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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 10:22:14 GMT -8
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Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on Apr 22, 2013 17:35:34 GMT -8
Having arrived home a few weeks ago, Jaecyn spent the time since on board his flagship, the Ferrin Sha. Mostly, it had been spent doing training, collecting thoughts over the meeting that he had apparently missed on Yavin, and keeping up with home events, and just as important, himself.
"There would be other meetings, though." He thought. Hopefully, he wouldn't be subject to the bigotry of a rogue jedi again, not that he was sore from the event. It just irked him that there were still some that close-minded. No matter, though, as there were fewer now than had been in the past. The important thing was that he and his fellow Ysanna press forward in pursuing their destiny, and defending themselves in the process, among other efforts, every bit the equal of import to many. Not the least of which included the duties to which their heritage held ties, to the Jedi, and to the fellow Force using groups in the cause that they shared.
He made his way to the bridge of the Ferrin Sha, not long after a debrief of a simulated CAP sortie in planetary orbit, to look over the grander picture of the exercise that the battle group was taking part in. Training for other pilots continued, with reasonable breaks in between missions. Overall, the happenings of Ossus were as normal; the ODF kept an ever vigil eye on the system, people worked, children played, day and night. It felt good to know that the rumblings of galactic events seemed distant, and muted by the familiar things, however small, pertaining to home.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 19:02:57 GMT -8
*From the depths the depths of a hyperspace a VCX-700 heavy courier disengaged its hyper drive and returned to real space above the planet of Ossus. The pilot slowed the freighter and pulled it off its original course to take up orbit above the planet. Activating the ships transceiver, the pilot sent automated flight plans and the ships name, the Forseti, to Ossus ground control. The data contained a full list of the ships cargo of various manufactured goods coming from the core worlds. Uncounted for on the list was one particular piece of cargo kept in a separate part of the hold. Inside a stasis tank floated a human female, her hair floated about her like a halo as bubbles drifted to the top of the tank every time she exhaled. Her eyes remained closed, her mind drifted as freely as her body did, completely unaware of what was happening.*
*The pilot of the Forseti fired up the engines and descended towards the planet below.*
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2013 15:11:29 GMT -8
*A vessel marked as a Jedi exploration long range transport craft blasted free of Ossus' orbit and banked off to port, in moments the craft was free from the tug of the gravitational well created by the planet and with a flash of light the vessel had jumped to light speed.*
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Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on Jun 28, 2013 14:47:55 GMT -8
As training continues, across every branch of the military, Jaecyn takes a break from overseeing ship and flight operations. He heads down to the Library for some studying he's been meaning to get to for sometime. Hopefully, he thought, much will be accomplished.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 9:09:18 GMT -8
*An unmarked vessel not dissimilar in design to an escape pod blasts free of Ossus gravitational field, the vessel along with its single condemned occupant blasts through space and then in a blink is gone as the craft makes its first jump to light speed.*
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jul 26, 2013 4:31:42 GMT -8
Violence hangs heavy on the Galaxy as the Mandalorian War Machine spreads its destructive influence throughout the Outer Rim. With the Jedi Praxeum of Yavin IV under siege, the Mandalorians have struck a damaging blow to both Jedi morale and their ability to act.
On the Jedi Library world of Ossus, Jedi Master DEVLIN DEWE works with the native Ysanna and the resident Jedi to prepare for further conflict, ever aware that the fighting may soon spread beyond Yavin.
Seeking to deal another crushing blow to the Jedi, Mandalorian commander CORR VHETT, under the mandate of Mand'alor ASHRAH INTALBO, has amassed a huge fleet over Dathomir, strong arming the Dathomiri witches into doing their bidding, and preparing to expand their campaign. Their sights are set on Ossus itself, their goal, to erase the great Jedi Library from the history books once and for all.... =================== In a swirl of pseudo-motion, a tiny, single man craft - an X-Wing, XJ3, with sweeps of purple upon it's fuselage and wings - appeared over Ossus. The little starfighter had a weathered look about it, as if it had seen a great many journeys and a great many battles. And perhaps it had - the model was twenty five years old, after all. With a little burst of crimson energy from it's four fusial thrust engines, it slipped from its hyperdrive egress point and begun a long, direct arc towards the Praxeum on the surface.
