Ael Jade
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Jun 23, 2013 20:22:43 GMT -8
Post by Ael Jade on Jun 23, 2013 20:22:43 GMT -8
The Corellian Jedi Academy's hangar is located off the eastern corridor bisecting the Entrance Hall. It is a utilitarian space used simply for the upkeep and safe-holding of the fighters and transports belonging to the residents of the Academy proper. Technicians and maintenance crews normally bustle about keeping things shipshape and ready to fly on short notice.
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Ael Jade
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Jun 23, 2013 21:19:38 GMT -8
Post by Ael Jade on Jun 23, 2013 21:19:38 GMT -8
Early in the evening a figure robed in black entered the Hangar walking quickly. She turned aside, checked in at Flight Control, and headed over to the old Z-95 Headhunter that hadn't let her down yet despite the fact that it was definitely showing its age by now. She paused: Selaya would be alright without her for a few days. The vornskr was still wild, but she wouldn't go after any of the Jedi. In fact, she'd probably just laze around in the gardens and eat squirrels or rabbits. Firm steps echoed off the ceiling of the Hangar as Jade walked towards her fighter. It was definitely out-dated by now, but it could still make a tighter turn than most X-wings. And, she'd gotten it equipped with a rebuilt hyperdrive. No, it wasn't comfortable. But it was practical. She'd always preferred to square off against her opponents face to face anyway.
She performed a quick belt-check, reassuring herself that her weapons, comlink, and emergency kit were in place and then climbed up to the cockpit. She dropped into her seat and brought the fighter online. It took only a couple minutes to run through the usual pre-flight checks. The canopy closed with a quiet snick. With a skill born of long familiarity she eased the Z-95 out of the Hangar and angled up into Corellia's sky.
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Ael Jade
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Oct 11, 2013 17:11:41 GMT -8
Post by Ael Jade on Oct 11, 2013 17:11:41 GMT -8
With a roar of engines Jade's Z-95 flew into the hangar and dropped neatly into an empty space amongst the other fighters gathered there. She quickly cut power and shut its systems down. A deep sigh suddenly filled the silence in her cramped cockpit. Then, she levered herself up out of the seat and jumped to the ground, nearly falling over as she was stiff from the long flight in. After a moment she steadied herself, brushed down her robes, and left the hangar tiredly.
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Kel'Al Raganella
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Oct 17, 2013 21:45:36 GMT -8
Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Oct 17, 2013 21:45:36 GMT -8
The lift stopped and opened out into an antechamber that functioned as a security checkpoint for the hangar. Cal stepped out and showed his ident-card to the deck officer, who raised an eyebrow quizzically at Kel'al. This was obviously not the first time Lt. Witwer had attempted to enter the flight deck. Cal paid little attention, instead watching through the transparisteel window over his right shoulder as handlers, crew and pilots bustled about in the hangar. Some he recognized, some he didn't. But it didn't matter. Here was home. Here was where he belonged. Two E-wings were being escorted past by a flight refueling worker, followed immediately by a pair of XJ7 X-Wings on the flight line. All of this Cal watched intently, as if he were a man savoring his last meal. "Lt. Dhawan and I had the remaining starfighters, kit, supplies, fuel tanks -- everything that was left of the Sand Panthers' assets -- moved here to the Academy for safekeeping." He pointed to his left, toward a private section of the hangar. "I figure once we get our pilots together, we may need to acquire a few more birds." He began to walk slowly toward the section of the hangar that had been set aside for their project. The hangars were segmented into public and private areas by a combination of durasteel walls, pilot-sized doors, and removable magcon barriers. The one set aside for the Sand Panthers held garage space for over a dozen starfighters, a private fuel distribution line, service droids, almost every repair tool imaginable, and a small but cozy private lounge that could be used as a briefing room or just a quiet place for pilots to unwind. |
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Oct 27, 2013 17:32:59 GMT -8
Post by Johun Starfield on Oct 27, 2013 17:32:59 GMT -8
The Lux Patronus gently landed as the sublight engines and repulsor lifts whined to a halt. Johun exited and breathed in the sweet Corellian air. It felt good to be home. Johun casually headed into the temple proper from the hangar.
