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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Mar 18, 2014 16:41:53 GMT -8
*Kaytra gave a low laugh about having issues.*
"I know the feeling all to well. Seems like that's what life is made of though."
*She raised an eyebrow when she heard @crystaalls arms rattle. The sound of metal on metal didn't seem normal.*
"Having issues with your prosthetics? Or is that normal?"
*Crystaall shook her head at the pilot and sighed.* "Don't worry about my arms, Its just been a long while since I had sleeve for them, so the contact is bound to happen from time to time." *Crystaall blatantly ignored the crashed ship in the hangar bay. She wasn't truly concerned about the man who piloted it, and he seemed to be fine. Her only true concern was how she was going to train Force-Sensitives. A task difficult within itself, if you didn't mention the soldier's average age in GALSAF. All she could do was be patient. She didn't notice Kaytra on the list, but perhaps she was overlooked as Crystaall could sense a small untapped peice of the Force within her.* "I swear... things get crazy whenever you're involved with anything related to Jedi." |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2014 17:16:25 GMT -8
*Kaytra was about to respond about @crystaalls arms normally being like that. When she was distracted by a ship landing hard in the hangar. As a pilot herself, she couldn't help but cringe some at the landing. She eyed the man for a second before turning back to Crystaall.*
"Nothing ever seems easy when the Jedi show up. Nor does it ever seem to end very well for those who their trying to help. Me, I try staying away from such things. Guess I kinda take after my father in that regard."
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Mar 18, 2014 17:56:22 GMT -8
Alexis was pretty sure that Mike had somehow or other helped all the mechanical problems along. If he'd had a long flight, he would have had plenty of opportunities to do so. But, she wasn't going to rat him out to Nathan for it, particularly given how relieved she was that he'd actually shown up in one piece. A smile twitched at the corner of her lips as she realized that Mike had seen the humor in her reply to his arrival, given that technically he did outrank her. On the ground anyway.
"It was the better choice, and I'm glad to see you."
She replied sincerely.
As they rejoined Nathan, she thought of something else, that Nathan wouldn't be able to explain at the moment given his amnesia.
"Mike, this is Nathan Malreaux---my first Master."
The look she flashed him indicated she'd tell him (as in Mike) more later if he actually wished to know. But it was something in the way of an introduction that Nathan might not have felt up to giving.
Something else occurred to her. "Nathan, I made Dragon Squadron," she half-turned so he could clearly see the red Dragon patch on the shoulder of her flightsuit. Nathan and his wife, Alora, had both been Dragons in their day. And she was proud that she had made it into the ranks of the most elite Jedi starfighter squadron going. A bittersweet smile flickered across her lips as she wondered belatedly if Nathan even remembered his days as a fighter pilot.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2014 23:45:08 GMT -8
Admiral Ju'unthor, and a group of 20 Republic Commando's, armed with DXR-6 Disruptor Rifle's, made their way into the Hangar Bay, which was already manned by a half-dozen Commando's. Dr Levi had not yet landed, giving the Admiral a perfect chance to take care of the other item of business he needed to attend to. He walked over towards the group of people, which was a mixture of GALSAF and Jedi personelle, his commando's stopping several feet away, whilst Ju'unthor continued on and briefly stopped by Ander's side
=Admiral Ju'unthor=
Commander Tagira, we need to have a word...
Admiral Ju'unthor then gave a nod to those assembled nearby, before walking back over to the group of Republic Commando's and waiting. There was a number of things that needed to be discussed, and whether he or Ander liked it, they needed to be discussed now, before things got out of hand again
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Nathan Malreaux
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Post by Nathan Malreaux on Mar 21, 2014 18:36:51 GMT -8
*Nathan nodded to Mike as he was introduced, disconnecting the datapad as he did. He seemed to be a smart individual, and as it all wrapped together in Nathan's mind, he felt a strange sense of belonging. A sense that only intensified as Alexis brandished her Dragon emblem, which although unfamiliar to him, tugged at his consciousness very abruptly. His eyes narrowed, and he moved closer to take a look at it.*
*He frowned, and scratched at his beard thoughtfully before looking up at Alexis square in the eye.*
"I'm guessing... I was part of Dragon Squadron once?"
