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Post by Keith-070 on Jan 18, 2016 22:59:57 GMT -8
*Tom closed his eyes and chuckled at Keith's statement of it being "better this way." The man always had been so duty-focused. Except when Morgan was involved... Ah yes, unsurprisingly, the topic had turned to her, indirectly, as the supersoldier indicated the akk dog and asked if it was a pet of hers. Nodding as he examined the majestic beast, Tom explained,* "That is Rush, whom she acquired on Haruun Kal, where akk dogs originate. She never actually meant to end up on Haruun Kal, but I hear she had quite the accidental adventure, including meeting this fine creature and befriending him. Akk dogs bond to one Force-sensitive host for life, and they become inseparable." *The story of Morgan's adventure on Haruun Kal hadn't been entirely pretty, Tom knew, but he figured those details should come from Morgan herself, not secondhand. Looking back towards Keith, he decided to preemptively fill him in on some of the details.* "Morgan is doing very well. Become stronger and stronger. Often the best performer in her classes, and spends many a day in the wilderness, furthering her bond with her mother. You would be very proud of her, I'm sure," *he concluded with a warm smile.* "I'm sure," *he echoed in answer, nodding his head curtly.* "She's a hell of a warrior." *"As I've said many times before," he thought.
His attention turned from the gathered masses to a new arrival, someone else whose bearings seemed significantly military, seeming a bit out of their element. Perhaps waiting for someone to see them, but, perhaps due to the apparent influx in dealings this day, was finding themselves waiting longer than they'd thought. Turning towards Tom, Keith nodded in the man's direction, suggesting,* "This one seems lost. Maybe we should go say hello." "Really?" *came the female voice at last, utilizing his helmet speakers so she could be heard to the outside world as well.* "You're that desperate for some kind of action you're volunteering for greeter?" " Now you talk," *Keith deadpanned.*"Better late than never. Good to see you, Tom, even though we'd hardly met. Name's Corinne, in case you've forgotten." |
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Jan 18, 2016 23:09:25 GMT -8
*"Hell of a warrior"? That was a new description of Morgan Tom had never heard, but its accuracy made him smile. It was the truth indeed; both of them knew just how strong she was and just what kinds of hardships she'd endured. Tom's reveries were cut short as he turned toward the direction indicated by Keith, noting the starship and its seemingly single occupant standing just outside. Tom was not opposed to more gentle diplomacy, but before he could respond, a familiar voice had cut in, originating from Keith's own helmet.
Ah, banter... He had almost forgotten Keith's AI companion, largely due to Tom's dealings with the pair being minimal compared to the supersoldier's other comrades. Why she'd remained silent this long was curious, but at least she'd made her presence known. Turning back to face Keith, Tom smiled warmly and gave a nod.* "I remember. Good to... hear from you. It's odd looking at one person while addressing another, I must admit." *Chuckling, he shook his head and gestured onward, turning back toward the ship.* "Well, onward then, and let's see if we can guide this wayward soul."
*He turned and approached the Seeker-class ship and its occupant, approaching with Keith in tow. Once within speaking distance, he greeted,* "Hello there, and welcome to the Jedi Base. I am Tom Klanzo and this here is Keith. Is there any way we may be of service?"
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Post by Hezziah Erenos on Jan 19, 2016 20:38:12 GMT -8
*He let his mind wander as a vast multitude of different types of travelers passed him by. Although they did not all look like Jedi, he knew that the majority of them had come for the same reason that he had. Everyone knew dark forces were rebuilding themselves. It was on the tip of everyone's tongue, and yet no one truly knew what was taking place in the reaches of space where many were still too apprehensive to even pass through. Keeping this is mind, Hezziah was not that surprised to see so many people rush to the bastion of the Light Side of the Force that was Felucia. In the presence of the Jedi here, people could finally feel an ease from the burden of paranoia and experience the kind of order that only Jedi could provide.
