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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Endor
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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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Keshkarrak
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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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Endor
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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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Endor
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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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Endor
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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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Vaughan Emrys
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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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Endor
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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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Vaughan Emrys
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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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