*He hated asking. He needed to fix this memory issue, fast. The Jedi were renown for their healing abilities... maybe there was one here that could help. Nathan made a mental note to bring it up as soon as possible. This couldn't go on, not like this.*
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2014 18:52:40 GMT -8
Amnesia. A complete loss of memory up to a certain point, possibly caused by cranial trauma or maybe a bad dose of spice. There really wasn't any way to tell, at least without a medical degree. Mike knew of some interesting methods of testing for and treating such ailments, but they had been left in antiquity for a really good reason.
On a more personal level, it meant that this Nathan character probably wouldn't remember all the details of this little adventure. Mike already had a tendency to fade from the minds of those around him as soon as he left, barring a very few exceptions. While the dramatic entrance might normally be enough to make it stick, if he was amnesiac, there were probably some wires crossed with his short term memory as well, though it would still be impossible to check. They'd probably be doing this whole introduction thing often.
Mike sighed and adjusted his pack on his back, only to be rewarded by a poke in the head from his rifle's front sight post. It must have shifted a bit during the crash, he thought.
"Right. You two have some catching up to do, so I'm going to go find my quarters. Alexis, if you get some time to stop by later, I got some holos from a dig site on Tatooine, ancient fighters left in the desert. Probably goes back to at least a few thousand years. They're junk now, but you might find it interesting. Nathan, it was nice meeting you."
With that, he offered a jaunty wave and headed towards the area he fervently hoped his room would be in.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Mar 22, 2014 11:24:17 GMT -8
Alexis sighed deeply, though Nathan's answer was pretty much in line with what she'd been expecting.
"Yes, you were. Your wife, Alora, was your wingmate." Both of them had been in the Squadron. Initially flying had not been something that really mattered to Alexis, but Nathan had introduced the concept, and then Dav had taught her to be at home in the cockpit of an x-wing. She had loved every minute of it. Well, almost---there had been that one time...
Alexis' managed to keep a straight face when she looked over at Mike, partly because right now it hurt to smile. A few minutes earlier the healing cut just under her eye had felt suspiciously moist, and she didn't want it to start bleeding in earnest right now. That would be really inconvenient and pretty darned unflattering to boot.
"I'll make time, Mike," she answered, waving back as he turned to leave.
It looked like Ander was talking within someone else, and another glance at Nathan made her wonder if he actually needed medical attention.
"Time for a tour, Nathan? We can start with the infirmary, but maybe it'll all come back to you." Dark eyes looked a bit sad. She wasn't sure how to really help him at the moment, and she wanted to. She wanted him to remember. More importantly she was angry with him for forgetting, when she had to remember and deal with the pain and loss that had been exacerbated by his behavior.
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Post by Nathan Malreaux on Mar 22, 2014 18:04:27 GMT -8
*Nathan didn't respond to Alexis's query about a tour, still stunned silent over her casual quip about his wife, Alora. That moment had almost felt like a hundred electric bolts shooting through his brain, sending shivers down his spin, raising goosebumps all over his skin... and yet, for all of that, still no kirffing memories came flooding back.*
After a moment, Nathan's now very vulnerable eyes locked onto Alexis's eyes, and bored deep intense holes into her as if he was trying to pull the memories straight from her.*
"Alora...?"
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Ander Tagira
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Post by Ander Tagira on Mar 23, 2014 13:20:46 GMT -8
Commandos garbed in the mottled green-brown painted armor of their organization seemed to materialize out of no where as the collection of Republic soldiers, led by Admiral Ju'unthor, entered the hangar, adding to the half-dozen or so Republic personnel there. As the first of them, Sergent Rian Tet'en, noticed the new arrivals, word seemed to spread telepathically, pairs of GALSAF Commandos stepping out from behind speeder craft and starship landing struts, their Verpine Assault Carbines and Rifles held casually against the breastplates of their armor. Like a pack of vornskr they collected in small groups, closing around Ju'unthor and his soldiers as the Republic officer approached their own commander. There was nothing outright hostile in their demeanor, more intrigue than anything, though it seemed odd to many of them that an Admiral seeking peaceful discussion would come accompanied by such a large personal protection detail. By the time Ju'unthor reached Commander Tagira's side, the entirety of Dog Company's first platoon had revealed their presence, comprised of roughly thirty Commandos. Sergent Tet'en looked on at the DXR-6 Disruptor Rifles grasped in the hands of the Republic troops, smirking to himself behind the imposing T-shaped visor of his helmet. Disruptors were notorious as high powered weapons, despite the model's commonly short range. The DXR-6's produced by Tenloss Arms were known to serve as potent longer range weapons, though any soldier knew capacity and balance of range were key to adapting to any conflict situation. Personally, Tet'en preferred the Verpine weaponry sported by GALSAF forces as they provided the best of capabilities in almost any battlefield.
