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Post by Lanette Shan Terr on Sept 8, 2013 0:35:54 GMT -8
*For LE-02, the trip had been much longer than the rest of them would have thought. It would have been a lifetime of waiting, had she not shut herself down during the hyperspace jump, waiting to be awoken by an emergence into realspace. Even that had not indicated the end of the journey, but this time she did not shut herself down.
LE-02 had passed the time with idle thought, wondering if this "Eli Terr" would be able to interact with her like her creator had, whether Doctor Rollins and the young girl would make interesting playmates, whether Eli would leave her just like her creator did.. Even the short jump from Yavin IV to Felucia had spanned millions of computation cycles, and she was already anxious to be able to fly around freely again.
When they finally emerged, LE-02 had stayed nearby Eli, reluctant to leave the only person she had met in seven years that had seemed to understand her -- even though she had only met three people total in those seven years, and they were all here in this same ship. And that was when the voice came through the comms, telling them that they were clear to land, and then speaking in what she could only assume were colloquialisms about video games, and she perked up. The voice, though cleverly disguised as human in nature, was still easily distinguished -- to her, at least -- as a synthetic. And it sounded as if this synthetic was capable of emotions just as she was, or at least at copying them very nearly. So, she had started orbiting around the cockpit of the shuttle, making sure not to get in Eli's way as she did so. When they finally landed, LE-02 had followed behind her, but had forgone visiting the back where Doctor Rollins and his daughter waited.
Instead, 02 had turned and floated over by the door, a mirror of her actions on Helska IV, waiting to be let out. She knew that they were on a new world, and if there was another synthetic here, there were sure to be more organics for her to meet. And even if there weren't any, she would finally have met another being in this big wide galaxy who could understand her..*
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Post by Eliel on Sept 22, 2013 16:10:24 GMT -8
02 hovered by the door. Cabin-fever? Eli had to smile—even if it was ridiculously small. That took talent, programming cabin-fever into a droid. Talent that she lacked. The smile faded and she pushed the button to lower the ramp. Better let 02 out and explore than hang around a Gloomy Gun-Gun.
"Tired of me already?" she asked the droid teasingly. Eli hid it extremely well but she couldn't deny a small piece of her heart asked the same question genuinely. At the doctor's question, she turned to answer. "Felucia, a Jedi-friendly planet. Much like Yavin, if Yavin had jungles that sparkled."
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Post by Lanette Shan Terr on Sept 22, 2013 17:40:07 GMT -8
*She turned back around at Eli's question, floating back over to her and placing herself directly in front of the young woman's line of sight, an appropriate distance away so as not to be too close. Her constant bobbing up and down had ceased, even though such a thing was natural for a floating droid, almost as if LE-02 was trying to convey the seriousness of what she was about to say.*
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*She floated forward then, turning and moving to the side of Eli's face, and pushing her chassis against her skin. It was the closest approximation that LE-02 could do to a kiss on the cheek. 02 hoped that it would show her that she had no intention of leaving permanently. Eli had earned her trust, and that probably meant more to 02 than her rescuer even realized.
The sentimental moment continued long enough to be perceived by organic standards, and then LE-02 started bouncing again.*
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*On that note, she turned back again and made her floating way down the ramp, taking her first metaphorical steps onto a new planet..*
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Post by Gracie Rollins on Sept 22, 2013 18:15:34 GMT -8
*Gracie soon forgot about her question and was mesmerized once more by the floating pod containing Elly's consciousness, smiling at it. Doctor Rollins, meanwhile, was just grateful to have their location: Felucia. A Jedi-aligned planet, with "jungles that sparkled." Well, Doctor Rollins knew about the world, but Gracie was the one to exclaim,* "Sparkwing jungles?! Can we sees dem?"
"Perhaps if we had a guide. The jungles of Felucia are highly dangerous, Gracie."
"Aww..."
*Doctor Rollins smiled at her and patted her head, then handed her her bag before hitching his own over his shoulder and turning toward Eli.* "Well, thank you for the ride here. I am assuming this is only a temporarily relocation, but still... it's nice to be off of that iceball." *He gave her a genuine smile, then led Gracie off the ship and into the hangar.
