Mira Yim
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Post by Mira Yim on Mar 10, 2024 11:26:35 GMT -8
♪♪ "Vong related?!" ♪♪ Gasped Mira melodically, holding her shaper hand over her exasperated mouth thrown open in shock. "Millie, it are those sort of aspersions and species stereotyping that create a hostile galactic environment for my people." Intolerance, that was the true disease of the galaxy. It's what she stood against as a Jedi Knight and member of the noble Jedi Lords, whose mission statement was firm about its stance on discrimination in the work place. The Master Shaper shook her head from side to side, causing her raven hued locks to spill over her shoulder, sending the myriad of living biots crawling through her hair to scatter and reposition themselves more securely. It was only as her pink mqaaq'it focused on Mary's face that she realized something important to the moment. "Oh, no you're right. That is Vong related."
She couldn't be sure until she'd had a chance to get her padawan into her shaperate aboard the Tempest, but there was surely something in her repertoire of bioengineering tricks that could help remove the unusual growth, assuming it was even necessary. From an infidel's point of view, Mary's disfigurement might seem like a physical flaw, but not to a Yuuzhan Vong. Mira saw only beauty in Mary's scarred features, before they were locked away again behind the concealing veil of her mask. It was equally possible the biot was providing some symbiotic benefit to its host, though more likely it was responsible for her somewhat homicidal behaviour.
"We have a ship nearby." Confirmed Mira. "Dar'Toral, you appear to be a strong and capable physical specimen." She said while studying her coynite companion like a slide beneath a microscope. "Be a gentlemen and carry Mary to the ship." She gestured sincerely with her shaping appendage, displaying it for him. "I would assist, but my scientific instruments are not designed for worker caste activities such as these. You on the other possess a similar physical stature to a chazrach, which I speculate will be capable of performing the required task, if my calculations are correct." Which, lets face it, they probably were.
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Dar'Toral
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Post by Dar'Toral on Mar 19, 2024 6:37:24 GMT -8
Dar'Toral marked the newcomers, but turned his attention to the vong. He chuckled inwardly as she described him fit for worker-caste activities, thinking of how his mother would've been scandalized and likely called her out for the "insult" to her son. He replaced his lightsaber on his belt and scooped up the human woman easily, as one might a child and nodded.
"We must be swift, I had hoped to have time to explore this place, but it cannot be helped."
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Mar 25, 2024 6:28:35 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+
<<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tempest>>
The Tempest watched as its owner was carried back to it. It noted, it is own special way, the damage readouts coming from her suit monitors. Even as the front ramp extended, the ship's medical bay was lighting up and whirring to life. The A4 unit stepped free from its docking station and hurried to stand by the automated medical bed installed there. Once it reached its position, it froze in place, like a puppet waiting for its next order. The group didn't appear to be under immediate threat, so Tempest kept the engines on standby. Ready to move quickly if needed, but not wasting fuel and power in the mean time. With everything as ready as it could be, the Tempest waited. Waited and wondered about the new people returning with it's mistress.
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Mira Yim
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Post by Mira Yim on Apr 1, 2024 8:47:30 GMT -8
The return journey from the tomb to the ship was a short one, carried out with a great deal more haste than when they originally set out. Jogging beside the gallant Dar'Toral, whose luscious locks of expertly conditioned hair flowing in the desert wind made him appear more like the lead in a romance holo-drama at the moment, Mira headed up the ramp and into the medical bay. She snapped two unique digits of her shaping hand together, eliciting a loud click while she indicated the laboratory assistant droid with a gesticulating finger/tentacle. ♪♪ "A4, light a bowl of incense and prepare 400 CCs of Vongniotic fluid." ♪♪ She then looked to Millie for direction. "How can I help? I may not have a degree in infidel species medicine, but I've attached more than a few limbs in my time at the University of Zonama Sekot and Institute of Shaping (UZSIS)."
