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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Feb 26, 2013 22:42:39 GMT -8
New Aldera was the capital city of New Alderaan. It was made to look exactly like Aldera.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2013 16:06:23 GMT -8
Zacaiah, with some help from Hikari and Akari, finished some maintenance work on the Whitecloak fighter in preparation for their next trip in search of Zion. They'd arrived a month earlier and spent a fair amount of time combing over places here that Zion had been seen, but they'd found no recent trace of him being here recently.
She'd been about ready to head over to Talus, when a message from the Elementis Brother's had been received, hinting that Zion could be on Honoghr. She wasn't sure what he'd be doing there, but a lead was a lead and she intended to follow it up. As the last of the maintenance was finished, she lead the two sisters up into the Whitelcoak, where they all took their seats.
A couple moments later the Whitecloak engaged it's engines as it lifted off the ground and took off towards orbit
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Jan 25, 2014 0:24:03 GMT -8
Dock #13, Spaceport of Aldera, AlderaMirian's 9000 Z001 landspeeder entered the spaceport of Aldera at a slow pace, and came to a stop before a Consular-class Charger c70 retrofit cruiser, where the young woman exited her vehicle, and stood before the cruiser, looking at it wonderingly, with her fists planted on her hips. She noted the port official checking off a datapad, as bulk lifter droids finished unloading the last of the cargo from the cruiser's hold, and she made her way over to him.The man nodded at her and offered her the datapad, which she took and looked over, to make sure that the cargo was delivered and accounted for, and a payment was given to her for the job done. She signed off on it and returned the datapad to the port official, who smiled at her and wished her a pleasant stay on Alderaan. She thanked him and limped over to sit on the boarding ramp to the cruiser. It was a pleasant enough day, but she didn't budge until she saw her requested supplies for the ship arriving. Standing up, she headed over to pay for the supplies, and began unloading the crates herself.
Occasionally, when she turned about, her trencoat would swing open, baring her armor and the lightsaber hilt clipped to the left side of her thigh. She wasn't too concerned about being seen with a lightsaber, which clashed with the rest of her attire which was more suited to a spacer.
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Post by Stanryk Alden on Jan 25, 2014 5:46:24 GMT -8
*Stanryk steadily guided his VCX-700 courier into the Alderaan spaceport, the engines winding down in a whine of relief. Stanryk jumped off his seat and quickly went to his chamber to retrieve his backpack, datapad and his gauntlets. Slipping the backpack on, he walked briskly towards the exit ramp of the ship, clutching his datapad close to him. As he got off the ship, the crisp, cold air hit his face and he stretched out his hands with a smile. He straightened up and pushed his spectacles higher up on the bridge of his nose as he saw a uniformed man walking towards him.*
*the man approached Stanryk and gave him a brisk smile, holding out his hand*
"Good morning Stan. What brings you out of your hiding place in those rusting archives?"
*Stanryk grinned at the man as he shook his hand*
"Mornin' Melvin. I'm here on vacation. And its about time you took one too. For once, my man, get together your cooped up credits and we can go visit Zeltros or something."
*Melvin chuckled and looked at Stanryk with a shrewd gaze*
"Yeah right! Stanryk Alden on a vacation... when was the last time you ever went on a vacation?! And have you even BEEN to Zeltros?"
*Stanryk grinned*
"Nah, not really... Its really not my type of place.. You know I prefer Alderaan or Tython for a party. I wouldnt mind a trip to Zeltros if youre offering one though. And yeah your right, I'm just here because I have some work at the University. But speaking of party, where is Michelle?"
*Melvin chuckled*
"She's off work today, hence you get to be greeted by my ugly face rather than her more welcoming one. But anyways, get done whatever business you've come for and meet Michelle and me for a little party of our own."
*Stanryk chuckled and nodded as he handed back the datapad to Melvin, having finished the formalities.*
"I'll hold you to that. See you soon then."
*Both men waved to each other and Stanryk began walking away towards the spaceport exit, turning down his attention to his datapad as he began pulling out the files he needed to research at the University. As he walked on, his head bent and his attention engrossed in his datapad, he suddenly noticed a shadow in front of him. He looked up, but it was too late. All he saw was a large crate carried by a short petite girl, before he rammed face first into the crate*
*Stanryk muttered involuntarily as he staggered backward, pressing a hand to his throbbing nose* "Owww!!"
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Jan 25, 2014 6:24:12 GMT -8
"D'oof!" Mirian exclaimed as a tall bookish man crashes into her crate, also knocking her off balance in the process, and sent her falling on her butt ungraciously. The crate crashed to the floor between herself and the man, and its contents wafted out in a faint yellowish gas form. Mirian's eyes widened in alarm and she tried to cover up the crate, and keep its contents from further spoiling. "Oh no! Nonononono! E chu ta! Oh God, no!"