Immediately he was hit by a rush of warm, humid air, something Gracie noticed as well, as she exclaimed,* "Wow, Daddy, it's hot out! It's not cold!" *Doctor Rollins smiled, but was looking around the base and the ships. Jedi emblems were on several of the ships. If it was some sort of trap, it was an elaborate one. Too elaborate; he was just being paranoid. He was starting to relax a little... but not until he had actual confirmation that this was indeed a safe haven...*
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Post by Jake Palmer Calmcacil on Sept 22, 2013 18:50:11 GMT -8
*Where was his dad? That was the question Jake was asking himself as he navigated the halls, looking for his father. His search took him to the hangar, but upon inspection, his father was not here. Oh, there was a ship coming in. His father often greeted newcomers to the planet... Maybe if Jake stuck around, his father would show up!
He waited by the entryway, smiling to himself, but after a while, no one was arriving to greet the ship. His brow furrowed. That was strange... The ramp was lowering, and still no one was there to greet them. Uh oh. ... well, it was time to take some initiative! He took a deep breath, then smiled and walked forward, glad he was wearing his youngling robes; good first impressions mattered!
As he approached, there were three figures descending the ramp: A young woman, a slightly older man in a lab coat and glasses, and a young child. A girl, judging by her clothing; her short hair made him think "boy" at first. There was also some sort of floating pod with them; a drone of some sort? Interesting. He finally stopped his approach in front of them, giving them a bow before speaking.*
Hello! Welcome to Felucia! My name is Jake. How can I help you?
*This was good, sounded polite, helpful, and professional. He could get used to this. Hopefully he was making a good impression, though he wasn't sure just how often children were sent to greet newcomers. Didn't matter; no one else was around, so he thought he'd be helpful. What was wrong with that?*
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Post by Celina Alex Carter on Oct 2, 2013 21:32:56 GMT -8
Once upon a time, there lived a young princess...oh who am I kidding?!? A young brat of a girl from who-knows-where stomps her way through the Hangar bay, dragging an oversized bag full of random stuff, and probably clothing, towards a ridiculously beat up ship. ??I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times...?? she rambles at no one in particular, ??...oh the insufferables! I've had it, ya hear me?!???
She struggles with her bag up the ramp and settles into the cockpit. ??What????? She looks at one of her lightsabers. ??Well if you're going to be so rude you can go sit over there.??
She throws her lightsaber behind her, but the hilt bounces off the floor, the walls, and hits her in the back of the head. ??Hey!?? She yells and then chases after her lightsaber and we hear some disturbing sounds involving chainsaws. She comes back after a while minus one lightsaber.
??Now we know who's boss.?? She powers up her ship with great difficulty and the lumbering vehicle limps out of the Hangar.
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Post by Alastor on Oct 11, 2013 21:58:08 GMT -8
You guided your ship here, not sure exactly where here was. You could feel a lump in your throat, you were nervous weren't you oh great Alastor of Blades? What did you hope to find here, the planet looked to be lush and bountiful, would you corrupt it? You shake your head thinking that it would throttle these thoughts from your mind. But it failed didn't it? The glare in your putrid yellow eyes was that of hate, of self loathing.
The hatch to my shipped dropped open, the hangar was well lit. There was no way I was going to be able to sneak about this complex. Mask check, garb check, blades double check, I was good to go. I was not sure what I would face after exiting my ship but I would do my best to stay well out of the views of any sentient beings.
You moved in a crouching position down the ramp of your freighter. Your senses were flaring, there was life here a lot of it, and it seemed that you were possibly alone for now. You would have to be quick, silent, and with the shadows to get further into this place. You simply must find food or you will die, you keep telling yourself over and over again.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Oct 12, 2013 21:07:40 GMT -8
*Tom entered the hangar, not needing to be directed to the man's ship before signaling a crew to start refueling the switch. He hadn't let his guard down; his mind was kept alert on the would-be thief the entire time, just in case. He hadn't entirely earned Tom's trust, after all; even if Tom did believe him, the man was still a stranger. Finally, Tom turned to face him, a kind look in his eye.*
I'll not have you depart without me learning your name at least. Mine is Tom.