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Oct 28, 2013 6:54:48 GMT -8
Post by Johun Starfield on Oct 28, 2013 6:54:48 GMT -8
Johun walked with determination through the doors of the hangar, just in time to watch his Omnifighter being loaded into the cargo bay of the J-1 Shuttle, the Libero. Since the bay doors were on the underside of the J-1, it had to hover in order for the Omnifighter to be loaded. Fortunately, the hangar allowed for such things and also had a loading platform at an appropriate height for passengers to be loaded into the shuttle as well. Johun and Arnie came aboard the shuttle, and while Johun went to greet the 2 crew members, Arnie locked himself into place. Once, Johun was satisfied with the crew, he too strapped in. The J-1 soon pulled out of the hangar and toward the atmosphere.
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Nov 14, 2013 11:15:55 GMT -8
Post by Cal Witwer on Nov 14, 2013 11:15:55 GMT -8
Cal walked reverently through the hangar, taking in the sights, sounds and scents of a working military starport. He passed individual transports, shuttles, troop transports, diplomatic starships, tramp freighters, and bay after bay of snubbies. X-wings were the most plentiful by far, but he saw E-Wings, A-Wings, a few Y-Wings gathering dust, a few Imperial models designated as "aggressor" trainers, and even a Z-95 in remarkable condition. Following Kel'Al through the bustling hangar to the section designated for the Sand Panthers' use, he perked up at the mention of Lt. Dhawan.
Raksha's here? hmph...
He had assumed Lt. Dhawan had been reassigned following the assault on Fondor and the subsequent destruction of her carrier ship, and most of her original squadron. Though Jorek had given him the play-by-play, letting him know how Raksha had stepped up in the name of pilots she barely knew, the Miralukan certainly didn't expect that she would have stuck around all this time. She was officially Corellian Mil-Spec. The Sand Panthers weren't alligned to any planetary organization. Maybe she was 'on loan' from CorSec. Cal filed the information away for later. For the moment, he was merely pleased to know that good pilots had remained Panthers.
They entered the Sand Panthers area of the hangar. Cal breathed deeply, taking in the sights around him. There were six fighters remaining in Sand Panthers colours, all in varying states of repair. In addition, Cal recognized Raksha's X-Wing, and what he assumed was Kel'Al's own snubbie. The six Sand Panther Spitefuls were lined up in adjoining bays, and Cal approached the closest one. A Mk. III, her clean, purposeful lines looked deadly and fast, even sitting still. The diminutive fighter was little bigger than an A-Wing, and as the pilot continued on, he ran a gloved hand over the smooth nose-cone of the snub-fighter.
The fourth fighter in the row was different from the rest. Similar, but obviously a different variant. A Mk. II. Cal's preferred model of the type. It was unmistakable. Several bulges on the nose clearly indicated the PA9-R sensor array that hid beneath the duralumin skin, and she sat lower by nearly a foot -- a by-product of the lack of onboard hyperdrive and the space it required in the hull. This particular Mk. II was free of paint or insignia and Cal approached, drawn by the gleaming hull, and the memory of hours spent in symbiosis with just such a bird. Adventures shared. Dangers faced.
A pair of familiar boots poked out from the port intake, and Cal rapped on the heel with his cane, standing back as the boots became legs, which became a torso, until at last, worming his way out from the cramped access port, Jorek Malestrom appeared.
What's the deal here, Jor? Cal quipped, indicating the Mk. II
Wiping a smudge of grease off his forehead, his wingman smirked and tossed back Well... you keep getting shot down, we're gonna have trouble keeping you in snub-fighters! You know how hard it is to find Mk. II Spiteful airframes in decent shape? Do me a favor -- keep this one in one piece, kay? The grin spread, till he couldn't contain it. Glad to have you back, Cap.
