Endor
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Post by Endor on Nov 25, 2023 18:10:50 GMT -8
The hangar of the NRA Resurgent-class Battlecruiser, Home Two. Here one should expect to see an eclectic mix of snubfighters, shuttles, and freighters from across the galaxy. A common meeting location for the Rebellion's brash daredevil starfighter pilots and their squadrons. One is usually likely to find Alliance mechanics working on ships in their engine grease stained coveralls.
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Post by Endor on Dec 2, 2023 12:05:14 GMT -8
Burning blue ion engines gave way to the whine of repulsors as a bark brown modified T-65 X-wing with a forest green racing stripe running down the middle of the fuselage passed through the hangar energy barrier. Landing gear extended from the snubfighters tribal marked exterior and touched down on the deck as the ship came in to land, engines quickly cooling down as the black domed astromech sticking out of the top ran through the shutdown procedure. The cockpit canopy flipped open, allowing a burly chested human with a bushy brown beard streaked with grey and greasy mop of hair to climb out of the ship and drop to the deck. Over a skintight black body glove, the General was wearing a scuffed pair of black spacers boots, blue pants, and a brown reek leather flight jacket with the rebel starbird sewn into the shoulders. Even with the physique of a professional shockball player he was bound to look small next to a wookiee, but he didn't let any preconceived expectations affect his confident demeanor. Endor crossed his arms and leaned against the nose of his X-wing as he waited for the Admiral with remarkably creative expletives rarely heard outside the mouth of a Mon Calamari sailor.
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Post by Keshkarrak on Dec 2, 2023 12:55:41 GMT -8
*The 6 E-7 E-wings of Warhawk Squadron escorted the General's X-wing into the main hangar of the Redemption, landing their craft alongside and behind the older fighter as an honor guard, but also in a position that they could destroy the ship if necessary. Only one of the Warhawks opened exited their craft, a human male in the green flightsuit of a Corellian Pilot who moved to join the two officers that had just entered the hangar. The two officers in question were an odd pair, the first was a Black furred Wookiee who's only semblance of a uniform was the insignia of a Coalition Rear-Admiral hung on the right side of his crossed equipment bandoliers, and the other was an Albino Mon Calamari with a pristine Coalition Captain's uniform. The Wookiee rested his left hand on the polished wooden handle of the RyyK blade hanging on his left hip as he observed the visitor as the pilot joined his small group of officers. Wasting no more time Kesh made his way over to where the General was leaning up against his fighter and barked out his greetings, which were off course cleaned up and translated by the wooden droid head hanging from the hip opposite his weapon.* ::General Endor, welcome to the Redemption.:: *He gestured around the battle scarred hangar bay before gesturing first to the Mon Calamari officer and then the Human Pilot.* ::This is Captain Eccbar, captain of this fine ship... *Though the Admiral had actually called it a "barely flying scrapyard".* and Major Avem, commander of Warhawk Squadron.:: *Kesh studied the large human man for a few moments before continuing.* ::It would seem that we have a mutual enemy and it might make sense to see what we might be able to do to assist each other:: *Kesh made a mental note to have the politeness program turned back a bit on his translator. He'd called the First Order some very choice names that really deserved to be heard by everyone.*
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Post by Endor on Dec 11, 2023 7:17:18 GMT -8
There was a slight twitch at the corner of Endor's lips, before his cheeks spread far, stretching his bushy beard into a wide grin. Though his leafy green eyes were intense and exuded an unelicited degree of confidence, his aura was warm and had a passion for life. With his rustic upbringing and shamanistic roots, the former forest druid possessed a strong connection to the Living Force, more in tune with nature than the artificial environment he currently found himself in. One might think it strange for such a man to rely so heavily on a mechanical bird like his T-65, but the wind spoke to Endor in ways his snubfighters instruments didn't, complimenting his skills as a pilot. It was because of this reason that perhaps he felt more comfortable when confronted by another son of the forest, a forming growl sounding like grinding gravel low in his throat before it erupted from his mouth in the form of a hearty laugh, causing his cheeks and stomach to shake with uncontained glee.
Oh, wookiees and ewoks might have their fare share of differences, but they had one thing in common for certain other than being hairier than a Mandalorians nut-sack. They both liked trees, and anyone who liked trees was good people, so far as Endor was concerned.
