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Post by Voo Jib-Jib Shool on Oct 5, 2024 10:55:22 GMT -8
The Gungan followed them without complaint. He was grateful that they had been so understanding of his situation. Any frustration he had stemmed from a strong suspicion he had that his droid was specifically trying to get him involved in Jedi affairs, which was such an odd fixation for a droid to have, as far as Voo was concerned. It did not make sense to him. But that did not matter much for the time being. Right now, he needed to find a way to get off of Ossus, and this High Lord seemed to be crucial to this goal. When they finally reached the High Lord, it could be seen that he was talking to others. So Voo patiently waited for the High Lord to become available to speak, not wanting to interrupt.
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Katja Eve
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Post by Katja Eve on Oct 10, 2024 18:33:08 GMT -8
I am a leaf on the wind. I am a drop in the pond. I am the frog on a log. His jaw made a clicking sound as his teeth clenched tightly. I am the moss on the bark. I am the egg in the nest. I am... His nostrils began to flare as he sucked in a big breath and started to get red in the face. ...going to strangle this High Lord in front of his own Jedi! Steam blew from the fuming General's ears as he took a menacing step towards Lucien, looking very much like an angry bear in the woods. The only thing that stopped him was Katja's strong arm holding him back, otherwise he might have done something very un-Jedi but also very much in keeping with the less law abiding Rebel behaviour he had come to embody in recent months.This was part of the large difference between the two leaders of Lightside oriented factions. Lucien had a defined duty to the people of Ossus that superseded any responsibility he might have had towards the greater galaxy. He had fought his war and come out the other side of it a wounded man, perhaps not physically, but of the spirit. Whereas Endor was in the trenches of his own war, one against an idea, rather than a person or people. There could be no peace until the rights and freedoms of every sentient being in the galaxy were protected, and he wasn't the sort to take no for an answer.Katja's words softened the ire swelling in the General's breast, and as he turned his locked jaw towards her, he deflated by the time she had finished speaking. Right. They were here to help Mon Cala, first and foremost. Endor allowed himself to be led away by his cordial companion, guided by the elbow back towards the gunship, but even the Captain's manhandling couldn't completely prevent the hot headed ace from saying something unnecessarily cruel."Take all the time you need, Lucien!" He shouted over his shoulder, his voice growling in his throat like a rabid ewok. "At least Ossus is safe! Right!?" A vein bulging on the bushy bearded druid's head looked to be on the point of bursting, but the further Katja led him away from the High Lord, the more that fury ebbed, leaving the Rebel leader feeling somewhat embarrassed. Once they were out of earshot he reached a hand up behind his head and ran his callused fingers through his mangey mop of hair."That went pretty well." He said incincerely with a sheepish smile. "Don't you think?" |
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Endor
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Post by Endor on Oct 11, 2024 5:42:56 GMT -8
Katja's words cut Endor like the sharp edge of a vibro-blade, causing him to lower his gaze, staring at the ground in shame at his outburst. There was absolutely no denying she was right. The General had let his emotions get the better of him and his outburst may have cost them a few diplomacy points. Luckily they were dealing with Jedi who tended not to take things personally, but even so, this was his screw up. Wincing as the Captain swatted his forehead, the former woodsman found himself on the backfoot again when Katja pulled him in for a bear hug, which fortunately helped break up some of the tension. As the embrace ended after a few seconds and they stood there in front of one another, the rowdy Rebel finally spoke up, his tone apologetic. "I know." He said, offering the typical Corellian platitude, before adding something extra. "I'm sorry too. I know you're right, it's just...all these polite society rules make me want to pull my hair out. When the Hanging Moss Village's grain supply was stolen by those dastardly duloks, the ewoks of Bright Tree Village didn't hold a debate about whether we could help. We showed up at their village with fresh supplies and we helped them steal back their grain stores. We didn't stop and say, well, we can only help as long as Bright Tree Village is safe first." He shook his head, ruffling his beard against his chin. "We did it because it was the right thing to do, despite all the ewoks of Hanging Moss Village being a bunch of jerks."
Feeling the tightness in his jaw return, Endor let out a hot breath and mentally recited his druids mantra, trying to dispel his mounting frustration. He was a man of action. All this talking made his head hurt. It was at this time that they noticed a ruffle of leaves and branches in the nearby brush, when all of a sudden the horn headed snowok Redclaw emerged from the surrounding woods, holding up a string of dead birds and small mammals it had clearly caught. The chalk white furred bear alien looked rather pleased with himself as he swaggered over to the group.
