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Post by Meer Naala on Oct 16, 2013 21:16:35 GMT -8
Meer had just finished her statement to the droid when the comm came in. The man sounded relieved by the fact she had commed the landing in. she thought it was standard procedure well at least it was on Corellia or else it was a quick way to get a visit from CorSec and unwanted one at that. Still she didn't speak until the man had finished speaking not wishing to interrupt him as he vented. When the clearance came through she commed the man back.
Thank you very much. I hope your day improves.
With that she brought the ship down towards the given coordinates for a landing.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Oct 28, 2013 7:06:37 GMT -8
A J-1 shuttle, the Libero dropped out of hyperspace, after a week long journey from Corellia. It began transmitting Jedi landing codes, distinguishing itself as a Jedi ship. Johun looked out a viewport at the planet below. He took in a deep breath, contemplating the task at hand. Hopefully, some of his comrades planet side could offer some assistance.
This is Jedi Shuttle Libero, requesting permission to land at the Felucia Jedi base.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Oct 28, 2013 12:51:31 GMT -8
The Libero received confirmation codes authorizing landing at the Jedi base. Lt. Trado dipped the nose planet side and fell into the main flow of traffic toward the planet.
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Post by Panno on Nov 5, 2013 8:59:31 GMT -8
From the swirling of blue wips of hyperspace emerged an Imperial shuttle. Polished it stood out in stark contrast against the ever going blackness of space. Inside the lone pilot looked down at the planet below him, even down here he could feel the planet. Teeming with life, it shone with a brilliance often reserved for suns. Blinking he saw it as it really was. Although the force sight had let him melas el at the beauty of te living force Felucia also had another type of appeal. The planet was stunning, unsullied by most sentient species the planet looked as it had all through time. Different hues of green, blue, red and intact the whole rainbow could be seen. It was truly breathtaking.
The Imperial Knight on board had felt a pull here from the force. He did not know why he was here only that he was. Typing into the holo the planets name he got a whole bunch of info on it. Most of it useless to him. What type of air, list of battles, even a few classified Imperial documents. No what he wanted was the list of inhabitants, scrolling down he saw that there was a Jedi enclave here. Maybe they would still be here, Maybe not. This is Knight Grai'Tal requesting permission to land. 'It struck him then that they would no doubt figure he was a Jedi. After all both organizations had the same ranks more or less, and he wondered idly if he should let them know not a Jedi.
He decided against it though. Although the two organizations had worked together in the past there could still be a lot of bad blood. Sith-Imperial war, the numerous galactic empires since then. All had bad reputations with the Jedi, mostly due to the fact that those were Sith run groups. He would sort this out on the planet as his armour he wore would give him away instantly.
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Post by Culex on Nov 5, 2013 14:50:32 GMT -8
*Must he really resort to this? Oh, but he needed that file, and it was the only way to acquire it! But if the bigwigs found out, they might decommission him! He just had to be careful, rewire connections and monitoring software, cover his tracks, make sure no one knew he was torrenting. So when he suddenly heard the voice through his comms, the AI's projection jolted and looked around meekly.*
It's not illegal, I swear, the item's been out of circulation so long this was the only way, I won't do it again!
*... and then no one was there. Oh, it came from the comms channel. Whew, good thing his speaker hadn't been on, or else he'd have some explaining to do, just like to nearly every other person who passed through orbit... He calmed himself, composed his programming, and responded.*
:: Greetings, Knight Grai'Tal. Sending you coordinates now. Please enjoy your stay. ::
*As he sent the package to the ship, Culex felt a bit relieved; all thing considered, this was a very smooth exchanged compared to former visits. He had to be grateful for that, but he reminded himself to keep his electronic mouth shut until the visitor was on their way away, lest he bungle this one as well...*
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Post by Celia Oshala on Dec 3, 2013 10:02:35 GMT -8
I come into the cockpit just as the droid pilot is receiving the landing coordinates and entering them in. "There she is," I say as I take a seat, "Felucia."
"Yes indeed, ma'am. Please strap in as we make our descent."
It might be my imagination, but I think I can feel the heightened life energy radiating from the planet, even all the way up here. I buckle up and watch the greenish-gold planet fill the viewscreen as we enter the atmosphere.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Dec 7, 2013 11:37:36 GMT -8
The obsidian hulled Simic glided out of hyperspace and into real space, its prow angling towards the colorful planet below.
"Of all places to be..." A hooded figure hissed out in a male voice.