Ander seemed to pick up on the gentle commotion and looked up from the datatablet in his hand as he spotted the Admiral approach from the periphery of his vision. He locked the tablet's display and stowed it in one of his utility pouches, then held out a hand for the Ju'unthor to take in greeting as the Admiral requested they speak. Ander nodded politely. "You've got my ears, ner'tat." Ander told him in reply as he followed the other man towards the collection of soldiers he'd brought with him to the hangar. As he noticed the audience gathered of his own Commandos, Ander frowned, waving them away with a hand. "I'm sure you lot have better things to do then eavesdrop. Get to it." He snapped, though his tone lacked any real force. For the most part, the Commandos shrugged and obeyed, turning away continuing with whatever tasks had been set to them, though they maintained a close watch via the 360º HUDs offered by their buy'ce. Others such as Sergent Tet'en, however, remained where they stood with their hidden faces oriented in the direction of the Admiral and his companions.
Ander stopped beside Admiral Ju'unthor as they reached the collection of Republic troops, drawing a cigarette from a belt pouch and lighting it with a small hand torch. He stowed the torch and drew the smoke into his lungs, leaving it to leak lazily from his lips and nostrils. Briefly, Ander glanced back to where Alexis stood, speaking with Nathan, wondering when he might get the chance to catch the woman alone and trade some very necessary words. As he looked back to the Republic Admiral, Ander gestured towards the man with the hand that held his cigarette. "So what is it you've got for me, Admiral?" He asked, drawing again from his cigarette. Smoke gathered in the air around them, coiling casually in the still evening air. Ander eyed the Republic Admiral thoughtfully, waiting for his reply. There were a dozen issues Ju'unthor might wish to bring to Ander's attention, though considering the level of interaction their respective forces had shared thus far, Ander wondered if there would be much he could do to assuage the latest of the Ewok Jedi's concerns. Even so, it was his responsibility to give the man a fair shout, and do what he could to help things along. His offer of greater assistance to the efforts on Yavin IV had been summarily turned down by Master Rawkill, which had come as no surprise. His forces had picked up clean up duty, which suited them just fine, though was a waste of his commandos' talents. GALSAF personnel were trained in far more than simple combat arms and tactics. They studied linguistics, physics, medicine, and diplomacy, alongside slicing and programming as well as mechanics and engineering. Every one of their commandos had something to offer from their life before their enlistment in the force, and that knowledge was co-opted into the training and re-training of their personnel. But it was a Jedi world, Ander had to concede, and in keeping with GALSAF's Charter and Regulations, he wouldn't attempt to force aid on anyone who didn't want it. So Ander had taken what Rawkill had made available to him, clean up duty. The task was simple, but had yielded a cache of beskar collected from the remains of Mandalorian vehicles and starships leftover by the invasion, as well as a variety of other useful materials. Ander assumed the gathering of Mandalorian iron was what the diminutive Ewok Jedi had chosen to raise issue with.
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Crystaall Sehefadu
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Mar 23, 2014 14:02:25 GMT -8
*Kaytra was about to respond about @crystaalls arms normally being like that. When she was distracted by a ship landing hard in the hangar. As a pilot herself, she couldn't help but cringe some at the landing. She eyed the man for a second before turning back to Crystaall.*
"Nothing ever seems easy when the Jedi show up. Nor does it ever seem to end very well for those who their trying to help. Me, I try staying away from such things. Guess I kinda take after my father in that regard."
*crystaall laughed and patted Kaytra on the shoulder. She had a big smile on her face.* "Well at least I know we see eye to eye on this Tatham. I only wish the Jedi knew how to settle disputes without their egos. They don't carry the same title they did before the Clone Wars. But I was never there, so I can't really say anything too harsh. Let's just say there is little respect for the Jedi assisstance, at least for me." |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 18:32:36 GMT -8
*Kaytra gave a chuckle at @crystaalls words.* "Unfortunately it seems as if their all getting that way anymore. Either that or I'm just being cynical." *She paused for a moment, her gaze seemed to stare off into space. Just as quickly as the expression appeared, it vanished as she looked back at Crystaall.* "I remember my grandfather telling me stories about the Jedi. I was still only a child at the time. My cousin and I would sit by him as he took the helm of the old frigate we called home and listen as he told us what things were like during those times." *Her expression faded into a look of sadness.* "That seems like a lifetime ago."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 19:28:44 GMT -8
Admiral Ju'unthor couldn't help but take note of the 30 extra GALSAF Commando's as they decloaked and surrounded Ju'unthor and his guard of 20 Republic Commando's. It was just one of a number of issues the Admiral had to bring up with Ander Tagira, all of which would be well heard by the GALSAF commander. If things were to turn ugly, there was still another 70 Commando's on immediate standby, whilst another 800 odd Commando's were spread throughout the Temple, a couple hundred of them currently working clean up duty out in the grounds around the Temple.
