Twi'leck Triplet Dubh
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 25, 2021 20:52:23 GMT -8
Entering the main of the building the three totally inconspicuous, unless of course you added in the high profile actions that they been pushing the last while. That noted, they had numbers on their side here in this massive megacity. The three moved along. Alem spoke -Alem- "Real visible neoimperialist presence." The wording prompted a laugh from both sisters -Gid- "Some things do not die fast." To that the blue Twi'leck added - "And some things never die." Both of her siblings called but neither disputed what she said. The three walked along. Speaking quiet yet articulate the red hit noted -Gid- "Do get the feeling that they're guarding as opposed to using the space?" That crew an immediate response -Alem- "Then I'm not dreaming." -Shakk- " And they are pretty lackluster at guarding." Boring in agreement Gid took her pen jogging a note then pocketing it
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Jair Crawford
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Post by Jair Crawford on Aug 27, 2024 18:03:48 GMT -8
Jair nearly made the mistake of trying to land in the hangars. It had been so long, but it was a good thing he stopped himself before he tried. No doubt the hangars would most likely be closed, and that would have only stirred up suspicion. Instead he landed his A-Wing in the public landing zones within the Temple District. He was surprised that the only security he had run into so far was in orbit, and they let him in pretty quickly. Still, he didn't want to take any significant risks. So he exited his ship without a weapon, dressed in very standard attire, and with a fake ID.
There were a small amount of tourists going to and from the entrance of the temple, but not nearly as many as one would expect for a museum of one of the most important locations in the galaxy. The city was... well... it was not the gleaming metropolis it once was where Jair grew up. This place had seen war. And it was evident.
As Jair approached the main entrance, where a small group of tourists were gathered, an attendant droid came out to greet everyone and take IDs. Jair also noticed some troopers and droids patrolling about. So bringing the fake was probably a good idea. He took out his data pad to be scanned.
With a pleasant exuberance, the droid greeted them all.
"Welcome to the Imperial Museum of Galactic History at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant! If anyone has any questions, please ask them now, before we proceed to the next stop in our exhibit."
Jair could only imagine how long this was going to take, but thankfully, the rest of the tourists seemed fairly eager to get inside so the droid led them in.
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Kamino Ikhra
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Post by Kamino Ikhra on Aug 29, 2024 8:39:22 GMT -8
A presence, long forgotten, long past, watches Jair with a ghost of a smile. It was good to see an old friend.
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Jair Crawford
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Post by Jair Crawford on Sept 1, 2024 15:40:08 GMT -8
Well, the tour took even longer than he expected. But the surprise visitor definitely helped him get where he needed. He had gotten to the point where he did not sense a pull to explore any more of the temple, but he was beginning to get flashes of a cantina... Not very specific... not very helpful... or was it? As always there was something familiar with it. As the group of tourists dispersed outside the temple, Jair headed to his ship, hopped in, and promptly took off.
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Kamino Ikhra
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Post by Kamino Ikhra on Sept 1, 2024 16:05:13 GMT -8
As Jair left, a holostatue that appeared damaged began to flicker to life, showcasing a Jedi Master who had dark hair, glowing blue eyes and dark skin. The statue intermittently flickered on and off, the display pedestal showing obvious signs of damage from the last attack, and the name in Aurabesh was obscured. The woman appeared serene and had a constant smile on her face.
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Min
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Post by Min on Sept 26, 2024 12:55:54 GMT -8
[ Eamin “Min” Thunderstone | Ceiling Support Beams | Main Entrance To the Jedi Temple | Coruscant ] She'd spent about two weeks observing the activity and routines of those who came and went to the Jedi Temple. As it was a museum, she needed to know where people frequented. She was amused to note the Drumsleighs were there again. Why did the family like coming to see a mostly empty Jedi Temple museum so much? She reasoned they probably had nothing better to do and had a bit more money than sense. There were tour guides who frequented the place, and there was one Corellian man she disliked in particular.
While Min was no native to Coruscant herself, even she had some of the historical basics of the world's events. This Ewlen Brax had no respect for or acknowledgement of the facts. How he was allowed to become a tour guide for Coruscanti and other folk, she'd never understand. Well, she was going to fix that.
“This, is the grand entrance of the Jedi temple, ladies and gentlemen!” said Ewlen, “and it doesn't get better than this! Word is, the Jedi Lord, Darth Skywalker, great-grand uncle to another famous Skywalker we know and love, had marched right through here, and made a stand against the corrupted Jedi within the temple!”
I'm a Sith, and even I'm feeling offended by that much misinformation! thought the girl indignantly, and she slipped down from the rafters, the Force masking her presence, and any noise she made as she landed on a statue nearby. Hiding behind the head of the giant statue, Min focused on Ewlen's mind, as she began to influence his speech.
“This way, folks, if you'll follow me, I'll show you how my tiny little nipples went to Ryloth.” the words left Ewlen's mouth before he finally registered what he'd said and stopped short, with several of the tourists also stopping and staring at him like he'd sprouted a second head.
“Beg your pardon?” one rotund man asked, “What was all that about?”
“Er...ah, 'scuse me a minute.” said Ewlen. Min waved her fingers and he laughed in a high-pitched voice, then coughed, “Seem to have something in my throat.”
He fished out a bottle of water strapped to his belt and took a quick gulp. Min waved her fingers again, stroking the man's vocal chords, and modified the strength and timbre, so that when he next spoke, he sounded like a very large Hutt, “CHESS KO TONKA! DI ES PAAKAJIDIK DI JEDI, ANTA ES CHEEKEE!!!”
The ears of the tourists were ringing due to the volume. Min was snickering, but nobody could hear her due to their mildly deafened states.
“Excuse me, young man,” said an elderly female tourist, “but are you quite all right? And the datapad didn't provide us with a translation or a mention that this tour would be conducted in Huttese?”
Ewlen shook his head, whilst rubbing his throat with a hand, “GWAH-yes, sorry, uhm, ha, that was my joke for the day! Haha-hah, hah...uhm-ahem! Let's continue, shall we?”
Min easily leapt to another statue, a slip of a pink shadow darting through the air, too fast for any to take notice. She waved her fingers and hand again, planting the words and the jumble in Ewlen's mind and mouth as he tried to resume the tour.
“Over here to the left, we can see the stairway that leads to the Jedi Council Chambers, where we learn that I do the cha-cha like a sissy girl.”
Once again, Ewlen stopped and froze, as did the tourists.
“Eh, wot?” one tourist exclaimed.
Ewlen turned around, alarmed. Min waved her hands, and the man started speaking in rapid unintelligible gibberish. At last, sufficiently spooked, the man dropped his datapad and ran out of there like a mynock from hell. Min finally lost it and started laughing hysterically. This, the tourists heard, and since her voice was echoing around the cavernous temple, it sounded haunting. Moments later, the tourists were similarly booking it out of there.
“Well okay then,” said Min, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes, “time to get to work.”
She leapt down from the statue and started ascending the stairs.
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