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Kel'Al Raganella
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Nov 19, 2013 22:12:39 GMT -8
Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Nov 19, 2013 22:12:39 GMT -8
As they walked, and as Cal looked intently around, taking in the sights and sounds and smells of the private Jedi starport, Kel'Al watched Cal just as intently. He could see the raw emotion written into the lines of his face as the pilot recognized the many varieties of starfighter and freighter docked here, and no doubt, reminisced about moments in history or his own life that had been colored by those vessels. There were some very old ships here, in addition to the late models that the Academy bought for official use -- even a Z-95. It seemed to be doing the wounded pilot a lot of good already, kind of like throwing a fish back into its native pond. But how would he respond under the stress of combat? That would be a test for another day, if the simulators he's ordered every showed up.
The Hangar was nearly, but not quite, square, with the huge magcon barrier opening replacing one corner. In the far corner was a two-story enclosed space, with the bottom floor dedicated to storage and machine tools, and an open metal staircase at one side leading to the pilots' lounge on the second floor. Large transparisteel windows angled out over the hangar floor, giving whoever was in lounge a view of the entire hangar. It would be a useful place for monitoring preparations for a mission (and for commanding and defending the hangar from attack). Inside, an air filtration system removed the more toxic elements of the hangar air, and couches, chairs, and tables were scattered around, as well as the odd datapad or holomagazine. One entire wall was dedicated to holoprojection.
Kel stood back, letting Jorek and Cal greet each other without his interruption. Instead, he gazed across the hangar at his own Corellian Tracer, the Corellian Engineering Corporation's attempt to build a rival for the X-wing. They'd offered some upgrades over the stock Incom bird, and it always felt like he was taking a piece of home with him into the field, but he knew it had it's flaws, too. He would be selfish if he didn't consider shopping for a new bird to go with his new squadron. Even better would be helping CEC develop a Mark III Tracer, but he knew he didn't have the time to wait out another R-and-D project. That had taken far too long the last time they'd done it, and the Sith weren't going to be polite and wait until it was done.
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Aleranus
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Nov 25, 2013 16:22:20 GMT -8
Post by Aleranus on Nov 25, 2013 16:22:20 GMT -8
The ship Vapor landed much more smoothly in the Jedi Academy than it had arrived in system, its landing struts only making minor cuts in the floor, the screech of steel on steel interrupting the otherwise quiet night shift. As soon as it powered down, automated droids hurried to the inert ship with refueling lines and power cables, ready to perform the standard maintenance on a Jedi affiliated craft- regardless of whether the actual passenger was Jedi or not. Not that they'd be in a position to verify if the passenger was Jedi or not. Nor would the droids be susceptible to a cold chill creeping through the nether of the Force within that hangar, a tendril of unsettling and probing energy that forced awake one dozing guard in the rear hangar, that inexplicably caused a tech to drop a month's salary's worth of stabilizers, and that sent the custodian turning wildly around at the perceived whisper of a voice, only to slip and fall in the puddle of water he was using to mop the control room floor.
It was not the power of an active, dark Force user though. It was something older, an inert object steeped in history long and dark and bloody, something on the edge of sentience but without the power to affect the world around it. The young one who carried the object down the lowered ramp of the ship was a thing of contrasts. His weaponry, bow and vibroblades, screamed that he hailed from a galactic backwater, while his posture spoke to some level of training and the distinct tribal tattoos up and down his neck and arms would have done any galactic marine proud. The leather satchel he carried beneath his left arm was tucked in a protective embrace- the source of the disquiet moving through the Force inside the hangar. At his hip was an old, weathered lightsaber, far too old for him to have crafted it. An inheritance, then.
But the mood of the boy was probably the most odd fact about him. He was simultaneously profoundly confused by his surroundings and totally sure of himself. And he just stood there, at the base of the ship's ramp, waiting. As if he'd never seen an honest to goodness interior hangar before...
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Ael Jade
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Nov 25, 2013 16:58:26 GMT -8
Post by Ael Jade on Nov 25, 2013 16:58:26 GMT -8
"Welcome to Corellia," a voice amplified through the Force boomed towards the young male standing at the end of his ship's ramp. A few minutes later, the owner of the voice walked around from behind a few ships at rest and stopped in front of him.
