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Post by Gracie Rollins on Jan 29, 2018 22:41:07 GMT -8
"That's it?" *Gracie frowned, initially seeming disappointed before sighing.* "Still more than me." *She glanced around idly before realizing there was still one piece of information missing.* "So... what are you gonna do now?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2018 19:39:14 GMT -8
*Eva rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly at Gracie's comment.* "Well..I haven't actually trained. Or had any opportunity to train." *Then Gracie posed a very good question. One Eva hoped to never have to wonder.* "I...I don't know. This was something I hoped wouldn't happen." *She paused for a moment and bit her lower lip. Eva knew the risks, but she had taken them anyway.* "Honestly, I'm not sure what I was going to do even if I made it home. My home was attacked by pirates, and everyone was taken. They destroyed everything. I escaped, and now here I am here."
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Post by Gracie Rollins on Feb 2, 2018 14:08:04 GMT -8
*Gracie's eyes widened.* "Pirates?!" *Despite this development, she frowned, curious to know another detail.* "If you escaped, how'd you get off your planet anyway?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2018 19:26:55 GMT -8
"What? Oh, I guess I wasn't clear on that."*She realized that her wording had been poor. Maybe she wasn't thinking properly.* "I was taken with everyone else. We were taken to Zygerria. That's where I escaped and began hopping from freighter to freighter in order to get home. After the pirates, I was a little afraid to talk to anyone or ask for a ride back home. Felt it was safest to just hide from everyone for a while."
*She paused for a moment and scanned the hangar.* "There wouldn't happen to be someone in charge around, would there? I feel like a Jedi Master...or someone should at least know I'm here. Then maybe the can figure out how to help me."
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Post by Gracie Rollins on Feb 6, 2018 19:56:21 GMT -8
*Oh. Those details made a little more sense. As far as taking her to someone in charge...* "I only know my daddy. I don't really know any of the Jedi. Except Jakey! ... but he's just a kid. I guess I know his daddy but he's always busy because he's in charge of the base..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2018 21:11:30 GMT -8
*So Gracie didn't know a lot of Jedi even though she lived here. From the sounds of it, her father wasn't a Jedi either. This Jake however, his dad was in charge of the base. Maybe he could help her?* "Would Jake know where his dad's at? Or any others that could help?"
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Post by Gracie Rollins on Feb 11, 2018 20:40:15 GMT -8
"Yes!" *She beamed, but a moment later it fell into a frown.* "But I dunno where he is right now... Maybe he's in class... or at home... or he could be somewhere else... He could be out in the jungle with his sister! And Daddy still won't let me go with them..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2018 19:08:36 GMT -8
*A slight frown appeared on Eva's face. That was a lot if different places Jake could be, finding his dad might be a little harder then she thought. Then realization hit her and she felt quite foolish for not thinking about it before.* "Maybe your dad can help me. He's got to know somebody."
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Post by Gracie Rollins on Feb 15, 2018 14:24:59 GMT -8
*Gracie beamed.* "Okay! *Without hesitation, she grabbed Eva's wrist and tugged it as she began to lead her towards the Tech Labs.*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2018 15:03:24 GMT -8
*Eva was slightly caught off guard by Gracie's enthusiasm as the younger girls grabbed her wrist. She almost stumbled in surprise, but kept her ground as she followed Gracie.*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2018 15:44:04 GMT -8
Obediently, Red lowered her hand now that Ran Nasser had given the answer. And she blushed a little, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade than normal, as she realized she had quite literally overstepped her authority in front of an esteemed Jedi Master. She was only glad the Ewok was particularly patient with her and her hasty presumptuous nature. It seemed that the Feorin was quite broken now, and the girl felt a little bad about that, believing she had a hand in that, even if he was a bad person. She didn't need to make things worse. But she memorized the details given; a Zygerrian by the name of Slav Kippur, in New Vertica on Nar Shaddaa. She felt bile rising to her throat. She lived on Nar Shaddaa for quite a few years, and it had been, for better or worse, her home until only recently.
