Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 28, 2016 18:27:54 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. Malora, trapesing behind Wade, followed Leigh into the hangar, trying to keep up. Both Wade and Leigh had longer legs and were on a roll usin' them. The smuggler bent over her wrist com, talking quickly. Hey. Swinging by the ship to grab a few things before we head out. Looks like these people want us to use their own ship to pick up and transport some fuel, so I'm locking up the UA. I kind of hate leaving her here all alone, so if you wanna stay aboard, I won't mind. Shouldn't take us too long to do this. But if you wanna come with us, I'd welcome your skills. Dunno too much about this vessel of theirs, and we both know Connors and spaceships don't get along.Connors shot her an 'I heard that' look over his shoulder. Malora smirked at him, closing the com link. "Hey, Leigh," she said, jogging to catch up with the robot. "Gotta make a stop at my ship quick. Left a few things I'll need, and I need to fill Wrench in on the plan."A short nod was her only response, and the strange little team navigated the hangar at a decent clip until they arrived at the Unfair Advantage. The ramp was down, and evidence of Wrench's tinkering was evident. Mal grinned as the Astromech came rolling down the gangway. "Wrench! Keeping busy, I see? Come meet our new friend, Leigh." She clomped towards him, tossing a look at Wade over her shoulder. "Connors? You need anything from the ship? Won't be but a minute." |
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jan 29, 2016 18:42:21 GMT -8
Wrench's radome popped up from atop the UA, the little droid extricating himself from one of a dozen open service panels and access hatches in the superstructure. If he were prone to long-winded diatribes, he would assert that 'they' would be hard-pressed to find a better ship, and that 'they' should really reconsider, but then he looked at the current state of the Unfair Advantage, neat stacks of replacement parts littering the dorsal hull, and most of the internals of the starboard main thruster exposed. He felt a little bashful about his work being on display like this, and gave a mournful whistle as situation report. Casting about, he couldn't decide whether to clean up, put it all back where it was, pack it all in and trust that it would all be where he left it when they returned.. .
Hmm. Interesting. Apparently he had decided to accompany Companion_01 on this journey. He filed that bit of data away for the moment, and pipped that he would be descending to join them.
Appearing from the interior, having descended from the dorsal hatch, the aged R2-series wheeled down the planetfall ramp and greeted Connors pleasantly, inquiring hopefully as to the success of their business transaction. Scanning briefly for Companion_01, he saw no trace of her, and concluded with relative (87.3%) accuracy that she must have entered the ship to retrieve belongings.
Turning his attention to 'Leigh', R2-P47 ('Wrench') introduced himself politely, making mention that he was chief mechanic for the impressive ship behind them. It was a little boastful, but accurate. After a thorough examination of his databases, he found no trace of a bipedal droid such as 'Leigh' (which must have been some sort of Terran colloquialism,) and asked with a little awe and honest curiosity what her primary mission parameters and model designation were.
Droid small-talk.
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Post by Ambar Calmcacil on Feb 1, 2016 13:55:15 GMT -8
*Mission accomplished. Always a satisfactory feeling, but to Ambar, this particular mission had been rather personal; the victory, therefore, had felt even more satisfying. He'd removed all vestiges of Sith influence from the world of Sernpidal—vestiges he himself had left behind—and restored the world to order, converting the Sith's bunker into a government building. The people once again governed themselves, with a trained military to defend their planet and keep the peace a rejuvenated, restabilized economy. It had been a lot of work, but Ambar had been willing to invest it.
And it had paid off.
At last, he was returning home, along with his family and the small contingent of military he'd borrowed from Aerandir in order to train the new military. They all deserved a break, and Ambar was happy to be home, along with his sister Samantha and daughter Baylee. He was glad he had brought her along; blunt and literal as she was, she'd made the whole affair easier. And he'd had the suspicion that having the populace see the man as a patient and caring father helped rebuild his image in the eyes of the public.
