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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Apr 25, 2013 16:20:49 GMT -8
The large Hangar Bay of the Temple is one of the most iconic features of the entire structure. It was here, in 1 ABY, that thirty pilots left on a mission to save the entire Galaxy from a weapon constructed of pure terror and destruction.
When the Jedi Praxeum was reconstructed following the Yuuzhan Vong war, the Hangar Bay began to see use much like it did by the Rebel Alliance: as a docking and repair bay for the various smaller craft of the Yavin Four Defense Forces (now the Jedi Peacekeeping Taskforce). Nowadays the Hangar has a multifaceted role and is divided into several sections to help better organize incoming and outgoing traffic.
First and foremost, which takes up the majority of docking space, is the Military Section, designated for the various starfighter squadrons that call Yavin IV home. Whilst most of the snubfighters of the JPT are docked on Yavin Station, a decent-sized force still maintains a presence on the moon itself. A wide array of strike craft, from the famous X-Wing to more specialized fighters like B-Wings and A-Wings, are constantly seen here, preparing to leave for training maneuvers or sitting in repair and maintenance.
Secondly comes the Civilian Section, used for incoming traffic to the Temple. This includes supply shuttles from Yavin Station, visitors in general, and the local populace of the moon that they may reach Yavin Station to egress elsewhere. Light Freighters are a common sight here, and the crew chiefs and technicians of the Praxeum provide their service to ensure ships are in working order.
Third is the Jedi Section, containing the various ships and shuttles used by the Praxeum for missions involving the Jedi body on Yavin IV. This includes many personal ships owned by the various Knights and Masters, but also the transports designated to the Praxeum itself for the purposes of bringing Jedi to where they need to go in The Galaxy.
Last, but certainly not least, is a section colloquially known as "The Dragon's Roost": the personal docking bay of Dragon Squadron, where the unique fighters, ships, and personal mechanics attached to the unit are kept. This ensures that they are always battle-ready and can leave on a moment's notice, no matter what else is occurring at The Temple.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on May 20, 2013 14:09:32 GMT -8
Two XJ9D X-Wings dropped below the clouds and angled towards the Hangar Bay. Alexis frowned as she cut back power and settled into a slow descent. Dav hadn't said anything really. And she was miffed: miffed because she knew darn well that she'd performed admirably through that whole ridiculous obstacle course. To be sure, she suspected he was busily trying to think up more excuses to leave her behind in 'safety' while he was busy saving the universe. But she wondered if he'd completely forgotten her upbringing. Even though it was Jedi and reflected a mostly spartan attitude towards life, the Yavin 4 Academy was downright posh compared to where she'd lived for her youth and the place that Nathan Malreaux had found her...how long ago was it now? Two years? She felt her thoughts getting a bit mushy. Her life on Nar Shadaa had not been pleasant and whenever she tried to think about it...it seemed to slither further out of her grasp only to reappear before her mind's eye with shocking clarity precisely when she was least expecting it. Dav had informed her once that her 'gift' was extremely valuable, and that one day she would be a Seer. So far, she was not entirely convinced that this was desirable. Though, over the past few months she'd made definite progress in controlling her waking nightmares. For the most part now, the real unpleasantness came during the unconcsciousness of sleep.
She refocused her thoughts in time to notice the proximity of the Hangar Bay, and dart inside. Alexis ignored the main sections of the Hangar and headed straight for the Dragon's Roost. This fighter belonged there anyway even if Dav tried to take it away from her. He was head of Dragon Squadron now... there was another thing. She missed Ksandra. Kriffing hell. Now! was not the time to think about that either. She'd ask Dav later. And she'd sit on him till he answered if necessary. She whistled at Arr-Eight, her friendly astromech droid with a naturally snide personality, and slid her X-Wing into a slow turn, dropping neatly into an empty slot and powering down. She sighed deeply as she popped her canopy open and lazily unfastened her seat restraints. Then she just sat there, in the middle of post-extreme-adrenalin depression. Maybe Dav just didn't think she was good enough. Her normally warm brown eyes glared fire suddenly. And she sighed again, now just feeling tired.