"Woogaah. Huu hawaaaah hoooghhe waagh." Replied the General in guttural Shyriiwook, which translated to something like, "Aye, they are a bunch of plastoid wearing midgets". He switched back to basic as he chortled, pounding his chest and taking a step closer to the rear admiral, raising his head so he could stare the wookiee in his furry face, meeting the tall alien's eyes with his own leafy greens. "My nephew is half wookiee and had a hard time with ewokese as a child, so half the 'woks in my village learned Shyriiwook to make him feel more at home. It's also a big help with the ladies when you speak the same language, know what I mean?" There might be some odd confusion from those hearing the General speak. Those that knew him best understood that despite clearly being human, Endor considered himself an ewok. Depending on how sensitive Kesh's nose was, he might note that the Rebel smelled like one too. Well, mostly snowok, and a bit of tauntaun as well from all the time he spent in the saddle down at Echo Base.
"Sorry for the rude introduction." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, roughing up his greasy mane of hair. "Can't be too careful these days, and you're right, we do have a mutual enemy. I've had a few run-ins with those fascist First Order pricks. Nobody deserves a boot up the arse more than them, and I'm of mind to shove mine up there real deep. What say you, Keshie? Kesh? If you were looking for rebels, you found us." He offered the wookiee his hand. Being quite familiar with wookiee handshakes, he was already bracing his arm. "You wanna help us knock some Imperial teeth in? And it's just Endor. My father was a General. Well, no..." He scratched his beard thoughtfully with his other hand, looking up at the ceiling as he pondered aloud. "...he might actually have been a smuggler. Still not too sure about that. Either way, I'm not big on formalities."
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Post by Endor on Mar 24, 2024 5:09:47 GMT -8
Continued from here.After the events of Operation Kath Hound Following the rebels narrow escape from the First Order after rescuing political prisoners of war from the Empire's forced labour facility on Dantooine, Endor found himself in the medical bay of the Mossflower, the EF76 Nebulon-B escort frigate that had pulled them out of that mess. He rested his naked back on the patient bed, after his shirt had been removed so the nurses could see to dressing his myriad of minor wounds, mostly cuts and a few abrasions. Despite the severe bruising to his body, none of his ribs were broken, and more importantly he had already washed the blood of Imperial tyrants from his bushy beard. In between the healthcare staffs attention he doodled away on a pad of paper with a led stylus, scratching a rough drawing of a new snubfighter design that had popped into his head between the blows of stormtroopers down on Dantooine's surface. It was only an idea at the moment, but he already had a name for it. The Rebel Starbird, a next generation X-wing meant for dog-fighting, something to give the FO's TIE Whispers pause the next time he ran into them. Snorting, he hacked a bloody wad of phlegm into a bucket beside his stretched and sat up, peering across the medical bay towards where Vaughn was positioned, hovering over another medical bed holding the blonde woman he had recovered from the surface.With a pained groan, Endor swung his feet over the side of the stretcher and slid off, feeling a shiver slide up his spine when his bare soles touched the cold floor of the medical bay. Garbed in only a pair of tight shorts that hugged the Endorian woodsmen's posterior in all the right places, or so his nurse had commented, the rebel pilot helped himself to a styrofoam cup of stim-caf from the adjacent pantry and then stumbled his way over to Vaughn. If his heavy footsteps didn't announce his approach, then the slurp of boiled bean water past his smacking lips certainly did."Emrys." He acknowledged his fellow General in his usual casual way, before asking the question that had been on his mind since they'd made their escape. "Who is she?" Based on his tone, it wasn't an accusation, just plain curiosity. Of course, the Imperial officer's uniform she was wearing hadn't escaped his attention...or concern.
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Vaughan Emrys
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Post by Vaughan Emrys on Mar 24, 2024 14:22:23 GMT -8
His knock out blow had not been particularly strong and damaging, but Vaughan had asked the medical team to keep Alicia in a medically induced sleep. He had no idea how she would react to being captured, and if it was to fight, there were a lot of people here she could hurt with the Force. So for now she remained sleep, with Vaughan keeping vigil over her, even when he was napping he was still awake enough to keep watch. It was during one of these naps that he had woken up at the sound of the approaching boots of Endor. Although they'd not spent a tremendous amount of time together, he had quickly picked up on a few of Endors more defining traits. Then the question came that he had been expecting, anticipating, trying to prepare for. He checked Alicia over once more before turning his focus up to the Red Bearded Rebel A prisoner... But more importantly... My sister, I think. It's complicated. I thought she was dead, but this... I don't know. She looks like my sister, even had her old blade... But... He let out a sigh, trying to process everything even now. It would take a long time to get answers, assuming she knew them. Or he'd have to track down and capture Jafan and try get answers from him. But even then, could he really trust anything that Imperial said. But that didn't stop his mind from trying to speculate and work out what the most likely truth was I buried my sister several years ago, but did I really bury her? or was it some elaborate trap... a clone perhaps? or is she the clone... It's a lot to unpack, but until then I promise she won't be a problem.