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Post by Alastor on Oct 12, 2013 21:39:58 GMT -8
You had been lead to the ship, you remained quiet the walk back. And once you came into the hangar and saw that the man really was fueling your freighter your eyes widened. You looked to the man, and as he asked for your name. You felt ashamed at first didn't you Shadow Rogue, the telling of names to your marks was forbidden by your guild The Shadow Thieves. You let a slow breath out and looked deep into the eyes of the man before you.
"My name is..." I said as I slowly reached one hand to the top of my garb and the other to my mask. As I removed both, revealing my face I spoke. "Alastor of the Blades, from Nagi. I appreciate your thoughtfulness regarding..." I stumbled a bit, I hated having to think of myself as I was at times and especially disliked speaking about it. "..condition Tom. It truly is a beautiful and lush planet, the life here is beautiful."
How true that statement was would possibly as clear to anyone but you, vampire. Every one of your senses tingled from what you felt here, clouds from the life forces of the animals and persons about lofted about on their paths. It was a beautiful yet agonizing concept that you had seen your entire life, gradually progressing more and more over the years of experience with it. Your hair puffed out once the hood of the garb had came off, and your youthful face laid bare to the man before you. You looked back towards your ship and sighed slightly, you would find somewhere beautiful like this, where you could call home. And already ideas on how you could come up with enough credits to get your dream to become a reality.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Oct 12, 2013 21:56:24 GMT -8
*Tom watched as the man finally removed his hood and mask, revealing his name, and finally Tom had a title for the man: Alastor, "of the Blades." And to be quite honest, his face was not what Tom had expected; it was youthful, full of life, though Tom wasn't sure what exactly he had expected regarding what an energy vampire's appearance was.
Alastor spoke of his appreciation of Tom's thoughtfulness regarding Alastor's "condition," something that seemed to physically trouble Alastor almost. He either truly detested his lineage, or was a good actor. Still, it was convincing, and Tom only nodded. The crews seemed to be finished refueling the ship, as they gave Tom a signal and started moving their gear away. Nodding to them, Tom turned back to Alastor.*
Well, Alastor of the Blades, I wish you the greatest of wills on your travels and search. May the Force be with you.
*Tom was normally not the kind of man to bow, but he gave a proper one regardless. He truly did wish this man the best, especially if he were honest. It would be a difficult journey, for sure, but a fruitful one should he be successful. Perseverance reaped great benefits.*
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Post by Alastor on Oct 12, 2013 22:27:18 GMT -8
You blinked a few times as he said "May the force be with you", it wasn't something you were accustomed to hearing outside of fantastical stories of the Jedi. "May the force be with you as well Tom." You said as you bowed. With that you replaced your mask and hood and turned towards your ship. Climbing up the ramp you turned around and waved to the man before heading up it. At the top of the ramp you depressed the button causing it to lift up to the freighter and seal.
I remove my garb and mask, taking the blood out of the pouch that I had slipped it into earlier. Quietly I untied it, nestling my mask under my arm as I made my way towards the cockpit. A quiet sigh slips from me before my mouth filled with the taste of iron. "Well, off we go." I thought to myself as I settled down into the beaten captains seat. The quiet hum of the onboard computers buzzing to life, and slight muffled sounds of the wildlife fluttered about me filled my ears. A few buttons were depressed, and the engine powered to life.
You guided the steering yoke, and lifted the ship up. With in moments your ship was leaving the hangar bay and headed up to orbit and then into the unknown. All the while you were busy looking at the navigation charts. Trying to find the planet that sounded like it would have the most wealthiest habitants to you. First you would get the goods, then you would get the money, and then you could find a home. A permanent home, and not a constant trip across the known verse.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Oct 12, 2013 23:20:23 GMT -8
*Alastor's reaction to Tom's blessing was one of what seemed to be surprise, though, considering the man's identity, perhaps that wasn't so strange a reaction. No matter, Alastor deserved the Force's guidance, as did all things. Tom nearly regretted not leaving with him, but he wasn't wrong when he told Alastor that he had obligations to be seen to here, on Felucia. Maybe they would cross paths again one day. And if not, then perhaps that would just mean Alastor will have found the home he was so longing for.