As Hezziah was just coming back to the realm of consciousness from being so lost in thought, he noticed two individuals approaching him. Turning towards them and trying to sound as professional as possible, he introduced himself to the two of them as if his future depended on it....Simply because it most likely did.*
"It's nice to meet both of you. My name is Hezziah Erenos from the Core Worlds, Metellos to be exact. I came seeking to aid the Jedi in their efforts in whatever way they would have me. Sadly, I have never felt the 'Force', but I still have felt a calling upon my life to help those in need. And since the Jedi are fabled for this, I felt that they were the best avenue for this. I do have a background in security and was pretty much raised up with a pistol in my hand, struggling to survive in the underbelly of the cities of Metellos. But, that part of my life is over, and I'm seeking a life that is lived more for others than myself. I really am not sure who I should be telling all this, but I guess you two are just as good as anyone.
*Realizing that he had spent the last few minutes rambling on, he quickly ended his prepared speech and waited with anticipation for either approval or rejection from the two officials before him. *
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Jan 20, 2016 19:48:03 GMT -8
*Hezziah Erenos, a man who could not touch the Force, but wished to bring his talents to the Jedi to be utilized for the preservation of peace. That reminded Tom of someone else, and he gave the armored soldier behind him a quick glance over his shoulder, accompanied by a smile. Turning back to the new arrival, Tom replied,* "You are not alone in that desire. I'm sure the Jedi here will find a use for your skills, perhaps with the military, unless you think your skills are better suited to another area?" *he asked with an eyebrow raised.*
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jan 21, 2016 8:00:38 GMT -8
Wrench rolled out of the UA into the bustling hangar and began working on the Starboard main engine housing. He wasn't about to tear the plating off and begin a full rebuild here and now, but the damage it had sustained... sometime ago (it looked to be years) had resulted in a semi-permanent 8% efficiency and 4% power output drop, which Counterpart_01 and Master Fel had somehow deemed acceptable, and never intended to rectify. There was time for at least a cursory inspection now, and so Wrench began.
Unfortunately, on a ship as old as the YG-4210, digging into one thing often led to eighteen other things, and this was indeed the case here. What began at the aft Starboard propulsion unit, soon led to a power coupling amidships, and several burnt relays in the bowels of the ship. There was no easy solution but to replace, and repair what was repairable. Interestingly, the small astromech found evidence of power being rerouted through systems that should have been impossible. Systems reports indicated that there had been entire bypasses of the life support system to feed addition power to ancillary systems over the past three years. There were fail-safes that should have made that impossible. There was even an entire section related to navigational deflection of the ancient Navacomp that was non-functional, which should have made the kind of corner-cutting jumps that Master Fel was fond of impossible, and highly dangerous.
Repairs and rerouting of power through repaired and bypassed circuits continued, with Wrench noting the abnormalities of the Unfair Advantage. When finally he met Master Fel, he would have several questions about his apparent need to tread closely to death.
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Post by Hezziah Erenos on Jan 21, 2016 19:07:10 GMT -8
Hezziah smiled as he saw an almost knowing smile spread across one of the men's faces. It looked like he was successful in conveying what he wanted to do here without sounding like too much of an idealistic brat from the Core Worlds.
"I'm glad to hear it! I look forward to working with like-minded people in order to serve the good! Military sounds fine to me, but I have also said to be very effective in the few more covert ops that I was a part of. As long as I get to work with these fabled Jedi that I've heard so much about, I'm happy wherever! Thank you so much for this opportunity and I will work my hardest to make sure you never regret it!"
"Hmmm....I guess since I don't really know the structure of your operations, it would be best to leave my position up to your discretion. I am willing to work my way up if I have to!"
Hezziah smiled as he conceded his future to the men before him hoping that they might put him in a position where adventure and thrill followed him constantly.