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Hesper Calix
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Post by Hesper Calix on Dec 7, 2013 15:35:24 GMT -8
-The inner sections of the civilian transport ship smelt of every foul odour known to the galaxy, but the former-Jedi did not seem to mind. She sat silently in the back of the vessel in a state of tranquil meditation as the ship entered Felucia's upper atmosphere. The pilot made a garbled announcement over the overhead speakers that they had arrived at the small space pylon used to ferry passengers to and from the surface. Hesper gathered herself and stepped out of the vessel, heading towards one of the courtesy shuttles that travelled towards the surface.-
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Post by Tantin on Dec 10, 2013 19:06:47 GMT -8
Amid the usual starship traffic above Felucia, another civilian transport appeared from hyperspace. Aboard were several passengers, coming from the territories. The ship was cleared, going through regular landing protocol. The only passenger that seemed to stand out was a Kushiban, a very odd species to see this far out into civilized space. If you could call Felucia civilized. The Kushiban was named Tantin, and he was small. At least compared to most of the other occupants of the ship. His parents had paid his way, and the few possessions he had brought with him were strapped to his back in his sort of pack. He laid curled up in a seat, his ears resting on the cushion as he watched the other passengers move around. Several had weapons, others were covered in scars and tattoos. Both seemed bad to Tantin, and he kept getting a feeling something was wrong. Being only four, however, he did not fully understand that something had already happened.
In the cockpit, the pilots were held at gunpoint, and after they were cleared for landing, the pirates gave them new coordinates to land the ship. The transport changed course, and this went unknown to many of the passengers. The pirates were pros, and they knew how to keep everyone calm until it was time to rob them, or kill them, or both. Whichever way seemed more fun. What they didn't account for was one of the pilots suddenly getting brave, and turning off the inertial dampeners and sending the transport into a dive to the planet's surface. The transport's occupants were flung around the inside, and because of the excessive G-forces cause by the ship's speed, were knocked unconscious. The pirates were flung to the floor, ceiling, and walls, and the co-pilot just had enough time to reactivate the inertial dampeners before he passed out. With no one conscious to pilot the ship, it continued its rapid descent towards the surface of Felucia unguided....
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Post by Tia Cho on Jan 5, 2014 10:33:03 GMT -8
A small transport came out of hyperspace and was heading the wrong way, it was heading away from the planet until after a few moments it turned round and heads towards Felucia. Its passangers a sick and dieing jedi master and a Pantoran female padawan, plus a crazy astro droid Z4. Well that's what Tia calls him from time to time as he is so clumsy and stuff always goes wrong when he is about. Like todays approach to felucia which Tia will remember for the rest of her life. Tia was at the controls while her master rested and Z4 was doing something to the thrusters, she had no idea about ships apart from knowing how to fly one. There was a beep of frantic noise from Z4 then a bang and the transport starts to rattle. She made course corrections and nearly hit a oncoming cargo ship. She shouts back at z4. "Z4! what was that? Did you break something?" The droid came shooting beeping away then speeds out the cockpit and use's the driod hatch to go outside. "WOOOOOOO what are you doing going outsi............." But it was to late he was gone, Tia looked over her data and it shows that the thruster on the right side was about to explode. "What did you do you crazy little fool your going to kill us." Felucia was fast getting closer. |
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Post by Argia on Jan 14, 2014 11:39:23 GMT -8
? A CloakShape fighter, drawn by a hyperspace sled, emerges from hyperspace in the Felucia system. All systems are offline; the hyperspace sled detaches mechanically and the small amount of inertia that remains from the reversion to realspace is all that permits the CloakShape to slowly drift towards the planet Felucia. The direction from which it came, for those well-versed in astrogation, is generally that of Honoghr or Ossus, but the CloakShape fighter was not present in either of those systems before arriving here.
The pilot of this fighter is a Diathim, and anyone in proximity to the fighter would recognize him as such from the soft glow of his skin, if they are familiar with the descriptions of angels from spacer lore, or have been to Iego. His name is Argia, and he is a Jedi. Perhaps those blessed with attention to the Force would feel his impending arrival planetside. Depending on who they are, they might even recognize it as a boon or a threat, because such is the way the universe works.