She tried unsuccessfully to contain the leakage, but the gas was determined to be free. "That was an entire month's supply!" She shouted, "Do you know how much these pepper powders cost?!? Stoopa! I don't know if I ca...if I...ah...aahh...ah-CHOO!"
Pepper. The ultimate uvula tickler.
Mirian sneezed so hard, she blew a great deal of the pepper powders into the man's face, and it wafted around him like a personal gas cloud.
"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean t...to...AH-CHOO! Oh God!"
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Post by Stanryk Alden on Jan 25, 2014 7:20:13 GMT -8
Stanryk saw through tearing eyes that the girl had fallen back and the crate she was carrying had crashed down and broken, and a cloud of pepper powder had risen into the air between and around them. His eyes widened as he tried to step back while holding his breath, but the girl began sneezing and he felt the peppers wafting towards him. The throb in his nose was too much though and as he involuntarily gasped, he inhaled a good amount of the gas and began to sneeze hard.
"Whaa-aa-choo!! what the hell!! I'm sorry ma'am!! but do you even kno-aa-aachoo!.. know how to transport these thee-aa-aachooo!... these things safely?!!!"
He sniffled and pushed his forearm to his face, breathing through his sleeve, trying to ignore the pain in his nose, which had doubled with all the sneezing. He quickly glanced at the crate and the crack and the leak. He pinched his nose, and dove towards the crate. He pressed the cracked end inwards and pointed his gauntlet laser at the crack, beginning to weld the two ends together. Just as he was about to finish though, he sneezed abruptly, sending his laser sizzling across the tarmac over his datapad that he had dropped near the crate. The laser sliced right through the datapad, cleaving it into half. Stanryk swore loudly as he stood up in the now clearing air and picked up the two halves of his now useless datapad.
He turned towards the girl not sure whether to be angry or apologize. But the loss of his datapad was really making him lean towards the former. He stared at her sternly.
"Hey lady!! look what your stupid crate made me do!!"
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Jan 25, 2014 9:55:03 GMT -8
"Oh I'm so sorry!" Mirian snapped harshly, as she wiped her nose, "It was totally my idea to walk into the great wall of...whatever your name is, and...and y'know, drop everything and have a total sneeze-fest on a month's supply of peppers!"
She held her hand up in annoyance to forestall any further retort, because she realized that she was being a totally rude and irritable schuta, so she closed her eyes and did that anti-anger thing her master once taught her. There is no sneezing, there is only steady breathing...there is no tearing eyes, there is only Clearvue...there is no insufferable big oafs, there is only a distracted guy...okay...
She pushed back the left side of her trenchcoat to plant her fist on her hip, without thinking, as she bared her left side, and the beautiful crystalline, gold-tooled lightsaber hilt could be seen very visibly hanging from her belt clip. The belt itself looked to be the kind of Jedi Utility Belts used by members of the Order usually on priority missions. Lifting her right hand, she looked up at the man. "Look...sir, I'm very sorry about your datapad. But in my defense, you kinda barreled right into me. And it looks like we both lost something. You saved the crate, but the contents are ruined, and uh...you sliced your datapad trying to save my crate and the peppers. So...sorry?"
Her voice was rather gravelly, and seemed aged beyond her years, though she couldn't be much older than him. The scar on her left cheek suggested she's had a rough past though. She studied him wonderingly with her ocean blue eyes, wondering whether he's going to try clubbing her anyway just to let off some steam, or if he'll take it, and she'll see about compensating his loss. Some people can be so touchy in this big galaxy.
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Post by Stanryk Alden on Jan 25, 2014 10:29:10 GMT -8
Stanryk stood there a moment, fuming, looking at the girl facing him as she went on talking. She seemed to be quite young, despite her voice and her scars. There was a definite youthfulness about her speech, her posture, her actions, the holding up of her hand before calming herself, the placing of the fist on the hip... Although as she planted her fist on her hip, her coat shifted aside and Stanryk's gaze fell on a very beautiful and unique looking lightsaber hanging on her belt
Stanryk thought, his eyes gleaming with interest "So she's a jedi.."
He was still pretty irritated about the loss of his datapad, but as the pain in his nose subsided and the shock of the incident fizzled away, he knew it was partially his fault too. And he was experienced enough to know that he should keep backup of his data on his ship. So it was nothing he couldn't recover. So he let his shoulders fall and sighed
"Yeah I guess I'm sorry too. It "was" my fault as well. Infact mostly my fault since I was too distracted with my datapad and wasn't watching where I was going."
He shrugged and smiled warmly, straightening his glasses which had been perching lopsidedly on his nose since the bump with the crate
"Its fair enough that I pay for that crate... especially for a Jedi.."