In the cockpit, the man shook off the effects of the meditation he had used to pass the time of his hyperspace journey. The meditative state fell away, his senses snapping back into place with the alertness and readiness he expected of them, as his hands worked the controls of his starfighter. He looked around him, taking in the starscape, the moons of Ossus, the curve of the planet beneath his starfighter, the patterns of the world's continents, oceans, and the swirling clouds in its atmosphere. He wished he could stand, leap from this seated point and stretch his legs, but he would have to wait, wait until he was on the surface.
Now that he was awake and in motion again, he became aware of the dryness of his lips. He'd been in hyperspace for hours since his last jump point, and hadn't thought to take a drink at his last stop. So he was a little thirsty. Fair enough. He reached into the cubby beside his seat, and drew out his comm headset, slipping it on with one hand as the other maintained a purposeful grip on his flight stick. With a brush of his hand across the comm controls, he opened a channel to the control centre below.
=Boron Shar=
Ossus control, this is Jedi Knight Boron Shar, incoming from the Temple on Coruscant. Requesting permission to land at the Praxeum. Over.
He stood a little over average height. Human, from Corulag originally. His skin was lightly tanned, and he had dark hair which sat messily upon his head, thick stubble on his chin, and green eyes that some had said were alluring. At fifty one, he was weathered by the rigors of age and action, with creases and lines marking his face, though his body was still fit and muscular, as a Jedi Guardians should be. His shoulders were a little stiff today, but that, he favoured, was down to fitting them into a standard and unadjusted flight seat. He did have noticeably broad shoulders, and they were feeling a little cramped. He ought to spend a little time figuring the blasted thing out, and adjust it so that he fit better, but he wasn't much good with the mechanics of a starfighter - he knew how to fly one to a reasonable standard, and that would do him. He was much better at things pertaining to flesh and blood.
He was, as already apparent, Boron Shar. He'd been a Jedi Knight since a few years before the start of the Yuuzhan Vong invasion, trained on Yavin, based out of Coruscant's Jedi Temple; but, for at least the past minute and a half, and for the immediate future, the Ossus Praxeum was where he was planning to spend his time. It was fair to say that he didn't know Ossus all that well - he'd only visited it twice before, both long ago. The last time had been to visit the Great Library, though why he had been there, he couldn't remember in the slightest. Something to do with fighting some dark side abomination that had been woken up from the sands of the Mon Calamari ocean floor or something. But with everything going on in this area of space - in particular, the siege of Yavin IV, the Mandalorians beating on the Praxeum like a punching bag in a fighting dojo - he had wanted to be here, ready to spring into action. Ossus was close to Yavin, and to a number of other worlds, like Mon Calamari, Honoghr, and Felucia, all of which were important to the Republic or the Jedi and, therefore, possible targets for the Mandalorian war machine. If the bucket-headed wanted a fight, he'd give it to them.
Worry wasn't in his nature. He was a pragmatic man, and he dealt with things as they arose. He'd help the other Jedi, he'd protect anyone the Mandalorians tried to hurt, and he'd try and make the Mandalorians see sense if he could. They had to realise, in their guts, that this would only lead to massive losses for them - it baffled him why they started this... whatever it was... in the first place. Were they insane?
Rolling his fighter up onto one wing, he left those thoughts behind. Right now, he just wanted to get down to the Praxeum, and find something good to drink. |
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on Jul 26, 2013 8:57:37 GMT -8
In a swirl of pseudo-motion, a tiny, single man craft - an X-Wing, XJ3, with sweeps of purple upon it's fuselage and wings - appeared over Ossus. The little starfighter had a weathered look about it, as if it had seen a great many journeys and a great many battles. And perhaps it had - the model was twenty five years old, after all. With a little burst of crimson energy from it's four fusial thrust engines, it slipped from its hyperdrive egress point and begun a long, direct arc towards the Praxeum on the surface.
In the cockpit, the man shook off the effects of the meditation he had used to pass the time of his hyperspace journey. The meditative state fell away, his senses snapping back into place with the alertness and readiness he expected of them, as his hands worked the controls of his starfighter. He looked around him, taking in the starscape, the moons of Ossus, the curve of the planet beneath his starfighter, the patterns of the world's continents, oceans, and the swirling clouds in its atmosphere. He wished he could stand, leap from this seated point and stretch his legs, but he would have to wait, wait until he was on the surface.