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Post by Endor on Mar 25, 2024 21:20:26 GMT -8
"Eh." He grunted. "You don't have to worry about that. I have a bit more experience with clones and complicated families than your average ewok. Forget what your head tells you. What does your heart say?" He asked rhetorically as though the answer were simple, taking a moment to polish off his small styrofoam cup of stim-caf. "If she is a clone, is there enough of your sister in there that it even matters? However unlikely, maybe this is a blessing." His teeth clenched as he felt the reverberation of the Mossflower's engines through the deck as the modified frigate emerged from hyperspace amidst the Alliance fleet gathered near Hoth. Through a viewport of the medical bay wall both General's got a glimpse of the ramshackle Resurgent recently brought into the rebel fold, which they had renamed the 'Home Two'. Endor's chest seemed to puff up a little as he felt a swell of pride at the moving sight, but only for a moment. His jaw set as he looked at Vaughan and then his sister's doppelganger. "The more concerning question..." He squeezed his hand holding the disposable cup, crumbling it into styrofoam fragments in his palm. "...is why the Empire decided to clone your sister..." The General's lips spread wide into a savage grin. "...and what are we going to do about it?" Unclenching his fist, styrofoam bits fell from his hand like thrown confetti. "If the First Order is out there making copies of people, we need to find out why and shut it down for good."
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Post by Vaughan Emrys on Mar 28, 2024 7:03:03 GMT -8
It's what my heart says, that has me worried the most... There was a great deal of risk primarily to those around him, if he were to indulge too much in what his heart told him to do. It had hurt when she was missing, but it had almost completely broken him when they had brought back her body. He had been so close to losing it and going over the edge into the abyss. But he knew avenging her that way would have been an insult to her legacy and all that she had done. So he had relied on and trusted what his head told him. The truth would out, but now she wasn't sure what the truth was going to be and both conclusions had their own horrible consequences. He let out a sigh Only time will tell, if she is indeed a clone, just how much of Alicia is left in there... He moved away from her side for a moment to join Endor at the viewport window as the view changed from the blue white glow of hyperspace to the ice bound world of Hoth I suspect this is likely an isolated matter... But... I'm sure you can well appreciate the advantage this would have in espionage. Imagine cloning a rebel leader, but training and raising them to be loyal to the Empire and then setting them loose... They could gather your enemies together to make a single strike possible.... Regardless of the why of it all, they need to be stopped. Jafan Typho was the Imperial in charge of that prison, I know because I've seen his work before. He was the one that... His gaze moved from the view outside to studying his sisters sleeping form He's dangerous, but if we can track and find him, he can probably tell us more about the operation.
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Post by Endor on Mar 31, 2024 4:55:28 GMT -8
Endor nodded. "Tarfang and I have a few underworld contacts from our smuggling days. We'll ask around and see if anyone has got a lead on this Typho fella. What we could really use..." He placed his right hand on his hip and used his left to scratch the chin hidden away behind his beard. "...is access to a ISB terminal. Of course, you don't typically find those outside of an Imperial base." That sounded like another mission, another opportunity to crack a few fascist skulls. That brought a smile to his face. Reaching out to Vaughan, the General gave his fellow rebel a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "But that pot can simmer for a bit. We're lucky to have made it out of that last one alive. Take a few days to get yourself and your new lady friend settled." His grin became a less than pleased grimace as he realized what that might entail. Clone or real woman, if the blonde haired lady had been programmed by the First Order then she'd be a serious security risk. After his own episode with a rambunctious tusken granddaughter, one who had stabbed the former woodsman in this very same medical bay they were currently standing in, it felt a bit hypocritical to lecture his fellow rebel general on potential security issues. The sad reality was that until they knew more, the best place to quarter her might be a cell in the brig, but he'd leave it to Vaughan's best judgement.