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Jan 25, 2014 11:45:58 GMT -8
When he said Jedi, Mirian's head dropped and she looked down at herself, and finally noticed that she was baring her lightsaber hilt for the whole universe to see. Slowly slipping her coat back over her front, she glanced up at him and did her darndest not to look panicked.
"I'm not a Jedi," her intense blue eyes shift left and right, "I bought that off another trader. It's not the best weapon in a gunfight, but it's pretty handy for other things." She waved her hand dismissively, "There's no need to pay for it...peppers are overrated anyway."
She put her hand out to him, "Mirian Santiro."
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Post by Stanryk Alden on Jan 25, 2014 14:04:59 GMT -8
Stanryk knew something was amiss from the hesitation in her voice and her stark blue eyes avoiding his gaze as she spoke. And lightsabers were very rarely found for sale from even the shadiest dealers. Much less one so exotic. But the lightsaber intrigued him far too much, and he knew that now was not the time or the place to pry
He gave Mirian a gentle smile and shook her hand firmly, taking note of her grip as he replied brightly
"Pleased to meet you Ms Santiro. Stanryk Alden at your service. I'm a archival lore seeker and an explorer. Or atleast I like to call myself an explorer." he grinned
He looked over at her clothes again and then at the ship from which she seemed to be unloading the crates. He recognized the model of the ship, though Mirian seemed to have made quite a few modifications to it. He looked back at Mirian, still smiling, gazing into her deep blue eyes trying to search her thoughts
"Thats a nice ship you have there Ms Santiro. That ship is very much one of my favorite designs."
He held her gaze and asked casually
"So what brings you to Alderaan, Ms Santiro?"
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Jan 26, 2014 4:48:12 GMT -8
"Business, Mr. Alden. I'm a trader and transporter of goods and passengers by profession." She replied, "And no offense to your profession, sir, but you have terrible perception for an explorer. I mean...you ran into me. Of course I'm one to talk...I can't see the forest for the trees, or vice versa."
Her blue eyes shone at him thoughtfully. "You said you're a lore seeker? What kind of lore do you seek mainly?"
She bent down to pick up the resealed crate.
"Let's talk inside my ship. Would you mind helping me with that last crate over there, please?" She gestured with her head at a crate behind her, showing a crate about the same size as the one she was carrying, except that it had warning labels on it in just about every language imaginable, and it showed a single icon of a chilli pepper.
She didn't wait for an answer, but instead hurried over to the lowered cargo bay of her ship, gently placed the pepper crate on a stack of other crates of consumables, and then walked around to the boarding ramp of the cruiser. She passed through the richly decorated interior of her vessel. The inside of the ship looked like an inviting hotel room rather than a ship. Anyone who didn't know better would think that this was a hotel indeed, or a very luxurious home. The girl stayed near the entrance, waiting for Stanryk to enter. If he liked the outside of her ship so much, she wondered what he'd think of the interior?
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Post by Standash Thul on Apr 15, 2015 12:21:21 GMT -8
The palace has been had been a buzz and the city with it. The royal family and the High Council had decided rejoin the galaxy after years of isolation. The Princess was ready and had been sent to the senate. Everyone was excited for all this could mean. A Jedi enclave, an academy. The Republic could work with the University, it will once again be the intellectual Mecca for the galaxy. Art will flow from Alderaan's vistas and landscapes. The shinning star of the core was ready to burn brightly again.
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Post by Marn "Hodge" Mol on Apr 16, 2015 23:02:24 GMT -8
I could not see the snow fall, but I did see flakes gather on my coat sleeve for a moment. The night sky was wrapped in purple and bruised along the horizon with the lights of cities, patches of white-blue and pink glowed beyond the edges of frozen hillsides, as if paper were dipped in ink, and the colors bleeding upward; or a small sun prepared to drown the distant starlight of the transparent night in a wash of obscuring daybreak. A ship appeared, first as a fellow star gleefully liberated from it's partners, then the image telescoped in, to the sublight engines of a KT-400 military droid carrier. Details of the ship appeared. Red markings. The image suddenly changed to two individuals; Chiss, but both speaking Huttese and walking side by side. The pair were over a hundred kilometers away but they appeared at an arm-length, their words were completely audible. Even the muffled crunch of snow beneath their shoes could be heard. Suddenly one stopped walking and drew a blaster, his companion a few steps ahead. He turned around just in time to witness the blaster bolt entering his torso. Then complete darkness...
...After the macrobinocular recording of the murder on Csilla finished transmitting on the encrypted channel to my Republic contact, I deleted it and attached the pair TT4's to my belt, then casually walked out from the alleyway and back into the streets, anonymous as a minnow in a school of fish.