Now that he was awake and in motion again, he became aware of the dryness of his lips. He'd been in hyperspace for hours since his last jump point, and hadn't thought to take a drink at his last stop. So he was a little thirsty. Fair enough. He reached into the cubby beside his seat, and drew out his comm headset, slipping it on with one hand as the other maintained a purposeful grip on his flight stick. With a brush of his hand across the comm controls, he opened a channel to the control centre below.
=Boron Shar=
Ossus control, this is Jedi Knight Boron Shar, incoming from the Temple on Coruscant. Requesting permission to land at the Praxeum. Over.
He stood a little over average height. Human, from Corulag originally. His skin was lightly tanned, and he had dark hair which sat messily upon his head, thick stubble on his chin, and green eyes that some had said were alluring. At fifty one, he was weathered by the rigors of age and action, with creases and lines marking his face, though his body was still fit and muscular, as a Jedi Guardians should be. His shoulders were a little stiff today, but that, he favoured, was down to fitting them into a standard and unadjusted flight seat. He did have noticeably broad shoulders, and they were feeling a little cramped. He ought to spend a little time figuring the blasted thing out, and adjust it so that he fit better, but he wasn't much good with the mechanics of a starfighter - he knew how to fly one to a reasonable standard, and that would do him. He was much better at things pertaining to flesh and blood.
He was, as already apparent, Boron Shar. He'd been a Jedi Knight since a few years before the start of the Yuuzhan Vong invasion, trained on Yavin, based out of Coruscant's Jedi Temple; but, for at least the past minute and a half, and for the immediate future, the Ossus Praxeum was where he was planning to spend his time. It was fair to say that he didn't know Ossus all that well - he'd only visited it twice before, both long ago. The last time had been to visit the Great Library, though why he had been there, he couldn't remember in the slightest. Something to do with fighting some dark side abomination that had been woken up from the sands of the Mon Calamari ocean floor or something. But with everything going on in this area of space - in particular, the siege of Yavin IV, the Mandalorians beating on the Praxeum like a punching bag in a fighting dojo - he had wanted to be here, ready to spring into action. Ossus was close to Yavin, and to a number of other worlds, like Mon Calamari, Honoghr, and Felucia, all of which were important to the Republic or the Jedi and, therefore, possible targets for the Mandalorian war machine. If the bucket-headed wanted a fight, he'd give it to them.
Worry wasn't in his nature. He was a pragmatic man, and he dealt with things as they arose. He'd help the other Jedi, he'd protect anyone the Mandalorians tried to hurt, and he'd try and make the Mandalorians see sense if he could. They had to realise, in their guts, that this would only lead to massive losses for them - it baffled him why they started this... whatever it was... in the first place. Were they insane?
Rolling his fighter up onto one wing, he left those thoughts behind. Right now, he just wanted to get down to the Praxeum, and find something good to drink.
The direction and comms frequency were transmitted to the approaching fighter, encrypted, as was standard. As was it that they'd be seeing him all the way down to the ground. Other than Shar, traffic was of the normal sort; foreign tradesmen and artisans, scholars, local in-system flights, ODF military, etc. |
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Post by Delmani Altic on Aug 10, 2013 20:30:34 GMT -8
Gee-Cee-Zero-Two, we have arrived. We'll be dropping into the planet's atmosphere shortly.
Roger. Team, stand by. We're almost there. Report status.
Slag, ready.
Tag, ready.
Gaunt, prepped.
Soviet, ready.
Hoover, standing by.
Confirmed. High altitude drop in two minutes.
Roger.
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Ossus
0100 HOURS by Ossus Orbital Period Delmani Altic stood within the troop bay of the LA-AT/s, a vehicle outfitted with the best cloaking and stealth equipment money could buy. The vessel's black paint job was designed to absorb standard sensor waves, as well as light, which would render it nearly invisible to any opposing forces in orbit around Ossus. The Jedi wouldn't see them coming, which was the plan.
The gunship was also outfitted with a stygium cloaking system, allowing it to pass unnoticed even under the most concentrated sensor sweeps. Though considering that word of the Mandalorian attack at Yavin 4 hadn't spread outside the Yavin system, Delmani doubted the Jedi of Ossus were on any sort of heightened alert. Still, better safe than sorry.
GALSAF's Lord Commander, former Jedi Ander Tagira, had ordered Delmani and several of the other Black Operations Commandos to make for Ossus two days prior to the attack on Yavin 4. Delmani and the five other commandos had dispatched themselves immediately, making for Ossus just as the Mandalorian fleet had begun gathering on the far side of Yavin Prime.