"We did good today, Emrys. A lot of new rebel friends owe their freedom to our actions. When we're next ready to strike at the First Order, I'm sure more than a few of them will be looking to get a bit of payback." The rebel pilot growled, the corners of his lips lifting into a bearish grin, causing his exposed canines to catch and reflect the glint of the medical bay lights. He turned and strode to the entrance doors, stopping just shy of the portal, his broad shouldered body nearly as wide at the top as the frame. As he paused in place, Endor raised his right arm high into the air and clenched his hand into a tight fist. His bearded chin peered over his shoulder, staring back at Vaughan. "Fuck the Empire." He snarled with a fat smile, dropping the elbow of his raised arm so that he was flexing his powerful bicep. Endor winked. "I'll be at Maarva's enjoying a celebratory pint." Probably more than a few.
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Post by Vaughan Emrys on Apr 12, 2024 21:57:15 GMT -8
He'd been about to decline Endor's help, but managed to stop himself before he opened his mouth. He'd spent so much time amassing a fortune and forces to pursue his goals and targets alone, that it had become almost second nature to decline any help. But this was one fight he could not achieve victory in without aide. Besides, this was not some giant bureaucratic beast that needed to be tamed or misdirected. They were all rebels here, representing different groups and interests who shared a common goal: freedom. So long as what they were doing was in pursuit of that goal, there would be those willing to help Thank you Endor... The words were softly spoken, so it would be no surprise if the Red Bearded General missed it. If Vaughan was to be the elected leader of the Republic of Haven, then he was bound to find himself in these kinds of situations a lot more often. Perhaps eventually the discomfort would lessen and go away, but for now he powered through. He raised his fist into the air and repeated the mantra Fuck the Empire! He could understand the need and desire to celebrate this victory, because it was a victory. But today Endor would have to be the one to carry that flag Next time, my friend. Already a shuttle was slipping into the hangar bay and touching down from the Gungnir. The Medical team transferred Alicia to a mobile gurney and rushed her back to the shuttle, with Vaughan close in tow. With its cargo safely aboard, the shuttle took off back across the void to the Gungnir, which itself took off into hyperspace. There would be plenty of time later for the people of Haven to better acquaint themselves with their new Rebel allies. But for now, Vaughan did not wish to endanger them with Alicia's presence
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Post by Katja Eve on Jul 3, 2024 23:49:21 GMT -8
The morning after....
The morning quickly arrived with Katja getting up at 5am and making it the same time everyone else aboard the Halcyon also woke up, many nursing hangovers from the drinking and partying. Typically angering a Wookiee was never a wise move, but even Chekk respected Katja enough to know she had a half decent chance of beating him. He merely whined at her as she ushered them into the galley and got some breakfast into them
You're a grown ass Wookiee, quit your whining. I promise I'm not punishing you unnecessarily, Endor just has a job for us and is calling in the favour we owe him...
A small uproar went up from those assembled which Katja quickly cut short with a wave of her hand
Really? Children, the lot of you... You all know as well as I do that we owe him for the breakout. I love you all, but there was no way your five were going to have rescued me from that prison.
The grumble definitely subsided with that. Much as they hated to admit she was right, their plan had been one born of desperation and a lot of hope. They settled into their food again as Katja took her leave, satisfied with their surrender. She headed for the boarding ramp to await Endor's arrival along with what ever party he would be bringing with him
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Post by Endor on Jul 4, 2024 10:00:06 GMT -8
The General didn't leave her waiting long. At 0600, like clockwork, the inner hangar doors parted to admit the barrel chested former woodsman. Endor was dressed in his usual manner, blue plants and a plain white shirt, over which he wore his signature brown leather flight jacket with rebel starbird patches sewn into the shoulders. A packed rucksack was slung over his left shoulder, while his callused right hand was wrapped around a thermos of fresh caf. The pilot took a swig as he stepped into the hangar, joined on either side by considerably shorter companions. On his right was R6-66, the General's foul mouthed astromech droid, and on his left was Redclaw, an abominable snowok from Hoth. As the trio approached the ramp of the Halcyon, a seam split in his bushy beard, spreading into a fat grin.
"Morning, Katja." He greeted her, pausing long enough to take a sip of piping hot caf from his thermos. If last night's pints were taking a toll on the broad shouldered General, he certainly wasn't showing any signs of ill effect. Of course, as he stepped onto the ramp and came face to face with her, she might have gotten a whiff of the whiskey on his breath, which explained why he appeared none the worse for wear. What could he say? He preferred his coffee Corellian. Switching his thermos to his left hand, he jerked his right thumb over his shoulder, indicating his companions. "I hope you don't mind I brought along a couple of friends. You've already met R6, but the furry lad on my left is Redclaw, the best damn tracker in the galaxy." He leaned in, lowering his voice as he spoke into Katja's ear. "I can't imagine we'll require his skills, but I like having him around to watch my back. When you've been stabbed in it as much as I have, well, it never hurts to have someone covering your six. Ha."