As Alastor stopped to wave before disappearing, Tom also raised a hand in farewell. He didn't move until the ship was gone from the hangar, and Tom gave it a few more moments until he could no longer sense him. Truly, this man had a hard life, but he seemed sturdy enough to accept it and deal with it, and that made him a strong man. He would find his home. Tom then turned, departing the hangar and returning to his duties...*
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Post by Meer Naala on Oct 16, 2013 21:27:39 GMT -8
Having gained permission to land Meer flew her ship down to the Hanger inside the Jedi Base. With a soft touch down Meer took a moment to shut down all her ships systems while at the same time running checks over the systems to check for any variants in the information. Finding none she finished shut down and popped the canopy of the fighter? With a force aided leap she cleared out of her ship to touch softly and gracefully on to the floor beside the ship. She gathered her belongings and put her katana around her waist. Clipped the lightsaber on the small of her back horizontally but left her staff inside the cock pit. Having geared up she looked down at her emerald green jedi clothes, an indicator of Corellia jedi mostly, and made sure they looked neat and tidy. She than threw he black cloak around her and put the hood up over her ears. Her tail hung low but made the back of her robe stick out slightly from its form. Having now properly checked herself over and prepared she looked back at her driod.
Ok Vector watch over the ship and if troubles comes I'll call you so be ready for hot launch at any moment though I don't expect any trouble.
The driod beeped and shrilled as Meer started walking away, she knew he said something like "Don't worry I'll save you if you mess up." Him and his bravo always was a day brightener. Looking around Meer really didn't know where to go so she reached out in the force and trusted it to guide her.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 2:56:08 GMT -8
*A final click and and a snap and the DH-17 was assembled once again, held in the hands of the small boy, the weapon seemed odd and cumbersome.*The young boy stated to the brown robed figure whose hand skillfully guided the shuttle into the hangar bay, the cowled head turned slightly the creatures yellow jeweled eyes studying the weapon and then nodded.The flat tones of almost too even basic were provided by the vocalizer, translating the native Jawese into basic, not a device the skittish and secretive race of Tatooine would undertake lightly, yet seated at the controls was no ordinary being. Atch had been a Jedi for forty standard years with a natural panache for mechanics, technology and invention he had served the Jedi Order as a Sentinel putting his unique brand of skills to good use. Ten years previous had seen him wounded in battle and the wounds had never fully healed properly, and medication only helped ail the spasms and pain. Physically and mentally haunted Atch set aside his active role and now put his skills to use seeking out would be candidates for Jedi training and the young boy seated behind him was one such candidate. The boy was Humanoid and young, perhaps eight or nine at the most, he was smart and insightful for a boy his age, yet it was the child's uncanny knowledge and ability with the mechanical that intrigued the Jawa. The boy had impressed Atch by describing the integral workings of his lightsaber and this came from a child who possessed no prior knowledge of the Jedi's holy and much guarded weapon. Later on their journey back to the hangar the duo had been confronted by a thug, the Zabrak drew his pistol most swiftly indeed and Atch felt the workings of the force, yet when the Zabrak's weapon presumed to malfunction sparking with ionized energy Atch knew that the youth had somehow possessed an affinity with the mechanical known as Mechu Deru. Atch of course needed to research more into this and discover what else the youth was capable of, yet it was clear that the child had potential.