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Apr 10, 2024 11:47:04 GMT -8
[ Ami-Lee Westar | Medical Bay | HT-2200 Medium Freighter - Tempest | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'Toral Millie had followed carefully beside the Coynite, checking on Mary as they moved with all due haste for this group's ship, which appeared to be a HT-2200 freighter. A quick recall of these ships and their stock configuration did not include a medical facility. But as they boarded the ship, she noticed that to her relief, this vessel had been modified and had a fairly decent medical bay for her to work in. There was even a bacta tank. This made everything much easier...to an extent.
“Put 'er down 'ere,” said Millie, indicating one of the beds, “thanks.”
Millie then arched an eyebrow at Mira Yim, who instructed one of the droids, evidently to light a bowl of incense and prepare Vongniotic fluid, after which she was asked what she might do to help.
“Uhm,” Millie looked away from the woman to examine Mary first. Now that she was on the medical bed, a hologram of the young woman's body appeared just over her, with scans and readings already going, and the amount of glowing red over the places she had already examined earlier while in the ruins more or less affirmed what she'd already seen.
“First,” said Millie, “what in the blazes is Vongniotic fluid? An' secondly, unless ya can completely regrow or undo th' sheer amount of tissue, muscle and bone damage that I'm seeing 'ere, Mary's arm's a lost cost...in fact, the amount of necrotic decay I'm seein' is pretty darn unusual an' fast. I'm bettin' it's got somethin' t' do with that thing on her face. Ya got a spare arm, bionic or otherwise handy?”
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Mira Yim
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Post by Mira Yim on Apr 10, 2024 13:32:21 GMT -8
That's when she smiled. "I'm Mira Yim." The Master Shaper stated with a resolute tone, then uttered the next statement with even more conviction. "I can do anything." Her lips then pursed and she brought one of her multi-segmented shaping digits to her mouth, her lightly tattooed brow furrowing in defeat as she was forced to acknowledge a limitation. "But I can't do it quickly. Growing Mary a new arm is well within the realm of my shaping abilities, but it will take a few months to complete." She nodded as she came to a conclusion.
Moving swiftly to save what she could of her padawan's ruined arm, Mira used her shaping hand to sever the last few links of flesh connecting Mary's limb to her body, setting it aside in a specimen tray. Then with the expert precision of a medical droid, she reknit the flesh of her young charge's arm stump, applying a Yuuzhan Vong sterilization spray to stave off infection as she finished sealing the wound. The curious Yuuzhan Vong then plucked Mary's severed arm out of the tray and waved it in the air in front of Mary's face as she lay on the table, moving through various stages of consciousness.
"I'm going to borrow this." She said to Mary, then repeated louder as she wasn't clear if her broken bird of a padawan could hear her. "Mary! I'm going to borrow this, okay? I'll make you a new one." She studied the severed arm in her alien clutches. "Certainly a better one. I can already see several areas in need of improvement. Though you'll have to suffice for a replacement in the meanwhile." She placed the arm away in a Yuuzhan Vong storage device and then began to search through the various cabinets and compartments within the medical bay. After a few minutes she was able to scrounge up an old prosthetic arm, albeit absent the synthskin, and in need of some serious maintenance. In addition to this, Mira located a spare crab claw she had collected on one of their earlier excursions where she had the fine honour of seeing Dar'Toral in a speedo that left little to the imagination. Taking both the mechanical and organic arms she held them up in front of Mary's possibly unconscious form and asked her padawan a simple question.
"Well, would you like a Millie to attach a mechanical prosthetic? Or shall you allow me to shape your flesh into a new and unique form?" She looked away. "No pressure, of course."
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Post by Hammy the Jedi Hamster on Apr 10, 2024 14:50:32 GMT -8
[ Hammy the Jedi Hamster | Inner Sanctum | The Tomb of Baakon Hex | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'Toral Deeper into the tomb Hammy ventured, ambling along on aging legs, but no less vigorous than in the days of his youth. The myriad scents that permeated the tomb was many, but his acute senses and his connection to the Force allowed him to isolate and home in on that all-too-familiar scent of the Necrohamster.