Instead of leaping down to the ground from her cockpit, she hung on with the tips of her fingers, and then dropped. She landed a mite heavily, but still on her feet, and looked around for Dav.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on May 24, 2013 5:59:59 GMT -8
Dav's own X-Wing swept into the Hangar, and with practised skill and ease, he swung it into its designated berth, dialed the repulsors down, and settled onto the Hangar deck. The whine of the engines was still fading as he popped the canopy and climbed out of the flight seat, his flight helmet left on top of the forward console, and he made the hop down to the deck look as though it were nothing, even though he was dropping easily over two meters. As he walked towards her, he unfastened the neck of his flight suit, lowering the seal to his breastbone.
In his mind's eye, he could still see her time floating before him on his HHUD. He'd have to get flight recorder details off of her X-Wing, review the choices she made, see just how she'd flown, on top of seeing the speed she'd flown.
But that could wait until later.
He came to a stop before her. His face was a mask of neutrality, his Force Presence a perfectly calm and level state.
"Alexis."
He studied her. His student, his Padawan.
Oh, what am I going to do with you, hmm?
After a moment, his neutral facade finally broke, and he gave her a warm, proud smile.
"That was one of the best flight times anyone under the age of twenty has ever flown on that course. It even beat some of the old Dragons. I don't know how you managed it, but I'm very impressed and very proud."
With an expression of slight amusement on his face, he offered her his hand.
"Welcome to Dragon Squadron, Ms. Karidian"
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Post by Alexis Karidian on May 27, 2013 20:57:19 GMT -8
Alexis looked up at Dav grumpily. Well, not as far up as she used to. She was taller than when they'd first met. How had that happened? Anyway... 'Welcome to Dragon Squadron, Ms Karidian.'...THAT broke into the moody cloud she was surrounded by. And that was for sure. Dragon Squadron?!!!! She'd MADE IT! At another time she'd probably have jumped for joy. As it was, she couldn't breathe for a moment or too. Her heart seemed to have lodged itself somewhere in the middle of her throat. Nathan would have been so proud. But, this time Dav himself was also proud of her...and not trying to hide it either. She grinned like the very devil suddenly. There was no way he'd be able to leave her behind and shut her out of stuff now. Just let him try! Her eyes narrowed as she gazed up at him.
"Thanks! Da---err, Master Man'sell." There was indeed a hint of sarcastic stress upon the title 'Master.' But she smiled warmly. "We should celebrate, don't you think? Ice cream in the gardens or something?" To be honest, after the adrenalin-filled preceding moments (which felt like hours), she was ready to crash and get out of the Hangar, flight suit, and general vicinity of flight related things. She felt sure he'd want to talk about it later, and pontificate on some further responsibilities and excuses and whatnot, but she would deal with that at the time it happened, not now.
She reached out and tugged on his sleeve, steering him in the direction of the gardens and away from the hangar. Alexis frowned momentarily, a half-formed thought on the tip of her tongue. "There's some dark times ahead for the Jedi of Yavin 4...aren't there Dav?" She used his name familiarly, addressing him as more than mentor, as a friend.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on May 28, 2013 17:16:15 GMT -8
As they reached the hangar door, she spoke, her words changing the tone instantly. He stopped, looking at her for just a moment. A question formed in his mind.
Has she foreseen something?
Though it came to mind, it did not reach his lips; they could cover things like that later. He didn't want to dampen the celebration of the moment too much.
He couldn't deny it, though. For a long time, he, along with the rest of the High Council, had felt a... chill... in the air. A sense of foreboding that said that dark times were coming, that soon, once again, the Galaxy would be thick with conflict and war. They had worked as hard as they could to fortify the Jedi, and the Galaxy, against such a thing, but if it was due to come, it was going to come.
