Aerandir Calmcacil
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Oct 21, 2017 20:57:58 GMT -8
*Tython... ancient home of the Je'daii Order, the precursors to the Jedi themselves. Said also to be the home of the Whills, the mysterious record-keeping deities who watched over the galaxy. He had felt their presence once before, here on Tython even; one had graced the Knighting Ceremony of Ice Matango as well.
But he was not here for them. His head turned slightly to look out the Quiet Perseverance's viewport at the moon of Ashla, the brighter of the twins, and for whom the light side of the Force was named. To the other side was Bogan, her darker brother, whose name was borrowed by the source of all chaos and ruin in the galaxy. Balance of the Force... A teaching passed down for countless millennia, from Je'daii to Jedi, and other religions in-between. Not all their teachings were identical, however... A mixed message, warped through time, mistreated and often blossoming into something... unsavory.
Aerandir had his own idea of balance, and Ashla had led him along this far. He had no reason to mistrust her, after all he'd been through thus far. Having had his fill of the view from orbit, he thrust the ship forward, heading towards the planet itself.
Towards Conclave Valley.*
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The Sable Count
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 29, 2017 18:38:11 GMT -8
The Punworca-116 Class Solar Sailer dropped out of hyperspace, gracefully deploying its sail. Although Tython was far out of the way of Serenno, the Count had made the trip for a very special reason. He smiled to himself as the ship descended towards the planet. He had brought with him one of the most expensive cameras in the galaxy. This one was uniquely suited to photograph flowers, interestingly enough.
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Post by Lone Wolf on May 4, 2018 18:34:08 GMT -8
Entering orbit from the surface a bucket of bolts unceremoniously made the jump to hyperspace and was gone
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 8, 2018 17:11:59 GMT -8
A ship slipped into orbit from hyperspace heading to the surface
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 8, 2018 17:55:31 GMT -8
Lifting up from the surface the ship crossed orbit quietly making the jump to exotic realms of hyperspace that awaited
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 18, 2018 0:15:17 GMT -8
A ship was spat violently out of hyperspace into Tython orbit, like a child regurgitating a cookie.... The ship moved peacefully in space. Looking at the navigational gear, then the bird, then at the control panel again for a second look. Deep Core it read. If one were conscious enough to observe, or for that matter remember where things were before - or was it now after? - the time between here and there was 13 days, 9 hours, 9 minutes and 33. 19999 seconds earlier than what it was when they left the mapped Unknown. That is if one cares. Morrígu, who knew full well that her sorry life was coming to an end, was struck by a bitter reality that only a fool could deny, one which she voiced clear
"The Universe as we know it, the mighty Universe that our Forefathers, our Lord, and our Heroes..."
Voice talking on a satirical Shakespearean roll
"hathe bestowethe on theme bye thyine..."
Ok. Dropping the cheap attempt at the Early Modern English BS she went on
"Whills on High, or the planet below, depending on how one wanted to view it, was Dead. Dead, dead, dead. And a wholeeeeeeeeeeeee slew of doctors, technicians, holy men, Yoda, Exar Kun, bunch of lifeless computer nerds and angry loners were not resuscitating this beast. What a horrible waste of time. The End"
And at that the girl weapt waiting for the axe to drop, which meant absolutely nothing, with Auld Lang Syne ringing out of a 100 bagpipes in the backdrop
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 18, 2018 12:46:53 GMT -8
As Morrígu prepared for an untimely death Boland haplessly rooted through her belongings A small black chest sitting among the hardware he was toying with attracted his attention. Something unnatural about it drew Boland to the box. Exquisitely embellished with unusual stones set in an odd pattern he gazed at it dumbfounded. He quickly noted that the box was ajar. Flipping it wide he noticed letters, jewels, odd coins, an archaic sabre, among other personal effects. On impulse he slipped a crystal he wore as a necklace into the chest. What inspired him to remove the necklace that he had been given long ago by a wise old man Boland did not know. Shutting the box he noticed a key in the hole, turned it then slipped it into his pocket. Standing up he walked over to the Morrígu and bending over and kissing her with a passion he had never felt before. Soul mates
The Raven sat on Morrígu’s shoulder watched everything unflinching; it had died many a time before and would many more. And it knew what was coming. But the girl he was somehow attached to, this the bird knew full well and accepted with iron will. And this given he chose to follow her wherever she might go. Some commitment few of many would give and even less would enjoy. So The Raven stubbornly dug claws into Morrígu’s sinewy muscle
At that the ship was summarily blown into subatomic particles. The explosion was a terrible beauty of light, as shrapnel was hurled in every direction. Among the debris a small box was visible. The mortal shells that were Morrígu and Boland were turned to nothing more than dust and as their Force essence passed from this Realm into another. The Raven effortlessly crossed over with them…. An deireadh
