vessel. All Culex had was a station and a very needy co-officer.
And the fear of Tuskens.
Wait, another ship? Oh, this one Culex could tend to!*
Take that, Gannon!
*As the communication came through, Culex checked the ship's transponder code against known databases, finding a match in Republic records of all things. Hadn't that recently been dissolved? No matter, business was business as usual.*
:: Adamant Resolve, clearance has been granted to approach the Jedi Base. Submitting coordinates as requested. Have a swell time! ::
*"Have a swell time"? He must have accidentally dipped into the outdated vernacular portion of his known vocabulary... Regardless, he prepared the packet as planned, submitting it to the waiting ship, then stuck his digital tongue out in the direction of the Gannon Cannon.*
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Alpharius
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Post by Alpharius on Jan 23, 2016 10:32:07 GMT -8
With the telemetry data uploaded to his vessel's navigational computer, Alpharius had ordered his FEG-series Pilot Droid to descend to the surface while he began preparing himself for what was to come. As the command had been given, the Advanced Synthetic's cybernetic attachments danced across the terminal before him and lifted the midnight coated vessel from the flight deck of the Adamant Resolve. Once cleared to depart, the craft soared towards the surface of Felucia, leaving the Rebels and the Quasar Fire - class Bulk Carrier behind in favour of finding a new port of call.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 16:38:21 GMT -8
Slowing the YT-2400 light freighter to ahead dead slow after emerging from hyperspace in orbit over the terrestrial jungle planet visible from the forward viewport, Fumnanya stretches his arms overhead with a yawn and tells his co-pilot, "Here we are. Open a comm channel and request a flight path to the surface."
Dikelide, a red haired Shownarri, drums her fingers near the comm switch, "You sure we shouldn't just head down on the sly? It's not like the whole planet can be watched. If no one knows . . ."
Shaking his head, Fumnanya explains, "I'd rather not risk attracting any attention by trying to sneak down. Better to go in the front door I think."
Shrugging her shoulders, Dikelide opens a comm channel and drawls, Felucia control, this is the Geheim Masjien requesting permission to make for the planet's surface, over.
Settling herself more comfortably in her seat to wait for Felucia's planetary traffic controllers to respond, Dikelide mentally goes over the cover story she and Fumnanya had settled on in the event they are asked the nature of their visit.
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Culex
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Post by Culex on Feb 20, 2016 17:12:20 GMT -8
*Another YT-2400? Huh, that was curious. Culex wasn't entirely certain on the popularity of the vessel, but he was too lazy to access galactic starship sales statistics. Plus it wasn't really important to him anyway, it was only a mere curiosity. It was their request that caught his attention, furrowing the brows of his monster-like hologram.*
:: The surface? As in the jungle? Why in the galaxy do you want to go there? You're at least aware of how dangerous the wilderness of Felucia is, yes? ::
*It was certainly not an interrogation on Culex's part, but mere concern. Of course, he didn't intend to stop them, if that was what they so desired. And that was if they meant the jungle surface; maybe they meant the cities. Hopefully they meant civilization. But if they wanted to go on, he hoped they were prepared; it was their funeral, and it was his job to approve traffic control requests, should they not pose any suspicious activity.*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 19:41:08 GMT -8
"We're aware of how dangerous the wilderness of Felucia is, right?" Dikelide asks her captain in a rare amused tone.
"Absolutely, Fumnanya says somewhat less confidently than intended, I had Sango do some holonet research during the trip here from Tatooine," the Epicanthix adds, failing to inspire much confidence in his co-pilot given the tentative note evident in his almost apologetic tone.
Rolling her eyes with a sigh, Dikelide re-opens the comm channel established with Felucia's planetary traffic controllers, sounding quite certain of herself as she says, Roger that, control. We are well aware of the perilous nature of the flora and fauna in the fungal forests. We're here to conduct a bit of botanical research, and have been preparing for this expedition for quite some time now. We would like to begin our research in the fungal forest west of Har Gau, and request that we be assigned a flight path accordingly, over.
"Love the use of alliteration, Fumnaya says while offering Dikelide a thumbs up, That whole flora and fauna in the fungal forests part was just inspired."
Offering her captain a digit other than a thumb by way of reply, the red haired Shownarri crinkles her brow as she asks, "Tell me again why we took this particular job?"
"It pays really, really well, Fumnaya says, lips pursed in thought as he considers aloud, Which just maybe should have told me something now that I think about it. Shrugging, he flashes a cocky, lop-sided grin as he asks, C'mon, how bad could it possibly be down there?"