Dav half-turned, glancing back at the hangar bay. There was a foreboding sense of unease in the Force. And Yavin did not seem to be exempt from it - rather, it seemed on course to be drawn just as deeply into the events as the fourth moon ever had been. When Dav and Alexis had first met, he had spoke to her of the significance of the world. Of how, time and time again, a moon that easily could have been relegated to the obscurity and anonymity afforded to so many worlds just like it across the cosmos, had somehow managed to be central, and pivotal, to the unfolding of events that would come to reshape the entirety of Galactic civilisation.
"There are four hundred billion stars in this Galaxy, Alexis. And in amongst those stars, one hundred quadrillion sentient souls... and every now and then, for some mysterious reason of the Force, this little world in particular is responsible for something that affects the entire thing."
"I don't know, Alexis. But something's coming, and I shouldn't think we're going to have the luxury of staying out of the firing line..."
He turned back to her, and gently clasped the side of her face in an affectionate gesture.
"But we'll be ready when it comes. For now, yes. Ice Cream in the Gardens. Let's get changed out of these flightsuits and I'll meet you there in... fifteen minutes?"
Dav smiled warmly and broadly at her; he spared just one last glance out at the hangar's main doors as they left the room, and the thoughts of dread, momentarily behind them.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on May 29, 2013 14:58:54 GMT -8
 The Mandalorians have brought war to the Galaxy once more. Under the leadership of Mand'alor ASHRAH INTALBO, and his General CORR VHETT, they have begun a campaign against the Galaxy's Force Users. The Jedi World of Yavin IV was the first hit, a strike at one of the greatest Jedi strongholds. The Mandalorians took YAVIN STATION, the mighty orbital defence platform, thanks to a brilliant infiltration strategy by DUKE AUSTRALIS, and under the order of Jedi Master DAV MAN'SELL, the Jedi forces retreated from orbit. With the Jedi fleets scattered, the Mandalorians took their attack to the surface.
However, the Jedi defences were not so easily overcome. With starfighter cover lead by Jedi Master JAGO PULASTRA, and ground defences overseen by Jedi Knight ADI MATANGO and Falleen strategist TZA'UAX, the Jedi were able to force the Mandalorians to withdraw to orbit. However, the defence is not without sacrifice - redeemed former Dark Sider DACE CONCORDIA, at the beginning of his path to reclaim the mantle of Jedi, was slain by the Mand'alor in bloody, vicious combat.
Now the Mandalorians are settling in for a long siege on the Praxeum, blockading the planet and seeking constantly to take out the shield generator and ion cannons that form the backbone of the Praxeum's defence. Dav, Jago, and the other resident Jedi of Yavin lead the hard fought and desperate defence, whilst Adi, working with Master WILL SON'TIR and Jedi Knight DIAMONTE TUHLUTE, and the Jedi Watchmen, seeks to prepare the Jedi, and the worlds of the Republic, for the inevitable assault to come.... THE SIEGE
Day One The Jedi Praxeum had seen its share of combat. Ever since the Great Temple had been built, five millennia earlier, it had been the site of many a battle: the culmination of the Exar Kun war, which scarred the planet for centuries to come; the infamous Battle of Yavin, when the Death Star met its end; and after the Praxeum's founding, so many more, from the battle against the spirit of Exar Kun, and the campaign by Natasi Daala, and the attack launched by Desaan, to the Shadow Academy, and the Yuuzhan Vong war, and the forces of the Dread Lord Havok, and the Corruption.
The Jedi Praxeum was no stranger to conflict and war. Nonetheless, the Mandalorian assault had tested the Jedi defenders greatly, and, no doubt, greater challenges still faced the besieged Academy. The Great Temple - twice devastated, twice rebuilt - was already carrying wounds of the Mandalorian aggression, with at least one hole blown in its walls and pock-and-burn marks throughout the Praxeum.
The Hangar had been the heart of most of the conflict that had reached the inside of the Praxeum, where soldiers and Jedi led by Adi Matango had led a valiant defence against the invading forces. Now, it was full, packed to the walls in a way it hadn't been since the days of the Rebellion, with the starfighter squadrons that formed the backbone of the Praxeum's defense, the handful of transports and shuttles still available to the Jedi, and most of the remaining combat vehicles that hadn't been destroyed in the Mandalorian assault. The Hangar now stood as the frantically beating heart of the Jedi's desperate defence....