When Rawkill regarded her and Meeri, the crimson-skinned girl cast a furtive glance towards her spirited friend, and she realized that there was no way Meeri would not be emotionally compromised in pursuit of her brother's abductors. True enough, Rawkill foresaw this as well, and she watched regretfully as the girl was sent on her way to resume training. Meeri was a fine student of the blade, and she had already bested one knight in training. She took to one knee and bowed her head when the Ewok gently reprimanded and stated the conditions. She nodded, her expression solemn, “I understand, master,” said Red, “I submit to your guidance and wisdom.” She rose to her feet then, and looked around, “I believe I will be of significant assistance on Nar Shaddaa. I lived there most of my life until only recently. Do we leave immediately?”
Rawkill watched as the techs set up their gear and sliced into the ships systems. Carefully navigating past the smugglers security system and gaining access to all of the data logs. He moved over to one of the screens where the read outs were showing up. The navicom system indicated regular trips to Nar Shaddaa right after visiting Felucia. Comm logs showed frequent contact to a person with the ID Slav Kippur. The Cargo manifests didn't list any information pertaining directly to the Padawans. However, there was indication of extra supplies for feeding an extra mouth or two.
Rawkill clenched his paw. While he had been disgusted by the man's confession. Having the proof to show that he had been conducting such activities was far more revolting. the Ewok master shook his head as the techs continued their workTransfer a copy of all this to the archives and notify me when it's done...Yes Master Rawkill...Rawkill made his way off the transport and across the hangar bay to Landing Pad 12, where a shuttle from The Hammer sat waiting. He stopped at the bottom of the ramp and waited for Red to turn up |
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Post by Serenity Sage on Feb 22, 2018 10:08:26 GMT -8
Red had mixed feelings about seeing Nar Shaddaa again. On the one hand, it was what made it possible for her to be here now, on Felucia, on the other, it was a world filled with misery and a daily struggle for survival for her, and considering her gentle and peaceful nature, it was a miracle she survived at all. She loved the beauty of Felucia. Even if it is fraught with its own perils, it was so full of life, and so full of beauty, by comparison to the slums of Nar Shaddaa.
“Right away, master,” said Red, and she stood up, taking off for her quarters.
“How exciting!” said Bean, the modified B-1 battle droid. Red had found the droid in a deplorable state while on a journey outside the base, and brought him back. She also found a jet pack, and with some help and her own creativity, fused the droid and pack together to create a working jet pack that was also a protocol droid with functioning retractable arms. The B1's original brain and processor unit was far too simple, but with the protocol droid brain, Bean was capable of translating languages and also taking detailed terrain recordings. He was Red's rear eyes and ears. She almost always had him strapped to her back these days. “We're going travelling. I wonder what Nar Shaddaa is like this time of year?”
Bean still had the original voice of the B1 droid. But his personality was largely very upbeat and cheerful.
“It's largely the same all year, Bean,” said Red in an soft tone, “you will be bored before too long.”
“I'm not so sure, Master Red,” said Bean, “I'm travelling with you, and Master Rawkill!”
“You might have a point, but I hope we don't get too much excitement.” She packed her standard-issue lightsaber, an impersonal variant weapon that worked like any lightsaber, but lacked a personal touch and it didn't bond with the wielder. Nevertheless, it did its job. She also holstered a small hold-out blaster, her mechanic's tools, a medpack belt, and various other small supplies. Finished, she quickly left for Landing Pad 12, as Rawkill had instructed. The Ewok was already waiting for her at the ramp of their shuttle. And she gripped the straps of her jet droid as she neared, nodding at him and followed him into the ship.
Time to rescue Padawans.
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Post by Will Sontir on Feb 22, 2018 21:02:13 GMT -8
A Corellian YT-2400 light freighter passes the Base's IFF pings, and follows it's cleared flight corridor to the hangar and hovers smoothly to where the ground team flaggers guide him to park the freighter.
Corellian Jedi Master Will Son'tir, visibly looking stuffy in the standard jedi robes, plays a bit with the inner fold of the robes around his neck as he continues to toggle the switches of the shutdown sequence checklists.
Will takes a centering breath, gets up out of the pilot's seat, and a big stretch before going down the hall and slapping the boarding ramp access and disembarking the freighter, striding out with his hands inside his pockets. His grizzled face uncharacteristically stony as his icy blue eyes take in all the sites of the hangar. For those who know the man, can see that Will is plainly uncomfortable; maybe it was his wardrobe, maybe it was the environment or the dynamics of why he came to Felucia in the first place. . .