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Post by Katja Eve on Jul 4, 2024 18:04:11 GMT -8
Katja was leaning with her back against the airlock door frame when Endor arrived on time with his two companions. It would be a lie to say she hadn't spent the better part of the last ten minutes mentally preparing and practicing what she was going to do. She pushed off the frame and gave a very casual two finger salute
Endor...
She moved to the middle of the top of the ramp as Endor introduced his companions. She did remember R6-66 from his brief entrance in Maarva's the night before. But Redclaw was new, both because she'd not met him at all and because she'd never seen his particular species before. She smiled and gave a nod as Endor explained his logic around having Redclaw with him
I'd be concerned if we need a tracker to track the Jedi Lords...
She stepped off to the side and motioned for the trio to continue onwards into the ship
This way to your quarters...
She moved to the front and lead the way through the air lock and through the main hallway of the right side pod
Welcome aboard the Halcyon, She's a Twin Pod Refit of the Wayfarer-class Medium Transport. Although they were typically meant for cargo pod swap out, we've kept the Halcyon in this configuration. We have two starfighters in this pod and another pair over in the far side....
They passed a pair of doors in the wall on the right side
Each pod has two cabins, one for each pilot. On the far side is a staging area before they can get into the hangar area...
She kept on leading the way through another air lock which lead into the ships main body itself. Everyone was still seated around the common table as they finished up their breakfast. Katja moved off to the side and motioned to each person
And this is the crew. That there is Allas, then my sister Haley, That's Elias, then we have Chekk, and finally Braden. Everyone, this is Endor and his companions R6 and Redclaw. They'll be our guests, so play nice...
For the most part the reception was greeted with a number of head nods and muted hellos. Allas, meanwhile, got up from her seat and moved over to Endor and gave a very formal bow
Thank you for everything you did in helping get Katja and those other prisoners freed!
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Post by Endor on Jul 8, 2024 7:18:48 GMT -8
Endor, who was anything but formal, grinned like a Gamorrean in front of a trough full of slop before stepping forwards and embraced Allas in a very informal bear hug as she rose out of her bow. They were huggers in this ewok's Rebellion. He released her just as soon as he had scooped her off her feet and stepped back to create enough distance between them to casually wave a dismissive hand. "Don't mention it. I'm just grateful we ran into you when we did, or chances are I would have lost a few more squadron mates to those TIE-Whispers." He then took hold of an empty chair at the table and spun it around before sitting backwards on the seat, resting his arms on the top of the back as he looked across the table at each new face. "Katja here tells me you all feel indebted to the NRA for helping free her, but as far as I am concerned we're square. However...we do need your help."
At one point in his life he might have been a space pirate, but the General had never made a habit of collecting debts. His actions had always been guided by a strong moral compass. He did what he did not to gain favours, but because it was the right thing to do. It was an exacting standard that he held other to as well, regardless of their own ethics.
"I'll spare you the specifics until we've reached the Jedi conclave on Ossus, as its an exceptionally dark tale that doesn't bear repeating, but suffice it to say this will be a blue milk run of a mission. All I need you to do is look heroic, as you already do, and back me up when I try to convince the Jedi Lords leadership to do the right thing. You wouldn't think it would be a question for a Jedi, but the last time I spoke, he was hesitant to commit their forces to action." He shrugged. "I'm sure they have their own fair share of responsibilities, but the mission I need their help with will require all hands on deck." He lifted his gaze from his hands and his tone took on a severe bearing. "I'm not letting them sit this one out. The cause is too important." Endor felt Redclaw's wintery reaffirming presence beside him, strengthening his resolve, though in truth the snowok was more interested in the spread on the breakfast table. "I'm hoping after you hear what I have to say to the JL that you'll help too, but that's a decision you'll need to make amongst yourselves. For now, I'm just asking you to all to put on a stoic face and back me up." Did Chekk have a sister? Focus, Endor! He blinked the thought away, then leaned back, looking across the table. "Easy enough, right?"
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Post by Katja Eve on Jul 18, 2024 2:41:11 GMT -8
Allas wasn't sure how brightly red she turned as Endor pulled her into a bear hug, but she was fairly certain it was the brightest red she'd gone with how embarrassed she felt. As he let her go, Allas retreated back a few steps of her own whilst the blush faded and she kept her focus down on the ground. But while she remained mute, Braden spoke up from the table in agreement with Endor's comments
You're damn right, those TIE's had nothing on us!
