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Feb 24, 2017 9:27:46 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 9:27:46 GMT -8
Grateful as he is that he is able to get the Morganian to give herself at least a moment's rest, Arduino wishes she had asked anything other than the questions she voices after she relents and sits down on the cot; questions that make Arduino finally face what he had learned while the battle for Garang had not yet ended. Fighting alongside the Rebel Alliance to repel the First Order, Arduino had been able to avoid dealing with the loss of all that were at the Enclave when the First Order and Knights of Ren descended upon it. Lifting a hand to stroke his bearded chin, an absent gesture he is not even aware of doing, Arduino is silent for a moment before, closing his eyes and lowering his head with a nod, confirming that what Berdine had heard is true.
Taking a deep breath to try and keep himself from surrendering to the grief and anger his thoughts invite, Arduino looks at his mud and blood stained boots as he says, searching for some way to mitigate the news he has confirmed and has been made to face himself, and saying, "I mean, some of them must surely . . . or, well, some may have . . . remembering something he had overheard when ordered to leave the Enclave for Garang, Arduino strokes his chin as he goes on with a faint spark of enthusiasm, There was a member of the Geological Corps sent to the Crystal Caves when word of the news of the invasion first broke, Master Hao. She is still. . . recalling reports of fighting all over the planet, Arduino shakes his head, finishing with less hope in his voice than when he had first remembered the Umbaran had been deployed before the fall of the Enclave, she could still be out there now. Sitting up, consciously setting his grief, doubts, and fears aside, Arduino says, And there's the other Jedi sent out to fight with Alliance troops here in Garang and elsewhere, so . . ." unsure what to add, or how to staunch the wound his news has in all probability opened in Berdine just as it has in him, Arduino falls silent, lowering his head to look at his boots once more.
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Feb 24, 2017 22:06:06 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 22:06:06 GMT -8
Her concentration and focus having been on healing the wounded, Berdine had not sensed any rippling in the Force when the Enclave fell, and even had she not been riveted on the arduous task of using her gifts to help the Rebel medics treat their injured comrades, the war being waged all over Dantooine would have in all probability opened her up to so much death, destruction, and misery that singling out the deaths of the Jedi at the Enclave in the sea of pain would have been all but impossible. In a way, Berdine is grateful that she had not been open to such strife and loss at the time, that she was spared that burden when her cup was already overflowing with so much needing to be choked down.
Arduino's reminder that she and he were not the only Jedi to have been deployed to fight alongside the Rebels affords her some solace, Berdine comforted to some degree by knowing that other Jedi from the Enclave may yet live. The war with the First Order is far from over, Berdine knows, just as she knows that the Jedi Order's support of the Rebel Alliance's cause means that the odds are against rebuilding the Enclave on Dantooine being a priority anytime soon. Her thoughts wandering aimlessly for a moment, Berdine finds herself wondering where she and Arduino will be sent by the High Council, the rage she can feel swirling inside her making her hope that she is assigned to continue helping the Rebellion, joining them in standing against the First Order so that she can harbor the hope of someday being called on to do more than heal the wounded.
Vengeance, Berdine knows, does not become a Jedi, and goes against the Code, but she accepts that its seeds have been sown within her, watered by the horrors the First Order rained down upon Dantooine and warmed by the rage those horrors have ignited within her. Berdine knows that she will have to work hard to ensure that she does not throw away a lifetime of training and work in allowing what has been sown to bloom in full, and vows to herself that she will fight against that which the First Order's war has infected her.
Berdine, after stilling her thoughts enough to begin returning her attention to the conversation with Arduino, absently wonders aloud, "Will we be able to give all of them their funeral rites? I know they have all gone to the Force, that the ceremony is more for those left behind, but the thought of them all just being left to . . ." Berdine shudders, trailing off at the thought that so many Jedi might have their passing go without being honored, one more log thrown onto the fire that has begun to burn within her. War being one of the times exceptions to the Jedi funeral customs are made, Berdine knows that it may be that the Jedi of the Enclave may not receive their ceremonial cremations, just as the Rebels and First Order troops that fell in battle may be denied anything other than a quick, perfunctory ceremony enabling the war to sweep relentlessly ever onward.
Looking over at Arduino, feeling selfish for not yet having asked how he is holding up, Berdine reaches over to pat his back as she asks, "Were you hurt? Standing and moving to a shelf of supplies, she begins looking for things she might need if Arduino has been injured as she says, If you won't let me help the medics look after the wounded, at least let me look after you."
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Feb 28, 2017 6:25:59 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2017 6:25:59 GMT -8
Shaking his head to indicate he has no more an idea of what is to become of the Jedi that were killed at the Enclave than she does, Arduino sighs when Berdine gets up to search for medical supplies, groaning tiredly as he rises to go after her. "I'm fine, he says, moving a flap of his the torn sleeve of his sweat, mud, and blood soaked khaki tunic aside so that she can see the bandage beneath covering the blaster wound he had sustained during the battle for Garang, See, all expertly patched up by Corporal Kundera already."
Reaching out to stop her from gathering supplies she does not need, Arduino says gently, "You have to let yourself rest. Trying a different tactic, he says, Have some pity on me, I still have Master Jyotish to persuade to take a break as well, and you know how stubborn he is. I'm on the verge of collapse already, he goes on, not entirely untruly, and the longer you keep me from starting in on convincing him, the longer it will be before I can start getting the rest I need. You want to look after me? He points towards the doors leading out of the makeshift medcenter into the area of the starport set aside as barracks, Go get some rest."
