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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 21, 2016 16:55:42 GMT -8
-Mary
Move or die. More than just words.
Mary hadn't bothered going all the way to the workshop, instead she had stopped in the Vehicle Bay. A quick order to one of the droids was all it took for the rather large crate of parts to be manoeuvred across the hall into the Vehicle Bay. Once there it was relativity easy to spread the parts out across the wide floor, separating then out by shape.
-Mary
First we need to make sure that there are six of each part.
An easy take now that they were spread out. There weren't any parts missing. After that, Mary slowly walked Naan through putting one of the racks together, while learning herself from the open instructions floating in her HUD.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 21, 2016 17:04:24 GMT -8
Naan nodded in agreement to Mary's words.
-Naan in Tusken-
"We have a similar saying back home. Move or be swallowed by the Sands."
Naan walked closely beside Mary to the vehicle bay, confused for a moment as to why they were here instead of the workshop. Her confusion ended when the droids brought in the pieces of the racks they were going to fit together. Naan walked forward towards the pieces and took a few steps before stumbling a bit, the effects of the brandy. She steadied herself and then began, with Mary's help, put the racks together.
-Naan in Tusken-
"Where are they going to go?"
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 21, 2016 17:26:42 GMT -8
-Mary
Right onto the walls.
Once all six racks had been assembled, Mary called in the BAF. A little while later, the BAF arrived with a wielding rig. Taking the small plasma rig from the droid, Mary tests it carefully before bring it up to full power. This has not been a good day so far when it came to fire. With a few short commands, the BAF was holding the rack in the proper place on the wall. It was fairly quick work to wield the rack to the wall of the room.
-Mary
Now for the weight test. Watch this.
Using it's grip on the rack, the BAF slowly hoisted itself into the air. Mary was quite pleased that her first ever wield job had gone well.
-Mary
You want to do the next one?
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 21, 2016 17:56:47 GMT -8
After piecing the racks together Naan watched as the BAF droid came in and hoisted the first one up. While Mary worked on the first rack Naan rubbed her hands together and tried her best to lift the rack. She huffed and puffed but could not make the rack budge so much an inch off the ground. With a finally tug her gloves slipped and she fell back onto her behind. She turned to Mary, who had finished welding the first rack.
-Naan in Tusken-
"I think I almost got it!"
Naan stood up, rubbing her sore behind for a moment before rubbing her hands together again, this time walking over and taking hold of the plasma welder.
-Naan in Tusken-
"So its like welding two hull plates together, right?"
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 21, 2016 18:30:33 GMT -8
-Mary
Exactly.
Mary watched as the BAF lifted the next rack into place. This one would be somewhat more difficult for Naan to reach due to the fact the racks were going in two columns of three, but she should be able to reach all the places needed.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 21, 2016 18:48:31 GMT -8
Naan upped the power on the plasma torch and stood on her tip toes to reach the spots on her rack that Mary had welded on hers. The sparks flew off in different directions, and the heat became so intense that Naan could feel it through her mask, and she began to sweat underneath it. After welding each spot to connect the rack to the wall Naan turned off the torch. She had a natural talent as an engineer, hence why she was already an apprentice at such a young age.
-Naan in Tusken-
"All done, now what?"
Nana looked back at her handiwork and nodded approvingly at the rack, proud of herself and her accomplishment, even if it was just welding a rack to a wall.
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 21, 2016 19:10:31 GMT -8
Mary nodded, it was good work. Though the plasma torch wasn't supposed to put off that much heat. A quick check, helped by her mask, showed that it was misaligned. A quick fix was all it took to keep it from splashing & overheating. Using the BAF, Mary quickly installed the two top racks, leaving only two left. Directing the BAF to hold the bottom rack on the second column, Mary passed the plasma back to Naan.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 21, 2016 19:42:55 GMT -8
Naan took the torch back in her hands and walked over to the next part of the wall where the racks would go, working on one, and then the next. Each time she got a little faster with each rack. She finally turned the torch off as she finished the last rack and looked over her work closely before giving Mary and thumbs up.
-Naan in Tusken-
"Now how do we get the speeders on the racks?"
Naan scratched the top of her mask and tried to think of a way to get the speeders on the racks, taking into account that the Tempest was still in the air.
-Naan in Tusken-
"Do you think they could fit through the rest of the ship?"
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 21, 2016 20:01:53 GMT -8
Taking a moment to double check all the racks, Mary stopped to think about how to get the swoops into the racks. The quickest way would be to fly them out of the Cargo Bay & back into the Vehicle Bay. The problem with that was they were very high in the air over the fading remains of a firestorm. Mary would much rather take a couple test flights closer to the ground before doing something like that. Using the pilot droids wasn't an option. They could fly the swoops sure, but not while they were busy keeping the yacht in the air. There might be enough room to walk the long but narrow vehicles from the Cargo Bay to the Vehicle Bay, as it was nearly a straight shot.