"Well, at least one of us seems to have met with some success." He smacked his lips as he inspected the collection of deceased forest critters. "With some tatos and tubers these will make a fine stew for lunch." Endor looked around, then scratched his head thoughtfully. "Though I wish we had a stormtrooper helmet to serve it in. The flavour is not quite right otherwise." Already thinking ahead of the General, the furry forest scout pulled up a knightly looking metallic helm from behind his back, one that definitely belonged to no stormtrooper. Endor's face scrunched and his eyes squinted at the mysterious helmet. "Yeah, that should do the trick. Where did you find it?" To which Redclaw replied... "Tawonga." ...as he pointed towards the collection of Jedi Lords and their attendants currently going about their business excavating the former Jedi yoga studio (meditation retreated, same thing). Ah, that might be a cause for further diplomatic incidents. Endor laughed nervously, then wrapped an arm around Katja's shoulders as he began to maneuver the Captain and her crew back towards the gunship that would return them to the where the Halcyon was parked.
"We should probably get going before someone misses that." He said with a look over his shoulder, then focused his attention on the job at hand. "Besides, we got Jedi to recruit. I might have messed up our chances with Lucien, but surely the other Jedi Lords won't be as hard to convince. Whose on our list first?"
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Katja Eve
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Post by Katja Eve on Oct 28, 2024 23:17:41 GMT -8
Whilst she wished she could have disagreed and argued with Endor, he was right: They needed people of action not of talking. However, the galaxy was a big place and filled with a lot more people than the Ewok clans of Hanging Moss Village and Bright Tree Village could have ever imagined. On such a small scale, their problems were much more simplified. But on the scale they were now working, life could not be more complicated. She was no fan of it, but she understood it
A few hundred Ewoks is a little different to a few billion people Endor... Try to remember that.
Katja then watched as Redclaw emerged from the bushes, having hunted far and wide before coming back with meat and a helmet from one of the Jedi Lords that was busy helping excavate the Meditation Retreat. She breathed in deeply and let out a deep sigh before Endor turned her around and kept guiding her toward the shuttle
Force grant me patience, cause if you grant me strength I'm liable to strangle him...
She muttered the little mantra just below hearing, though given everyone within her company was a Force User they were undoubtedly able to hear her with ease. She then pulled up the datapad and opened the file the Jedi Lords had supplied them regarding who was who and their domains
It would seem our first stop is Countess Lyrica Starlight of Midhrúen. I believe we will find her there within her seat of power. Let's get a move on, we've got a few people such people to make visits to...
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Endor
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Post by Endor on Oct 29, 2024 10:17:09 GMT -8
"Countess of...what did you call it? Mith-roo-an?" Replied a confused Endor, scratching his head. "Sounds fancy." He then paused, raised his right arm up over his shoulder, and took a quick sniff of his arm pit. His smile soured as he got an unpleasant whiff of himself. "I better put on my nice shirt." Before long, Endor, Katja and the rest of the team returned to the Halcyon and took off to their next location, which happened to be a place called Midhrúen, which Katja repeated roughly fifty more times until the General started pronouncing it correctly.Our intrepid rebels journey to the Land of Fairies continues here.
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Lucien Malvern
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Post by Lucien Malvern on Oct 29, 2024 10:38:37 GMT -8
The Gungan followed them without complaint. He was grateful that they had been so understanding of his situation. Any frustration he had stemmed from a strong suspicion he had that his droid was specifically trying to get him involved in Jedi affairs, which was such an odd fixation for a droid to have, as far as Voo was concerned. It did not make sense to him. But that did not matter much for the time being. Right now, he needed to find a way to get off of Ossus, and this High Lord seemed to be crucial to this goal. When they finally reached the High Lord, it could be seen that he was talking to others. So Voo patiently waited for the High Lord to become available to speak, not wanting to interrupt. =Commander= High Lord Malvern, we found these two on one of our patrols. Seems the Gungan's vessel crashed some klicks away. A service crew has been dispatched to examine the vessel and ensure it is fixed. However...He indicates the two with them.=Commander= The astromech here has revealed that our Gungan visitor might be a Jedi.Lucien now looks at the two before moving forward to give the visitors his undivided attention.Welcome to Ossus, visitors. I hope you are both in good health considering the crash you experienced. What brings you to the Outer Rim though? |
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