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 14, 2018 2:51:44 GMT -8
YT-1300 Corellian light freighter tore into Tython orbit and crossed it quickly then made the descent to the surface
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 14, 2018 23:14:17 GMT -8
Entering orbit from the surface a ship gracefully moved across orbit and made the jump to hyperspace
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 6, 2018 0:25:44 GMT -8
Two ships entered orbit from hyperspace and ripped like bullets towards the planet
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 10, 2018 18:46:41 GMT -8
A ship enters Tython orbit crossing the distance and jumping into hyperspace
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on May 2, 2021 16:42:24 GMT -8
A lone Sentinel cut into Tython orbit and bulleted into the planets atmosphere
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on May 2, 2021 17:29:47 GMT -8
Blasting out of orbit into the planet's blue skies Sentinel followed another and entered Tython atmosphere
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on May 2, 2021 19:41:40 GMT -8
A YT1300 light freighter cut into Tython orbit. It crossed space with no interference; orbit was shockingly harsh of the all too common traffic in many systems. Maureen looking u said plainly -Maureen- "Told you so...." Then went back to wrestling with The hound, who was transparently allowing the Little girl manhandle him. Boland and Grace both felt shivers crawl up their spine after she spoke. The girl was spooky.... They finally broke atmosphere
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 3, 2021 21:50:56 GMT -8
Three ships rose up from the ashtray of a planet bellow. Morrigan was compelled to say -Morrigan- "Did you see that mess? Look like something the Old man did." Of course all knew full well it wasn't. Last that, three ships crossed orbit and leaped into hyperspace
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 16, 2021 4:14:18 GMT -8
And like that there they were. Shakk , now curled up with her head in Alem's lap was no longer having a psychotic episode. She was asleep recovering from one. And Gid, back and arms still hurting from the battle getting them here muttered -Gid- "< <She was right....>> This type of phenomenon was far too common to dismiss. And there comes one big rock. The gracefully turned and they zipped by the moon Ashla and cruised towards Tython
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 16, 2021 19:42:21 GMT -8
A Firespray 31-class patrol and attack craft entered orbit from the surface. Wasting little time it ripped across orbit hastily making the jump to hyperspace
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Jul 30, 2022 9:08:06 GMT -8
An unmarked freighter, Baleen-Class, in some disrepair but still functional, exited hyperspace near the world of Tython. She was owned by MandalArms, and currently on loan to a Corellian arms supplier. Her IFF, which was deactivated, would show her as the Rum Bugger. She had a crew of twelve, all of whom were busy with various tasks. This was one of their last stops before jumping back to Corellia.
On the bridge, the Captain was quietly watching the distant planet of Tython through the main viewport, while the bridge officer carried out the scans which he'd been ordered to make of the system. The ship was old and slow, and survived because of her powerful sensor suite. It was trained outward, away from the planet itself, which was not the subject of their quiet survey. They were there to do a quiet favour for their Mando mates, and at their level, you didn't ask why when someone called in a favour. Idly the Captain wondered what the purpose was, but he kept his thoughts to himself...
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Aug 4, 2022 9:51:48 GMT -8
The old and venerable Baleen-class freighter Rum Bugger creaked and croaked its way slowly through Tython space, deep in the Deep Core. On the bridge, the Captain had just been informed by his sensor officer that their scans had been completed.
Clasping his hands in his lap, the Captain gave the order to deploy their payload. Then they could get the hell out of here and back to Corellia. They'd brought along a cargo of probe droids, optimized for long range. These began to disperse from the Bugger's cavernous cargo bays.
Fifty of the droids, small but packed with sensors and propulsion and communications gear, floated out into space in their hyperdrive pods. Once they were all deployed, they ran systems checks while the heavy freighter closed its maw and made course for its own jump home.
Each droid had been preprogrammed with the latest astrogation charts for the Deep Core, and had been tasked to move out towards Byss. Those that survived would become part of Kaine's expedition's eyes and ears. It would be methodical and dangerous work, but that was what droids were for.
Rum Bugger jumped away bound for Corellia, leaving the droids behind. After they had all completed their checks, each moved off into deep space, on a separate vector. They would make their jumps and use their maps and tracking systems to avoid gravity sources, making their way slowly but surely across space towards the Beshqek system.
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