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Jun 1, 2013 17:17:12 GMT -8
Caoimhin Shan wandered throughout the Hangar, his body moving and shifting on what seemed to be autopilot, surveying the ships that had been assembled in the once wide-open area. Now, there was hardly any room to move, hence the winding, weaving path he was taking between starfighters and transports and shuttles. He sighed; the fighting in the Gardens the day before had taken its toll on him, but he still had plenty of fight left in him. He had to, after all: they were in this for the long run. This siege had only just begun.
As he passed by one freighter in particular, the darkness that still lurked in his mind spoke up.
Wait. Go back..
The darkness's tone, usually harsh or -- at the very least -- cold, seemed.. nostalgic. Pained. Cao raised an eyebrow and turned back to the two-pronged, sauceresque craft, approaching one of the landing struts. Without even realizing it, he reached up with his right arm and ran his fingers along the metal, before narrowing his eyes and pulling his hand back.
Kirith. What are you doing here?
Cao had heard the name before, of course; during one of his spirit transfers, they had met with a woman named Kirith and her partner, Thanatos, to negotiate for a clone body. Apparently, Vilus had known her as well.. and from the way he was acting, she had actually meant something to the Sith Lord. He had met his darker self after the latter had gone "soft," but had never known the reason why. Evidently, Kirith was that reason..
Let's find out, shall we?
Before the darkness had a chance to protest, Cao turned around, shouting out to one of the officers that had been posted in the Hangar.
"Corporal! Excuse me, whose ship is this?"
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jun 1, 2013 17:45:00 GMT -8
Corporal Alex Owains, sandy haired and weary eyed, turned to the Jedi summoning him. He didn't recognise the Jedi's face, but exhausted as he was, that didn't mean he had never met the man before. The fight had been long, his eyes felt fatigued from staring through the sight of his rifle throughout the battle, and he felt sluggish. But neither he nor Qyrig had felt much like sleeping when there was work to be done. The Praxeum needed shoring up, fast, lest the furious defence that they had put up the night before crumble down and end up being for naught.
He hadn't even had time to think about how nervous fighting to defend his own base made him feel. He, along with the rest of the Auxiliary Marine First Squad, had spent so much of the night just doing it that they were running on adrenaline, instinct, and training anyway. Now the fighting was on hold, the armour he wore felt heavier than usual, his rifle less a comfort, more a weight on his shoulders - even the lightweight personal defence weapon that hung from his back felt twenty times heavier than it ever had before. He was running on an adrenaline supply that was fast dwindling, instincts that said he should go sleep, and training that agreed with it. Thought still didn't play much part in matters.
But a question had been asked, and so, with wilful effort, he forced his brain to respond, as he crossed over to the Jedi.
=Corporal Alex Owains=
"They're not sure, sir. Without Yavin Station, a lot of our records aren't available to us, and in the confusion, no-one has managed to finish re-cataloguing everything yet. A guest's ship, though, and I reckon it's the guests that were holed up in their quarters keeping their head down."
Alex looked up at the ship, frowning slightly.
=Corporal Alex Owains=
"Oddest thing, though, sir. The ship is locked down, and doesn't seem to even responding to access enquiries. It's like its decided we're not going inside of its own accord, and that's that."
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Jun 1, 2013 19:22:54 GMT -8
"Yeah. She does that."
Cao blinked and frowned. The darkness was taking control of his actions and his speech, but it wasn't a malevolent control. It was coming from an emotional overload: reminiscence and sadness and regret. Cao couldn't stop the emotions from rising up over him, and for the first time in his life, he felt pity for Vilus.