The public... even they had turned around. Mostly. Some of his skeptics had thanked and even apologized for doubting him, which, in the past, might've made Ambar feel smug; instead, he felt grateful, and had assured them he quite understood their skepticism. There were still the odd few who thought something was up, but he wasn't going to try to further change their minds himself; the planet being on its feet again would see to that.
Ambar's TIE Hunter screamed low towards the base, S-foils folding as it prepared for landing in the hangar. The modified cockpit was normally only suitable for two people, but Baylee was small enough that she could fit in with them on a simple flight from orbit to the surface. She complained a little bit about feeling scrunched, but it made more sense in Ambar's mind than taking separate vehicles and wasting fuel. So she was the first one to climb out of the TIE and hop down from the top, landing in a neat crouch on the ground. She had been rather eager to get off that dusty ball and back to her home, where her friends were. Not that Ambar could blame her; Sernpidal was a boring place. He'd only wanted her there because he missed his daughter.
But he, like her, had missed home, and he was eager to report his successes. As well as take a break. Baylee had already darted ahead into the base proper, leaving Ambar and Samantha to follow along behind her at an easier pace. They were back home...*
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Post by Wade on Feb 18, 2016 19:06:19 GMT -8
A short nod was her only response, and the strange little team navigated the hangar at a decent clip until they arrived at the Unfair Advantage. The ramp was down, and evidence of Wrench's tinkering was evident. Mal grinned as the Astromech came rolling down the gangway. "Wrench! Keeping busy, I see? Come meet our new friend, Leigh." She clomped towards him, tossing a look at Wade over her shoulder. "Connors? You need anything from the ship? Won't be but a minute.""Actually... Yeah." He hadn't been planning on grabbing anything extra, but a glance at her hip brought to mind the blaster he'd picked up in the armory and that faint sense of familiarity it had given him. Couldn't hurt to bring it along, and who knows? Maybe it'll spark something more than a feeling. He slipped inside the ship after her, making his way back to the armory. When he arrived, he ignored the pistol at first and instead went searching for a holster, finding it in a cabinet further back in the room. With that fastened into place on his thigh, he retrieved the pistol and even though it was the first time he remembered even holding one, he ran through the service checks like it was second nature. Probably was, once upon a time. Satisfied that it was in operable condition, he holstered the weapon, grabbed a few spare power packs, and headed back to the ramp. |
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Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 18, 2016 20:09:38 GMT -8
Turning his attention to 'Leigh', R2-P47 ('Wrench') introduced himself politely, making mention that he was chief mechanic for the impressive ship behind them. It was a little boastful, but accurate. After a thorough examination of his databases, he found no trace of a bipedal droid such as 'Leigh' (which must have been some sort of Terran colloquialism,) and asked with a little awe and honest curiosity what her primary mission parameters and model designation were.
Droid small-talk. He retrieved the pistol and even though it was the first time he remembered even holding one, he ran through the service checks like it was second nature. Probably was, once upon a time. Satisfied that it was in operable condition, he holstered the weapon, grabbed a few spare power packs, and headed back to the ramp. Malora met him at the top, tossing another handful of power packs into the medium sized duffle bag she was lugging. It was full, and clearly heavy, but she managed well enough. Her gaze snagged on Wade’s choice of weapon, and she grinned. “Found your stuff, I see? Never did like the DC-15s myself, but they were magic in your hands,” she said as she strolled down the ramp with him, shoulder to shoulder. “...of course, that’s not saying much, any weapon was magic in your hands,” she added as they approached Wrench and Leigh. “Here.” Malora hefted the duffle bag across and dumped it in front of Wade with a huff. “You have muscles. Time to earn your keep, Connors.” Flashing him a saucy little smirk, the smuggler dusted off her hands and propped them on her hips, turning to observe the two droids. She’d meant to stay quiet and let them chat; you didn’t run across something like Leigh every day, at least in her world, and Wrench was clearly curious about the towering robot. But if she didn’t do this now, she’d forget. “ ‘scuuuuuse us just one sec, Leigh. Wrench?” She stepped away a few paces and motioned for him to follow. Reaching into her top, Mal retrieved a very small, flat, square data chip where it was tucked into her bra. The chip itself was grey and very basic, but its sides shimmered iridescently with some kind of hard coating. Malora crouched in front of the Astromech, her back to Leigh and Wade, and held the chip out to him. “Think you can hold on to this for me?” she asked quietly. “It’s too important to leave it on the ship, my bra is not a good place for it, and I can’t return it to its old storage spot until we’re done with this job.” She turned it over in her fingers, watching the sheen with a strange mix of awe and disgust. There was no careful reverence in the way she handled it, but there was a strong measure of gravity in her tone, and a degree of fear in her eyes. Karana Malora was rarely scary-serious. And when she was? It was probably time to pay attention.