Lance sat hunched, head bowed in the seat behind that of the pilot J1-Jedi shuttle as it lowered its blue, green hull toward the welcoming duracreet. It had been the fifth time he had assembled and reassembled the weapon, each time he had handed back and the Jawa had fiddled with it and then handed it back, each time with a malfunction and each time Lance was able to locate the problem and amend it. He wasn't sure how, his hands took on a life of there own, his mind saw images, circuits, wires, he knew instantly the weapons integral workings he knew what the problem was and with his mechanical know how spent from his years working kin his Uncles garage he set it right. His Uncle Ren Skia had not been unkind to Lance, for when Lance's Mother and Father had died he had taken Lance in, yet his Uncle never treated Lance as he did his own Son, Skane was favored and knew it. Skane had been hostile to Lance since he had been cared for by his Father leading Lance to spend more and more time absorbed in working. It kept him out of the reach of Skane's unkind hands and feet. Only when his Cousin was in a bad mood would he search for him. Other than that he let him be, deeming only to unkind words, treating him as a freak. His Uncle too saw Lance as odd and so when the diminutive Jawa materialized he was happy to have someone willing to take the child. So here he was, uncertain if the Jawa's kindness would be extended to him by the other's of his kind he spoke of, these Jedi. Lance unsure at first of the kindness shown to him and confused by the Jawa's understanding and yet the one word kept ringing in his head "Special". Lance had never believed he was special, yet the Jawa described the things Lance could do with a clarity that scared him. So in awe, in hope and a little afraid Lance had agreed to journey forth with the Jedi Knight to Felucia a place of safety, and learning where Atch had told Lance he would come to understand his unique abilities through a living body known only as the force.
The shuttle bumped down gently as its landing struts made contact with the floor, the clunk and whine of the aft boarding ramp could be herd, then the Jawa rose and extending a small hand clasped Lance on his right hand, the Jawa nodded repeatedly.**Lance replied with slow shallow nods.**The Jawa extended a pointing finger.**He said kindly but firmly.**Lance rose towering over the Jawa, he then followed the trailing brown cloak and broad rimmed hat down the ramp and into the hangar bay. Without a further word the Jedi led Lance to a turbolift and ascended to the top most level.*
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Post by Johun Starfield on Oct 28, 2013 12:57:51 GMT -8
The J-1 Shuttle Libero settled down gently as it landed. As soon as the airlocks unsealed and the doors opened, Johun exited. He looked around the hangar, unsure exactly where to go. He need information, and someone to give it to him...
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Post by Eliel on Oct 28, 2013 17:29:51 GMT -8
*She turned back around at Eli's question, floating back over to her and placing herself directly in front of the young woman's line of sight, an appropriate distance away so as not to be too close. Her constant bobbing up and down had ceased, even though such a thing was natural for a floating droid, almost as if LE-02 was trying to convey the seriousness of what she was about to say.*010011100110010101110110011001010111001000101110{Never.}*She floated forward then, turning and moving to the side of Eli's face, and pushing her chassis against her skin. It was the closest approximation that LE-02 could do to a kiss on the cheek. 02 hoped that it would show her that she had no intention of leaving permanently. Eli had earned her trust, and that probably meant more to 02 than her rescuer even realized.
The sentimental moment continued long enough to be perceived by organic standards, and then LE-02 started bouncing again.*01010100011010000110010101110010011001010010000001100001011100100110010100100000011101000110100001101001011011100110011101110011001000000100100100100000011101110110000101101110011101000010000001110100011011110010000001110011011001010110010100100001{There are things I want to see!}*On that note, she turned back again and made her floating way down the ramp, taking her first metaphorical steps onto a new planet..* "You're welcome. I'm sorry it's not Yavin, like I said." She frowned in confusion as the boy walked up and welcomed them. He couldn't have been more than 8. Maybe 9 at most. Where were the adults? She would let Dr. Rollins handle this. No doubt he could speak to kids better than she possibly could. |
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Post by Johun Starfield on Oct 30, 2013 4:57:59 GMT -8
Not seeing anyone that looks like a welcoming party, Johun heads off into the depths of he base. If there is one thing Johun, knows, it is that somewhere there is a mess hall. He hopes to find more people there.
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Post by Panno on Nov 5, 2013 16:54:01 GMT -8
As the ship flew over the planet Panno couldn't help but look wonder eyed, this planet was just amazing. Everywhere he looked was something different. Fungus in every shape and size, trees going every which way. He even saw bare patches were animals, large animals travelled often, the thought both scared and amazed him. Things the size of a barge lived here, wild, young and free. Just thinking about it made him want to live here from now on. After traveling though he finally saw his first signs of civilization, sparse farms started to dot the land. The natives no doubt trying to survive while keeping the planets ecosystem intact.