He reached up towards the underbelly of the ship again, this time allowing Vilus that brief moment of tactile memory. Mostly, he did it because of the pity; part of him, though, realized that if Kirith was here -- and she clearly was -- then Vilus would have something worth fighting for other than his life. Cao had his friends here, but Vilus had -- when he had lent his aid to Cao's combat -- only been fighting for his life, that which he had clung to most fiercely. But fighting for someone else instead of oneself.. That was a whole different level of combat.
"I think I know who this belongs to."
You know damn well who it belongs to.
It's called "finesse," Vil.
He continued walking around the ship, then walked out in front of it, eyeing the freighter as a whole, then smiled.
Yes, the darkness recognized this ship for sure. There was no doubt about it. Those scars, those burns, everything about it was just as he had last seen it. She had made something of her new life.
"Its name is the Cat's Paw. And she should recognize me."
He turned on the Corporal, the shadow of a smile tugging at his lips and a glimmer in his eye.
"We need to get in there.. And we need to find her pilot."
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Post by Kirith Aridigo on Jun 1, 2013 20:07:23 GMT -8
Surprisingly, the Cat's Paw was taking this whole attack thing somewhat well, given the circumstances. Due to Kirith preforming some long desired maintenance work, the ship had been unable to lift off at the beginning of the battle, and had since been grounded. Despite the threat of the Mandalorians attacking the hanger bay and turning all the ships into scrap metal, the Cat's Paw had decided the sheer number of - ship shields ? - in the hanger was preferable than attempting to fly away in a firefight.
The ship had taken the time to run some long needed system diagnoses , when her outer sensors picked up a familiar figure.
Vilus.
Oh the Cat's Paw remembered him all right. There was a rather significant part of her memory systems devoted to the man, that had since been hidden and filed as random system files to hide from her pilot, Kirith. But what was Vilus doing here?
She briefly considered using the com to warn Kirith, before remember that Kirith didn't actually know who Vilus was, and the Other part of Kirith had made it quite clear that Vilus was not to be mentioned. After running through the possibly scenarios, the Cat's Paw decided it would be best to pretend she had no idea who Vilus was, and pretend she was just a regular ship. Do not engage the enemy. That was the key.
Because if there was one thing the Cat's Paw knew - Vilus was the enemy.
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jun 3, 2013 2:42:16 GMT -8
The Corporal glanced up at the ship, frowning. It all sounded like mumbo-jumbo to him.
=Corporal Alex Owains=
"Alright, well unless you know another way in, we're going to have to cut into her. We need every ship we can get, and having one sitting here on lockdown is just wasting hangar space."
The young man turned, and with a wave, summoned over a Gand wearing matching combat armour - his squadmate and spotter, Qyrig P'nhal. The Gand crossed to them, opening his mouth parts in an approximation of a Human smile by way of greeting.
=Corporal Alex Owains=
"Looks like we're getting into this one after all, Qyrig. It's the Cat's Paw, apparently"
The Gand's... brow? Do they even have a brow?... the part of his face where the brow would be on a Human, arched upwards, and he glanced down at a datapad he held, tapping on it with one of his three digits.
=Corporal Qyrig P'nhal=
"Qyrig has reference to the Cat's Paw here. Came down from Yavin Station a week ago with Master Kor-taan, registered to Kirith Aridigo, who was travelling with a Sidara Vercopa."
Alex nodded, recognising at least one of those names - the rooms that had housed the guests, the ones that remained and stayed locked inside during the battle, they were also under the name of Kirith Aridigo. He turned to the Jedi.
=Corporal Alex Owains=
"Up to you, sir. If you can think of a better way of getting in there, by all means lead on. But the only options I've got are either we cut her open, or we go find her pilot, who I think is still here."
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Jun 3, 2013 12:02:06 GMT -8
The Jedi smiled, a light coming to his multicolored eyes.
"I do have a better way of getting in there. You're forgetting the third option: bartering."
Leaving the two Corporals to ponder just what he meant by that, he turned back towards the Cat's Paw and began speaking to the ship.