“But, Wrench? The information contained in here… If this thing falls into the wrong hands, we’re looking at a galaxy-wide apocalypse, and that’s not me being melodramatic. Be careful with it. I’m trusting you as I always do. Give it to no one but me. If it looks like someone else is going to get it, destroy it." She took a breath. "Keep it secret, keep it safe.”
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Post by Sabo Alora on Mar 24, 2016 19:22:32 GMT -8
A short time after breaking the atmosphere, the modified A-Wing touches down in the base's hanger bay. As the canopy pops opens, Sabo begins to climb out, sliding down the nose of starfighter with practiced ease. Gray hairs can be seen beginning to line Sabo's beard just around his chin, the years starting to show for the Older Jedi. His typical brown Jedi robes were what he chose to wear from his trip away from Corellia, the hilt of his light blue lightsaber hung snug on his belt.
Looking around the hangar, Sabo didn't seem to see any ships he noticed. Though he hadn't expected too, he thought he'd feel at least some familiarity. Expanding his mind, he sensed a few others he knew from long ago, but not the one he wished to feel the most. This too, he expected. But he couldn't stop himself from hoping to find her after all these years.
Fitting the folds of his robes around him, he shakes his head, clearing it of any disappoint he might have been feeling, and sets off further into the base to find someone to fill him in.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Mar 30, 2016 16:51:25 GMT -8
Leigh had not spoken much since leaving the training rooms, instead focusing on leading their 'guests' back to the Hawk. She cracked a smile upon exiting the hangar to the excited squealing of an astromech, who seemed both deeply engrossed in his work on the smuggler ship and honestly glad to see Malora. If Na'an's approval hadn't said enough to the droid, that would have--astromechs were as a rule pleasant, efficient, and surprisingly good judges of character. She watched the conversation without comment, marking first the light greetings and logistics, then the woman's sudden serious turn.
"The ship you will be taking is the Hawk-class freighter two bays down," she said, pointing left to the ship's open hatch. The crowds that had gathered when they arrived had now dispersed; with the Shans removed, there was nothing interesting left to see. "It's an older model, but well-maintained. You shouldn't have much trouble getting her to Corellia and back home. If you have any questions or hit any delays--" and here she stressed the word slightly, letting Malora know she'd picked up just enough to know what she'd heard--"be sure to let us know."
She turned her attention to the astromech, crouching and letting her human face flicker into a gentle look. "And my primary function is difficult to define, sir. I would love to discuss it further upon your return--"
"Oy, wait!"
It was Na'an. Jogging out from the side entrance, she gestured at the group with a brisk shake of her arm, not even turning to look at Leigh. "Forgot something, hold on," she called, vanishing into the ship for a minute or two. There was a dim clanging and one short expletive, but then she emerged, holding her short leather jacket tucked over her arm and the nearly-full bottle of tihaar clenched in one fist. Her blaster rifle's strap was slung over one shoulder, the butt of the weapon settling against her waist.
"Got it," she called brightly, waving the bottle at Malora. "You're clear to go, then!"
She beamed, just a touch too wide for normalcy, and Leigh noticed.