Regardless of his feelings though, he kept a calm and cool demeanour as Ander joined him and lit up a cigarette before asking what Ju'unthor had for him. He considered the man to have a great deal of self-importance, to address Ju'unthor in such a manner as if he reported to Ander as some higher officer
=Admiral Ju'unthor=
Firstly, Commander Tagira, you'll address me as Admiral Ju'unthor. I am neither your brother, nor your friend, or some lesser officer who reports to you. Secondly, this is a Sacred Temple, and I will not have such filth polluting the air. Now, as for what we need to discuss, I think we should start with the fact you and your men were meant to have left the Temple Grounds some time ago, and move onto the fact you seem to have completely ignored Master Rawkill's message and seem to be doing what ever you feel like, despite proclaiming vehemently that GALSAF desires to work alongside others...
Master Rawkill arrived to the Hangar Bay, just as Admiral Ju'unthor finished saying his piece, soon followed by the 70 Republic Commando's who marched in through the entrance and took up positions around the edge of the hangar bay. Rawkill took note of those still in the Hangar, a couple of whom belonged to the Yavin Praxeum, whilst the rest were GALSAF personnel.
As he approached the GALSAF commander, he waved his hand, using making use of Alter Environment to create a controlled gust of wind to expel the toxic smoke from the Hangar, before then forming a concentrated vacuum around the tip of the cigarette to deprive the burning compound of an air source. For the time being, his lightsabers remained clipped to his belt
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
I really would expect better of a former Jedi, than to smoke inside a Jedi Temple. Regardless though, I am here to officially act on behalf of both the Jedi High Council, the Republic, and the Headmaster of the Yavin Praxeum. GALSAF is no longer required here on Yavin IV and any further return by your armed forces will constitute an act of aggression. However, if you wish to come visit the Temple on your own behalf, and not at the head of a personal army whom views themselves as above all governments and laws, then we will welcome you to come and learn. Any Mandalorian or Jedi equipment you have not moved off world is to be left behind, and I assure you, our men will be watching closely. If you so please, feel free to denote a planet to where we can ship the Durasteel, although I am sure I would not be wrong to assume you'll denote Contruum as the drop off point...
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Post by Ander Tagira on Mar 23, 2014 22:57:00 GMT -8
Ander almost laughed. And he would have if he didn't already know the Jedi weren't more than ready to continue making fools of themselves, which would result in the needless loss of life on both sides. Beyond the Jedi's strength, GALSAF had three more battalions lying in wait, a force nearly double the size in dismounted soldiers alone. Of course, having once been a Jedi himself, Ander didn't expect reason to succeed here. As Ju'unthor expelled his evenly spoken, yet nonetheless hardened choice of words, Ander patiently drew on his cigarette. The man was a professional, that much was clear, and was much appreciated in the face of such lacking on his companions' part. Whatever Ju'unthor thought he knew about Ander's disposition towards him, however, was horribly skewed. Ander saw the man as his equal, hence the familiar manner in which he addressed the Admiral. Unfortunately, Ju'unthor obviously believed Ander saw him as an inferior. It was interesting to see how adverse to friendly terms military men often were, Ander thought to himself. As Master Rawkill came into view in the background of his vision, Ander cut the Admiral off from his tirade, the former Jedi's words loud enough to echo from the far reaches of the hangar. His face was contorted with frustration, his eyes narrowed sharply. "Look, friend, I'm no stranger to formality, but that's not the way I operate, so whatever kliknik crawled up your shebs and died, you'd be better off having it removed. We got work done as intended, and I'll remind you we did so without firing a kriffing shot. You're free to entertain whatever delusions your commanders have, but I've spent more time in war than you've spent in that uniform, so sock it. Working alongside others doesn't mean licking their damn boots." With that, Ander flicked the remains of his cigarette at the Admiral's feet, the cherry summarily extinguished by the waddling Ewok's simplistic display of Force power. Ander turned on his heel and walked away, cramming his helmet over his head and leaving the Jedi Master to chitter at his backside, his words ignored.