She was obviously not human. Her features were delicate, eyebrows carefully drawn with a black pencil as Twi'Lek's possess none. The drawing of them is a convention to make humans feel more at ease. Twin lekku curled around her shoulders, the tip of the left gently tapped her collarbone. She was dressed a sandy brown outfit resembling the traditional Jedi garments, but instead of being a tunic, hers was more like a dress. The hem nearly brushed the floor quietly as she came to a halt in front of the visitor. She stood a statuesque six feet, two inches in height. Lightsaber hilt was clipped to her belt.
Stormy grey eyes took in his appearance, and more importantly, the satchel at his side. She frowned over at the disturbance in the corner. The hangar workers were not known for clumsiness.
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Aleranus
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Nov 25, 2013 19:46:58 GMT -8
Post by Aleranus on Nov 25, 2013 19:46:58 GMT -8
Aleranus flinched slightly, his eyes darting to the side as the Twi'lek approached through the hangar's hustle and bustle. The woman- Jedi? She had to be a Jedi, didn't she, with a lightsaber like that? No that proved nothing. He had his master's lightsaber, after all.
"I am... this is Corellia then?" Aleranus paused a moment, brushing a strand of dark hair from his eyes.
Teeth. Teeth and fangs and smoke. It smiles, tasting, salivating, devouring, watching, waiting. Where are its brothers? Where are its sisters? WHERE-
Aleranus breathes silently, his left arm resettling itself over the leather satchel, focusing, channeling, and one by one checking the wardings of the binding with his mind's eye. The bindings hold, as they always have and always will, but the reaction of the tome confirms his purpose here. The crew of the hangar bay seemed unaffected by the outburst, though that was to be expected- it preferred to reach out to the gifted and the fearful.
"You are Jedi, are you not? Or is it common for citizens on Corellia to carry lightsabers?"
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Ael Jade
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Nov 26, 2013 6:22:32 GMT -8
Post by Ael Jade on Nov 26, 2013 6:22:32 GMT -8
"This is indeed Corellia." She smiled in what was intended to be a welcoming manner, noticing that he seemed oddly distracted and disoriented. Perhaps he needed to be taken to the infirmary straight away. "Citizens on Corellia, not so very much. But residents of the Jedi Academy in which you now are, yes, it is common. Does this disturb you?"
Realizing that neither of them had yet been introduced to the other, she rectified the situation, with a lithe half-bow, "I am Master Nalatua'lin."
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Aleranus
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Nov 26, 2013 10:14:05 GMT -8
Post by Aleranus on Nov 26, 2013 10:14:05 GMT -8
"I'm... I am sorry. I do not choose where I land. I never have." His speech is slow, halting. Either he is not altogether fluent in Basic or he purposely chooses his words with great care.
He moves his head stiffly, side to side, taking in the comings and goings of the hangar bay. He reaches out, actively brushing the ebbs and flows of the Force. There is only one discordant note here and he carries it beneath his arm. Cautiously, he takes a step forward and moves to mimic the Master's bow, though he stops well short- barely more than a head bob than a bow. His movements with this gesture are those of one who wishes to expend as little energy as possible in their undertaking.
"I am... here to see someone. I don't know... don't know who... I was sent here by my teacher to deliver..." He shifts uneasily, his right arm gesturing to the leather satchel beneath his left.
"Aleranus," he says, as though this should explain something.
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Ael Jade
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Nov 26, 2013 20:44:53 GMT -8
Post by Ael Jade on Nov 26, 2013 20:44:53 GMT -8
Unconsciously I tilted my head to one side, ostensibly the better to see beyond what was in front of me. My right lekku, tchinn, tapped gently the edge of my jawline as I pondered this conundrum. Tchunn draped down my back. This being seemed to be not under his own control. I thought he seemed like a marionette, a puppet. An odd energy emanated in a distorted, weak fashion from the satchel he was carefully holding under one arm.
She inquired in a low, melodic voice, "Who is your teacher? And whom are you seeking?"
I am left wondering whether his satchel and what lies within is named 'Aleranus' or whether this is his own name? Perhaps he is delivering himself? My earlier questions being a subtle bid for time, I considered how best to get this young traveler to the infirmary. Perhaps he is host to a strange spacefaring being. I am very curious to find out. I can sense latent potential within him, but there are tests to diagnose ability. Unless I miss my guess, the lightsaber he carries is not his own. His own conduct betrays uneasiness around weapons of that kind. Is it himself he is delivering?