Their mission was to secure the Ossus Praxeum, which remained relatively undefended at the moment. The facilities contained plenty of students and teachers, though had been a focus of peace for some time, and thus defenses remained light.
Delmani had been ordered to recon the areas surrounding the Praxeum, gather intelligence on their defenses, and take the Praxeum if possible. Their rules of engagement had been rather clear as well: No Jedi were to be killed if possible.
The order had confused some of Delmani's Black Operators. Most of them were Mandalorian-raised, and their dislike of the Jedi was easy to understand. Delmani himself had been raised a clone commando of the Old Republic, and though his resentment of the Jedi had dug itself deep over the 80 years of his life, he'd never truly hated them. Delmani hated the Jedi as a man hates a rabid kath hound; he realizes the wasted potential of the animal, but likewise the fact that it must be put down.
A great gift, the power of the Force was. A shame it had been horribly squandered for over the millennia.Gee-Cee-Zero-Two, we have reached drop altitude. Came the pilot's voice over Delmani's helmet comms.Right. C'mon lads, prep for drop.Together, the six commandos stood, securing their weapons to their chests and locking the fasteners for their kits to their shoulders. Each one of them reached up and gripped the stabilizer bar overhead, turning to face the gullwing doors of the gunship's troop compartment, three on one side, three on the other.Vessel position is stable. The pilot reported.Copy. Prep doors.The gunship's side doors slid open, an influx of turbulence rushing in to greet them. Had their helmets not been sealed, they would have heard it, rather than just feel it beat against their armored bodies. The sky was black, the ground below invisible. Twilight had fallen over the Jedi of Ossus.And if we succeed, it might fall on all the Force Users of the galaxy. Delmani thought to himself.Steady…steady…drop.In unison, the six commandos simply stepped out of the gunship's bay, falling like stones from a mountaintop. Wind rushed to greet them, though they did not feel or hear it. The seals of their body suits and helmets saw to that. They did not feel the cold, biting air, now hear the thunderous roar of the wind around them. They felt nothing. Heard nothing. Nothing but their own mission parameters running like a broken record through their minds.
Insertion.
Regroup.
Recon.
Assault.
Secure.
Seconds passed. Seconds that seemed to be hours, days, lifetimes.
They cut as knives into a man's flesh, burying themselves in the gut of the world. Dark, black voids they were, falling towards the surface of the earth like children rushing to their mother's warm embrace. Everything they mission they would conduct, every cause they would serve, every task they would complete, here, on Ossus, would feel as natural to them as breathing. These commandos were born of six different worlds, six different cultures, six different lives before their designations as Black Operators.
Their diversity was their strength.
Their training was their weapon.Prep chutes.The sky turned grey as the commandos cut through clouds. Moisture and vapor surrounded them, embracing them like an old friend, water beading on the plates of their armor and crystalizing there before melting again as they broke through the clouds and once more into the sky. The planet was visible once more, and they were speeding towards it at immense speed.Five-thousand meters.Hills. Mountains. Forests. Cities. Spaceports. The commandos could see them all. The Praxeum itself, off in the distance, hundreds of kilometers away. Their destination. Their target.Four-thousand meters.Ships. Trees. Rivers. Valleys. The landscape lay bare to them from the sky, unknowable from the ground. Three-thousand meters.Villages. Homes. Roads. The sky was unknowable to them from it; it was all they could see from the surface.Two-thousand meters.Insertion.
Regroup.
Recon.
Assault.
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Post by Clark Quantrill on Aug 12, 2013 21:34:23 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 13:57:40 GMT -8
Day thirty two, this was it, the big day itself that would lift the Antarian Rangers from the decadent dusty remains of history texts back into the real living universe and never had the time to reemerge been of more importance than now. Katarr saw the spear shaped stars that sped past the viewport as the on rush of this destiny a destiny to which he had been reconstructing the Rangers, yet somehow events had a nasty way of getting in the path of a man's vision. A dangerous threat that promised the end of the Jedi and that the Antarian Rangers of old would not have stood for, they be duty and honor bound to assist and aid the noble Knights of Ashla to their dying breath and in this image the Antarian Rangers would hold.