-Mary
Let's go find out.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 21, 2016 20:44:19 GMT -8
Naan perked up when Mary decided to try out her idea. Most of the time the other engineers did not take her seriously, as she was still child. To have her ideas listened to was a very good change of pace for the young Tusken.
-Naan in Tusken-
"How long do you think it'll take us to fix up the prison once we land?"
Naan didn't really care how long it took, as she enjoyed being with Mary and flying on the Tempest. But she had thought that joining up with an Outsider ship would have been a bit more exciting. She thought back on the raid that they had taken part of the other day, wishing for something similar to happen soon.
-Naan in Tusken-
"Do you think there are bodies in the prison?"
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 21, 2016 21:04:03 GMT -8
As they headed toward the Cargo Bay Mary did her best to answer the questions, despite her own lack of experience in the area.
-Mary
I don't know, it looked kind of big. I'm not even sure if we are going to be the only ones working on it.
Having reached the Cargo Bay, Mary switched one of the Swoops to hover mode. Sure enough it began to hover just off the ground. A couple of experimental pushes, showed it was rather easy to control, if still a bit long. Letting Naan take the front of the swoop, Mary began to slowly push it down the hall, letting Naan to the the aiming.
-Mary
Maybe. it is very old, so they would be old & rotten.
Coming to the one difficult section of the hall, Mary slowed down enough for Naan to carefully corner the bike around the turn. Luckily the swoop just managed to fit through the space & into the Vehicle Bay. Fro, there it was simple to mount in on a rack & turn in back off. One down, three to go.
-Mary
What do you think we will find down there?
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 22, 2016 8:58:44 GMT -8
As they walked the speeders one by one to the vehicle bay, Naan remained silent while she thought of something, when a scary thought entered her mind.
-Naan in Tusken-
"Dark Possessed...."
Naan did not elaborate on what the Dark Possessed were, but her tone suggested she was incredibly scared of them. Back at the Enclave the Dark Possessed were the Tusken equivalent of the Boogeyman. Horrifically twisted by dark magic they hid underground in wait for children who did not obey their Elders, as well as traitors and exiles out in the wastes. Naan, having successfully spooked herself, still tried to act tough, but now she was convinced there were Dark Possessed in the prison. A child's imagination getting the better of itself.
-Naan in Tusken-
"D-d-do we have to go into the prison by ourselves?"
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Post by Gene Kenobi on Jan 22, 2016 18:53:18 GMT -8
Finding the prison itself had not been the biggest challenge for the Jedi Master. His expansive knowledge of the known universe's planets and their histories was enough to give him a significant edge on many of the newer, less experienced pilots. It was, in fact, his own flying that had continued to be the established problem. With his droid's navigation system out of commission and his daughter sleeping in the co-pilots seat he was forced to do what any sensible person would.
Pilot the damned ship himself.
Though, perhaps that was what he had claimed was the relieving part of the job. He'd picked an older class ship, a very sleek model, for the very reason that it was from a time when things were far smaller and simpler to handle. He was not one of admit out loud, though he would often think it, that he felt pity for those poor souls who were required to pilot and maintain a ship the likes of a Imperial Class Star Destroyer. He would be content to land as soon as possible, though the feelings he was receiving from the ship that Mary and her companion had left on were not giving him any rest in the pit of his stomach.
Reverting his ship to auto pilot and over to the droid for a few moments, Gene surveyed the area outside the ships cockpit until he was able to settle his sights on the ship that was now settled into a holding pattern. With a sigh and a motion of exasperation he fell back into his seat and rubbed the bridge of his nose as the glow of what he saw continued to reflect off the metal exterior of his ship; the notion to question how a something like that could have happened bouncing about his mind for the briefest of moments.
Leaning back forward again and tapping Erianna on the leg, he pointed towards the ship silently and noticed the expression of shock from his daughter before he took the ships control back and guided it towards the seemingly thusly named Tempest. Moving the ship accordingly towards the opening on it's top left, he brought it down and departed quickly in kind. If there was a sensible reasoning behind the actions of his new apprentice he was likely to get to the bottom of them.
It would seem someone ordered a premature lights show.
The comment followed by a chuckle, he looked back towards his daughter as he waited for some kind of response and met the look of irritation with a small but fairly wary smile.
"Honestly, Ma... father, this is absurd..."
Giving his daughter a dismissing look of reassurance he could only accept that this was going to be a very long and arduous mandate.
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 22, 2016 19:17:11 GMT -8
Seeing that Naan was scared about something they might find in the prison, Mary decided to reassure her. Pulling out her bone hilted lightsabre, Mary ignites the Carmine blade, letting the light fill the Vehicle Bay.