A glance shot across the table by Haley caused Braden to stop talking immediately and settle a little further back into his seat. Chekk let out a vibrating laugh, which earned the Wookiee a half-hearted punch in the shoulder from Braden
Shut up...
As Endor then assumed what Katja could only describe as "The Camp Councillor", she moved over to Allas' side and pulled her pale beauty close to try console her. The Quartet of Jedi kept their focus and attention upon the red-bearded Rebel General, listening as he detailed the mission that he needed their aide with. It had been quite some time since the four surviving members of the Berchest Jedi Academy had seen another Jedi. They'd met plenty of people who used the Force, with Endor joining those ranks. But a planet of Jedi, especially a group that had taken up the mantle of the Jedi Lords, was very new for all of them. In truth, despite how they had been treated at the end of the war, the Berchest Academy still taught of the Jedi Lords and what they stood for with the Army of Light. Haley, Chekk, and Braden had all been raised on the tales of their heroism by Elias.
Hearing of their reluctance to commit forces to a fight rankled Haley. She might have understood the Jedi Order's hesitance, given they had always been a force focused upon keeping the Peace and rooting out darkness. But the Jedi Lords had taken the fight to the Brotherhood of Darkness. Had it not been for the Ruusan Reformations and the Sith's Machinations then the rise of the Galactic Empire would not have been possible. She slammed her foot against the table as Endor finished pitching the mission. Elias gave a soft smile and raised a hand placatingly to try and calm the Ebony-skinned Knight. But she was not going to let this go
I'll be damned if I'm going to let them cower behind their supposed other responsibilities... They're not deserving of the title they laud about...
Come now Haley there's no need to go that far...
There is every reason to go that far! Have you forgotten what the First Order did to the Academy on Berchest?! They slaughtered us! We had no one to fight against the Empire's tyrannical march upon the planet and our Academy!
No one has forgotten what happened on Berchest, least of all me... I lost too many pupils that day Haley. You three are all that I have left, do not let your anger cloud your judgment. Please...
Haley gave another kick of her foot against the table, sending a dish sliding across the table toward where the Snowok was at Endor's side. Cheek moaned and groaned in the shyriiwook tongue, voicing his support of helping Endor. This action helped snap Braden and Haley out of their respective slumps
The Wookiee is right, we need to show these Jedi Lords what it means to be Jedi and remind them of our duty.
I don't like to agree with you... But technically Chekk said it, so...
Hey!
Katja gave Allas' should another rub and squeeze before speaking up
So we're in agreement then? We'll help Endor with his mission to Ossus.
Katja had not doubted her companions resolve to assist with this leg of the mission. It would just be what came next, the thing which Endor alluded to that she was certain would be the struggle decision wise
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Post by Endor on Jul 18, 2024 5:42:58 GMT -8
After Haley kicked the table and the dish slid across towards Redclaw, the abominable snowok took one look up at the General, then shrugged his furry shoulders and began helping himself to the remains of Haley's breakfast, finishing the uneaten crusts of her toast and the fattier bits of bacon. Endor leaned back and waited, allowing the table to come to its decision on their own, then smiling widely when they collectively agreed to help.
"Outstanding." He affirmed, thumping the bottom of his fist down on the table, hard enough to startle Redclaw who had begun to help himself to the others plates as well while they were distracted. Endor stood up and reached down, plucking his chalk white companion off the ground by the scruff of his neck, while Redclaw continued to chew the half eaten waffle hanging between his fangs. "We should get underway immediately."
The General enjoyed goofing around as much as the next ewok, but when it came to fighting evil or helping someone in need, he was all business. The mission ahead, not Ossus but what came after, was going to test them all beyond the measure of their limits. Not everyone was cut out for that, not even every Jedi. But as he stared around the room and witnessed the comradery of Katja's crew and got a sense of their personalities and how they worked, he felt his reservoir of confidence fill up just a little further. These were exactly the sort of Jedi he needed.
As they prepared to get underway and the Halcyon was on the verge of jumping to hyperspace, Endor found Chekk and wrapped a friendly arm around his shoulder, brushing his bushy beard into the wookiee's fur as he got uncomfortably close to talk to him. "Say Chekk, you don't happen to have a sister, do you?" Then a lurch from the deck beneath his feet told him they had made the leap to lightspeed.
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