Stars glimmer faintly in the distance and reflect their shine off of the glossy paint of the fighter's hull, colored black. No lights at all, save the skin of the man himself, illuminate the ship. Within, the Diathim wears a duster coat in equal black to the fighter's theme, and underneath, alternating layers of white and black. There is a theme going on here. He sports shades tinted dark which conceal, perhaps unintentionally, his eyes; his platinum hair is pulled back in a ponytail that reaches to his shoulderblades, between the wings which cannot be neglected. The captain's chair is modified to permit these translucent organs to stretch freely behind him, without pinching them beneath his body. In like fashion, his duster coat has seamed holes through which the wings pass comfortably and so preserve his ability to fly.
His lightsaber sits in a holster on his belt. Rather than the usual sliding clip, or carabiner to a ring on the pommel, he rests it in a black leather case quite like one would use for a gun. The name of this lightsaber is Lux, and again unlike most lightsabers, the hilt itself is a half-meter in length and 2.5 kilograms in weight. In fact, it would be better to call Lux a lightclub; a weapon clearly fashioned for use with two hands, it is dual-phase equipped and can extend its silver blade to three meters or one and a half interchangeably.
And as for Argia himself, he has been trained according to the perspective that the Jedi Code is a prophecy of the state of the universe after the Jedi have completed their mission. An evangelizing angel. To further that purpose, he has two skills with the Force: one to detect life, and one to end life. His meditation right now is with Life Sense. The world he approaches is teeming with organisms, all begging for their perpetuated existence at the expense of another. The great tragedy of the Force. His face remains stoic as the approach of the CloakShape fighter brings them both to the middle of Felucia's gravity well. Within an hour, his ship will enter into a fast-decaying orbit and land on planetside, all without him having to so much as lift a finger to the controls of the ship since his entrance into hyperspace.
The leathery skin folds of the corners of his mouth remain motionless. His thoughts are blank except for the recognition of the living beings on the planet below. He will soon be there. He will soon rescue them all. ?
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Post by Johun Starfield on Feb 25, 2014 9:52:29 GMT -8
The Libero entered orbit and paused, waiting on the navicomputer to plot the hyperspace trip to Corellia.
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Post by Kulaan on Feb 25, 2014 20:51:48 GMT -8
*Kulaan entered the cabin that Johun had indicated would of been hers as Von had so quickly claimed the other one. She placed her pack up against a wall and looked around for a moment before walking up to the viewport she could still see a small portion of Felucia from this angle. Her tail curled to turn outside her elbow to also point towards the viewport, A slight smile formed on her face. She was leaving Felucia having become a padawan. Blinking she turned towards the wall where Von was. The situation wasn't quite what she had expected. She had expected to have to grow in responsibilities when she became a padawan, she hadn't expected to be immediately placed with the responsibility of another persons life. She wasn't sure what to do about that.
She sighed and turned her gaze to the robes that had been set out for her. Her tail turned as well, arching severely the hairs on it started to stick out more than usual. She smirked reaching back to pat the tail which quickly darted out of reach. It had been a while since she had put on robes, but her tail had always hated them. She would get them on later for now she went back to the viewport and sat down to meditate, her tail staying as far away from the robes as it could.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Feb 27, 2014 6:45:43 GMT -8
The vast star field morphed into star lines ate the Libero made the jump to hyperspace. Next stop, Corellia's Orbit
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Ander Tagira
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Post by Ander Tagira on Apr 21, 2014 14:25:35 GMT -8
"Tag" [UNDESIGNATED]
Operator, GALSAF Black Operations Group One
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1000 hours, Local Time The Firestorm exited hyperspace along the edges of Felucian space, it's spearhead bow angled towards the wild planet still some distance beyond. From its bay launched a small vessel, a gunship of the LAAT family. The vessel was painted a special coat of black that helped hide it from sensors, and was equipped with a variety of systems to keep it from detection when needed. On board was a scouting party of GALSAF commandos, tasked with gathering information regarding a slaving ring of Sith that had hidden themselves away on an abandoned Old Republic military compound somewhere in the dense, unforgiving jungles of Felucia. As the vessel disappeared into hyperspace, making the short jump to the planet itself, Tag watched from the observation deck with his newfound companions beside him."We should have reports within twenty hours." He told Ellie Ordo, the Mandalorian woman at his side. She was slender of build, with fierce eyes and a mind devoted to her mission of rescuing a Jedi captured by the slavers. GALSAF had offered its assistance, and would be providing a distraction for the Sith slaving ring in order to see Ordo's mission to completion. |
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Apr 21, 2014 18:07:19 GMT -8
*Ellie watched from the viewport as the LAAT jumped to hyperspace. Her gaze found its way to the planet itself. She couldn't help but wonder what was down their. After all, she had head stories of horrible things happening to people there throughout the years. The sound of Tag speaking brought her attention back to reality.*
"Good. The quicker we get down there, the quicker we can get this done."