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Post by Alpharius on Jan 23, 2016 10:55:23 GMT -8
Slotting home a clip of specialized armour piercing slugs into his silenced Adjudicator pistol, Alpharius racked the slide and slipped the weapon into his thigh holster. Slapping the cover shut with a connective snap, the Infiltrator began cycling through the entirety of his arsenal - before affixing the arms to his shadow clad form. A secondary pistol was lashed to the small of his back, while his viciously serrated combat knife was was pushed into a shoulder-mounted sheathe. Though his armament ritual would've demanded that he equip himself with the various tools of his trade, he had forgone the trademarked infiltrator Multi-tool and many grenades and detonation charges that would be dangled from his obsidian threaded combat webbing. He didn't need them for a meeting with members of the Jedi Order, and it would've been a waste of valuable time. Besides, he figured that if he had pissed the Jedi off - Alpharius doubted that he would be able to lob a single grenade before there were over a dozen lightsabers speared through his chest.
Smiling at that thought, the Infiltrator tapped his wrist-bound commlink twice, sending a pulsed chirrup to those he was supposed to meet with - signalling them that he had arrived. With the deed done, he dropped his arm to his side and walked through the curved corridors of his ship. Passing by the tunnel that had lead to the cockpit as he made his way towards the Storage hold, the man caught sight of his Pilot Droid exiting the forward module.
"I want you to stay with the ship; I don't plan on being long. Prep the guest quarters and load up the mission details on the central display table in the Lounge."
:: Aye, Sir. :: The Droid had intoned, before moving off to carry out his Master's will.
Moments later, as the Infiltrator had punched the console, the recently arrived YT-2400 freighter let out bursts of hydraulic steam as the cargo ramp descended. They bathed the shadow-cloaked man with jets of harmless fumes as he marched down the durasteel grating and stepped out onto the Hangar Deck after that.
Now free of his vessel, Alpharius waited for the Jedi to arrive.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Jan 23, 2016 14:30:38 GMT -8
*Only a short time had passed since the arrival of the Aurelian when the Quiet Perseverance arrived in tow, its captain's business having been attended to in short time. He'd made his arrival known from orbit, contacting his family to let them know he had returned. So it was no surprise that, when he'd parked the ship in its designated area and descended the ramp with Michelle, he was greeted by his wife, three daughters, and Mina. Her expression, as usual, was mostly neutral, but with clear relief; for her, that may as well have meant she was overjoyed.
She took a step forward as though to run for him, but was beaten by Kayla, greeting him with her trademark cry of "Daddy!" before leaping at him. He smiled and caught her, but at eight years old, she had been starting to grow a bit large for this type of thing; amusing, seeing as Morgan herself was the perfect size for this despite being two years older. He hugged his firstborn daughter before setting her back on the ground, preparing to step forward to greet the rest of his family, smiling at the year-old Lucina babbling happy at the sight of her father.
Then suddenly, Mina ran toward him with her own arms outstretched.
Aerandir allowed surprise to show for only a brief moment before he knelt down to accept her into his own arms. This was a first; up until now, the most physical affection she'd shown him was to sit beside him and allow him to put an arm around her. Even though he'd gotten her to smile a time or two, she had still remained pretty reserved. The separation between them—however brief—must have gotten to her, coupled with the lack of any true physical intimacy in... who knew how long? He wondered, would she let him carry her?
He shifted his arms and then stood, lifting her and holding her on his hip. She seemed surprised only briefly, but didn't protest, bracing herself by placing her hands on his shoulders for support. He smiled at her.* "Told you I'd see you soon." *She gave a small smile back.
Pleased he was successful, he kept her in his arms as he met the rest of his family, giving each of them a one-armed hug in greeting.* "It's so far a success," *he reported, then nodded toward the YT-2400 that had just arrived.* "Even more than I'd hoped. I've got some more talks to make—" *A whimper from Mina disrupted his thoughts and he looked into her face, fearful he would leave her again. Smiling sadly, he stroked some hair out of her face before reassuring her,* "I won't actually be leaving the planet this time. For a little while." *She seemed only somewhat eased by this news, resting her head on his shoulder. She would have to get over this separation anxiety at some point, but he would work her towards that goal gently as he could. Looking back at Cassie and Morgan, he continued his original thought,* "Anyway, more talks to make, but we've got ourselves a fleet at least.