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Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Mar 30, 2016 17:55:42 GMT -8
"Oh yeah, definitely don't wanna leave any of those behind," she said with a grin, nodding at the items Na'an had retrieved. "Alright! Well…" Malora gave Na'an and Leigh a final appraisal. "…Your ship's in good hands, I promise. Won't be a new scratch on it. See you both on the flip side. Gentlemen?" She gestured, and the three of them boarded the Hawk-class.
Leigh was right. Older model, but in pretty good condition. Malora plunked down in the pilots chair, raking her hair back into a bun and wiggling around in the seat as she got comfortable. Wade sat next to her, looking dubiously at the control board in front of him. "Don't worry, Wrench can fly shotgun," she chuckled, starting pre-flight checks as the Astromech plugged into the main port via his scomp link, interfacing with the ship.
Once things were set, she took them up and out of the hangar. "And we are outta here." Woman, man, and droid blasted through the atmosphere and into hyperspace, headed for Corelllia.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 4:25:13 GMT -8
The GPE-7300 space transport's primary thrusters fire, slowing the ship's descent as it comes down in it's assigned landing bay. Setting down, landing perpendicular to the ground, the transport's engines tick as they begin to cool, the boarding ramp lowering after a few moments.
The brown haired human woman, dressed in red and black beskar'gam with her buy'ce currently held at her side, stands at 5'4, and is, oddly for a Mandalorian, unarmed, having left her weapons aboard her her ship. Having come to act as a representative of the Mando'ade, Neassa has deliberately chosen to present herself to whatever greeting party the Jedi might send to meet her unarmed and with her face unconcealed beneath a faceless buy'ce that might bring bitter memories to some here even when carried rather than worn. While she might be more comfortable with her buy'ce on, it is Neassa's hope that the subtle reminder of the fact that beneath the distinctive helmets of her people lay the faces of individuals as distinct as the Jedi are despite their signature weapons and garments will help get things off on less tense footing than her appearing armed and masked by her buy'ce might.
Time, Neassa thinks as she reaches the end of the boarding ramp and stops to await whatever manner of greeting she is to meet with, will tell whether or not her subtle gestures succeed in quieting any tensions her presence might otherwise incite.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 17:45:42 GMT -8
Jedi Masters Giselle and Sacuru made their way out to the landing pad of the GPE-7300, accompanied by half a dozen Jedi Guardians, the small party stopping a few feet from the Mandalorian Female as she stood at the foot of her ships landing ramp. The pair of Jedi Masters offered forth a customary bow, as was the Jedi way when greeting visitors
Welcome to Felucia, I am Master Giselle, and this is Master Sacuru. And you are...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2016 20:20:46 GMT -8
Neassa supposes that she cannot fault the Jetii for their excessively large, clearly cautious welcoming party, given the not-so distant shared history between the Mando'ade and their Order, and so her tone and demeanor are both unambiguously respectful and polite, albeit somewhat dry so that nothing can be read into her inflection as, with a nod of her head to answer the bows offered by the Jetii Masters that would seem to be in charge of the small assembly that has come forth to meet her, she says, "Neassa Or'dinii, Masters, of Manda'yaim. Venturing a guess as to what the next logical question the Jetii will ask of her might be, Neassa continues by explaining without the need to be prompted, I have been chosen by the Clans to bring a proposition to the highest ranking member of your Order to be found here. Can a meeting with such a member of your Order be arranged?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2016 18:01:29 GMT -8
Neither Giselle, nor Sacuru, had ever heard of Neassa before, but the Clan Or'dinii was a name familiar to both Jedi Masters from some of the Mando's that had fought in the war. Not that it mattered much in the bigger picture, especially as their thoughts were soon turned to the woman's next statement about coming with a porposition for the highest ranking member of the Jedi Order. The pair traded thoughts with one another through the force for a moment, before Giselle noddedIt has been a long time since the Jedi had a single master above all. Here, the High Council makes decisions for the Order as a whole... And you are in luck, since we are amongst it's members. Whilst we are more than happy to grant your request for a meeting, I would advise you do not get your hopes up too high. There is still much bad blood between our two groups, as I am sure you can understand. Please, follow us....Sacuru signalled to a pair of Guardians whom took up guard positions at the foot of the GPE-7300's landing ramp, before Giselle and Sacuru turned and headed back into the Temple, leading the way to the Council Chambers, presumably with Neassa in tow, followed by the remaining pairs of Guardians