"I know you can hear me, so don't try to play dumb. I know you think you recognize me, too. You're partly right, but if you look closer, you'll see the difference. I'm not ol' Jawa-Eyes; he's in here, though." He reached up with his artificial left hand and tapped his temple. "So you're right to be cautious. But here's the thing. These guys," he then turned his hand around to point his thumb at the human and the Gand, "want to cut into you to see what's inside, and I don't very much stand for that. I can keep you safe if you'll just open up. I'm not sure how long these guys are willing to wait, either. But, I know you'd be placing yourself at risk, trusting a man like me. So, I'll tell you what."
He reached into the pocket of his robes and withdrew a datapad, opening up a form for a provision request following the end of the Siege.
"How's an upgraded hard drive sound? Open up, and it's yours. My gift."
...Smooth, jetii.
He smirked internally. Thanks, Sith.
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Post by Kirith Aridigo on Jun 3, 2013 14:57:28 GMT -8
The ship mulled over the Jedi's offer. It had decided it didn't like that other one, the one who wanted to cut her open. That was certainly not a very polite thing to do. She briefly calculated a scenario of aiming her hull side hidden blasters at then man, just to scare him off course, but she wrote that off as a 99% chance of getting pounded into scrap metal.
Flesh beings didn't always appreciate her jokes.
Which meant negotiating with Vilus, or someone claiming to be Vilus, but not Vilus. In the ship's databanks, she brought up the information on the Jedi, recalling that he had a twin. Someone named Cao. But why would he say that Vilus was inside?
Maybe it was similar to Kirith's Other - although this being seemed a bit more sensible, and less prone to fits of anger, but seemed to have full control of his memory banks.
Deciding that dealing with this man might be better than sending him off to Kirith to cause trouble, she projected her voice through the ship's outer speakers,
"How upgraded are we talking about here? Because I don't just open myself to anyone. A ship has to have standards."
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Jun 3, 2013 18:41:19 GMT -8
Cao smiled. He had gotten her talking, and that was a definite step in the right direction. He held up the datapad, shaking it slightly for dramatic effect.
"However much you want, Cat. It's your call. Ask and ye shall receive."
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Post by Kirith Aridigo on Jun 5, 2013 17:37:06 GMT -8
"960 Zettabyte hard drive, solid state," the ship rattled off. "And not any cheap knock off either. I want something that is going to last me several years at least. I have a lot of episodes of 'Love in Alderaan Places' that I want for these periods of time when the local jedi do something to piss off people, causing a war and me getting grounded in a dusty old hanger."
The ship paused, as if to let out an annoyed sigh that it couldn't quite vocalize through the external speakers.
"Seriously, I don't know what is up with you Force User types. Always having people wanting to shoot you, or stab you. For a bunch of peace keepers, you sure are good at pissing people off. But I suppose, if you are going to give me the new hard drive and you're not going to be a lying, stinky organic meatbag, I can let you in."
There was a hiss as the clams on the hatch unhooked, and the ramp began to lower.
"But I'll have you know, if you cheat me, I will gas you. Probably."
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Jun 5, 2013 20:19:36 GMT -8
Cao smiled as he keyed the information into the datapad.
"Don't worry, Cat. I'm a man of my word."
He stepped forward and reached up, putting his hand on the underside of the hull, giving it a reassuring pat, then turned to the two Corporals.
"You see, fellas?"
...Don't say it.
I have to say it.
Don't you dare say it!
"I know what the ladies like."
Inside his head, he could feel the darkness facepalming. I can't believe you just said that...
I said it. Deal with it.
I think I would be justified in cutting you down for that line alone..
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Post by Dav Man'Sell on Jun 12, 2013 16:25:23 GMT -8
Corporal Alex Owains had never visibly cringed at something a Jedi had said before.
There was, he supposed, a first time for everything.
=Corporal Alex Owains=
"Well, it's not how people usually do it, sir, but if it works..."
He lifted his blaster, walking towards the ramp, with his Gand partner right beside him. As they walked, the Gand leant in.
=Corporal Qyrig P'nhal=
"Alex, Qyrig isn't sure he follows the joke."
Alex glanced at Caoimhin, shaking his head.