After Berdine has finally relented, Arduino sets out to find the Zabrak Jedi Master to try his hand at persuading him to rest as well.
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Mar 1, 2017 0:49:43 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2017 0:49:43 GMT -8
Master Jyotish, having finally accepted the need for rest even before Arduino found him after Berdine had been persuaded to allow herself to sleep, needed no convincing to do so . His sleep fitful at best, the Zabrak had woken the following morning feeling nearly as tired as when he had finally collapsed.
Berdine, having slept deeply, feels no more restful for it; all that had transpired the previous day weighing on her mind, inviting an emotional and spiritual malaise that prevents her from escaping the overall physical and emotional lethargy that she knows she cannot allow to take root within her. Fortunately for Berdine there is no shortage of work to be done, and focusing on all that must be done enables her, if only for a time, to lose herself in her work as she helps the Rebel medics care for their sick and wounded.
Jyotish, for his part, devotes the majority of the morning to ensuring that he gains a general sense of the disposition of the surviving Rebel forces on Dantooine and in orbit above it so that he can report in to the Jedi Council. Jyotish also learns that Rebel starfighters conducting patrols on Dantooine to verify that the First Order withdrawal was complete and to search for Rebel units still in the field with whom communication has not been established had flown over the ruins of the Jedi Enclave, obtaining visual confirmation of its compkete destruction and sensor verification that there are no survivors in or near the remains of the Enclave.
After sending his report to the Council, which includes a request for orders for himself and the other Jedi that survived the attack on Dantooine, Jyotish speaks with Rebel leaders to find out how he and the Jedi can help, as well as to request that he, Berdine, and Arduino be given use of a shuttle or other transport so that they can go to the Enclave to look after their dead. Once arrangements for use of a shuttle have been made, Jyotish comms Berdine and Arduino to meet at the shuttle in an hour's time.
When the time comes for them to meet the Zabrak Master at the shuttle, Berdine finds Arduino and asks, "Are you ready? Master Jyotish will be waiting."
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Mar 4, 2017 6:38:12 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2017 6:38:12 GMT -8
Putting the last of the supplies he has gathered for the task ahead of them into a rucksack, Arduino nods as he shoulders the pack, "As ready as one can ever be for what we have ahead of us."
Not in the mood for talking, Arduino says nothing as they walk to the Crix-class diplomatic courier shuttle Master Jyotish has arranged for them to have the use of, making his way to the cockpit of the shell-like ship and, as the more experienced pilot among the trio, beginning to prepare to lift off so that they can travel from Garang to the ruins of the Enclave, where they will look after the dead, cremating the Jedi that fell in battle as is the Jedi custom.
Arduino takes the shuttle up after completing the pre-flight preparations, bringing the ship onto a course for the Enclave once they are over the battle scarred city, and then increases speed to set out for the Enclave that had been his home for as long as he can remember.
Continues here. . .
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2017 13:19:16 GMT -8
Continued from Dantooine Terrain...
It had been two days since the Stalwart-class freighter had reached Garang. Shortly after arrival, a ceasefire had been called, and First Order troops had been pulled off the planet. This was a hollow victory in every sense of the word, though. The streets of Garang were bloodstained, smoking ruins dotted by craters and fortified defensive positions. The starport of Garang, once bustling and thriving, had nearly half of its capacity dedicated to emergency triage - and disposing of the mountains of dead. Even now, patrols were periodically sent out of the starport to search for survivors: the whole of the city still gripped in the throes of a warzone emergency. It was said that relief ships would soon arrive, but soon could mean days - and in a place where every hour stretched into horrific eternity, the ships simply couldn't get to Dantooine fast enough.
And then there was the final nail in the coffin. Besides Master Hao, and a handful of relief Jedi smattered through the city (the ship having just missed @arduino and @berdine ), the entirety of the enclave and the Jedi had been utterly decimated. Thorough, exact, systematic - the enclave and its occupants had been eradicated. It was up to the survivors to pick up the pieces...however small those may be.
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Smack dab in the middle of Rebel command (The starport being divided into Command, Triage, and regular docking facilities), Jashin Rau honestly cared for none of this. Their wounds had been treated, they had been asked - made, honestly - to rest. But that time had come and gone. He and Jakk had not spoken yet. Nor had he spoken to Sinina. But none of that mattered to Jashin. There was one thing, and one thing only on his mind.
"You owe me, Rebel!" Jashin proclaimed, poking a finger into the chest of the weary looking Rebel Commander. "So, pay up!"
"Look, its true that your Intel played a very small role in the cease fire, but you can't expect us to pay you a mill-
"- A million credits!" Interrupted Jashin, resting his hand on his pistol. This of course made every armed officer in the room tense up, and similarly handle their own weapons. Rolling his eyes, taking his hand off his pistol and crossing his arms, he forged onward as only Jashin Rau could. "A million credits, to the pirate who saved your asses. After all, can you put a price on the lives of a soldier? And who knows how many soldiers we saved. A million credits seems like a paltry number, indeed. I mean, going even further, what's a million credits when compared to the amount of creds it'll take to rebuild this city? Your armies? The fleet? A million is nothing!"