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Feb 23, 2018 11:55:49 GMT -8
*The arrival of one of his fellow Jedi Masters drew Aerandir's attention and he made to meet with him personally. As he arrived in the hangar, he took a brief moment to smirk at the perceived "stereotype" of the Corellian Jedi arriving in a Corellian freighter before approaching the uncomfortable-looking Master and bowing to him.* "Master Son'tir, good to see you and welcome to Felucia. What brings you to us?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 14:51:12 GMT -8
Red had mixed feelings about seeing Nar Shaddaa again. On the one hand, it was what made it possible for her to be here now, on Felucia, on the other, it was a world filled with misery and a daily struggle for survival for her, and considering her gentle and peaceful nature, it was a miracle she survived at all. She loved the beauty of Felucia. Even if it is fraught with its own perils, it was so full of life, and so full of beauty, by comparison to the slums of Nar Shaddaa.“Right away, master,” said Red, and she stood up, taking off for her quarters.“How exciting!” said Bean, the modified B-1 battle droid. Red had found the droid in a deplorable state while on a journey outside the base, and brought him back. She also found a jet pack, and with some help and her own creativity, fused the droid and pack together to create a working jet pack that was also a protocol droid with functioning retractable arms. The B1's original brain and processor unit was far too simple, but with the protocol droid brain, Bean was capable of translating languages and also taking detailed terrain recordings. He was Red's rear eyes and ears. She almost always had him strapped to her back these days. “We're going travelling. I wonder what Nar Shaddaa is like this time of year?”Bean still had the original voice of the B1 droid. But his personality was largely very upbeat and cheerful.“It's largely the same all year, Bean,” said Red in an soft tone, “you will be bored before too long.” “I'm not so sure, Master Red,” said Bean, “I'm travelling with you, and Master Rawkill!”“You might have a point, but I hope we don't get too much excitement.” She packed her standard-issue lightsaber, an impersonal variant weapon that worked like any lightsaber, but lacked a personal touch and it didn't bond with the wielder. Nevertheless, it did its job. She also holstered a small hold-out blaster, her mechanic's tools, a medpack belt, and various other small supplies. Finished, she quickly left for Landing Pad 12, as Rawkill had instructed. The Ewok was already waiting for her at the ramp of their shuttle. And she gripped the straps of her jet droid as she neared, nodding at him and followed him into the ship.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Feb 24, 2018 15:34:42 GMT -8
The Fury-Class Interceptor designated Star Razer dropped its cloak moments before landing - there had been no radio traffic on their entry and sensors would have caught nothing on their entry into the planets atmosphere, giving away knowledge of the planets defenses and the holes within the system. Regardless of the lack of knowledge of the landing an entire squad of Altair's Troopers had sectioned off a space for the Ship within the Hanger and were waiting in full gear, almost like they were ready to receive hostiles - not their own Captain. As the ship began to power down and the docking ramp lowered Altair stalked down the ramp. It looked like he hadn't slept in a month, and the the already lean figure he kept was near gaunt with exhaustion and lack of proper nutrition. He had been deployed for nearly three years now running mission after mission, some himself to give his men the time they needed to recover from their run in with the Chiss in the unknown region and now he looked every bit of half dead himself. Several of them troopers gathered moved forward and saluted, the weary soldier waved away their formality and whispered a soft word to them before turning towards the landing ramp just as his Commando team was disembarking, their weapons trained on a chained and gagged individual wearing the remnants of a Stealth suit that had been removed of nearly all its tech leaving him wearing a dark blue / almost black evo suit with the mask cut away. He had shockingly bright blue eyes and short cut black hair. It was Shadow.
"Take this traitor to the brig..."
*Altair spoke with an air of indifference, as if all the anger and pain he would have normally felt was beyond him at this point in time. He turned to several of the other troopers arranged before him and passed another string of commands among them, and without hesitation they all departed to see to their orders. Only then did the two pilots descend from the landing ramp - also clones... named Janus and they were armed as if standing guard before the docking ramp. Altair approached them wearily whispering.*
"Keep the ship locked down until i can arrange for passage for our other guest..."