=Corporal Alex Owains=
"I wouldn't worry too much, mate. It wasn't a particularly good joke to get."
The Gand nodded thoughtfully.
=Corporal Qyrig P'nhal=
"Qyrig often finds that Human humour is lacking."
Alex looked at Qyrig, and saw him open his mouth parts in the Gand approximation of a smile. The young soldier shook his head.
=Corporal Alex Owains=
"Yeah, because, Gand jokes are so much better."
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Post by Kirith Aridigo on Jun 16, 2013 10:11:09 GMT -8
"Ugh, I think your jokes have gotten worse," remarked Cat. "Believe me, ladies like better jokes than that."
There was a slight vibration as the ship's entry ramp finally touched the floor of the hanger bay, a little light inside beckoning the men inside. Crossing the threshold into the ship, and into the hallway leading to the rec area, the freighter gave all the appearance of being an actual home, rather than a mere mode of transportation. Holo-pictures were attached to the walls, showcasing various locations throughout the galaxy, a brunette women with short brown hair sometimes in the frame, waving wildly. Occasionally other people would feature in those pictures - a slightly older women with long hair and a cool expression the Vilus recognized as Thanatos, Kirith's cousin - or an unfamiliar man with short hair and often a slightly disgruntled expression at being forced to pose, someone Vilus recognized as being an old co-pilot of Kirith's from her much younger years, some friend from Nar Shaddaa.
The crew found themselves in the ship's rec room, the hologram board currently covered by a datapad, and bits of machinery that someone had clearly been fiddling with recently.
"So why exactly did you guys want to check me out, exactly?" asked the ship.
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Jun 19, 2013 18:58:35 GMT -8
His only response to the criticism was to shrug. After all, he couldn't exactly take it back now. The past couldn't be changed...
"You're a ship, Cat." He looked around, the ship's interior triggering memories that the holos only served to reinforce.. Memories that weren't his. "And, in case you haven't noticed, there's a war on. Now, I'm not about to force you into combat -- pretty sure you'd gas me if I tried -- but we can't have a ship just sitting around and doing nothing to contribute to the cause."
Cao smirked. "That's just these guys, though. I'm pretty sure Vilus left some things behind here. Know where she might be keeping them, or did she torch it all?"
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Post by The Shepherd on Jun 22, 2013 7:57:00 GMT -8
When one was a Jedi living in a temple that had more recently become a war base, there were some minor perks to be enjoyed. One of them was a form of automatic promotion, in that Jedi outranked virtually every soldier currently in the massive building. Another was that, if a Jedi looked like they were in enough of a hurry, the military personnel practically threw themselves into the walls to get out of said Jedi's way in a stunning display of respect and discipline. But chief among all of the minor advantages? With all the chatter burning up the communications equipment, all a Jedi had to do in order to find one of their own was feel those tiny pockets of calm in the midst of the calamity and go from there.
It was one of these pockets of calm - a calm exterior that nevertheless had the Force's equivalent to radio static as uncertainty and fear wormed their way throughout - that led Rutil Iorek to his informal Padawan.
Rather, it led him to a peculiar sight in the hangar. A freighter that held a peculiar color scheme that was painted onto a peculiar - for the Praxeum, anyway - model in a peculiar - for the situation, anyway - place. A guest that was currently stuck there thanks to the Mandalorian onslaught? If so, Rutil wondered to himself how it hadn't been blown apart. Given its status as a prime oddity in the middle of the heavily-militarized Praxeum hangar, one would think it would have been a premier target for the Mandalorians.
Unless that hadn't happened. It had been a confusing time, and Rutil had been too busy securing any Jedi younglings unable to fight in well-defensible areas and assigning Padawans to protect them to make it to the hangar before the supposed attack had been repelled.
And where, during all of this, had the Shan boy gone?
"Gentlemen."
Coming up behind the two soldiers also staring at the peculiar freighter, Rutil's voice carried a frustration that only added to his renowned growl.
"Whose ship is this? And who's in it?"
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