"Our new contact over there, Alpharius, he's a former Republic officer himself, was actually at Mon Cal. He caught wind of my endeavors and offered to join fores, hence it going better than I'd hoped." *He made to set Mina down, but she protested, which gave him pause. She desired, nay, needed this close affection... and it was the first time she had shown it. He wasn't going to take that away from her right now... or from himself. So, keeping her hoisted, he approached Alpharius, family in tow.*
"Welcome to Felucia!" *he greeted officially. Glancing around at his female companionship, he added,* "This is my family. Anyway, while I myself have to tend to furthering talks with other potential allies, I'm more than certain you'll be able to find the people you're looking for to get the job done."
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Post by Alpharius on Jan 23, 2016 15:40:10 GMT -8
Standing before Alpharius now, was an image of what could've been. A happy family. His jaw clenched as he watched them approach, forcing himself to flush the memory out of his mind. That wasn't his life, nor could it ever be. He would simply have to accept it. Having pushed the painful recollection aside, the Infiltrator stood straighter as Aerandir and his Clan had approached. Out of respect, and swiftly becoming a new habit, the man removed his half-mask and gazed upon those that funneled in around him.
"You have a beautiful family, Master Calmcacil." The Epicanthix had said with a smile, nodding to each as the words trailed from his lips, "And even more beautiful home."
He paused for a moment and coughed once to clear his throat.
"Anyways, I won't keep you. I'm sure you've got plenty to take care of before the day's out. Thank you, I'm sure I'll find who I need here to borrow some items from the Imperials and their fancy train."
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Jan 23, 2016 16:38:45 GMT -8
It had been some time since the Bothan had found himself in stark-blacks. The tightness he felt against his chest was almost nostalgic. Na'me looked over his tac-gear, making a mental checklist of the materials he'd found necessary for this endeavor. Why Aedon had suddenly felt compelled to test the strength of this "Alliance," the Bothan had no idea; but he knew that his captain needed a better assessment of its abilities before deciding to throw his lot in with them. Were they even calling it an "Alliance" yet? Alpharius seemed to be making the hard sell when he pitched the idea to Aedon a week ago, saying that this was to be the "opening conflict that would set the stage to save a galaxy" or some nonsense of the sort. Perhaps this was just the occasion that Na'me needed to gather more info on the operation.His body armor secured, the Bothan began doing his QC's of his weaponry before holstering them and storing his ammo packs in the pouches along his bandoleer.*
*As he went through the motions, his eyes glanced around at the walls of the makeshift armory aboard Alpharius' freighter. There wasn't much to be keenly-impressed with, although Na'me knew that the "Veritas" was once overlooked in much of the same fashion. Still, "She has it where it counts," Aedon would always say. And so, the Bothan wouldn't be so quick to judge a ship based on its bulkheads. Sighting down his twin Mandalorian heavy blasters, Mira and Luka, Na'me checked the Tibanna levels with a flick of the switch. After he heard the familiar charging tone from each blaster as they sung to him so sweetly, he slid them into their underarm holsters with ease. Repeating the process with his hold-out blaster, he slid it into his hideaway holster in the small of his back. Following his checks on his det-packs and thermite charges, he stowed them away in his tactical hard-cases on both thighs. And, finally, he picked up his sticky-det rifle, breaking the lock to check the delivery chamber before clicking it back into place. The mechanical locking sound sent a small shiver of delight up his spine. It had been a little while since he'd had the opportunity to work with hardware like this. It was...satisfactory.