-Mary
Don't worry we are taking a light with us.
Mary felt a tingling in the back of her mind, but was soon distracted by a report from the pilot droids that a fighter was on route. Having quickly matched the fighter's ID with one registarred to the person assigned as her new trainer. Mary keyed the Fighter Bay door open. Pushing out for the yacht like a bird's wing extending from rest, the fighter settled into the Fighter Bay, though not without a lot of smoke & ash from the fires blazing far below. Mary added cleaning droids to her list of things to slap together in the workshop as the Bay door closed again. Letting her blade go out, Mary returned the hilt to her belt. Watching over the ship's cameras, Mary saw that, sure enough, the pilot of the fighter was her new trainer. A second person, a female, climbed out of the fighter moments later.
-Mary
As for being alone, someone else has already joined us. Let's go meet them.
Leading the way, out of the Vehicle Bay, the two groups would be able to see each other as soon as they entered the hallway running around the whole ship.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 22, 2016 21:37:38 GMT -8
Naan was comforted by the red glowing light of Mary's lightsaber, but her mind was still thinking of all the stories the Storytellers told the young uli-ah about the Dark Possessed. Supposedly one of their nests was under the Enclave itself, and would stalk the Enclave at night searching for younglings who did not complete their chores, dragging them under the ground and devouring their flesh while the victim was still alive. Naan had no idea that these stories were probably just made up to keep the children in line, and they did a good job. She had never heard of the monsters being afraid of light, so she guessed Mary knew something about them that Naan herself did not.
-Naan in Tusken-
"Do the Dark Possessed not like the light?"
Naan walked with Mary towards the new arrivals. She was even more comforted that others would be joining her, but the young Tusken was still obviously rattled by the horror stories that she was remembering about the boogeymen that lived beneath the feet of the Tusken people. She put her hands together and fidgeted as she walked, stopping with Mary when they met up with the two new people aboard the Tempest. Naan waved shyly towards the man and woman.
-Naan in Tusken-
"H-hello..."
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Mar 10, 2016 16:07:37 GMT -8
Mary felt for a second that she was losing her mind. She was certain that someone had docked with the Tempest, but the hallway was empty. A second to bring up the cameras in the fighter bay showed it not only empty, but lacking any ash that would had indicated the door had been even opened in the first place.
-Mary
Stay close, something strange is going on.
The familiar bone handle of her lightsabre was reassuring in her hand. She was better with her carbine, but in the close quarters of the ship, the lightsabre was a better choice. She twirled it twice, like a conductor getting the feel of a familiar baton.
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Apr 27, 2016 19:18:58 GMT -8
She checked the ship from top to bottom. At some point during the search the little tusken girl had also vanished. A check of all the sensors showed no other living things on board, & no possible was out that wasn't accounted for. As she once again stood in the vehicle bay, a shimmery translucent figure appeared. She recognized him from his previous occasional visual appearances, though he was far more faded than before.
-Jasper
This is most perplexing. My first guess would be illusions, but neither of us can produces such clear images to you any more. Your resistance has grown too high for more than my current blurry form.
A second figure, female & equally blurry joined him.
-Titana
& we would sense if someone else was trying to influence your mind like that. Check to see if the girl's bag is still in her room.
A cautious walk took Mary quickly enough to the Tusken's chosen quarters. Sure enough, her few belongings remained in the room. It was as if the girl had just vanished. Mary didn't have too much time to worry about it though, as the ship reported that the fires had died down enough that people could walk around on the surface without any difficulty.
Soon enough, the ship settled down next to the structure. Even fire cleared, the structure was barely as large as the ship. The Tempest's sensors painted a much different story under ground. After a drop nearly beyond the ship's sensors, there was a warren of passages & chambers. Many of them look open on the scans, but some were obviously collapsed. Carefully picking her way into the structure, it was fairly obvious that this had been little more than a gate to the surface. Four fairly large, open rooms with little of note. Most of the ceiling had fallen in at some point in the past & the stone was still warm from the recent fire. Otherwise it was completely empty.
What had been the turbolift shaft was sealed off. Very carefully from the look of it. It however, took less than a minute to cut through the doors with her Carmine bladed sabre. Prying open the doors just a crack, she pressed against both doors. She could feel the pressure slowly increase on her sides as she slowly increased the strength of her push. Eventually the cut doors gave & slid back on long unused tracks. The shaft beyond was a gaping hole of darkness extending down kilometers into the ground. The shaft was far too small for one of her new swoops & lacked anything that could be used to easily scale down its smooth sides. Mary however had other resources.