Get your osik folks, we're done here. Ander barked to the Commandos hovering around, Master Rawkill's voice still struggling to overcome the size of his species' vocal cords. Sergent Tet'en shook his head, chuckling to himself as he slung his gear pack over his shoulders and led the platoon out of the hangar bay where their gunships lay in wait. He put out the Commander's orders via the Battalion comm channel as they walked out into the chill night air. Ander left the Republic soldiers and their leaders behind, grabbing his own gear pack from the mouth of the hangar and slinging it into the troop bay of a waiting gunship. Their carrier gunships lifted off the ground and began locking their large mandibles over their assigned vehicles, waiting only long enough for the crews to seal away their hatches before taking off into the night sky.
Ander stepped up into the troop bay of the gunship as the rest of the company mounted their own vessels, the bay doors of each sliding forward and sealing themselves closed before taking off with the familiar thrumming sound of their engines. He turned and grasped the support rail above his head with one hand and looked down on the Jedi remaining in the hangar, the T-shaped visor shining with the reflecting light of the setting sun. Ander brought his free hand up to the brow of his helmet in a mock, two-fingered salute extended towards the Ewok and his companions. Then the troop bay door slid shut across his vision, locking away the view of the planet below he'd once called home.
That home died with the Yavin Jedi. Ander muttered to himself. Sergent Tet'en looked towards him. What's that Tagira? Ander shook his head. It's nothing.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 3:57:57 GMT -8
Rawkill smiled, stopping mid sentence as Ander and his GALSAF forces packed up their gear and finally attended to their long overdue evacuations. He could tell Admiral Ju'unthor wanted to give Ander a piece of his mind about his childish behaviour, but Rawkill looked up and shook his head, before returning his attention to the departing gunships. The Jedi were no longer the petulant children that had once been prevalent in the past.
The order had matured since Ander had left, and even more since the disappearance of the Yavin Jedi and the restructuring of the Jedi High Council. It had been a long time coming that the Jedi begun to view the Galaxy as it was, and not as people would like to believe it was. Wars had consequences, especially when you chose the wrong side, a fact the Jedi would not soon forget. Rawkill gave a salute back to Ander, even if Ander's was more mockery than anything.
With their ships gone, Rawkill turned to Admiral Ju'unthor, somewhat pondering upon the mysteries of how quickly the tablesa and attitudes had turned in such a short time. Like any Jedi, human or otherwise, he was not perfect and prone to rash decisions and making mistakes, thankfully he had been able to better himself and take something away from this. Something he hoped GALSAF would do as well, perhaps in the future they might try to communicate better with organizations upon whose worlds they hoped to operate on
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
Strange how things turned out. We ended up being the one's maintaining their calm and collectedness...
=Admiral Ju'unthor=
Things will definitely be much calmer around here now...
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
That they will. I wish I could say I would miss them... but I don't. At any rate, Organize some ships to transport a portion of the left over Durasteel to Contruum, They may be Jensaarai, but our predecessors made peace with them once. The rest shall be used in the rebuilding here and on other affected worlds.
=Admiral Ju'unthor=
If you say so sir...
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
Oh and when the coast is clear, we should start moving the beskar back here. I have an idea for some of it...
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Mar 24, 2014 5:10:29 GMT -8
*Crystaall had tapped into Ander's coms only a few moments ago, luckily hearing his order to leave. She looked at Kaytra and made a signal with her hand that she should probably go to her own ship and get off Yavin.*
"We can talk later vadoza1."