Just as Hammy celebrated and served life and the Living Force, the Necrohamster delved into the darker arts of death and the unliving Force.
He was Hammy's great nemesis. The lifelong foe, the part of a neverending struggle for complete domination.
He was also his twin brother.
“Hidden from me a long time, you have been,” said Hammy, “but at an end is your hiding.”
Hammy rose onto his hind quarters, and with the Force, pulled his laser toothpick into his front paws, “In battle, will this outcome be decided.”
The Necrohamster, face hidden beneath a dark cowl, turned to look upon Hammy, a staff with a glowing crystal on top in his right paw.
“Hammy, brother mine,” said the Necrohamster, “always one with a flair for the dramatic.”
If any had a keen ear and eye, they would have beheld an epic battle fought over a square meter of the tomb's far corner, filled with sparks of light and static electricity as the Necrohamster channeled the Grumpy Side of the Force and Hammy wielded the Righteous Fury of the Farce. On and on went the battle, with neither rodent gaining ground nor giving it. They leapt and squeaked, pawed, sliced and bit, but for all the wounds they sustained, neither showed signs of weakening nor slowing. The fate of the universe hung in the balance...at least as far as they were concerned.
“Sully the living with your foul practices anymore, you will not,” declared Hammy, “this day will only one leave!”
“Even if that were so, Hammy,” retorted the Necrohamster, “do you truly believe it will be over? Have you forgotten Lady Hamstrescu and her daughters?”
If a hamster could blanch, Hammy just did so.
“Still alive then, is she,” said Hammy, “then quest on I must.”
There was nothing more to be said. Both hamsters knew this was their final act. And as Hammy gripped his laser toothpick with both paws, the Necrohamster readied his staff, also grasping it with both paws.
There was a long squeak and a flash of sparks. And silence completely engulfed the tomb.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Apr 10, 2024 15:04:55 GMT -8
[ Ami-Lee Westar | Medical Bay | HT-2200 Medium Freighter - Tempest | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'ToralEyes widening, Millie realized Mira Yim was going to act right then.
“Oh blast it,” said Millie as she moved into action herself, applying coagulants after the remaining bits of skin and sinew were seared off, and helping to stabilize or applying a stim to prevent anaphylactic shock. She worked around and with Mira Yim to help tend to the wounds and then remove the oddly infected arm. Just what the hell did this woman get attacked with?
She placed bacta patches on the smaller and lighter injuries in the meantime, then when they were finished, she gave Mary an adrenaline stim to help wake her up and give her enough coherence, since Mira had a fairly important question to ask of her.
“Ain't gonna lie,” said Millie, “given the state you're in, either choice comes with inherent risks and complications. But 'tween me an' Vong lady there, we might be able t' address anythin' weird that comes up.”
And she muttered under her breath, “Plus I wanna see how this plays out. Ain't seen anythin' this wild since that Gungan on Raxus Prime.”
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Apr 10, 2024 21:43:36 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+
<<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tempest>>
The A4 droid ignored the orders given by the Yuuzhan Vong woman. It was, like every other droid on the ship, more an extension of the Tempest itself. It was not a self controlled platform. And the ship didn't take orders from what it saw as passengers. It did, however, assist with the more standard medical proceedings going on with removing, and then stabilizing the extremely heavily damaged limb.
Mary was not in the best frame of mind as she came back awake to see her now disconnected hand being waved in her face, to be quickly replaced by some kind of claw thing and most of a mechanical arm. Looking down to her left, she noticed that her missing arm had been neatly removed at the shoulder. This did nothing to improve her mood. While the claw thing was at least the correct amount of limb, the mechanical option ended at about the elbow. This meant she would either have one extremely short arm, or a monster claw. Neither was something Mary felt like dealing with in her currently battered state.
-Mary
That depends, which one do you plan on having me beat you with? I swear, I take one little nap and you lot start pulling pieces off.
