Whill Shaman Dažbog
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on May 7, 2013 14:18:55 GMT -8
 Within each of the four Jedi Council spires of the Coruscant Jedi Temple was housed a three-story hangar facility, equipped with a garage, launching chamber, and air-traffic control pod. Each hangar bay was equipped with a retractable landing platform capable of extending out from the tower, permitting Jedi to take off in order to complete their missions without using public transportation |
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Will Sontir
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Post by Will Sontir on May 7, 2013 19:23:26 GMT -8
The small noghri personnel transport lands in its designated birth with audible thunk; overshadowing the idea of a rough journey for it's occupants.
As the boarding ramp descended, the ramp made a more elegant descent than the shuttle's occupants might have been able to do under current circumstances.
Master Will Son'tir walked down with casual, militaristic irreverence indicative of exhausted foot soldiers on their arrival home. Will rubs his usually intense eyes now showing fatigue from a long trip coming from a less than honorable environment with his companion that followed him down the ramp. After a short bender in a local pub in the capitol of Honoghr with a handful of the members of the Watch; most of the trip to the Core and the seat of the Jedi Order was spent sleeping off a hangover-- at least for Will.
As Will steps of the ramp he stretches out and stress tests all his major muscle groups to try and limber up, wake up, and hold himself with a level of dignity befitting a jedi of his stature. . .Will throws a knowing eye towards his colleague and companion on this trip, Watch Lead Adi Matango. . .
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Adi
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Post by Adi on May 8, 2013 8:33:56 GMT -8
Due to the fact that the esteemed Jedi Master snored like Wookiee with a sinus infection, Matango hadn't slept a wink on the trip here...and was still in semi-rough shape. While the alcohol had long-since exited his system, Adi had been left with what can only be described as the worst. hangover. EVAR. Somewhere in the mix of wine, and Corellian Ale, and Anaxilea knew what else, Adi had pretty much tied on the worst drunken state since the 2009 Sithies....
...And we don't want to rehash -that-, now, do we? Especially in a place like the Jedi Temple....boob-related incidents just don't mesh well with peace, tranquility, and people that lived their lives in meditation.
Pulling a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and putting them on, Adi stood up, and exited the common area just behind Will. The clothes he had worn the night before still hung on his body...as wrinkled and rumpled as the Jedi Knight felt. Vowing in his mind that he would -never- do -THAT- again, he made his way toward the back of the cargo bay. He hadn't even made it to the bottom of the ramp when he pulled something else out of his pocket, and looked at the Corellian Jedi.
"Here, this helps with the hangover. You should really have that snoring checked out, Sir. I think you have a touch of apnea." Lighting the small, thin cigarette, and taking a drag, he hands it to the Jedi Master. "Trust me on this...Honoghr is on the cutting edge as far as homeopathic and natural medicine. I've spent too much time in bacta tanks, and drugged up after being injured...I got tired of the chemicals. 100 percent, all natural painkiller, with no adverse side effects....other than getting extremely hungry sometimes.
Better than synthetically created pain medicine any day, if you ask me."
Hey, it was legal here on Coruscant too...Adi himself had shipped quite literally tons to the Jedi temple for the masters that used it for its meditative properties....
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Will Sontir
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Post by Will Sontir on May 8, 2013 16:25:58 GMT -8
After finishing his nonchalant stretches, the jedi master simply waved off the offer for 'holistic medicines' with a simple frown and a shake of the head. Will gives Adi an appraising look. "You'd better get some sleep and change; I think the Masters have set up a room for you in the knight's wing. I am going to head to my own Master's quarters and meditate on what is to come. Honestly, there is much in motion neither one of us can see. We are on the ground and we need to be centered in order for us to discuss what the Council needs of us." Will eyes Adi's all natural number. "And if you aren't hearing me, and I am advising you take it easy on that stuff. If we have a chance in turning the tide of that siege, we must first win the battle with the Council; which won't be easy. But the meeting is not until tomorrow. Prepare." Will's eyes locked with that of Matango's with nothing more then simple seriousness; not betraying any knowledge or indication that he knows the Council's plans for Adi. Will nods a blinkless bow to Adi and strides out of the hangar leaving Adi with his natural sedative and his thoughts. . . .