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Post by Ander Tagira on Apr 24, 2014 21:32:08 GMT -8
Gaunt scoffed at Ellie's remark, and spoke for the first time since they'd rescued the Mandalorian woman and her companions on board their ill-fated vessel over Ryloth. He was standing beside Tag, his arms crossed over his armored chest. "You can't rush progress." He muttered, prompting Tag to wonder why he seemed to be in such a foul mood. He decided to bring it up with Gaunt once they were out of earshot of Ellie and her companions. For the time being, he silenced Gaunt's depression with an elbow nudge to the man's side. He looked over at Ellie. "We should all get some rest. Once we hit dirtside, there won't be any time for it." Tag gave Felucia a final glance, the planet was little more than a half-dark speckle of light in the distance from. He turned away from the viewport and stalked across the observation deck towards the turbolift nearby. He was feeling oddly exhausted, emotionally as well as physically. He'd been suffering from troubled sleep over the past several weeks, and had failed to identify why. A cup of caf seemed like a good idea, and he was tempted to offer one to Ellie, with whom he'd had little opportunity to speak in private since they left from Ryloth.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Apr 25, 2014 16:30:22 GMT -8
*Ellie raised an eyebrow at Gaunts response. She chose to remain silent though, better not to step on anyone's toes now. When Tag mentioned getting some rest, Ellir gave a nod before turning and following him.*
"Rest sounds good. I've been through so much the past few days I haven't had time to sleep and heal my wounds."
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Post by Ander Tagira on Apr 25, 2014 19:49:19 GMT -8
"I know how you feel. There's almost never enough time." He grunted in reply. Tag slapped the control panel for the turbolift as Ellie approached from behind. The door slid open with a quiet hiss and he stepped into the carriage, then keyed the interior panel. The lift shook slightly as it began to move downward. "i'm fixing to grab a cup of caf from the mess before hitting the sack, care to join me?" He offered, glancing over at the woman with a practiced eye. She did look tired, Tag reflected, as much so as he felt. He didn't know the woman all that well, considering the short time her and her companions had been with them, but Tag could tell when a soldier was feeling like the notched blade of a sword. "The stuff normally keeps a person up, but I've found it helps me sleep better." He added as an afterthought as the lift shuddered to a halt and the doors opened to the crew deck.
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Post by Zimmy on Apr 30, 2014 22:35:50 GMT -8
Zimmy stood in the Firestorm's hangar bay, leafing through reports on a datapad, his helmet tucked under his arm. He liked to feel the air on his face before battle. Sure, his buy'ce had protected his head from blaster bolts and falling debris on more than one occasion, but to feel the breath of the wind on his ear, to feel rain in his hair, to taste air that hadn't been recycled countless times was bliss for him. A commando jogged towards him and asked a question about weight ratios in one of the LAAT/c. Zimmy pointed him to the quartermaster, chuckling to himself as the soldier jogged away. Put a datapad in someone's hand and people flock to them with their problems.
A loud thunk resonated through the hangar bay as the last AT-TE was mated with its LAAT/c. Zimmy had always found the merger of the two machines pretty funny. It looked like a mynock latched to the butt of a six legged akk dog. A few troops had gathered near the LAAT/i. No one manned them yet, the techs were still poking around in them, arguing amongst themselves about weapon calibrations or engine output or fuel consumption. The soldiers loitered with nothing better to do before the drop. Some were probably still in their quarters playing cards or writing in journals, others having meals or drinks, others just sitting silently. The time before battle was the strangest. Anticipation did strange things to people.
Zimmy looked to another officer on duty.
"Will it be a while yet 'til we're in orbit?"
The officer nodded.
"Well, I'm heading to the mess hall. I need a cup of caf or something. Can I get you anything?"
The officer asked for a cup as well. That trick always worked. Do someone a favor and they'd cover for you. Not that there was much to cover. Zimmy had handled his job. All of the heavy ordinance had been loaded onto the correct dropships. All of the necessary ammunition and power supplies as well. Zimmy smiled and turned off his datapad, sliding it into his belt and walking towards the mess. The sound of preparations followed him; shouting voices, thuds and clangs. Zimmy realized that he had a headache. It was good to be out of the din.
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