He waggled and clenched the fingers of his gloved right hand as he pondered the action and choices he had made; he had to believe that despite not wishing to reveal the presence of the Rangers until they numbered hundreds he believed that the small band of quite possibly unlikely heroes were ready to face the threat the Mandalorians posed and now their first duty was to aid the Jedi and one particular world stood out above all the others. Ossus, a homeworld of significant importance but one that some may argue had fallen under the shadow of neglect, the Jedi had moved away from Ossus and yet it was still a planet of huge importance and the gathered research from various sources combined with the coverage provided by many media channels it seemed that Ossus was a likely target. A bluff; perhaps, but it was not a chance Lance Katarr was willing to take.
The rapid beeping pulled him out of his inner thoughts and he turned and cast his dark eyes upon the young Human seated at the controls, Wesley Raymor, a relatively new face in the slowly growing ranks, yet his ten years with the Rangers had shown Wes had skill, poise and depth, he was a pretty versatile fellow and quick to think on his feet. A simple nod was the only communication Wes needed from the Ranger General.
"Coming out of hyperspace in, five, four, three, two, now."
The swathe of white stars blazed upon the eerie blue iridescent backdrop that hyperspace took on fell away and a small distant roughly ball sized shape was there floating dead ahead and as seen through the viewport as relative to the size of a beach ball. They were here, Ossus.
"We clear."
Wes nodded in response and gave an affirmative, used to the routine he had already scanned for danger and continued to do so as he guided the Kazelis class light freighter toward the hanging orb, the thumb of his right hand found an orange button to open up a frequency channel.::Shooting Arrow to Ossus Control, vector three, five, zero, eight we are on route to daylight side and should be on your screens please respond::
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Aug 16, 2013 8:38:42 GMT -8
A female voice replied over the commchannel.
Shooting Arrow, this is Ossus Command. You're clear to land. Sending vectors and coordinates, now. Welcome to Ossus and enjoy your stay.
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Post by Hileo Bui'tsad on Aug 18, 2013 19:32:38 GMT -8
A modified Mandalmotors-made Pursuer-class patrol enforcement comes wizzing out of hyperspace calculating it's quick emergence from hyperspace close to Ossus' darkside orbit and begins it's quick descent into the planet's atmoshphere to meet up with a small contract team from GALSAF.
The team from clan Son'tir have been sent by the Mand'alor himself as forward reconnaissance team to scout the next location to be cleansed of the jetii and their dirty mysticism.
The patrol boat was modified with stronger hyperspeed engines to withstand such an abrupt reemergence into real space, and reinforce beskar plating to burn into orbit without too many complications no matter what the angle of approach. The patrol boat makes it's descent and quick rendezvous.
It might have been a tactically unsound idea to bring a clearly Mandalorian made shuttle to the planet for recon, but the quick reemergence and fiery descent just maybe make the sensors believe it is simply malfunctioning, if at all. Just maybe . . .
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Post by Ja'Sean Tabr Raddekh on Sept 10, 2013 15:17:04 GMT -8
The Ibecyn Hearka battlegroup, one of the groups tasked with orbital defense, had detected the Mandalorian shuttle as it made for the dark side of the planet. The shuttle had made atmo before anyone could ping it and find out intentions. Following some communications between some of the ships officers, a communique was sent to the ATC centers on the planet concerning an unauthorized entry.
"UE's" were known to happen every now and again. The same thing happened with each, usually. Fighter flyovers, and detaining of the crews, themselves insisting that they didn't know, or that their comms were down, but that usually didn't sell well among the home station pilots, or anyone else. Usually it was in conjunction with illicit business practices, which usually came with being a trade-spine world.
This would be treated just the same. Depending on how the crew acted, when found, it would involve time in the stockades if they were behaved, and the ship would be impounded. What would happen would depend on what happened when they were found.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Oct 25, 2013 0:05:57 GMT -8
The void of space shimmered for a moment before a Sentinel-class shuttle lurched into real space. The craft billowed smoke into the emptiness of space, its hull a smattering of carbon-scoring. what marking were left on its exterior showed it was a Republic ship. It seemed to be in trouble, and heading towards the planet at breakneck speed.
-Within the shuttle-
Orbital defenses have picked us up. Scanning in progress. Said one of the pilot droids to the robed figure pacing back and forth in the cockpit.