"It is not nothing! We don't have that kind of cash lying around. Bogan! Even the great Han Solo was paid in precious metals used in starship repair! You can't honestly expect us to give you hard credits!
At that, a gleam sparkled in Jashin's eye. They had moved away from price, and on to feasibility of payment. He would go in for the kill now: he'd cut the his demand to a quarter of what he was asking initially, and ask for it in materials they actually had on hand. Just as he had planned all along. "Ok, ok...fine, fine! Kark! Cheapskates! Blackards! I'll settle." Said Jashin, doing his best to look irritated and upset. "I'll settle for a ship. A ship, access to two of your mechanics and on hand parts, and two tons of precious metals."
The Rebel Commander was no fool. His own eyes narrowed at the request. It was, however, not entirely unreasonable. They owed the man and his strange crew something in compensation; for no better reason than he hadn't disclosed HOW he had gained such valuable in the first place. By all rights, the battle of Naboo had left no survivors, but somehow this practically unknown pirate had salvaged that valuable intel, and, on good faith, had fought to upload it to the Rebel's benefit. They needed to secure his loyalty to the Rebel cause in the future, should he gain such a valuable thing in the future. That, and the Jedi Master Vanna Hao had told him to pay him - within reason. "I can give you a PB-950, two mechanics, and five hundred kilos of precious metals."
"Five hundred kilos and a license to loot the battlefield." Countered Jashin smoothly.
"Five hundred kilos, and a license to loot First Order personnel, only." Countered the Commander, firmly.
"Deal." Said Jashin, shaking the man's hand.
"You're a real Bandigo Rau." The commander muttered, grimly.
"Bandigo? Never head of it." Replied Jashin, signing a datapad the man offered to seal the deal.
"It's a wolf-like creature native to Sriluur. Known for its sinister howls, and ambush tactics." The commander replied, checking the datapad.
"Bandigo. I like it. You can call me The Bandigo. You've got, like, a file on me right? Call me that." Jashin asked animatedly, suddenly more excited over the prospect of a call-sign than his actual reward.
"Yeah, yeah. Alright. Whatever." The Commande replied, distracted.
"Call me that, and you can knock off the precious metals." Jashin replied, seriously.
"I...seriously?"
"I'm an amateur. No one has ever heard of me. You give me an official name, hell, every Rebel can look me up when I give them my title. And when your info gets leaked, others will know me as well." Jashin said, ignoring the irritated look in the man's eyes when he said the word "leaked".
"...Fine. Consider it done. Now get the Bogan outa here. I never want to see you again." The Commander snapped, his patience for this pirate apparently gone. "You'll find your reward in bay thirty, in about two hours."
And with that, negotiations were over.
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Post by Sinina Riso on Apr 19, 2017 19:34:21 GMT -8
*Sinina had had a few minor wounds, nothing serious, not like after Etti.
She'd recieved some bacta patches, some stitches, and then came the "forced" rest. She didn't want to rest. She had to speak to Jashin, get this mess sorted. She spat and cursed at officers, smacked more then one. Eventually seeing they were going to be as stubborn as she was, she had laid down and rested,
realizing finally she was far more tired than she had realized. Because in the last while, she'd been on the go so much, and things such a mess that even when she wasn't moving, she wasn't sleeping well. Her head had hit the pillow and she was out, dead to the world, for at least 12 hours.
Later when she finally rejoined the land of the living. She climb out of the bed she had found, and dragged her ass to the fresher. She was glad no one was there to witness, as zombies would have shown more ambition than she had on that trek. She spent the time, relaxing as the hot water cascaded over her,
letting it wash away the stress of the past few weeks. It felt great, but she had to get going, so she exited and got dressed once more, throwing her hair up into a quick bun high on her head, she grabbed her things and went to find the others.
It seemed, finding Jashin, wouldn't be hard, as she'd already heard raised voices and argueing. She assumed that would be Jashin. She headed that direction, avoiding as much of the Alliance personall as she could manage. She really didn't want to deal with them. She rounded a corner where the arguement came from...Only to be stopped by two guards saying she wasn't allowed past. She sighed deeply and shakes her head, as she stepped in close to the trooper, her body almost touching his, her eyes never leaving his, batting her lashes at him, as her hand slipped around, easily snatching at his security pass.*
You must be mistaken.. You see... I have this right here...
*She says softly, as she brings her hand up and around, waving a security clearance pass quickly back and forth so it wasn't clear to make out. She turns in a slow circle around him, and walked slowly on by and into the room. She looked at the Pair of men inside, one Jashin,
and the other man across from him. Leaning against the table, a small smile tugging at her lips.*
Its all done and good, Mr Bandigo, long as you're not trying to sneak away on us. We came through alot to try and find you.
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Post by Zalor Anneri on Apr 19, 2017 20:35:08 GMT -8
The Battle of Jarrak Base had gone by so fast that Zalor found himself not being able to remember many details about the battle,
other than saving the Jedi Commander - Master Vanna Hao was her name, Zalor discovered - meeting Jashin Rau and fighting their way through the comm bunker. Zalor watched as the First Order bombarded the comm bunker with turbolaser fire just seconds after Agent Ryder's ship took off. He was glad that none of the surviving Alliance soldiers were caught in that blast.
The Battle of Jarrak Base seemed an overall success. However, when they reached Garang and began to see the widespread destruction, Zalor and the gang were given a very sobering look at the countless losses that the overall Battle of Dantooine had wrought. Even though the First Order had agreed to the cease-fire and had pulled away from the planet, very little was left of the Dantooine Zalor had once known.