After securing the rifle to his tac-harness and swinging it around to his back, the Bothan secured his gear, and then tied the hair of his "mane" back into his usual rogue-knot to keep it from his eyes. Gone was the look of the hapless smuggler, replaced now with the much more-menacing demeanor of the former Sith Commando. Even as his brow furrowed, the Bothan caught a glimpse of his look in the mirror before him. The solemn gaze he stared back at himself with was a familiar sight in recent weeks. Regardless, he knew he had a mission to perform, and he needed only to take his first steps out of the ship to realize the gravity of the situation.*
*It was an unusual hangar, filled with all manner of freighters and starfighters. Jedi starfighters, at that. Na'me smirked to himself at the thought that Aedon would have to swallow his pride and work with - what he called - "Force-Jockeys" once again, and then sidled across the hangar bay to where Alpharius stood with - who he assumed - was one of the Jedi-in-question. He had a couple of younglings surrounding him, to which, the Bothan simply gave a polite nod. The two gentlemen seemed to be finishing up a discussion just as he approached, so the Bothan decided to hold his tongue and continue listening to the conversation.Folding his arms behind him, Na'me stood at parade-ease.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2016 17:26:01 GMT -8
Master Rawkill made his way into the hangar bay, his regular lightsabers hanging from his belt, whilst sporting a pair of new saber hilts across his back, as he made his way over to The Epicanthix. He offered the man a short bow as he stopped a couple feet from him, as Jedi Knight Andrew North arrived a couple seconds later, before the Ewok Master addressed their new friend
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
I assume you are Alpharius? I hear you are recruiting some help for a mission, to which I would like to offer my aide, and that of Jedi Knight North...
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Post by Alpharius on Jan 23, 2016 19:03:14 GMT -8
The former Assassin didn't know what to say. He knew that it was possible for the natives of Endor to be Force-sensitive - it was simply natural for any living being to become gifted with such a curse - what he didn't expect was that the furry creature spoke Galatic Basic. That was entirely different from what he had expected. With the momentary shock passing him by, Alpharius looks down at the cloaked Ewok Jedi and smiled.
"You'd be correct in that assumption," He said with the trailing edge of surprise painting his words. "And I'd be glad to have you along."
The Infiltrator paused for a moment as he heard his Bothan companion's tread behind him. Offering the Ewok Jedi before him a thumb pointed in the other furry creature's direction, he continued.
"Besides, the more company I have, the less silent our transit will be. Unless the two of you are taking your own rides, once we dock with the Adamant Resolve."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2016 19:44:00 GMT -8
Rawkill was relieved to know that he had indeed found the person he was looking for, otherwise that would have been very awkward. He then shifted his gaze to study the Bothan that was with Alpharius, before turning his gaze back upon the Epicanthix
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
We've got our own ride, but we'll be joining the Adamant for the ride over, if that's ok?
As the conversation was taking place, Athos and Constance were busy preparing The Northspear for the mission ahead, alongside the small crew that was a mix of humans, selonians, and drall. Whilst the others would be present, they were merely there to provide air support and pilot the ship, whilst Rawkill and Andrew would be on the ground so to speak
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Jan 23, 2016 20:12:53 GMT -8
Seeing the two newer individuals walking up, Na'me thought them to be a rather...unique pair. Upon closer inspection, the Bothan visibly raised an eyebrow. He had figured the Ewok to be the human's primitive companion, or possibly even his pet. To see (and hear) him respond in the manner he did, coupled with what was visible of his armaments, he had a difficult time believing what it was he was seeing. As for him volunteering his compatriot's aid, that could only mean that he was of equal rank or higher within the Order. The thought that an Ewok had managed to ascend to the level of Jedi Master was a harrowing prospect for the Bothan, who used to sit in conference with titans of the Dark Side such as the Tyrian Triumvirate. But that was a different lifetime. It felt like eons ago. Regardless, Na'me was far from that lifestyle now. He wasn't even Force-sensitive, himself.*
*At the Epicanthix's comment, Na'me couldn't help but grin and shake his head. "Less silent" indeed. The Bothan was usually "all-business" when it came to a mission. Maybe that's why Alpharius had made the comment. And yet, the Ewok had declined the offer for transport. Na'me followed the Jedi's gaze as he looked over at the other vessel, and gave a quiet nod to himself as he considered the implication that they were going in strong with more than a few vessels under their command.Leaning in toward Alpharius, the Bothan whispered.
"So, I take it we're looking to 'make an impression' here? Not exactly a quiet entry, with all of these ships."
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Post by Alpharius on Jan 23, 2016 20:48:55 GMT -8
If they were to take on any more passengers, Alpharius believed that the Adamant Resolve, for once in it's short and distinguished career, would finally reach the vessel's maximum complement. It was far from a bad thing, and he had wondered what a sight like that would inspire within his frozen heart.