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Devlin Dewe
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Post by Devlin Dewe on May 12, 2013 2:55:16 GMT -8
After navigating the crowded space lanes, Devlin finally broke through into atmo only to then have to navigate the crowded airways. Traffic in Coruscant was always bad.
An A-wing flies through the hangar's maw. Devlin deftly pilots it to an open area and gently lands his starfighter. He powers down the craft before climbing out and locking his ship. Breathing in the city smell, he wrinkles his nose slightly.
Or maybe that was just the smell left from Adi and Will's passing...
Certain he has all he will need, he begins to weave through the hangar and the ships berthed there and to walk toward the main of the Jedi Temple.
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Aerandir Calmcacil
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on May 12, 2013 22:32:08 GMT -8
*The Horizon-class star yacht sailed into the Jedi Temple's hangar, slowing and coming to a stop over an empty landing pad. The ship turned as its landing struts extended, then slowly began to touch down upon the cold floor of the hangar. The ship shut down as antitheft measures were put into effect, then the ramp lowered. Two people descended, a man and a woman, arms interlocked. The man was dressed in a set of white Jedi adventure robes, while the woman was dressed more casually.
They were Aerandir and Cassie Calmcacil, newly married couple. And yet, in the midst of these happy times were also shocking news, that the Mandalorians had banded together to wage war against all those who allied themselves with the Force, light or dark. They had ransacked Yavin IV, meaning two of their Councilors were unable to make it to today's meeting. And Aerandir initially had to wonder why the meeting was still happening, why they hadn't just gone straight to Yavin IV to provide aid. But the answer, he knew, was simple: The Jedi had to approach this reasonably, and not charge in blindly without a strategy.
The Council still had their agenda, their goals for the meeting that were planned before this attack. But now they had other subjects to speak of. Cassie, who rarely even ventured away from Felucia or Belkadan in the past, had come with him because she had wanted to be with him. They were married now, after all, and she wished to know more about his Councilor duties, and the Order across the galaxy as a whole. And Aerandir was happy for her presence. As for his children, he wanted to bring them, wanted them to be beside him so he knew they'd be safe. But Coruscant was a bigger target by far than Felucia; few knew Felucia was the sight of a Jedi establishment anyway. And besides, with Ambar and Tom there, they were in more than capable hands.
Not to mention, Morgan would be far safer under the protection of her mother.
He could see that others had arrived; Masters Will Son'tir and Devlin Dewe, and Knight Adieumus Matango. Aerandir pointed these people out to Cassie, naming them for her, though knew he could introduce them personally later. For now, they would proceed to their temporary quarters, where they would have just enough time to prepare for the meeting. Then they would hold their conference. Then they would know what to do.*
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Kel'Al Raganella
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on May 13, 2013 20:01:31 GMT -8
Kel'Al Raganella guided his sleek, green and white Corellian Tracer neatly through the exact center of the Jedi Temple's wide hangar bay, then angled slightly to the left, and touched down between a Horizon-class star yacht and another empty landing pad. There was a soft hiss of air as the engines began their cool-down process, and a tiny pop as the Jedi pilot released his viewscreen, and pushed it up, letting in the mildly fresher, but exhaust-poluted, air of the hangar.
As he tossed his pilot's helmet over his shoulder into the empty cockpit and straightened the outer tunic of green Corellian robes, Kel'Al could sense the presence of many Jedi Masters, some of them quite familiar. He was surprised. He had come to brief the Jedi Council on his recent undercover visit to Vortex, but it seemed that a gathering or meeting of Jedi was taking place for some other reason. Signalling to R2-D7 to see to refueling the starfighter, Kel set off toward the Temple entrance with quickened steps.