The Jedi Enclave was destroyed. Unrecognizable. The old training rooms and dormitories Zalor had grown to know when he first began his Jedi training were gone.
The Council Chambers where Master Serik, Master Vilor, Master Dash and other Council members had discussed important Jedi matters was gone. The roof where Negue Ragnos and Master Dash would spend their time talking was gone. Even the pictures of many of the old Jedi heroes, including that of his grandfather, Barask Anneri, and Zaxis Sentii (before he was Darth Zulataan) were gone. It was all gone. They would forevermore only exist in Zalor's memories.
Zalor only toured the Enclave ruins once before vowing never to return to them again.
Since Jashin and his crew had agreed to stay for two days until Jashin got his 'payment for services rendered to the Alliance', Zalor decided to tour the city of Garang - something he had only been able to do a mere handful of times as a Padawan. Even though he wasn't exactly dressed as a Jedi, Zalor made no attempts to disguise the fact that he was one of the remaining Jedi left on the planet. He was saddened by the devastation the First Order had brought on the city.
There were many hurt and wounded, and much of the city was in ruins. Zalor spent an entire day helping out where he could. He used his Force Healing abilities to help the worst of the wounded - he helped the soldiers clear some of the blocked paths in the city to get to the worst of the refugees. He even led a small task force against a small but troublesome gang of looters, which proved no challenge for him. The more he helped the citizens of Garang, the more Zalor was surprised at just how many people had heard of his better-known grandfather, Barask Anneri, and his exploits across the galaxy. It was no secret on Dantooine that Barask Anneri had been a member of the Jedi Council on Dantooine, long before Zalor had even been born. When people found out who Zalor was, hope seemed to return, and the spirits of the citizens of Garang lifted. It gave Zalor a small amount of hope, too.
Zalor camped out on board the cargo bay of Agent Ryder's ship. When he went to bed that night, he couldn't rest very well at all, and ate little. He didn't speak much to the others at all, either. The state of the planet had left the young, Neubian-born Jedi in a state of shock. This had been his first taste of the First Order's war on the galaxy.
When he did finally get tired enough to go to sleep, he was lulled to sleep by the voice of his grandfather, Barask, calling to him...
"What are you running from, Zalor? What are you so afraid of?"
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The next morning, when Jashin was due to get his payment, Zalor spent most of his time merely either pacing about the cargo hold of Agent Ryder's ship, or leaning against its interior. He barely ate. He hardly said a word to anyone. He remained tight-lipped throughout the whole day - deep in thought and still in shock. Sinina, Tanara and Artoo had all tried to talk to him, but he barely responded. Jashin hadn't bothered to speak to him at all - Zalor figured that Jashin didn't want anything to do with him, which, in all honesty, suited Zalor just fine.
[Long moan-whistle] R2-D4, Zalor's trusty droid, never left Zalor's side that day - obviously very worried about Zalor and unsure what to make of his unusual behavior.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2017 23:13:51 GMT -8
"Its all done and good, Mr Bandigo, long as you're not trying to sneak away on us. We came through alot to try and find you."
Jashin's good mood, as quick as it came, suddenly soured. "Sneak away? Oh, no. Not before I give each and every one of you the vicious beatings that you deserve. It's you lot who should be sneaking away." Jashin's own hands slammed against the table as he leaned forward across from Sinina, utterly displeased. "Eh?! Where do you lot get off! Coming after a complete stranger! You've known me for two days woman! And you bring another complete stranger, and worse - a toady of my father - who I bet suggested this entire thing, after me? Huh? Do you have any idea of what has just happened?" To the side, the Rebel Commander cleared his throat, apparently cross that Jashin had appropriated his ready room. Jashin, in one smooth motion, unholstered his pistol and pointed it between the Commander's eyes. As one, the clacking of blasters being readied echoed through the room as Rebel guards instantly took a bead on the volatile FIrrerreo. Jashin paid them no mind.
"You don't get it." He said, after a long moment - the alien visibly trying to get his temper under control. "I come from a family of assassins. You weren't helping to find me, because my father wanted me safe. You were helping his lackey to find me in general. The second I left Naboo and that group of Jedi, abandoning my life debt - to save you idiots no less - they sent people after me. I could have, maybe, out maneuvered Jakk by himself. But with you bunch in the picture, it was only a matter of time before either he threatened one of you, or you guys ran me down, or something." Frustrated, blowing out a breath of air, Jashin lowered his pistol, holstered, and turned on his heel. Uncertain, the Rebel soldiers looked to the Commander, who just waved them to the side, allowing the Firrerreo to exit the Command center. Jashin, not stopping even for a second, simply breezed past the guards, still speaking - assuming Sinina was following.
"And then there's the fact you and yours brought down an orbital strike on our heads." Jashin raised a hand, a stream of other reasons to berate the woman on the tip of his tongue, before he simply exhaled, the hand falling with it - replaced with a shake of his head. "...Ugh...by Jatayus' little teapot, I could use a drink. I'm glad you're ok, princess. But if you want me to forgive you, then you'll go find me a bottle of something: and by something, I mean liquor. Do we have a deal?"