Luckily for her two 'doctors' the bed's automated systems were also helping with bandaging and sealing the various wounds. Unfortunately, the Tempest didn't have enough bacta to fill the tank, let alone enough to regrow her arm. Mary also wasn't sure who the rest of the people standing around her were. It seems they had picked up a few more strays.
-Mary
For now, just patch me up, I can worry about possible replacements when I am back on my feet.
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Post by Mira Yim on Apr 15, 2024 6:22:49 GMT -8
♪♪ "Nap?!" ♪♪Mira exclaimed, her melodic voice catching in her throat. Of all the stubborn, blockheaded, frustrating Padawans she could have been assigned, Mary took the prize for most exhausting. The light blue eye sacks beneath the Master Shaper's glowing pink mqaaq'it inflated in irritation as she lowered her hands to her hips and shook her head. "You almost died, Mary. And for what? So you could put another notch on the stock of your blaster?" That she was angry was evident, but not all of that ire was directed at her trigger happy apprentice. A Master's guilt weighed heavy on her. "Your instinct upon seeing danger was to leap in head first and attack, but Mary, you don't need to be a weapon. You're a Jedi, not a mercenary. Before resorting to violence, our job first must always be to look for a peaceful solution to any problems we encounter. I admit that beast was likely beyond redemption, but we could have found another way that didn't result in you losing a limb and getting so severely hurt. The immediate solution is not always the best one."
As they clearly wouldn't be needed, the Yuuzhan Vong returned the two replacement limbs where she found them and picked up the bag she had placed Mary's arm in, looping it over her shoulder as she approached the door to the medical bay, pausing at the threshold. She looked over her shoulder at Millie, who'd been put in an awkward place.
"Millie, if you could finishing patching up Mary here, we'd be in your debt." She offered a forced smile. "I'm going to prepare some Haneli flower tea and perhaps something for us to eat in the lounge while you finish up. Too much darkside exposure from the tomb seems to have affected my temperament." She glared at Mary, casting a side eye at her. Well, perhaps the darkside wasn't the only one to blame. The door hissed and snapped shut behind her as she exited the medical bay.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Apr 18, 2024 11:26:54 GMT -8
[ Ami-Lee Westar | Medical Bay | HT-2200 Medium Freighter - Tempest | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'Toral“'kay,” said Millie, “you, Fast-Fingers, get me the Ithorian salve from that crate over there.”
she was referring to the medical assistant with way too many fingers all moving at the same time, before turning to look over Mary's chart again, the holographic display was monitoring the young woman's vitals, but for the present, the only pressing concern was what was on her face, but as even Mira Yim had been unable to figure it out on the spot, she reckoned they'd have to come back to it another time.
“Gonna give ya somethin' t' take mosta the edge off,” said Millie, giving a stimshot to counterbalance the adrenaline and reinforce Mary's vitals, “gotta say, all things considered, ya got off pretty lucky squarin' off with a Leviathan almost single-handed...pardon the pun.”
She eyed the stump that was once Mary's arm, “Tried my best, but yer ol' arm wasn't salvageable, sorry. Fast-Fingers, where ya goin'? gimme that salve, please.”
She held out her palm, and eventually got the salve patches, which she began to apply to the stumpy end after additional cleaning and disinfecting of the wounds.
“I'd tell ya t' lie still fer at least an hour, but you Jedi types tend to heal faster than usual...though I reckon the bee hive on yer face might hinder that some. Anyways, this is as good as it gets fer now. Lemme know if weird pains or anything outside the obvious starts up.”
She ought to check in with Erik now, and also see about getting BB-Drunk to warm up her own ship. They probably weren't going to stay here much longer.