*The clones nodded in acknowledgement and stood to attention before the landing ramp their weapons ready. Not even the typical ground crews approached the ship, nothing was done to refit or refuel the craft that had spent to many years in the field without such things. No one touched Altair's ship. Altair himself turned from the two with a soldierly nod and exhaled surveying the state of the Hanger. He noted the YT-2400 and the two Jedi Masters holding conversation before the ships landing ramp. Master Aerandir, just the Jedi he was looking for. Crossing his arms he kept his distance... as tired and frustrated with the estate of things as he was he was not going to encroach into the Jedi's affairs without invitation and so he simply waited - at least for a moment. He doubted his entrance would have gone overlooked - perhaps his remaining presence was enough to inform the Jedi he needed to report in.*
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Post by Will Sontir on Feb 24, 2018 21:40:12 GMT -8
Will painted the signature smirk on his face as the master of the house greeted him personally. Will returned the bow. "Aer. . .uh, GRANDMASTER Calmcacil. It's been awhile. I come representing the Corellian base of the Jedi Order, to personally deliver an update of affairs. Headmaster Roma felt it would be pertinent if a Master treated with the head of the Order rather than simply a holocomm transmission. The two halves of what remain of the Order must continue to operate in concert--under your direction guided by the Will of the one true Force."
The formal language of the typically casually Corellian feels very heavy and forced out of the Jedi's mouth. His jaw can be seen flexing under his cheeks between forming each sentence.
Will has spent the past season away from the bureaucracy of the Order, on a personal crusade to hunt the secret Sith wherever they may hide. It wasn't until recently had he returned home to Serrin and the Corellian academy, bruised, bloodied, broken in more ways than one. He spent time serving on the same High Council as Aer himself before being removed with what Will perceived as a conflict of perceptions. It turns out, Will was correct as to the collapse of the Republic and the ultimate rise of the First Order and the thinly spread Jedi that were rigidly and dogmatically segregated into castes. Will advised Supreme Chancellor Cihlbar as Watchmen to the Mon Calamari Sector, and close friend to the Chancellor fo the Republic until the literal day he died. . .or rather was assassinated. The galaxy went all downhill from then on.
Now with Grandmaster Calmcacil's recent public declaration reaffirming the Jedi Order's role in the galaxy, Will chose to come to Felucia as a physical penance to his prior hubris. That doesn't Will has to comfortable with it.
Before anything else can be exchanged between the two senior masters, the two were met by another interloper into the conversation-- as silent and polite as silent and polite as they were. Will's eyes scan between and the Aer, allowing Aerondir to take point in greeting them into the conversation as the ranking member of the Order. Will recognizes that optics must be maintained about who is in charge of the Order. . .
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Feb 25, 2018 17:22:37 GMT -8
*Aerandir barely stopped himself from twitching slightly when Master Son'tir stopped himself using his first name—which he preferred—and instead switching to his new title almost too emphatically. But the moment passed and he instead focused on the fact that the Corellian's voice matched his looks: Stiff and uncomfortable. He frowned, almost wanting to ask if everything was fine but deciding to wait until they were in a more official setting. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see the soldier waiting but first gave Master Son'tir a nod.* "Very well, I'm eager to hear your reports. Excuse me one moment."
*Aerandir then turned to face the soldier, nodding to him.* "Captain Sirraf, I take it? Welcome back to Felucia." *He glanced past him at the activity in the background before asking,* What do you have to report?"
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Post by Will Sontir on Feb 25, 2018 19:08:09 GMT -8
Will channeled his military training, and returned the curt nod and folded his hands in solemn patience as he turned fully facing Captain Sirraf.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Feb 26, 2018 9:36:15 GMT -8
*Altair moved forward upon finally being addressed crossing the several yards he had kept himself removed to stand nearer the two jedi. His gaze lingered on the newcomer for a short amount of time taking note of his posture and his obvious military background. He nodded very slightly before turning his glance towards the Jedi Master.*
"Masters..."*Altair began wearily*"Jabiim's capital has been blown half to hell by a Sith Lord known as Viox Savage, Rendilli Stardrives has fallen to the First Order Navy, the battle for the planet is... ongoing. I've brought a Prisoner out of the Unknown Regions... a Chiss that may require a Jedi's talents to interrogate. If you desire him alive afterwards that is..."*He hesitated again for a short time but continued before either could speak, perhaps attempting to summon the strength to smirk.*"I've retained the use of one of your force cells to hold a rogue agent of mine, he shouldn't be a danger to the base unless he gets free, my men will see he does not. I advise against anyone speaking with him however."
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