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Post by Sinina Riso on Apr 20, 2017 4:48:30 GMT -8
*She had listened to him ramble and rant, on and on, not even moving as he leveled a blaster. She shakes her head and followed him, only when he mentioned forgiving him did dshe grab at his shoulder, try to turn him sideways and push him into the wall, pointing a finger in his face and growling at him.*
I have never met your father, I did meet an obnoxious old man that was full of insults. Oh by the way, imagine my disappointment when I finish your mission of finding a splicer, only to find you uncontactable, then this old man says he needs to speak with you and happens to know exactly everything you been up to. I thought it the easiest way to get you your splicer that you asked for.
I'm not some fluffy princess. My mother was a Sith Assassin, my sister rides a Bull Rancor. I am not scared, let them send an army after me. Would it not be better to handle it in numbers then by yourself?
*She hadn't noticed in her anger, how the clouds unnaturally gathered,
darkened, and then she heard the cracks of lightning, and the ground shake. She shakes her head and closed her eyes, sighing deeply. She looks back up at him, the runes starting to glow softly. She jabs her finger in his chest.*
Forgive me? Maybe split the bottle, and I'll forgive you.
*She growled again, turning away and walking ahead of him listening for his next rant, she may not look like much, smaller then most, but she had a temper, and if he could sense the force, it was radiating off her, darkly, at that moment.*
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2017 12:44:33 GMT -8
"I have never met your father, I did meet an obnoxious old man that was full of insults."
Jashin, against the wall, went ashen silver in the space of a second, the rest of the woman's words falling on deaf ears. Terror, deep and profound, resounded through Jashin's entire being. Arcturus Utan Sorrows, was here? "Impossible." Jashin muttered dully into the air. "That's impossible." He proclaimed, louder, to reassure himself. But his voice wavered, and his hands shook - and he found himself pressing backward into the stone, as if trying to press himself into the bare wall in order to become a piece of it. Anything, anything to escape this.
This entire situation, was far, far worse than he could have possibly imagined. His grandfather hadn't been seen in nearly fifty years; and now the Weeping Lord appeared, the head of his clan, with the singular purpose of finding his wayward grandson? He had to escape. Escape before whatever his family wanted with him came to fruition.
"Would it not be better to handle it in numbers then by yourself?"
"Numbers don't really come into play when you're up against my family." Jashin said distantly, his mind still whirling. Hundreds of options occurred to him, but not a one had a chance of working: not with Jakk Ryder in the picture.
"Forgive me? Maybe split the bottle, and I'll forgive you."
"Right, sure. We'll split it." Jashin said offhandedly, unholstering his pistol and flicking the safety off.
As Sinina walked ahead of him, Jashin turned and took a sudden left, heading to the hangar where Jakk and his ship was. He would have to get the jump on the man: who knew what kind of technology the little weasel had been given. Or worse, what if he had planted explosives and such? In fact, the best route would be simply to shoot the man on sight. Walking through the hallways, Jashin turned a final corner into bay twenty-nine, and, immediately, Jashin cut his eyes side to side, scanning the bay thoroughly. The ship sat, ramp lowered, in the center of its pad. To the side, a cluster of fuel drums and hoses were connected to the ship, idly pumping fuel - attended by a pair of labor droids. Coolant hissed periodically, obscuring the pad every so often; but, otherwise, all was quiet. Relaxing slightly, Jashins pistol lowered, and he dropped into a slight crouch, stealthily walking forward.
"Hiya Jashy!"
"Oh KRIFF -" Jashin practically leapt out of his skin; whirling around and swinging his pistol around to fire. But, before he could, Jakk himself was already firing. Having been casually leaning just to the side of the door - just out of sight - Jakk had watched as Jashin had entered the hangar, before bringing to bear a Czerka Corporation "HeadBanger" Riot control blaster rifle out from under his greatcoat. A brilliant blue, almost white, ring of plasma spat out from the rifle - enveloping Jashin. Energy coalesced over the alien's skin, sparking and jumping. Jashin's eyes rolled back into his head: and, after the energy dissipated, the man simply stood there. That is, until he slowly fell backward with a loud *THUD!*, drool already pooling on the deck out his slack mouth.
"Yeah...that's gonna hurt when you wake up." Muttered Jakk, slinging the rifle over his shoulder and grabbing Jashin by the heels. An unusually powerful rifle, the HeadBanger was notorious for being able to stun even Wookies with a single shot: humanoids who were hit were commonly left unconscious for three to four days. Which was just long enough for Jakk to get Jashin back to Naboo.
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Post by Tanara Ajahn on Apr 20, 2017 16:23:07 GMT -8
Following their violent escape from the orbital strike on the base, they had, somewhat, safely arrived in Garang. She decided to take the opportunity and nap on the cargo bay floor, curled up in a corner against the wall, as she was heavily exhausted from her overuse of the Force. Thankfully, she was left alone for nearly 8 hours, as the alliance medics were busy attending to everyone else. She was eventually awoken, and spent some time debriefing with Alliance officers,
though she was cryptically vague with her private information. The last thing she needed was to be lumped together with the Dantooine survivors and refugees. They were her people, but she was of no use trapped with them. When she was finally set loose, she spent her time wandering with her friend.