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Post by Archetheus on Jun 15, 2013 12:09:53 GMT -8
He entered the hanger bays, brought the ship down upon a landing pad and continued into the Jedi temple.
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Post by Archetheus on Jun 15, 2013 15:16:50 GMT -8
ARCHETHEUS FELT A DARKNESS WHISPER INTO HIS EAR. . .
He pretended he didn't listen, but he did not deny the fact that something inside of him was changing. Forcefully. Is there a possibility that Evil can grow so much it begins to take over who you are? He did his best to pretend everything was alright. He kept telling himself that, and also that he was almost out of here. Entering the Hanger bay he saw his ship feeling relief, with each step a menacing feeling to kill grew inside of him. He thought he was finally home free when that curious Padawan came out from behind Arc's ship, he grew emotionless for the moment being as he took a few steps towards the boy and looked down upon him with a grim expression. Then suddenly Archetheus blacked out, when he felt a shroud of darkness get the best of his mind.
What followed, was the feeling of hate against the Jedi. & death of an innocent. He awoke, in his ship taking off in the skies of Coruscant when two Jedi star fighters began chasing him. He did not exactly know what just happened but the Jedi were chasing him, trying to kill him before he killed others. What have i done. He said to himself.
It felt like there was a knot in his stomach, twisting and turning. It was enough to make him sick. This feeling was the result of what he just did, back in the hanger bay Yol'Ki's Jedi Padawan was dead. Yol, filled with guilt with his eyes set on Arc's fleeing ship as it vanished beyond the clouds above. I...will bury him myself. He is my responsibility but i failed him. Yol'Ki fell to his knees before his padawan. This is, my darkest hour. He closed his eyes and began reciting an old Jedi prayer, but deep down his mind was cheating on the Jedi way. Deep down he wanted his friend dead. Yol closed his eyes and meditated. Hours would pass, everyone would be cleared of this hanger and the day would go on.
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Adi
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Post by Adi on Jun 22, 2013 18:07:07 GMT -8
Pausing only long enough to send a comlink to Ael Jade, Adieumus strode into the hangar, and climbed into the cockpit of his A-2 Dragon fighter. He pulled the helmet with the advanced HUD onto his head, closed the canopy, and fired the ships lift thrusters so he could bring it out of the hangar. Opening the channel, he called to the tower.
Jedi Temple Tower, this is 'The Manx'. Clearance codes are being transmitted, and I am exiting the temple. Thank you for your hospitality!
Slowly bringing the ship out of the hangar, the Jedi Master brought it nose up, and blasted off for orbit.
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Ak-Akari Obachu
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Post by Ak-Akari Obachu on Jun 22, 2013 18:45:32 GMT -8
Ak-Akari hopped into the X-83 fighter Adi had so kindly held in reserve for him. He took a moment to familiarize himself with the controls, then lifted the ship out of the hangar.
"Tower, this is Ak-Akari Obachu. I'm with Master Matango, the Council approval for my assignment should be there shortly. Time is critical, so I'll be out of your hair."
He then took off, heading into orbit.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2013 14:15:41 GMT -8
*I had not encountered Adi upon departing the Council chamber and whilst riding the turbolift down toward the hangar; the natural port of call considering the urgent state of affairs, I had quietened my mind and searched out for the feel of his presence, it wasn't a signature in the force I was overly familiar with, yet a focused mind could feel that distinct edge the Watch Master's presence contained. It was not close.
The doors whispered opened and I strolled out of the turbolift making my way toward a more casually adorned Jedi, the Hangar Master, dressed in a deep blue robe and holding a datapad.
The Iktotchi looked up at me with a look of interest.**The Iktotchi did not even glance at the datapad and dipped his head.**Then before I could continue with my line of inquiry he passed me a data stick.**That said he turned and went about his business, I thanked him and with data stick in hand I moved toward an A-24 Sleuth and clambered aboard, settling into the chair I brought systems online and fired up the engines.