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2016 7:19:29 GMT -8
The dark green with red markings Consular-class cruiser came down through the atmosphere, it's piloting crew expertly guiding the ship down along the flight path provided by orbital control, as Satish made his way down to the ships loading ramp. The landing struts extended from beneath the ship, as it was guided down onto one of the landing pads, the ramp lowering a few moments later, allowing Satish to make his way down to the surface, basking in the voices of the spirits. The Master Shaper had never much liked space travel, where the spirits were far fewer in number than upon the surface of a planet, for him, it was cold and lonely out there between the stars. But here, on Felucia, he could hear their voices strong and clear, speaking to him of all the secrets they could or would share, his tattoo's and eyes taking on an ethereal blue glow as he listened and waited to meet Aerandir
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Aerandir Calmcacil
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Apr 4, 2016 20:42:34 GMT -8
*It had been quite a surprise to hear the name of the visitor that had wished to meet with him. Aerandir had much to be grateful to him for, more than he'd realized even when he'd expressed his gratitude in the halls of the now-destroyed Sith Fortress on Kashyyyk. At the time, he was merely grateful for him to leading him to the children so that they may be rescued; he didn't realize it had resulted in a wonderful new addition to the family.
It was for this reason that said addition accompanied him on the visit to the hangar, where the man was easily-identifiable; he quite stood out, after all. Mina seemed to recognize him as well, her green eyes going wide with surprise. And probably fear; she only knew of him from that awful fortress, and no doubt she relived some of those memories simply by seeing them.
Aerandir grimaced a little; poor foresight on his part, but she seemed to quickly get over that, as though realizing that those were just memories and that she was safe here. Good on her. She was a strong child, and she deserved a chance to properly thank the man responsible for her speedy rescue. Or at the very least, silent appreciation. He gave her a reassuring smile and her hand a quick squeeze before closing the distance with their visitor.* "It was a surprise when I received the notification. Welcome to Felucia. I'm sure you remember Mina, if not by appearance," *he greeted, indicating the girl with a nod.* "So, what brings you to Felucia?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 19:10:38 GMT -8
At the Master Calmcacil's approach, Satish turned his gaze to the material world and watched as the pair approached, remembering the girl as one of the children he had aided in saving upon Kashyyyk. Although he held a distrust for the Jedi's magic, at the fvery least, the girl appeared to be free and doing well, compared to the state he had found her in within the Sith Fortress. He gave a smile and inclined his head to the young girl, before focusing upon the Jedi Master he was here to meet with
I was quite surprised myself, to learn I had befriended a Jedi Master of such renown. But, the Spirits have a plan for us all, and it would seem our meeting was fated for this moment. Much has happened since Kashyyyk, but a simple explanation, is that I have come on behalf of the new Grand Matriarch of Dathomir, with a proposition for the Jedi Order...
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Apr 7, 2016 14:52:15 GMT -8
*Mina didn't do much in response to the nod given her other than to continue to stare. Aerandir regarded the man with curiosity; he'd not been able to pin down the mysterious being's origins, but whatever they were, he seemed to be a man of deep spirituality. That could be anyone, though. But it was the mention of Dathomir that caused his eyebrows to flicker upward briefly.*
"The Matriarch?" *he repeated curiously.* "Of the Nightsisters?" *The Nightsisters were quite an infamous organization, and not exactly the best of friends with Jedi. Whatever kind of proposition they had... Aerandir wasn't sure it would be a good thing. Especially with the Imperials on the rise... they seemed the type the Nightsisters were more likely to ally themselves with. He'd have to approach this one cautiously...*
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2016 2:33:34 GMT -8
Satish had a feeling that perhaps a little bit more explanation was going to be needed, or at the very least, some clarification, based off of Master Calmcacils response. His hesitation and presumption was understandable, considering the Nightsisters had been the main ruling power on Dathomir for a great many years, but things had changed
Not quite Master Jedi. The Nightsisters no longer reign on Dathomir, their time has been cut short. The Daughters of Allya, or as you know them, The Witches of Dathomir have returned to their rightful place as the stewards of Dathomir, thanks to the aide of the children of Kro Var. Ebony Shadowwalker, of the Singing Mountains Clan, rules as the new Grand Matriarch, with the full support of all the Witch clans, even the remnants of the Nightsisters who have seen the error of their dark ways...