"It's more than alright, Master..." He wasn't sure of the Ewok's name though he had wanted to assume it was Rawkill. Something that Master Aerandir had mentioned in passing during their transit. He would've said the monicker aloud, but it would've been awkward if he had labelled the wrong man with the wrong name.
That was when the Bothan had leaned in close and had spoken about making an impression. While he would've loved to show off to the Jedi, there wouldn't be any point. They'd just swallow their awe and preach to him about a waste of effort it'd have been. Plus, adding in that he was a guest here wouldn't do him any favours. He had to be grateful for such an honour - not just anyone could fly into a Jedi Base and converse with the Masters after all.
Tilting his head to the side, but keeping his attention on the Ewok Jedi, Alpharius responded - though in a language that he assumed only his companion could understand - and retained his pleasant smile to ensure that his words bore no ill will.
"Minmin duv Uhl Lumo'sinior hav io kviehil sufich Al alumeho mia cip Fho kass tech. Minmin Bey ne Ihn venhumi de acvohrair n Imperia terihorio de Ihn grand shantarto dir tio Minmin Bey Ihn Rivel ay. Tamen, ni Nyiad Zals Uhl helpi ni Doko havil, tia flecs Uhl relul devas ne morhili nin. se li faras, Minmin pensi Minmin Cnous Ihn ulo Hyon Doko alcontuci nin Bhiq."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2016 20:58:41 GMT -8
Rawkill paused for a moment, as he realized he'd yet to actually intoduce himself, despite having introduced Andrew. Well, that was embaressing for him, he gave a smile and a nod of his head
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
Rawkill. I look forward to working with you both...
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Post by Alpharius on Jan 23, 2016 21:01:03 GMT -8
Still smiling, Alpharius nodded.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Master Rawkill, and the feeling is mutual."
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Jan 23, 2016 21:26:43 GMT -8
That was when the Bothan had leaned in close and had spoken about making an impression. While he would've loved to show off to the Jedi, there wouldn't be any point. They'd just swallow their awe and preach to him about a waste of effort it'd have been. Plus, adding in that he was a guest here wouldn't do him any favours. He had to be grateful for such an honour - not just anyone could fly into a Jedi Base and converse with the Masters after all.
Tilting his head to the side, but keeping his attention on the Ewok Jedi, Alpharius responded - though in a language that he assumed only his companion could understand - and retained his pleasant smile to ensure that his words bore no ill will."Minmin duv Uhl Lumo'sinior hav io kviehil sufich Al alumeho mia cip Fho kass tech. Minmin Bey ne Ihn venhumi de acvohrair n Imperia terihorio de Ihn grand shantarto dir tio Minmin Bey Ihn Rivel ay. Tamen, ni Nyiad Zals Uhl helpi ni Doko havil, tia flecs Uhl relul devas ne morhili nin. se li faras, Minmin pensi Minmin Cnous Ihn ulo Hyon Doko alcontuci nin Bhiq." |
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Post by Andrew James North on Jan 24, 2016 1:24:40 GMT -8
:: Jedi Base - Hangar 15:50 Hours Felucian ::
"Wabash Cannonball" - Andrew, Rawkill, Alpharius, Aedon, et al.
You must pay for everything in this world, one way and another. - Maddie Ross, True Grit.
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Felucia's sun began to set, filling pools of orange light on the grey tarmac and wildly-colored Felucian foliage as the two Jedi stepped out onto the enclave's landing pads. On the tarmac, a concerto of preparation began to unfold around three ships resting on the outer pads. Crews loaded fuel lines, checked engines, checked cannons. They were readying. Readying for what, someday, may be more than they bargained for, and more than anyone wanted. War, the damned black hound, had begun to bay across the Outer Rim. She never dies, the hound, nor can she stay leashed for long, and when she bays - death always follows.