Together, they walked through the decimated ruins of the enclave, her home. She had been raised in those halls, almost her entire childhood was spent there. She would run up and down the halls, giggling without a care in the world, past the older Jedi who would laugh at her youthfulness, and sometimes lightly scold her for being reckless. Of course, the vast majority of her memories of that time had been lost thanks to her amnesia. Any hope she might've had in reclaiming those memories were lost now. There was little to nothing left of the place she once called home. She was silent during the entire time they explored the ruins. Something deep inside her had been lost. Some long buried feeling of safety and security had been erased. Her home was gone.
She decided not to follow her friend through the devastated city, instead she returned to the hangar and distracted herself with maintenance work on the freighter. She couldn't bare to face the destruction wrought upon the denizens there. It was all she could do not to lose herself. Eventually, the exhaustion and sorrow gave way to a thankfully unbroken, dreamless sleep, granting her a respite from the horror and trauma that surrounded her. When she awoke the following morning however, it was all still there waiting for her. Still unable to cope with the devastation, she decided to temporarily leave the city again, this time by herself. Before she left, she stealthily snuck listening devices onto Jashin, Sinina and Zalor, so that she could keep track of them in case something else happened. It was almost a habit of hers,
as she loved to hide listening devices on and around her fiancée. She would tell him about it, and then he'd try to find them all, not that he ever could find them all. She wished she could still listen in on them, but she was light-years out of range.
There was only a single place she had in mind left where she might find some peace, and by some miracle of the Force, it had survived the devastation. Her father's grave. As she approached, it seemed almost out of place, as though it didn't belong there. Perhaps it didn't anymore...the grave was almost twelve years old now.
"Has it really been almost twelve years? I'm sorry Daddy, I meant to visit sooner."
Not caring if anyone was around or saw her, she laid down on the grass beside the grave and stared up at the sky for a minute, before simply closing her eyes and listening to the wind blow gently by. As she lay there, she could finally appreciate the subtle pleasure from being on her homeworld again. The air, despite the unavoidable smoke, and the gravity just felt perfectly right. It had been over a decade since she was last home, but laying there, she felt as if no time had passed by at all.
Tanara absentmindedly activated the listening devices she had planted and set them around herself, letting the voices overlap as she didn't really intend to listen too carefully to anything being said. Instead she wanted to use the time that she had to talk to her father, and so she did. She told him all about her training as a Jedi and as a mercenary. She told him about all the adventures she had gone on. She told him about her friends, and how much she missed them all. She especially told him about her fiancée.
"He's a great guy Dad, you would've liked him...well, eventually anyway. I didn't actually like him at first either..."
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Apr 20, 2017 21:27:38 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on Apr 20, 2017 21:27:38 GMT -8
Oh it's possible all right. Zalor was there. He knows what was said.
*She frowned to herself as he said numbers wouldn't matter.*
That's not my point... I am trying to say if you stopped running off to face your problems alone, maybe they wouldn't be so hard to deal with.
*She frowns, the sound of him was not behind her, and she realized he ducked off a different route. She sighs deeply, muttering mando'a curses under her breath. She sighs and takes off after him. She frowned as the route he'd taken lead him to the same hanger she had been heading into.
She rushed into the hanger just in time to see Jashin hit the floor and watch their pilot start dragging him by the ankle.*
For the love of Kriff! Could you at least be respectful! Like come on. No wonder he doesn't like you. Dragging him by the ankle...
*She growls at Ryder and goes to pick up Jashin's shoulders, supporting his head and neck, so their rude "friend" wasn't dragging him along the ground like some carcass. The entire time her eyes narrowed at the man on the other end.
Once on board the ship, she would make sure that Jashin was at least in a comfortable spot, covered with a blanket, his head rested on her lap as he lay there, she wasn't going to leave his side from this point til he woke up, and they'd have to pry her away by her cold dead corpse to make her.*
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Apr 20, 2017 21:58:29 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Apr 20, 2017 21:58:29 GMT -8
When the ramp leading into the cargo bay of the Rusty Rake opened, Zalor was met with a curious sight: one of Agent Jakk Ryder and Sinina dragging Jashin Rau's unconscious body into the ship. This amused the Neubian Jedi, he would later admit. He wondered what sort of predicament Jashin had gotten himself into to become a victim of such unceremonious treatment, by his own people, nonetheless. Zalor's first thought was that he had gone out and had one too many drinks before hours, but then Zalor remembered overhearing Jakk mumble to himself that he wasn't looking forward to dealing with Jashin and vowed himself to 'get Jashin off this karking rock anyway he could.'
The Force worked in mysterious ways, and, as Zalor could well attest, often times had a funny way of exacting what many non-Force sensitives would call 'karma.' It was only a matter of time before Jashin Rau's unpleasant and standoffish nature bit him in the backside. Zalor was glad to finally witness it, even though he didn't visibly show it right way.
As Jashin was dragged aboard, Zalor muttered to himself, quiet enough that only Artoo could really hear what he was saying...
"It would seem Mister Rau doesn't want to leave willingly. What a surprise."
Zalor allowed himself a small, amused smile - but that smile quickly faded as he sat down in the corner of the cargo bay, away from the others, falling silent once more.
As Zalor's silence continued, and Tanara was nowhere to be found, R2-D4 rolled up to Sinina, now holding the unconscious pirate's head in her lap, and beeped at her.