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Post by Erik Itera on May 7, 2024 15:12:21 GMT -8
*In the chaotic whirlwind of activity Erik had managed to slide carefully into the background, keeping a watch on the doc's back as she worked to save the captain of this very strange crew. Eventually as the odds that this group was here to kill them began to dwindle the Mandalorian subtly commed Millies droid to try to get their own ship warmed up for what would likely be a rather fast exit only to get some unfortunate news. With a few dozen curses in nearly as many language the yellow armored warrior followed the group into the strange ship, taking a few moments to admire the modifications to the ship. This wasn't the first of this class that he'd seen, and each of those had been different, but this one probably took the cake as far as complexity of the overhaul. He nearly wonders off to explore and ended up lagging behind the group a little, though in a few moments realized what he was doing and focused up again, heading back into the medical bay just as Millie starts giving her usual doctor "get some rest and blah blah blah" speech. Taking the opportunity to speak up he coughs slightly to interject himself into the collective consciousness of the group and get his companion's attention.* ::We've got a problem Doc. I just spoke to your droid and our ship is trashed, that beast must have ran right through it on it's way here. Assuming all the parts are still functional it'll still take days to put it back together, and I have a feeling there are probably some important things that are smashed.:: *He couldn't decide if the arrival of this group was good luck or bad. On one hand there was the possibility of getting a ride out of here, on the other if they hadn't drawn the beast here their ship wouldn't have been in any danger. It was a coin toss which it was and he supposed only time would tell for sure*
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on May 7, 2024 19:57:29 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+
<<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tempest>>
She hadn't meant to annoy the Jedi that had been assigned as her master, but the woman was obviously strung too tightly. On the other hand, the idea of food sounded incredibly tempting and her stomach growled even as the other woman was leaving.
-Mary
I have a feeling I will be doing most of my fights single handed for a while.
The tone was rather light, and mostly to let the doctor know she could both take a joke, and give one back. Though her sense of humor was far from standard. While the doctor was cautioning her to take it easy (like her life had ever been easy), the armor wearing figure joined them in the medbay. Apparently, the big beastie had wrecked their ship even before she had gotten into a fight with it. To Mary, this sounded an awful lot like someone or something had been trying to cut off escape before mousetrapping the group they had been sent to check on.
-Mary
Well, the good news is we are actually on assignment to check up on your party. Nothing was explicitly mentioned about helping should you be in trouble, but I'm pretty sure it can be implied. Well, kinda sure.
Mary thought for a moment, both figuring capacity and whether to pass the credit.
-Mary
The Tempest has room for a small ship in the hanger bay, or any parts you might decide to salvage from one. Plus room for any number of guests and cargo. Technically though, Knight Yim is in command of the mission, though I own the ship. So it is kinda her call on how we handle this. On the other hand ....
She glances down at her missing arm and then continues smoothly.
-Mary
The ship has some autopilot capabilities, but not really enough for anything but utterly routine travel. I'm certainly not going to be doing any flying for a while. And given the ship she was in before, I doubt Mira knows how to fly.
Mary shuddered a bit at the memory of that ship. It had reminded her far too much of bad memories and places. Though she hated letting that show. Normally she would be wearing her mask to help cover any minor slips, but it had been removed for treatment and she hadn't laid hands ... hand on it yet.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on May 11, 2024 1:00:34 GMT -8
[ Ami-Lee Westar | Medical Bay | HT-2200 Medium Freighter - Tempest | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'ToralMillie's head shot up so fast that it might have been comical any other time, and it would have been something she might have laughed at. Ever since Erik had been met with Millie's decidedly stony demeanour, he'd almost made it his life's mission to try and crack her up nearly every opportunity. More than once, she'd wondered if all Mandalorians were jokesters like him.
But with time spent together and a keen eye for observation, Millie had learnt to read the man even through his armour.
He wasn't joking.
Blast it.
“Ah ferglutz!” she swore, “No wonder that karking piece of poodoo was so content to leave. He thought he could pick us off at his leisure!”
She glanced towards Mary, “Thank the Force for you lot, then, I s'ppose.”
She sighed. It wasn't her personal starship, but Erik put quite a bit of work on it. Unfortunately a Leviathan would have torn the ship apart beyond repair in all honesty. The bottleneck corridor design meant the ship, unshielded, had some glaring weaknesses when confronted by an exceptionally large creature. Short of some very handy Jawas with an industrial grade sandcrawler and a shipyard, they weren't going to salvage it.