Following having tested the systems and flaps lifted off, vectoring the thrusters for a smooth even take off banking the craft around and gliding her toward the exit out of which I could see a busy, bustling skyline, cleared by Coruscant control for a straight out departure I threw power to the main engines and she powered skyward nicely, her sleek nimble shape diving through the traffic lanes.*
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Will Sontir
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Post by Will Sontir on Jul 11, 2013 1:23:40 GMT -8
Jedi Master Will Son'tir's hard soled leather knee-high boots gave a deep thud with each hurried step that the Corellian gave. Will's piercing blue eyes tracing available small transports in the Temple Hangars. He cocks a sideways smirk when he finds a suitable transport. Will, without looking away from his chosen transport and puts a hand out to stop the nearest engineer who seem to quickly scurrying to and fro busy doing . . . what mechanics do; Will points at the transport and asks (with his usual charm) for the access codes for that transport). As a new member of the Jedi High Council, he has access to the complete breadth of the jedi's most considerable resources.
After getting the access codes from an awfully antsy engineer (might be because of being in the presence of a Jedi High Councilor, perhaps it was because he was naturally skiddish), Will strides over to the transport: a Corellian made YT-1760 small transport freighter. Fast, agile, minimum crew, maximum shielding, few systems. Perfect for a quick smash and grab. He moves in under the vehicle, Will keys in the access codes on an overhead keypad and a boarding ramp swiftly descends down the middle of the transport; Will moves quickly up the ramp, and slaps the access pad to quickly retract the ramp. The Corellian Jedi Master plops himself into the pilot's chair and his hand moves swiftly across each console and toggle switches to begin preflight warm ups.
After the proper sequences have been observed, he quickly comms Temple Control to identify himself and voice his intention to depart. With audible servos whining and repulsor lifts hissing, the small Corellian transport liftes off te durasteel deck plating and swings laterally towards the mouth of the hangar and into the flickering lights of Coruscant's cityscape a dusk.
As usual, Will uses his prefferred status as a Jedi Master to bypass normal traffic lanes and angles velocity to head straight into orbit. Whoever gave the latest report in the HNN on power abuse in the High Council will have a field day with this.
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Alaric Lamar
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Post by Alaric Lamar on Aug 30, 2013 21:21:20 GMT -8
The Temple Hangar was as empty and devoid of life as many other rooms of the Temple. Once home to hundreds of speeders, starfighters and transports, the jedi's vehicles were either loaned to the Republic war effort or used by the hundreds of jedi fighting on the front lines, leaving the temple empty of transportation and life... Alaric and the other jedi exited the turbolift and looked over the hangar... Jason gave a low whistle* "There's nothing left..." *The comment was quiet, a private verbalization of the toll of the conflict.
"Shouldn't be hard to find the... There it is." Grunted Kao. He gestured to the far side of the hangar were a Ministry Class Orbital shuttle was docked. A small crew of mechanics, a small team was all the temple could support and the Republic could donate, was refueling the ship. There were several orange and black Republic Troopers standing at attention by the boarding ramp, apparently waiting for them.
"Let's not keep them waiting." Said Alaric as he began to walk forward, however the powerful hand of Roblio clamped down on his shoulder, stopping him. Alaric twisted away from his grip and stared at him, a small frown creasing his eyebrows.
"Slow down Sentinel, I just think it's important that we talk about this mission, away from any prying ears..." He said in a conspiritorial tone. The other jedi guardians gathered... Alaric saw Jason roll his eyes, but he entered their little circle as well. Roblio began again "There's something the Council isn't telling us. You could sense it... they were holding something back."
"Meh." Said Meela, which was about all she offered on during conversation. However her tone implied skepticism which merited a frown from Roblio.
I admit there was something off, but if the council didn't tell us there had to have been a reason... Maybe they forsaw one or all of us dying and did not tell us so we would not dwell on it. What do you think Fayian?" Asked Alaric, hoping her connection to the force would offer them insight.
She frowned then spoke softly. "Our future is masked by the darkside... I too am curious why they would send 6 Knights on this mission. While the six of us together could win great victories, the weight of this mission weighs upon my conscience. Why not have a Council Member or several masters lead us?"