Nalatua'lin stepped gracefully closely, swaying gently, Force aura emanating calm and welcome. She placed a gentle hand on the lad's shoulder while gesturing to the doorway opposite. "Perhaps you won't mind a quick stop by the infirmary? Not that anything is wrong with you," she hastened to reassure him, "but given the current state of the Mandalorian war it is preferable to ascertain that incoming people have not been surreptitiously implanted with a biological weapon. These things can lay dormant for up to a month in some cases..." And this would hopefully allow her to ascertain what or who was controlling him. He did not seem happy. And the Jedi Healer wished to help.
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Nov 26, 2013 21:57:41 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2013 21:57:41 GMT -8
After an interesting landing sequence that cause multiple required abort to orbits to make sure nothing burned up in re-entry, My G-9 Rigger finally made it down to the Jedi academy. however luckily for me, the landing gears jammed which made a lovely screeching sound and caused sparks to fly across the floor of the hangar. Since my gears were jammed, that meant the boarding ramp was a no go... however it didn't mean i couldn't use the "garage", a playful term i used for the cargo hold. hoisting my "Companion" over my shoulder, i made my way to the back of the ship before laying him down gently on the floor of the outer lip. using the force i jumped down the few feet before pulling out a hip flask and taking a swig from it.
' i needed this stuff. '
Looking around, i tried to find the person who could best be described as "Highest ranking" before i realized my entrance probably earned my more than a few glares, and a hefty fine to replace the portion of the floor that i had messed up
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Nov 27, 2013 4:47:09 GMT -8
Post by Aleranus on Nov 27, 2013 4:47:09 GMT -8
Unconsciously I tilted my head to one side, ostensibly the better to see beyond what was in front of me. My right lekku, tchinn, tapped gently the edge of my jawline as I pondered this conundrum. Tchunn draped down my back. This being seemed to be not under his own control. I thought he seemed like a marionette, a puppet. An odd energy emanated in a distorted, weak fashion from the satchel he was carefully holding under one arm.
She inquired in a low, melodic voice, "Who is your teacher? And whom are you seeking?"
I am left wondering whether his satchel and what lies within is named 'Aleranus' or whether this is his own name? Perhaps he is delivering himself? My earlier questions being a subtle bid for time, I considered how best to get this young traveler to the infirmary. Perhaps he is host to a strange spacefaring being. I am very curious to find out. I can sense latent potential within him, but there are tests to diagnose ability. Unless I miss my guess, the lightsaber he carries is not his own. His own conduct betrays uneasiness around weapons of that kind. Is it himself he is delivering?
Nalatua'lin stepped gracefully closely, swaying gently, Force aura emanating calm and welcome. She placed a gentle hand on the lad's shoulder while gesturing to the doorway opposite. "Perhaps you won't mind a quick stop by the infirmary? Not that anything is wrong with you," she hastened to reassure him, "but given the current state of the Mandalorian war it is preferable to ascertain that incoming people have not been surreptitiously implanted with a biological weapon. These things can lay dormant for up to a month in some cases..." And this would hopefully allow her to ascertain what or who was controlling him. He did not seem happy. And the Jedi Healer wished to help. "My teacher? She was... Ceri. Velit." His right hand raises itself to his brow, mimicking small horns- a Zabrak Jedi. "Said she was of Corellia. That I was to deliver news, then continue. She never said to whom-"
The screech of steel on steel as another ship- yet another G9 freighter, no less- breaks his concentration for moments. His arms raise themselves to cover his ears from the skull splitting screech, dropping the leather satchel on the ground. The ripple in the Force from the impact was all an illusion, a falsehood. It had no power other than the power one gave to it. Master Ceri was very, very careful to impart that knowledge to him years ago. It is a lesson he has taken the utmost care to master. He leans downward once the noise stops and the odd Jedi jumps from the newly arrived freighter, grasping the satchel in one gloved hand and raising it. Two drops of blood seep down his arm, dripping onto the floor- before collecting themselves into rounded drops once again, then shifting in ripples towards the satchel, like drops of dew in a slight breeze. "War? I think... if that is what must be done, then yes. I will." |
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Ael Jade
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Nov 27, 2013 12:33:31 GMT -8
Post by Ael Jade on Nov 27, 2013 12:33:31 GMT -8
The hangar is busy today I think, side-stepping along with Aleranus more through instinctive reaction to put more space between myself and the incoming freighter that honestly looks like it should have disintegrated somewhere in hyperspace. It says volumes for either the gutsyness or sheer stupidity of the pilot that he would venture this far in a craft like that.