*Crystaall then gave her only a nod and pressed a button on her wrist that began to flash green. It had two second intervals and she soon saw the ship she called. Her black YT-1300 had begun to land in a spot where it was mostly empty in the hangar. Crystaall then put her right wrist up to her mouth, pressing another button to activate her link with GALSAF's communications.*
-Ander, this is Crystaall. I assume I have the authority to have my ship dock with the Basterd's Hand?-
*She said this with an ego at her back as she made her way up the Dragon Hawke's ramp and hitting the button that closed it up. She moved toward the cockpit and nodded at her rodian companion as they both sat down, getting the bucket of bolts out of the hangar with efficiency and speed.*
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Post by Zimmy on Mar 24, 2014 9:48:31 GMT -8
Zimmy had just completed his evacuation protocol when Ander sent out the word to pack up and go home. With the help of a young Twi'lek commando, he hoisted a portable shield generator into its storage slot aboard one of the transports in the Hangar Bay. The Jedi's appearance and incomprehensible need to treat the GALSAF members here with hostility and contempt was completely out of character very strange. Was there a Dark Jedi influencing them? Perhaps their commander had a tummy ache? Whatever the problem, it was no longer Zimmy's to deal with. Though if corruption was found in their ranks, it might become ZImmy's problem once again. He loaded the last few things onto the gunship and boarded it, taking his usual spot next to the viewport. He loved to watch a planet shrink beneath him as the transport rose through the atmosphere.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 13:22:02 GMT -8
*Kaytra gave a nod to Crystaall when she said that they could talk later. She had noticed that things had taken a less then friendly turn in a hurry. Grabbing her gear she quickly made her way to the nearest gunship. She climbed aboard moments before the troop bay door slid shut. It was then that she realized that she was standing behind Ander Tagira. Even though she couldn't see his face, she could almost feel slight agitation from him, maybe even some sadness. She wasn't force sensitive, so she couldn't be entirely sure. Kaytra studied him a moment longer before turning her black and green prosthetic eyes towards the others in the ship.*
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Post by Ander Tagira on Mar 24, 2014 14:10:03 GMT -8
As the gunship shook beneath his booted feet, Ander knew they were approaching the uppermost atmosphere of Yavin IV. Crystaall contacted him to confirm her landing permissions aboard the Basterd's Hand, to which he replied immediately, struggling to keep the frustration from his voice. Of course, Sehefadu, we've established permanent docking permissions with your vessel's primary transponder codes. I'll see you aboard the Hand. With that, Ander returned his thoughts to the fate of the planet below. The Jedi he'd met there may have thought themselves as beings without crucial flaws, but it did not stop those flaws from existing. The Order he knew during his days as a Jedi suffered the turbulence of men like himself, but the Order he saw in Rawkill and his companions told him such ideals had become the norm. It was a disturbing revelation, one that he logged away in his mind, for future reference. Their interactions in the system over the last couple of days had been mainly between Jedi forces, though Ander knew damages to relations with the Republic government would follow. The Jedi still maintained a great influence throughout the Galaxy. Ander would have preferred they remain locked away in their Temples, seeking fruitless knowledge. Even his own attempts to better the Galaxy under the mantle of the Jedi Order had yielded little but conflict. Briefly, he entertained the idea that the Mandalorian Clans may have been right after all...
The remaining GALSAF units completed their current tasks, sealing their selected cargo within the holds of their transports. In light of the manner in which their mission had ended, the majority of the materials organized by their forces were taken, rather than being left for the Jedi as originally planned. This included the bodies of fallen Mandalorian soldiers, though the remains of Yavin Peacekeeping Taskforce personnel were left where they had been organized. A portable shielding system was placed within the formation of corpses to protect the remains against the appetites and curiosity of the local wildlife. The transports left the moon's surface as soon as their holds were filled and armed escorts were assigned to bring them to rest within the bays of GALSAF's fleet.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Mar 24, 2014 20:20:54 GMT -8
*Nathan didn't respond to Alexis's query about a tour, still stunned silent over her casual quip about his wife, Alora. That moment had almost felt like a hundred electric bolts shooting through his brain, sending shivers down his spin, raising goosebumps all over his skin... and yet, for all of that, still no kirffing memories came flooding back.*
After a moment, Nathan's now very vulnerable eyes locked onto Alexis's eyes, and bored deep intense holes into her as if he was trying to pull the memories straight from her.*"Alora...?" "Malreaux. Your wife." Her voice was gentle, even as she stepped up beside him and pulled his arm through hers so he could lean on her."Come with me, Nathan." Judging from the symptoms he was giving off, and an instinct that she couldn't explain, Alexis felt that she needed to get him to the Infirmary quickly.
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Post by Nathan Malreaux on Mar 25, 2014 14:43:51 GMT -8
"Oh... okay."
*Nathan followed instinctively, blinking rapidly as he tried to readjust his consciousness back to reality. Following his former padawan down the hallways had a disconcerting feel to it. Almost hallow, emotionless, without substance. In the back of his head, Nathan knew he was undergoing shock, but it seemed to make little difference.*
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