[Beep-whistle-click-moan] The droid hoped that Sinina was able to understand droid binary enough to figure out what he was trying to say. With Tanara gone, he couldn't get Zalor to speak to anyone or eat. The droid was obviously very concerned about Zalor. Given that Sinina seemed to be friendly towards Zalor, Artoo attempted to convince Sinina to try and speak to him - anything to get him to explain why he was acting so melancholy.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2017 11:42:31 GMT -8
For the love of Kriff! Could you at least be respectful! Like come on. No wonder he doesn't like you. Dragging him by the ankle...
"You realize he was coming to the hangar to kill me, yes? I dare say dragging him by his ankles is the least of his hang ups." Snickered Jakk, pulling Jashin across the hangar. When they reached the ship, they struggled slightly to get him up the ramp - Jashin was a heavy bastard when he was dead weight it turns out. This was just long enough for Jakk, with his sharpened alien hearing, to hear Zalor muttering to himself.
"It would seem Mister Rau doesn't want to leave willingly. What a surprise."
"Mr. Rau has family issues, Jedi. He is, shall we say, being reluctantly returned to Naboo in order to resolve those issues. Now, if you would be so kind - recall the Twi'lek woman, so that we might be on our way. While he is unconscious for the moment, I do not for a second underestimate our peoples ability to heal: Or Jashin Rau's sheer stubbornness." Explained Jakk, grunting as he tugged and pulled the heavy Firrerreo into the ship proper. Once firmly in the cargo hold, Jakk immediately moved to place binders on Jashin's wrists and ankles. From there, he moved to the cockpit, initiating pre-flight checks and warmup procedures.
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Post by Sinina Riso on Apr 23, 2017 19:36:54 GMT -8
*She shakes her head, rubbing at her temple as Jakk responds.*
My point being, dragging him around by his ankle isn't going to make him less hostile, more likely to have the opposite effect.
*She growls angerily, she runs her hand over Jashins head soothingly, she knew that he would heal quickly and fine, but that didn't make her feel any better about it, nor did think it best to treat anyone that way. She, unlike Jakk, wanted him to be as comfortable as possible,
thus her sitting with his head rested on her lap, and the blanket she had put over him.
Then she felt the droid that was with Zalor bumping into her leg, and it hooted and whistled at her.
She stares at the droid a moment in a bit of confusion, she had no idea what it was trying to say.
She didn't speak droid, she wasn't even really fond of them to begin with. As it continued to beep and whistle insisantly she looks around quickly, going to get Zalor to call off his droid as it clearly wanted something. She see's him and frowns at him a moment. Having the time to at least not be completely angry, her expression did soften as she looked at him.*
Something wrong, Zalor?
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Apr 23, 2017 20:31:06 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Apr 23, 2017 20:31:06 GMT -8
Then she felt the droid that was with Zalor bumping into her leg, and it hooted and whistled at her.
She stares at the droid a moment in a bit of confusion, she had no idea what it was trying to say.
She didn't speak droid, she wasn't even really fond of them to begin with. As it continued to beep and whistle insisantly she looks around quickly, going to get Zalor to call off his droid as it clearly wanted something. She see's him and frowns at him a moment. Having the time to at least not be completely angry, her expression did soften as she looked at him.*Something wrong, Zalor?
"Nothing that can be helped easily. There is a great disturbance in the Force here - created by all the suffering and death that has occurred here. This was the place where I began my Jedi training many, many years ago. It pains me to see it in such a state."
Zalor sighed sadly as he stood up to his full height, as though something heavy was weighing him down. He looked out the cargo bay into the spaceport, sensing the even greater sadness of his close friend Tanara, not too far away. "...and I sense I am not the only one. This was Tanara's homeworld. She lived here far longer than I ever trained here. Her family lived and died on Dantooine. She lost a piece of herself these past few days. It will be impossible for either of us to forget this battle and its devastation."
"Mr. Rau has family issues, Jedi. He is, shall we say, being reluctantly returned to Naboo in order to resolve those issues. Now, if you would be so kind - recall the Twi'lek woman, so that we might be on our way. While he is unconscious for the moment, I do not for a second underestimate our peoples ability to heal: Or Jashin Rau's sheer stubbornness." Explained Jakk, grunting as he tugged and pulled the heavy Firrerreo into the ship proper. Once firmly in the cargo hold, Jakk immediately moved to place binders on Jashin's wrists and ankles. From there, he moved to the cockpit, initiating pre-flight checks and warmup procedures.
::Tanara - I know you can hear me. First of all, I found your bug and you should probably hide it somewhere more inconspicuous next time. Second of all, we have about ten minutes before liftoff to Naboo. Make your way back to the ship, if you could please. And...:: Zalor paused, feeling guilty for sounding so cold and uncaring to his grieving friend. With a lot more warmth, he added...::...I'm sorry about Dantooine. I can't imagine what you're going through right now, although I'd probably have a good idea if the First Order ever came in full force to Naboo. Now it's my job to make sure that doesn't happen.::
With a newfound sense of urgency, Zalor put down his satchel, then turned to his droid - as he remember something important he wanted to do before they left the planet.
"Artoo - I need you to do me a quick favor before we leave, buddy. Set up a holocom call for me with Master Hao, Alliance Command."
[Beep-whistle-whistle-beep] Almost instantly, a small satellite dish emerged from the top of R2-D4's little dome, and the droid went right to work acquiring a signal to Dantooine Alliance Command. In a matter of seconds, he had connected to the command center, and before long,
Artoo's small holocom projector shone out a small, half-sized projection of the Jedi Master Zalor had rescued in the battle.