"I am confident that we will succeed. We are as skilled as any master, each of us has proven ourselves on the battlefield, against the darkside countless times. Tow of us are sentinels to find the dark, to identify it and we have 4 guardians to destroy it. The sith will have most of their force users fighting on the front as well, it's not as if we are moving against Malak himself and even if we were no being could stand up to our combined power. I have done my research on all of us and so has Jason and I know that he discovered, like I have, that we have all been instructed in Wall of Light..." Alaric spoke those final words and a hush came over the group, a realization of the ramifications that this revelation entailed were... scary to say the least. Alaric assumed that each individual, except Jason believed that they were the only one trained in the power... Now that they all knew the power each individual possessed and the terrible power they possessed together, the group somehow came closer together. there was a trust and understanding felt between them all, for now they knew why they had been chosen... Together they could cleanse a planet of all traces of the dark, together the dark could not stand against their wall of light.
With all the knights at an understanding they now strode confidently towards the shuttle, perhaps too conffidently thought Alaric... Perhaps he should not have inspired them in such a way. As if to put words to his doubts Jason walked next to him and spoke quietly. "We should have handled that with a little more tact. The force aura coming off them is enough to put a sun's light to shame... They may now be confident but confidence leads to arrogance and without caution we will fail..."
Irritated at being chastised and hearing his own private fears aloud, Alaric retorted "You saw how scared they were. They were questioning the council. I myself had my doubts, but now we are united, not just in our mission but by something more, you can feel it as well."
All Jason said was "We shall see."
Those words were sobering and unwanted as Alaric followed the rest of the jedi towards the shuttle. As they approached the troopers saluted. You could see it in their eyes that these men were not rookiees. Like them, Alaric assumed, they were rotated away from the battlefield and assigned to this mission... they were no doubt as irritated and skeptical as they had been moments earlier.
"If you all would strap in the passenger compartment, we'll head out. No use making the good Captain wait." Said a Sergeant.
The Jedi glanced at each other, and no doubt one felt insulted at the lack of respect but they moved into the shuttle and strapped themselves in. the troopers followed them in and sat across from them and Alaric could not help but feel that this seperation would be a problem with the mission... They did not trust the jedi? They were furious at being reassigned? They thought the mission was irrelevent? Had they even been told the mission?
While Alaric wrestled with his thoughts the shuttle rose off the ground and roared out of the hangar, entering into the storm besetting the Coruscant skyline...
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Nemo
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Post by Nemo on Sept 29, 2013 9:27:37 GMT -8
Bay 94, that was where the Zephyr was docked. Nemo's personal corvette was far from a mighty warship but she could hold her own against pirates and criminals. It had been the Jedi Master's home for a good few years now and he was doubly glad to see her again. Glad that she was still here, there had been many missions that he thought he'd never see her again, and glad to be getting on with his investigation. The person responsible for the death of his friend would face justice. He glanced back to see how far behind him Isabo was before striding towards his pride and joy.
He waved his hand towards the airlock as he approached and the hanger bay door opened, the usual was to enter the ship when it was on the ground. The Jedi walked on board and looked around, it was all as he had left it, which was in a bit of a state. The hanger was cluttered with spare parts and instruction manuals and tools. He hadn't had a good engineer on board in a while.
"Well, looks like this place needs a bit of a tidy up, not to mention a service!"
He said only half expecting Isabo to have followed him on board. He looked around again before walking over to the turbolift door, pressing the button. He looked back towards the door or wherever Isabo was in the hanger. The door opened and he gestured inside.
"Join me on the bridge?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 18:30:58 GMT -8
As the prototype shuttle made its way quietly into a landing pad, I stepped out in a set of new jedi robes which were minorly more ornate than even the garb i wore to Carida. but then again, I was now a master. although the world looked at every jedi as "master" i needed to step up and portray the responsibilities of my new station
::Master?::
"Yes Gordon?"