"Good. Make sure that you put me through to them as soon as we are hailed." Came the soft youthful voice from behind the droid. "This has to be approached like defusing a thermal detonator. Make sure to be cordial yet erratic. We just out ran a Mandalorian blockade... and make sure that all weapon systems are still hot. I don't want them to think this is a bluff, or a scouting party."
There was an acknowledgement chime from the droid, as it went back to the consul and began to scan through schematics for the shuttle. In a moments time it turned back to face the pacing figure. Systems are nominal. Republic and Jedi encryption are being sent in standard mayday intervals. Still venting gasses into space... If they continue scanning the craft, it will seem that we have truly come under fire, My Lord.
The figure stopped pacing, turning to face the droid. "Don't refer to me as Lord!" The young man snapped. "This must be foolproof. Is that understood J4?" The man's eyebrow raised slightly, as he looked quizzically towards the featureless face-plate of the droid before him.
The droid chimed once, and the young man gave it a nod, before continuing to pace again. "Continue our descent... Time is of the essence."
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Oct 25, 2013 6:00:15 GMT -8
A female voice spoke over the comm.
Unidentified Republic Shuttle, this is Ossus Command. Are you in need of assistance?
The scans indicated some scoring on the hull and only one life sign.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Oct 25, 2013 13:37:28 GMT -8
Incoming hail. Blurted J4.
"Excellent." Answered the robed figure as he stopped pacing and took a seat in the command throne several feet behind him. He gave himself one more look over in the shiny reflection of the blank data-scene before him. "Put it through." The young man finally said with a grin.
The droid chimed an acknowledgement.
"This is Jedi Knight Dante Calibar, of the Republic shuttle "Areolyte" requesting permission to the Praxeum, and more importantly to the Great Library. We took fire escaping the Mandalorian blockade over Yavin. There were others in our convoy... but, we're all that remains. We were ordered off Yavin; as part of the evacuation, but needed a safe harbor. So, I ordered the ship to emergency jump here, in the hopes to save as much of the library as possible. Force willing we'll get away from this world before the Mando's hammer falls here too." The man said in a quivering voice. "Please... We need to save everyone and everything that the Order still stands for..."
He smiled, the inflection of his voice no doubt conveying the severity of the situation.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Oct 25, 2013 15:33:31 GMT -8
The woman from Ossus Command responded to the hail.
We're sending the coordinates, now. We'll be certain to have a medical team standing by for your arrival. If you land in the hangar, the Praxeum's mechanical crew will facilitate any repairs the Areolyte requires. I'll alert Master Dewe of your arrival. I'm certain you're anxious to meet with him and discuss the situation on Yavin.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Oct 25, 2013 21:07:32 GMT -8
Dante's eyes darted to the pilot droid, as it chimed an acknowledgement to receiving the coordinates and landing vector from orbital Control.
"Coordinates received, Control... We're coming in." He began, as the shuttle shifted and started its reentry protocol. "As for the medics, save them. I'm not badly hurt. plus, I'm the only biological on board..." Dante made sure to keep the pause for dramatic effect. "I was the spearhead of the convoy, seeing as I had a shuttle with the most firepower... all the good that did." He let out a sigh before continuing. "All I have are service droids and astromechs...None of which are displayed as damaged on my screen here. They'll be helping me with the Library... and they've already assessed the damage to the ship, so, keep your crew prepped for your own needs... Though, know, I do appreciate it. But us Jedi, are a hearty bunch."
At the mentioning of meeting a Master Jedi, Dante's face soured. It took a moment of thought to reply. "Yes... Let Master Dewe know that I look forward to meeting with him after I've completed my task. The siege hadn't started yet on Yavin, not when we left at least. I think we'll have time to speak of what I know after I tend to my sworn duties... right?" Dante hoped that his influence could reach the Comms-Officer, and make her unknowingly wax over that he didn't really know what was happening on Yavin, and that Master Dewe could wait... His duty was the priority.
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Post by Devlin Dewe on Oct 26, 2013 15:53:53 GMT -8
Maybe his influence reached her, maybe she just wanted to believe him. The Mandalorian seige of Yavin had everyone on edge. Perhaps there was something within the Great Jedi Library that could stem the tide and turn the Mandalorians away from their crusade. And, if this Jedi found it and returned with it to Yavin, that just might spare Ossus.
Very well, sir. If you think it can wait...your duty must come first. Master Dewe will understand. Welcome to Ossus and have a pleasant stay.
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