Zalor stood directly in front of her, his arms folded in a relaxed, business-like manner.
::Master Hao? Sorry to inconvenience you. I'm Jedi Knight Zalor Anneri. You might recognize me as the Jedi accompanying Jashin Rau - I pulled you away from the front lines at Jarrak Base. I'm glad to see you well.::
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2017 20:48:55 GMT -8
::Master Hao? Sorry to inconvenience you. I'm Jedi Knight Zalor Anneri. You might recognize me as the Jedi accompanying Jashin Rau - I pulled you away from the front lines at Jarrak Base. I'm glad to see you well.::
In the interim, Alliance Command has regained some of its composure - the presence of a Master, even one as lowly positioned as Master Hao, had restored a great deal of order. Around the woman's eyes, though, were circles from lack of sleep. Whether this was from grief from the loss of her lover, or simply from the monumental task of rebuilding an entire city, none could tell. Regardless, the woman's wounds had healed enough, thanks to bacta patches and a brief immersion, for her to be walking around. Even now, she spoke to the side to an aide, before turning fully to Zalor via hologram.
Anneri? That's quite a famous name; it would be long before I forgot it. Harder still to forget the Pirate Rau. How may I help you? I must confess I am somewhat....harried...at the moment. I trust Jashin received his payment? Already the Master was preemptively flagging down an aide, wishing to avoid having an irate pirate storming back into her command center.
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Apr 23, 2017 21:45:21 GMT -8
Post by Zalor Anneri on Apr 23, 2017 21:45:21 GMT -8
Zalor couldn't resist from blushing that a Dantooian Jedi Master still seemed to be quite familiar with his grandfather, Barask, and that he and his grandfather were still somewhat famous amongst the people of Dantooine. When asked about Jashin Rau's payment,
Zalor merely glanced off to the side silently for a moment, looking at the unconscious pirate. He wasn't sure if Jashin got paid or not, but Agent Ryder seemed insistent on leaving soon, regardless.
Ever the diplomat, Zalor turned back to face Master Hao and decided to wing it, in leiu of Jashin being unable to speak for himself. He nodded in response.
::I...uh...I believe he has. And I'm sure he is grateful for it, although he hasn't seemed to express it - unsurprisingly.::
Zalor was eager to change the subject, and he cleared his throat before continuing. He wanted to reconnect with the Dantooine Jedi to whatever extent he could, and he knew he might not get another chance in a good long time.
::If you don't mind me explaining my presence here, I was tasked by the Serenno government, discreetly, to get Mister Rau off of the planet any way I could. You're probably already aware of the fact that Serenno is part of a Coalition of planets that wish to remain neutral. Obviously, Mister Rau's presence, and his possession of data sensitive to the Alliance could potentially break that neutrality, him being a citizen of Serenno. I'm afraid to say that I'm not privy to what will happen to Jashin once we leave Dantooine space. That's up to the Serenno government to decide. But, at least, with him off the planet, we will have averted a major political crisis.::
Zalor paused again shortly before continuing - he was finally getting to the point of his message.
::...that...being said, I wish to offer my sincere condolences to the remaining Jedi here and to the Alliance on the outcome of this battle. There has been much lost here. I...I was once a Padawan here at Dantooine. I began my training here, at the same world my grandfather was a Jedi Council member of.::
Zalor had a lot to get off his chest. He took a deep breath, knowing that what he was about to say next would be hard, but needed to be said - for his own sake as much as anyone else's.
::I have a confession to make - I've been forsaking my calling for a good long time, lately. Had I not been, I would've probably joined the fight here long before the worst of the fighting had started. Maybe if I had, more lives would've been saved. Coming here to extract Mister Rau has made me realize what a big mistake I was making.::
Zalor turned to Force Pull his datapad from his satchel towards him, after which he immediately began typing in a few commands. ::I'm sending you my contact information, as well as my comm codes. If ever the Dantooine Jedi have another emergency, and need an extra capable Jedi, you'll know where to find me.::
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Apr 24, 2017 21:44:31 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on Apr 24, 2017 21:44:31 GMT -8
*Sinina watched Zalor a moment, listening to him speak. She could understand why it would bother them so, now that she wasn't in such an angry haze, or in a battle zone. She realized she'd been insensitive to their allies, which she did feel bad about. She would feel at an utter lose if the same had happened to her own homes. She couldn't imagine how she would feel. She wasn't good with using the force to read people, but she did feel the pain and hurt of the world, and she could feel it feed the darkness inside her, and it made the runes that were currently faded buzz with a soft warmth.
She had found it extremely difficult to keep from completely losing control at many times during this excursion.
She sighs softly, not able to formulate the words to console Zalor, she looked down at Jashin, wanting this to be done with. Some probably asked why she were even interested in him. But when she was on Dathomir, she wanted to be part of the action, and fought for attention from her mother. Then she was sent to Naboo, further removed from action to be taught of diplomacy and politics, then she ran into Loki, and got to see adventure on Etti, then ran into Jashin, a rogueish man that did what he wanted when he wanted. And always seemed in trouble. Which is where action and adventure could be found. The idea that his kind were only attracted to their own kind, gave the kind of want what one can't have affect,
increasing the appeal she found in him. She stroked his cheek gently, and looked back up at Zalor who seemed to be in conversation with someone. She decided best to not interfere with it.
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