A few moments later, one of the HV-7 loading droids drifted in from the ship. It drifted into the shaft & lowered enough to be level with the floor beyond. Mary stepped out onto the floating metal disk seemingly without a care. Moments later the droid was flying downward at a steady clip, making her leather duster flap wildly in the dark broken only by the status lights on the droid she rode.
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Post by Carlos the Acklay on Apr 27, 2016 20:00:31 GMT -8
Well this was strange. From atop a large, bright orange shelf mushroom, two eyes observed the happenings around this forbidden place's opening. The planet disliked this place for many reasons. It remained one of the many cars on Felucia's surface, and wove sickness deep within its skin.
Shuttering at the thought of someone, especially not native to this place, venturing down there, the hunter finally stood to his feet and glanced around before climbing down and hustling over to the newly unbarred opening.
Cautiously, the Felucian entered, turning his tentacled head from side to side rapidly, keeping his barrings on the area. Coming upon the shaft, he glanced down the throat of this place in concern. He trilled worriedly to himself, listening at how long his felucian words echoed back to him.
It was a very long way down.
Well, best to keep the outlander from hurting herself. With a sigh, A'Chor turned round and started climbing down the slick sides of the shaft with his cupped four limbs and feet. Carefully, he checked the placement of his weapons with the three fingered smaller arms which sprung from each of his elbows. Hopefully he'd still find a living person at the bottom- and hopefully she wouldn't try to kill him.
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Apr 28, 2016 15:56:49 GMT -8
The Tempest's sensors picked up the creature crossing the burned out field surround the prison without trouble. Which meant that Mary knew it as well. The video feeds painted the creature as a humanoid & obviously intelligent. Mary didn't recognize the species, but a quick search using the Tempest's databases came up with a match. A Felucian, one of the natives. She wasn't sure if the data uplink to the ship would hold through so much rock ... but she had a workaround. Before Mary was halfway down, & the native was well into the shaft, The BAF droid anchored itself to the door frame at the top. Leaning out into the gap, it was quick to connect a laser communication link with the HV-7 that Mary was riding.
Soon enough, the HV-7 reached the bottom. Pushing off the ground with TK, she steps forward off the droid, drifting as light as a feather to the ground. The though flicked through her head that if she was a bit stronger she could have just flown down without the droid. The data uplink had failed nearly a hundred meters before, but the laser link held solid. Of course she hadn't lived as long as she had by taking chances. Quickly freeing up some memory space in her mask, she loads the native language into her translation program. While that was happening she took a quick scout around the landing area.
Everything was shrouded in pitch black. But with her mask it made no difference, the area was little different from from the shaft above. The only difference was the presence of a floor, or as the case may be, the roof of the turbolift cabin. Leaving the HV-7 floating in one corner of the shaft, Mary quickly cut a circle into the roof of the cabin, sabre briefly flashing illumination into the darkness. Once the blade again vanished, bone handle vanishing back under her coat, leaving the glowing ring of metal the only source of light. Dropping into the cabin behind the disc of metal, she didn't bother looking around, her mask already gave her a full loop of vision. Unlike the doors above, these stood open. Torn open in fact, as the shredded remains of the metal doors decorated a fair sized area of the entrance chamber to the prison. It had once been a wide & deep room, prefect to keeping either rioting prisoners in or raiding enemies out. Now it was thick with dust on every surface. A good enough spot as any. Settling down in the middle of the room, she calmly checked over the heavily modified carbine that had served her well over so far.
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Post by Carlos the Acklay on Apr 28, 2016 19:29:39 GMT -8
A'Chor jerked his head up and down as he sensed the movement around him. This place never liked visitors, and he never liked visiting. Only willingly, did the Felucian come here, and that simply was to lead a team of Jedi into the abyss to rescue a fellow Jedi. Figuring nothing sought his life- yet, he continued scaling the shaft, testing the area with short clicking sounds, deep in his throat to get a feel for the echos. The force did most of his seeing for him, but it never hurt to be aware of solid objects, and being a hunter meant he had fantastic night vision and hearing.
Suddenly, a glow lit up the underneath, and A'Chor froze, jerking his eyes downward to see the distinct straight line of a lightsaber. He watched the circular flourish, leaving behind a smoldering ring of damaged metal. The girl had gone deeper. She was an idiot.
Reaching the bottom, the Felucian had to move over a little to avoid a hovering disk shaped machine. Ah, so that's how the idiot girl managed the long fall. Trilling to himself in disapproval, A'Chor approached the hole she had cut, and leaped within it. He landed on one foot, his other knee pressing into the ground. One cupped hand flattened against the turbo lift's floor, testing for vibrations, while the other reached back, three fingered hand searching for his spear should he need it.
And while he doubted she would respond kindly, he understood her force connection. Felucia told him all he needed to know. So, gently, he probed the area, searching for the outlander's force signature, in a nonthreatening manner.
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