The two drops of blood creeping towards the satchel do not escape my attention, nor the faint tendrils of diluted Dark Side power seeping slyly out. I am wondering how Aleranus was injured to bleeding. He has just proven my own words necessary in choosing the Infirmary as our next port of call.
"I think perhaps she passed her Trials and then decided to travel. Ceri Velit has not been heard of here in--" I paused, reckoning up time, finally giving instead a faint shrug as t'chinn rests on my shoulder. "Hmm, you'll tell us what happened maybe? I am thinking you should be stopping here a bit for now."
She did not say that he looked to be in need of rest and relaxation on a large scale. Instead, she gambled and made a tentative offer, "I could carry that for you, if you like," gesturing toward his satchel kindly with her left hand.
Nalatua'lin then looked over as a dusty Jedi picked himself out of the superficial damage he'd caused to the floor of the hangar in landing. "Greetings, visitor. If you're able to walk so far, perhaps you'd care to join, Aleranus," she hesitated just a split second, "and myself in the Infirmary for a few minutes."
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Nov 27, 2013 13:57:53 GMT -8
Post by Aleranus on Nov 27, 2013 13:57:53 GMT -8
He shrugs slightly, right shoulder raising higher than left by just a hair. "If you order, I will speak. She did not give name but... said to see 'Master' here. Beyond that-"
He frowns at the offer to carry the satchel, as though the master has just offered to kiss a man dying of plague. Though he quickly reaches out, not so subtly probing the master with the Force as she makes the offer. He does not relax when he senses no ill motive, no desire other than the desire to relieve a burden. As quickly as he acts, it is done and he is no longer an alert agent but a confused boy again.
"I am... apologize." Still, he clutches the satchel- pain or no pain. "I thank you. But it calls to its own, and Master... she said not to trust. No one. Only to follow its calls, and... stop them. It called here. So I am needed here." He nods politely, doing his best to smile reassuringly. "You lead, I will follow, yes?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2013 19:24:47 GMT -8
Nodding to the master I made note that I could move under my own ability
" I am fine to walk on my own power... Just a jammed landing gear " I emphasized the just because I kept good care of my crafts... And when I was assigned to take a ship instead of my usual ship, I assumed that the ship had the same excellent prior care as I was used to giving. " ... However my copilot may need a bit of a gurney..."
As I spoke I lifted the slumbering Jedi from the bay with the force and laying him on the ground
" … don't worry, he is slumbering under a bit of anesthesia "
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Nov 29, 2013 15:07:40 GMT -8
Post by Ael Jade on Nov 29, 2013 15:07:40 GMT -8
Ah. I had expected him to refuse my offer, so I wasn't surprised. Perhaps disappointed, but not surprised. He truly looked awful. I wonder how long he has been under the influence of the burden his master has seemingly thoughtlessly placed upon him. Unless looks are deceiving he needs help, or he may end up beyond the ability of our healers to reach. Still, I say nothing of this. It appears our latest arrival also is in need of aid.
Nalatua'lin paused, contemplating Aleranus with a touch of empathic pity as well as a flicker of...understanding? She stepped aside, gesturing towards the opposite door. "This way then?"
As Auric Ulshade fell in with us, I quickly assessed his copilot's condition. Waiting for a gurney did not seem to be the most optimum choice.
She held out a hand in his direction, pulled the Force around herself and sent it back to float him up. In this fashion, she levitated him ahead of their small party as if he was on a gurney.
"The anaesthesia should should until we get to the infirmary. Gentlemen, if you please?"
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