::i am afraid to report, but i haven't heard from the droid piloting the Raiden on our escape run. it could be any number of factors, but having a more secure connection at the temple... The Raiden was destroyed in combat::
I wiped a tear from my eye. the losses had been great recently, Puck lost the remainder of the mineral keeping his spirit in a singular location, the base was destroyed, and i had as of yet no knowledge that any other Jedi made it past the opposing armada safely, and my latest ship was destroyed. The last one wasn't as bad... but it felt that i was acing every class in the "Anakin Skywalker school of landing". shaking my head, i composed myself before making my way to the council spire to report what had happened.
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Eli Vandal
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Post by Eli Vandal on Nov 13, 2013 8:14:25 GMT -8
Meditation was not something one fell upon, but something one flew to, in constant contemplation of the inner self. And just as Eli’s X-wing took to autopilot in orbit, towards the Jedi Academy, so did the Jedi Master’s mind towards reverie. The intents of his self-thought were unknown; such was the nature of the daily trances, where his mind would take him to the topics of utmost importance. It turned to the darkness of the universe, a looming cloud of threatening magnitude, descending from the reaches of space unto planets without prejudice. People ran, screaming, and Eli sat motionless in a hovering position, far removed from the pressing threat of slaughter. But he felt a burden upon his shoulders, pushing him to the ground. The burden wasn’t guilt, but ownership; ownership for the pain that these people would receive. The fires would engulf them. Ever since his Trials of the Flesh, the concept of pain within his meditations manifested itself against the face of a flame, wide spread and licking like a feral cat with not purpose. It wasn’t a fear of the flame that inspired him in such ways, just the knowledge that it was his greatest weakness, that aroused constant reminder of its power.
The landing platform ejected from the storied hangar like a tongue from the mouth of a mocking child. The X-wing spun around itself before landing, it’s legs extended out in anticipation. Claw retracted from the tongue, re-animated zombie fingers brought to life with the surge of electricity, and gripped the ship tightly as the tongue moved back into the Hangar. The ship almost appeared to be swallowed whole by the structure.
The shield popped upward with a singular thrust from Eli and he hopped from the vessel, duster coat flapping behind him the sudden burst of energy. What was on his was the most rustic of uniforms a Jedi Master could don, brown from color or dirt, it was difficult to say. His skin was dark, his hair cut short but showing signs of growth, and his eyes a dark forest emerald set against slightly sunken sockets. He left his modern weapons in the vehicle, in a sack behind the seat, and pressed a remote that closed the windshield with the aid of a hydraulic press.
“Keep her warm, for me.” He spoke to the droid sitting aimless in a pocket behind the shield, to which it responded with a spin of its carapace and a mixture of beeps and boops. He turned on a dime and with a smile, only to nearly run over a running children. He couldn't help but laugh as he found one, not older than six, clinging to his legs. Bending down, sighing at the strain of his knees, he held the young child at arm’s length and inspected him. He was small, even for his age, with sandy hair and tanned skin, eyes bright and blue. Tears ran down his face, leaving trails of what appeared to be dirt and grime.
“What ails you, child?” Eli knew the answer, the sorrow this child felt was acute and temporary, but heartfelt nonetheless.
“I can’t find my daddy anywhere!” Between the sobbing and sniffling, the Jedi had trouble discerning the words, but made out the gist of it.
“Ahh, but a family is frowned upon for a Jedi.”
The child’s expression changed as he looked upon Eli, turning from playful sadness into a serious texture of knowledge extending far beyond his age.
“A Jedi cannot exist within a vacuum. Family is the nourishment to which they grow, no matter who the Jedi considers family.” Eli smiled as the boy spoke the words, more reciting than understanding. Eli finished the phrase in his mind. “A Jedi without family is a plant without water, without sunshine.”
“Tell me child, who told you these words?”