“You know better'n me that our ship's karked, Erik,” said Millie, “still, given what Mary just said, sounds like we both have something th' other needs. Y'all need a pilot, we need a ship. Think that's a done deal so long as Mira approves. We will need t' get my droid, and have a look at what th' Leviathan didn't wreck. We got really tiny micro fighters, uglies, in fact. Given their size, reckon if they ain't broke, we c'n fit 'em both in yer cargo hold. With yer permission. Personal projects of ours. Hate t' leave 'em for Sith.”
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Post by Mira Yim on May 18, 2024 5:01:30 GMT -8
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 13, 2024 7:22:51 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+
<<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tempest>>
With what little was left of her arm bandaged enough to keep her from bleeding out, and no one else stepping up to pilot the ship, Mary sat upright. An act which was not in the least bit fun, but she was both used to pain, and working through it if she wanted to survive. And strangely enough, she had had wounds that hurt a lot more than losing a limb did. Which was an odd realization. After a moment to gather her thoughts again, she finished standing up.
-Mary
You, buckethead, with me.
she took a moment to find and return her mask to its proper location on her face. With that, she slowly made her way out of the medbay, through the crew lounge, and into the surprisingly spacious cockpit. The entire front wall was a massive viewport, stretching from the floor to nearly directly above the command chair in the center of the room. Forward of the command chair, what had been a pilot and copilot station were set several steps down. This would, in the original design give the captain a rather impressive view over their heads. In this particular case however, both of those chairs had been ripped out and a pair of droids were hard mounted and wired directly into the stations. One was a GD16 pilot droid and the other was an OOM pilot droid. In either case, they actually sat slightly lower than a human crew member would have. There were several other crew stations further back, but their panels were dark and didn't look to be currently being used for anything. The command chair itself, however had been rather heavily modified as well, enabling it to be used almost like a starfighter's cockpit.
-Mary
Buckethead, this is my ship. Tempest, this is buckethead. Which reminds me, we haven't actually been introduced. Beyond your ability to fly.
The swiveling head of the GD16, along with several mounted cameras in the cockpit focused intently on the mando for a few moments, before going back to seemingly ignoring the both of them.
-Mary
She is real easy to fly. In fact, she can do most of the flying herself, if you don't mind a rough ride. She has been know to lock people out of the controls as well, but since I introduced you, that probably won't happen. Take a seat and see about getting us to your landing site.
With the introduction over, Mary gratefully slipped into one of the other seats behind the command chair.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jun 14, 2024 21:23:41 GMT -8
[ Ami-Lee Westar | Medical Bay | HT-2200 Medium Freighter - Tempest | The Wilds | Korriban ] Attn: House of D'Ordinii, Mira Yim, Erik Itera & Dar'ToralThough uninvited, Millie quietly trailed after Mary and Erik. She felt a strange sensation from the time she'd entered the vessel. Before, with the adrenaline of a fight and then trying to stabilize and save Mary's life, she hadn't had the time to process the odd feeling. The way the droids in the medical bay behaved, and now, the way Mary was actually introducing Erik to the ship and vice versa. As if...
“Tempest is alive, ain't it?” said Millie, lightly resting her hand on the back of the co-pilot's chair.
The feeling of a presence all around her was growing stronger the more she thought about it. Millie casually looked all around her, top to bottom, left to right, and she could actually feel the ship. More than she ever felt from any vessel she'd been in. This ship...had a soul, or something akin to it. Millie herself had no idea why she could feel it, but she chalked it up to her usual intuition, which had kept her alive more times than she could count.
Though, given what she and Erik had encountered over time, this wasn't even that odd to her anymore.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Jun 15, 2024 7:48:34 GMT -8
==Jedi Fly RP== +Mary Cerulea+
<<124 ABY; R5 Sector, Korriban, Wilds, The Tempest>>
Mary looked oddly at the doctor, though the mask hid her expression as usual.
-Mary
Of course, don't you know that all ships are alive?