The padded steps of Rawkill mingled with the rough tread of a wanderer's boots. An oddly paired group, Rawkill and the other. Towering behind the Ewok stood a scarecrow of an Echani, Andrew North. As he walked, North's knifelike face bent into a scowl and he looked, for the most part, down at the back of Rawkill's furry head, lost in the confines of his own. Orange light passed over Rawkill and Andrew in bands as they walked forward, the day here at least, was ending.
Lawlessness always reigned in the Rim. The Republic, the Empire, and the Republic from the ashes tried, and fell short, fell short every time, to bring order to them, to bind the Rim, and keep it safe for beings who lived on it's rough-hewn worlds. But, the Rim resists order, and all manner of anarchy festers inside it. Both evil, caused by the Hutts, the syndicates, and the slavers, preying on the hopeless, fingering their nose at the Republic, daring it to come and stamp them out. And good. The Outer Rim breeds rebellion, breeds the kind of discontent that overthrows a Galactic empire, and rebuilds the republic.
Guardians like Andrew sat in the festering mess and dealt with it. Of the Guardians, there is a small sect, smaller now that in older years, of Peacekeepers. Jedi who help ensure the Republic's laws are enforced in the rim, who ensure that the weak and defenseless have a barrier between them, and things that would abuse, destroy, and enslave them.
Yet, this time, a different sort of wound had begun to fester in the Rim. A new shadow crept across worlds, slowly and deliberately. The reports were scattered, and broken at first, but the old Remnant worlds were stirring. New garrisons, new factories. Never in quantity, but always consistent. Andrew knew the Rim well enough to listen, but the Remnant's actions were static, feedback. At least they were, until Muunilinst. Until the Remnant found a sword. A fortnight ago, a hooded man bearing an orange lighsaber killed, no, murdered, the chairman of the former Intergalactic Banking Clan.
And, as the saber fell, the man, Soku Ren, called for the brining of order.
Since then, the Remnant began moving, began building again.
Garqi.
From what he had pieced together from Jedi Shadow intel, and from scattered Holonet and Sector reports, the Remnant had been tilling Garqi hard, turning the agricultural world into a garrison base. They were planning something, but what, well, that's what Rawkill asked him to find out. Still Soku's words stuck in his head.
"Whatever afterlife there may be, you will be damned to its deepest circle."
" We will bring order, and crush those who oppose us"
How many more, he thought, will perish because they refuse to bend, refuse to bow. How many more?
Andrew's eyes wandered briefly to the jungle surrounding the hangar pads, menacing against the Tarmac. He'd spent most of his life on western rim worlds, bathed in dust, water, or cloud. They had their own dangers, yes, but at least some the entire world wasn't trying to eat you for breakfast. On Felucia, even the grass seemed hungry. He breathed in the heavy afternoon air, and sighed. War is hell, and so is Felucia.
Andrew stood just over six feet, a pale, knifelike, and weathered man with a mournful bearing. His clothes seemed to hang off him a bit, and the gauntness of his walk was made, a bit more ridiculous by his shaggy silver hair and beard. North dressed in black with an armorweave vest and two simple light sabers at his side. While preoccupied, he stepped with a trained elegance that wasted no movement. He had the bearing of a fighter, even if it appeared reluctant.
He looked up as Rawkill started speaking. His eyes went first to the old YT-2400, and it brought a slight smile to the corner of his mouth. Looking at old Corellian ships was a bit like game of guess my secret. They were never what they seemed, and judging by the beings underneath it, this one was no different.
"Yes," North said, nodding. "We're here to provide whatever assistance you need in getting on and off of the supply train in one piece. "
He turned his eyes back to the Epicanthix in the shadow-suit.
"We'll discuss the plans when we get orbital. I'd caution us all to play this one fast and quiet. The last thing we need is attention."
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Post by Nemo on Jan 24, 2016 8:49:41 GMT -8
Nemo walked back through the Hanger after successfully meeting with the Council. They had given him quite the situation to discuss with his officers, oh yes, quite the predicament. What seemed like a large impending conflict was on the horizon and plans needed to be made. This is why the Jedi walked quickly through the hanger and was almost oblivious of the hustle and bustle around him. He walked quickly to the landing pad with his ship still sat on and quickly departed the base for his fleet.
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