Then he saw it, the Jedi Base. It was one of the few things on the planet that stuck out. All around the plants pressed in trying to recover the land claimed by the Jedi. He could see members of the temple guard on the walls, scanning the ships ID and checking it with the permissions. The whole time he was flying he expected to be shot down, on the back of the ship was the symbol of the Empire but nothing happened. He followed the given route until he landed with a small thud in the hanger. Going through the ships shutdown he eventually stood up. There was no way of putting it off any longer, pressing the button the ramp lowered behind him.
Walking out of the ship he sniffed and almost gagged. The oxygen rich air tasted of rot and decay, the plants which gave the precious air also giving it that moldy smell. He was surprised to see so many people here, what with the holy war he had expected a skeleton crew. Instead a bunch of Jedi milled about even here in the hanger, many of them giving him curious glances. Looking down he knew why, his armour. The crimson red armour of his order was not something most groups wore, and it was reminiscent of a few baddies. Darth Vader, and even the Mandalorians. He assumed the only thing that kept people from swarming him was his lightsaber maglocked to his right pectoral.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Nov 5, 2013 18:12:17 GMT -8
*Word had made its way quickly up the wire about the incoming ship with the ominous emblem upon it, some with concern about how it had even made it past orbit. Of course, Aerandir Calmcacil had heard the news and made his way to the hangar himself, his friend Bix joining him in case he needed any sort of personal backup. Aerandir would have to have a word with the orbital control AI about this, but for now he would just have to deal with the visitor.
The ship wasn't hard to locate, and not just because of the emblem; it was well-polished and had a distinctive look that one even the slightest bit familiar with the hangar would notice as something unfamiliar. There seemed to only be a single occupant, in a suit of armor that was almost too familiar, but not quite. He didn't seem particularly hostile at the moment, neither through posture or through the Force, but that could be easily faked. And until Aerandir had some form of trust in this visitor, he had to be completely wary at all times, but for now he only approached the being, giving a polite bow that Bix mimicked.*
Greetings, I am Master Aerandir Calmcacil. What can I do for you?
*Normally he didn't introduce himself as a Master, but somehow this seemed to call for it; if this visitor knew he was speaking to someone of authority, they might more quickly discern the meaning of his visit. Aerandir kept his hands at his sides while Bix folded his arms, studying the newcomer; he quite seemed like a distrustful bodyguard, which was actually quite unlike him. Aerandir, meanwhile, retained a neutral expression, waiting for the armored visitor's response.*
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Post by Panno on Nov 6, 2013 6:21:28 GMT -8
As he waited for the two men to approach him Panno had a flare of fear go through him. Was it a mistake to come here? Would he be cast away? Without meaning to he cast out his consciousness and Accidently brushed against the mind of Brix and Aerandir, it was only for a split second and he hoped neither noticed. What he felt though was reassurance, they felt much the same as he did. Reciprocating the bow by a nod of the head and stooping his shoulders he smiled. Nice to meet you Master Calmcacil, I am Knight Panno Grai'Tal. Imperial Knight that is. He paused for a moment and wondered why such a high ranking individual would meet a visitor. It couldn't be common practice, it had to be something else. Maybe intimidation, or just general curiosity due to the fact that the Imperial Knights rarely leave the Deep Core.
Sizing the duo up for a moment longer he held his hands out to his sides palms facing towards the two Jedi. Your friend there doesn't need to worry, I am here of my own free will and with no tidings from what's left of the Empire. No I felt a pull here the force telling me to come, despite our differences we to have a healthy respect for the force. So I honestly can't answer that right now, maybe a warm meal if you can spare it. The galaxy isn't as friendly to our kind these days. You know what with the holy war and stuff going on many people did their best to keep force users away. Any pit stop he had was met with the cold shoulder as they did not want to have a fight in their building.
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