Mary had effectively been a dock worker on coruscant in what might as well have been a previous life. Though her actual job was mostly directing and maintenance for the droid workforce. She had spent enough time there to pick up the spacer's habit of acting and treating their vessels as if they were alive. Other than a few brief trips in other ships while she was effectively traumatized, Mary had never been in any ship for long before she discovered and effectively rebuild the Tempest from scratch. Given that interaction with crews, the lack of other experience, and her own confusion and surprises, Mary assumed that the Tempest was a fairly normal ship. And that the odd things that sometimes happened where normal in such an environment.
The truth was, however, that Tempest was a very unusual ship. Given her history, and the very unusual modifications made to her while she was being rebuilt, Tempest was in a very real way alive. Though she didn't talk, even through the droids wired in. She also wasn't yet fully self aware. But She was aware of its surroundings, and of the people within her. She was also, very slowly, growing.
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Post by Mira Yim on Jun 19, 2024 10:30:41 GMT -8
The slender brow above Mira's right mqaaq'it perked up as she listened to Mary's claim, that came as quite a surprise to the Yuuzhan Vong, who was less familiar with infidel technology than most. "Yours too, huh?" She said, sounding surprised, even as she took a loud sip from a tea she had procured on the way to the Tempest's controls. Her other hand held a tiny cucumber sandwich, which the Handmaiden made disappear in two bites. As she finished chewing, she slid her now empty hand into her Jedi robes and retrieved her personal qahsa device, essentially an organic computer that served in a similar capacity as an infidel data-pad. Setting aside her tea, the Master Shaper swiped through a series of screens until she found what she was looking for.
"With our mission more or less wrapped up here, we'll need to figure out where we are headed to next. High Lord Lucy sent us a list of things to look into, some of which might even include a nominal bounty to entice our new friends. Let's see here." She bit her lip as she studied the luminous screen. "There is a missing Loth-kitten on Nar Shaddaa whose owner sorely wishes it returned, some suspected Sith remnants on Obroa-Skai left behind after the planet was attacked by something called a Plague Lord..." Mira looked up. "That doesn't sound very nice. Hmmm, what else? Some inhabitants of lower Galactic City on Coruscant have requested aid relief after the recent battle that took place there between rival First Order warlords. In fact, based on available Holo-Net reports I'm not even sure the battle has ended yet. Um, there is a report here of a large sea creature of some sort loose on Naboo that has been eating up Gungan settlements. The ewoks of Bright Tree Village have petitioned the Jedi Lord for assistance in stopping a Gorax that's been kidnapping villagers." She looked up from her qahsa and offered a shrug. "Most of those sound like something we could handle, especially with all the extra help. There are a few more options, but lets take care of Millie and Erik's ship first before we make a decision."
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Post by Erik Itera on Jul 8, 2024 15:46:10 GMT -8
*The day had been a bit of a whirlwind, and so Erik was hardly phased by being ordered around by the injured jedi or the fact that her ship was sentient... or at least slightly more sentient than most ships. She was right about all ships being alive, even if most people didn't seem to realize it. All of that boded well for their temporary partnership so he nodded to the captain and in response to her question about introductions he nodded slightly.* "Erik Itera, but whatever gets my attention works." *With that and a small smirk that no one could see under his helmet the Mandalorian Pilot slid into the offered seat and set about the task at hand.* "Good to meet you Tempest, hopefully we'll be able to get along, I hope you don't mind a close connection." *With that he pulled a cable out of his armor and plugged himself into a jack in the command seat, hooking his suit's system up to the ship, and becoming another part of the greater whole.
The ship thankfully seemed to appreciate him conforming to the layout of it's other pilots, even if he wasn't bolted down and with a deft hand and a growing connection to the ship he seemed to have been adopted into the crew of he began the quick flight to their own landing zone and the damaged craft that was supposed to have been their way off this rock. On the way he scrolled through options on his HUD familiarizing himself with both the technical and personality traits of what he hoped would be his newest friend.*
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