Though I had only a couple of days before returning to Coruscant, it was nice to finally be released from the constrains of precaution. Alderaan, having joined the Republic, meant a clearance to enjoy most facilities free-of-charge. I felt over the pocket of my synthleather jacket to make sure I had my datapad and decided to head over to the Aldera Museum of Modern Expression for inspiration. It had been weeks since writing a poem despite hours staring at the blank screen of my datapad, which was beginning to feel more like a reflection of my abilities and less like a sheet of freshly-fallen snow desiring a genius' footprint worthy of breaking its unmarked sublimity. Regardless of the time, I could always order dinner from the room service menu at the Hotel Stopover where I would be staying if I spent too much time at the museum and the bar or restaurant stopped serving lunch or dinner.
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Post by Standash Thul on Apr 18, 2015 20:14:05 GMT -8
Myles Organa was sitting at a table outside a cafe in front of the Alderaan Art museum. He was by him self for the first time in a long time. His cousin had been his best friend. She was a couple years younger than him but she had always been the leader. Standash was the person who had always been there for him, it was her idea to study art and poetry. Now is was just another rich kid with a great family name and a degree in art. He did love it, and he was good at it. That didn't stop everyone from thinking that he only got the curator job because he was related to the royal family and because of his name.
Myles was handsome and well built. He had trained in martial arts with his cousin and was almost as good as she was. He was more than just a rich pretty boy with a trust fund degree and a name to open doors. He was looking for a chance to show it.
He saw a Snivvian walking by. Alderaan had just rejoined the republic and aliens were not a common sight yet. Especially one from as far as the outer rim. Myles was interested, not suspicious, just interested. If nothing else as a relative of the royal family it could be considered his job to great a new visitor to the planet.
-Myles Organa-
Hello there friend. How are you today?
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Post by Marn "Hodge" Mol on Apr 19, 2015 0:47:45 GMT -8
The cordial greeting caught me by surprise, not because it was cordial—everyone seemed to be upbeat about joining the Republic and the advantages membership entails—but surprised that the greeting was directed at me. I made a quick look over both shoulders to be certain the young man was talking to me and not some other visitor. It was then I realized most of the population consisted of humans, and I wasn't exactly an anonymous face in the crowd. Despite being a non-human, the warm welcomes evaporated any sense of drowning in an ocean of my own self-consciousness.
“Uh, hello. I'm doing great today, thank you.” I recognized his face from the brochure droid's dossier about the museum and the discernment of my job as a scout was replaced with my vigor for the arts.
“Hey...you're Myles Organa, the curator. I must say, judging from what I've heard from the brochure droid at the Hotel Stopover your collection is impressive, including new translations of both The Archaiad and The Despotica. It's a pleasure to meet you.”
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Post by Standash Thul on Apr 19, 2015 22:54:56 GMT -8
Thank you. Despotica wasn't that easy to acquirer. In fact it cost me my best case of Vodka, the monks in the Triplehorn Mountains only make one case a decade. But I think it was worth it.
You wasted little time in getting here after the end of isolation. Don't take this the wrong way, but you are the first alien I have seen in a long time.
I never caught your name friend.
Myles offers his hand.
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Post by Marn "Hodge" Mol on Apr 20, 2015 18:19:35 GMT -8
“My apologies,” I said, and shook Myles' hand, “My name is Marn Mol, but my friends call me Hodge, and believe me, no offense is taken. I was actually sent by the Republic to help establish relations here.”
Though I could only divulge so much information about my operations, the reasons for being on Alderaan were more political than clandestine. Other than to transmit the recording of the murder to another Republic SpecOps agent, I was requested to establish relations on the planet simply with my presence in proximity to areas of commerce. For me, the mission was more of a paid vacation, and for the Republic, it was killing two mynocks with the same blaster bolt. To “encourage forgein presence and toleration among the population,” and “uncover and report obstacles non-humans would encounter on the planet” were the exact words used.
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Post by Standash Thul on Apr 20, 2015 21:16:11 GMT -8
Good to here. I expect you to find the people very happy to have you. We have been isolated for a long time, but the culture for which our people have been famous for is still alive and well. My aunt and uncle consider it a top priority.
Did the senator know you were coming? It is not like her not to pass that kind of information along.
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Post by Marn "Hodge" Mol on Apr 23, 2015 12:12:59 GMT -8
I made certain Myles and myself were not within earshot of others before speaking.
“Senators of the Republic are routinely uninformed about such operations for reasons of plausible deniability. It's a standard protocol, even though most of our actions take place on non-Republic worlds. Besides, most of our work never effects the Senate directly. I want to assure you, my work here is to simply encourage foreign presence an uncover any obstacles non-humans might uncover on the planet. If I should uncover any anti-Republic sentiment or something that would effect the Senator directly, she would be informed through the proper channels promptly.”
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Post by Standash Thul on Apr 25, 2015 1:12:30 GMT -8
I am sorry, i didn't mean to pry in your mission. I only asked because my cousin would be very upset with me if i didn't see to it that you were taken care of while you were here. Where are you staying while you are here?
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