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Culex
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Post by Culex on Feb 20, 2016 20:13:08 GMT -8
*Culex's holographic form produced a table for his projected digits to drum upon in a thoughtful gesture, a somewhat absolutely pointless thing for him to do, but he never tried to understand himself; most other people gave up pretty fast anyway, so why should he? But if that's really what they wanted...*
:: Well, if you say so. Just don't go crying to me if something goes wrong, not that you could, since I'm installed in kind of in a hard-to-reach position... Sorry, that was mean and I'm just wasting your time, I don't want to get fired, customer service is a job I do not want to go back to. ... transmitting coordinates now, have a nice day. ::
*Tangents... why was he always so susceptible to those? Well, whatever, at least he got to the point in the end, along with the appropriate flight path. He hoped the poor rodders didn't end up dead rodders, but it was no skin off his nose if they did. Not that he had skin... Ah, whatever.*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2016 5:39:57 GMT -8
Arching an eyebrow in commingled amusement and incredulity as she listens to the somewhat rambling and certainly less than reassuring reply from Felucia's planetary traffic controller, Dikelide looks over towards the Geheim's captain to see if his reaction is similar, and upon seeing that Fumnanya looks every bit as amused and taken aback by the incoming transmission, laughs before visibly collecting herself before re-opening the comm channel to reply dryly, Coordinates received, control. Beginning our descent now, Geheim Masjien out.
Laughing with a shake of his head, Fumnanya says, "Wow. That was . . . different."
"I know, right?" Dikelide replies, adjusting the YT-2400's heading to bring them onto the flight path they have been assigned. Increasing the light freighter's speed, the red haired Shownarri pilots the vessel down towards the fetid fungal forests waiting on Felucia's surface.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2016 19:51:12 GMT -8
"I can take things from here, Fumnanya offers after the Geheim Masjien has left Felucia's gravity well. Go and get some rack time or . . . something," the Epicanthix suggests as he makes a course adjustment and prepares to take the YT-2400 into hyperspace, mildly amused as it occurs to him that even after flying together with his first mate and co-pilot for as long as he has that he has very little idea of how the Shownarri might fill her time when not on the proverbial chrono.
"Cool," Dikelide says, more tiredly than enthusiastically despite the fact she finds the idea of having a bit of time to herself appealing after the amount of time their little adventure on Felucia had required that she spend in the company of the rest of the crew. It is not so much that Dikelide does not feel any sense of kinship to the crew, for she has come to think of them all as more than co-workers in the time they have been together, so much as that she has always needed more time alone than most to maintain a sense of equilibrium.
As Dikelide heads aft from the cockpit, Fumnanya takes the light freighter into hyperspace.
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Sabo Alora
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Post by Sabo Alora on Mar 24, 2016 15:43:40 GMT -8
A modified A-wing drops from hyperspace, inside sits a rather familiar face. Though it had been years since he gazed upon it, Sabo welcomed the sight of Felucia. He could almost see the mushroom forest and the fungal swamp lands that surrounded the Jedi base from space. The endless black void, broken by the Blue, Green, and Purple glow of the planet.
Unsure of whether his old pass-codes still worked, Sabo began transmitting his clearance code to Felucian Control. Someone planet-side was bound to recognize it, until which time, the A-wing would float just outside of the planets gravitational pull.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2016 17:19:04 GMT -8
To say that Commander Gannon and Culex had something of a rivalry, was perhaps underselling the pair's working relationship. Quarreling was perhaps a more apt description, with the pair each taking pride in the work they did for Felucia. It was then, as Commander Gannon was thinking upon such things, that a new blip appeared on the radar, a comms officer quickly bringing information on the ship up on the main screen before Gannon
Sir, an A-wing belonging to Jedi Master Sabo Alora has appeared...
Do his codes check out?
They're older codes, sir, but they check out...
Very well, let him through...
With that, a line was opened back to the A-wing of Master Alora, the standard all clear message was transmitted, along with a data packet containing an approach vector to the Jedi Base for the A-wing to follow
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Sabo Alora
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Post by Sabo Alora on Mar 24, 2016 19:04:06 GMT -8
With Clearance transmitted, Sabo's Nav computer begins following the coordinates planet-side.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 18:29:20 GMT -8
Winking into view after exiting hyperspace, a GPE-7300 space transport appears and slows its speed while continuing on an approach to Felucia.
Leaning over the shoulder of the FEG-series pilot droid currently flying the ship as she herself has only a rudimentary grasp of piloting, Neassa opens a comm channel to Felucia's orbital traffic controllers and, her voice somewhat tinny as it comes through her buy'ce's speakers, says, Control, this is Neassa Or'dinii aboard the GPE-7300 space transport, the Chariklo. I come representing the Mando'ade, and request permission to land at the Jedi Base in order to meet with the highest available ranking member of their Order.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 19:46:00 GMT -8
A smile crossed the lips of the Korrunai-Hapan, as a new vessel entered orbit above Felucia, this time a GPE-7300 space transport. But his excitement was soon quelled as a comms officer patched through the ship to the speakers in the main command room aboard the Gannon Cannon, with the voice claiming to be representing the Mando'ade, a group whom had not all too long ago crusaded against all Force Users. A pair of turrets swivelled around and locked onto the transport, and the crew began running a series of scans upon the ship, checking for any suspicious materials and the number of people aboard. Gannon then ordered a comm line opened back to the GPE-7300
Chariklo, this is Commander Gannon, of the Felucian Orbital Control. Please forward crew and cargo manifesto's at once, and ensure all weapons systems remain powered down
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