Well, to some extent they had, having thrown themselves at the feet of Satish and made themselves subservient to him. For Satish, that was more than enough, after all, there would always be those seeking the dark arts, and so long as he had control of them, then there was still hope for their redemption, less they spend the rest of their lives as one of his concubines
Order once more reigns over the spirits, and from what I understand, I believe you and the Daughters of Allya share similar beliefs regarding this event as being a balance within the force. The darkness has been dispelled, and the Grand Matriarch would like to extend forth an offer to the Jedi regarding an Enclave that the Jedi once set up there...
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Apr 9, 2016 21:45:16 GMT -8
*Not the Nightsisters, but the Witches, the ones that didn't practice dark side "magick," as they called it; whatever label they wanted to attach to it, it was unnatural, perverted, and wicked. But their time had been "cut short," which seemed... sudden, and Aerandir regarded Satish curiously. Had he had something to do with this? Regardless, it was welcome news to hear the world had returned to the control of the Daughters of Allya.
As far as sharing similar beliefs?* "You could say that," *he replied.* "More so than with the Nightsisters, for certain." *Tilting his head back and to the side slightly, he asked,* "What of the Enclave?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2016 3:30:51 GMT -8
The Master Calmcacil seemed a man of few words, and despite his somewhat long winded explanations up until this point, it was a quality that Satish himself respected. He could tell the Jedi Master was curious about the sudden end of the Nightsisters, but, instead decided to ask after the Jedi Enclave. It was a smart move, especially considering that he was certain the Jedi would not quite appreciate the actual explanation that Satish would provide
Grand Matriarch Shadowwalker wishes to offer it to your order as a home once more, to use and do with as you please. You will be welcome to come and go from Dathomir unmolested, in the hopes that the Witches may form a relationship with the Jedi, and return to the base teachings of their forerunner. What say you Master Jedi?
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Apr 10, 2016 20:12:50 GMT -8
*The offer was a solid one, not that Aerandir could think of much use for the Dathomir Enclave itself. Something to pose to the other Councilors, perhaps, but he wasn't sure it would be much more use than an outpost at best. Perhaps there was some knowledge or artifacts to collect, but otherwise probably little of value. Worth an inspection, at the very least.
It was the Witches themselves that drew his attention more, and indeed the whole of Dathomir. Another foothold for the Alliance, perhaps? A Nightsister-controlled world would almost certainly pledge their allegiance to the Imperial, if not remain independent, but since the tables had turned... A very tempting prize indeed. The aid and camaraderie of the Witches could be beneficial in the galaxy's defense.*
"I don't think we have much use for the Enclave itself, but we'll definitely accept the offer to use it in some way; I'll pass it along to the Council and possibly send someone to check it out, as well as meet with the W— Daughters of Allya." *Even though Satish himself had used the term, Aerandir still did not quite feel comfortable referring to the Dathomir residents as "witches"; the term seemed to carry too much negative connotation, regardless of its widespread use. It was a term he'd sooner use for the Nightsisters themselves...* "But I'm sure we could quite easily establish a working relationship between our two peoples."
*Aerandir glanced around, as though making sure no one was listening, before speaking once more, this time in a low voice.* "How much authority do you speak with on behalf of the Matriarch?"
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