“Umm, uhh…” What solidarity his words carried were long gone, replaced with the fumbling and bumbling of a child, which he was. He was just a child but obviously one that had been trained by a Jedi, similar of mindset as the Jedi Master that now stood before him. Eli stood up and looked around, taking in the view of the metal scaffolding and the shining reflection of the scuffed floor, polished to a luster. He raised an eyebrow and looked down towards the child, a playful tone about him.
“I assumed a padawan would meet me here and escort me to the High Council Spire. Since they sent me a Jedi Knight, instead, I was wondering if you could point me in the right direction. I've grown old and my mind is not what it used to be.”
The young boy wiped his white sleeve across his nose and smiled, all rosy cheeks and dirt stains. He pointed toward a glass sliding door. “They’re that way. You can find directions on a map on the wall in the hallway.”
Eli nodded and rubbed the sand across the top of the child’s hair. “Run along now child.” And grow up when you need to, thought the old Master. His mind attempted a tangential thought of his child and the sad memories that surrounded him, but purpose turned him away towards more pressing issues. He walked towards the sliding door and was engulfed by the old hallways of the Jedi Temple of Coruscant.
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Post by Tyor D'nec on Nov 19, 2013 16:11:44 GMT -8
A worn and battered Dynamic-class Freighter glided into the hanger, the old ship setting down heavily on one of the landing pads with a slight shudder as the tired engines whined in protest to their first prolonged use in years. As the ship settled onto the pad with a creek and the hanger crews attended the aging craft the ramp lowered, disgorging the diminutive figure of a Jawa. Tyor looked about, recalling details of the Coruscant temple from the last time that he had been here several years ago. Making his way across the hanger, he headed towards the High Council tower, relying on the maps to fill in the gaps in his memory.
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Yolem
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Post by Yolem on Nov 21, 2013 9:24:39 GMT -8
As the shuttle landed the codes of a member of the Jedi Order were sent and confusion spread. The codes were quite old and the Jedi who sent them hadn't been on Coruscant for decades. In fact some people might had wondered that he was still alive. So the security had two people waiting there. Waiting for the hatch to open, ready to react to an intruder using a stolen ID. Quickly they lowered their weapons though.
The hatch opened and soft light covered everything that was standing there. It only took a little while until something or actually someone could be seen. A robed and hooded figure standing solely 2 feet and about 4 inches small. A cane in one green claw the being looked up to the guards and an awful grin could be seen in the shadows of the hood. If the guards still would have had any doubts about the beings species the first words spoken would have erased them. Throwing back the hood and revealing the green face, the Jedi to some known as master Yolem greeted the guards:
"A call received I have. Voting for a councilor I was asked to. Too late I am?"
Being told that the meeting had already started the small master hurried. The cane made clicking sounds on the ground while the small green master hasted towards the spire.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2013 22:01:07 GMT -8
As the lift lowered me onto the hangar floor, I was finishing up a call with a friend of mine, Silas Kryze. true to his family's lineage, Silas preferred a more peaceful route and thanks to mutual friends the two of us came into contact.
It was said by most that the reason J-TECH worked was because of how the leaders thought and worked. With Mike, you gave him anything and a learning curve, he could fix and improve upon the infrastructure there. I on the other hand was a Design and ground up kind of guy. more often than not when repairs needed to be made, i would rather replace all the parts and fix the mainframe. the harmony between the two of us made the small group work.
However when you are a design guy, you need someone covering your butt in Fabrication. That's where Silas came in. he & his team work in secret fabricating the crazy designs i had from time to time, allowing me to keep my eyes forward on other goals.
i saw a new fighter fly into the hangar. it was unlike others since this one had metal hatches exposed in such ways as to show the need that this was a prototype. signing for it, i placed a small clue in the cockpit that would lead Adi to this one when he came down from the spire, as well as providing him the only tangible clue to my plans about heading to Bakura from here.
With a small CS clue tucked in the prototype fighter i asked Adi to test out, i proceeded to my own shuttle and set course for a ship that Silas and I agreed upon as a Moving Rendezvous point. a modified Frigate known as The "Blue Eagle".
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