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Dec 29, 2023 16:53:54 GMT -8
Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Dec 29, 2023 16:53:54 GMT -8
A fiery orange streak fell through the sky, emerging from fluffy white clouds to reveal a damaged BTL-S3 Y-wing starfighter spinning haphazardly towards the entrance of the Jedi Academy's hangar, which was fortunately already open since they were coming in hot. |
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Mike Frantz
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jan 19, 2024 10:36:59 GMT -8
*Alarm claxons and all sorts of comm warnings went out around the temple as the General was headed toward the academy for his rocky grand entrance. It was enough warning for me to make it up to the hangar just in time for me to watch the Y-wing nearly collide with Daystar. I can't help but let out a resigned sigh. This was not the first emergency landing made in this hangar, and it definitely wouldn't be the last. Despite the auxiliary landing field nearby pilots of damaged ships coming to visit the temple always seemed to want to try the more difficult landing in the hangar itself. I was never sure if it was pilot's pride or if something about the hangar really screamed "here, bring your flaming ship right here" in the force, but no one was harmed and the emergency crews were hard at work containing the blaze so my resigned sigh turned into my more normal amused half smile as I approached the academy's newest visitors.*
"I suppose you weren't kidding when you said that you were better at crashing them than fixing them." *I say with a light chuckle as I recognize one of the visitors and make my way toward the group, reaching into one of the many pockets of my grease stained jumpsuit and producing my flask. I take a long pull from the battered metal vessel before offering it to the man with a smile.* "What can I do for you Endor?"
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Endor
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Post by Endor on Jan 19, 2024 17:44:20 GMT -8
A fat grin split Endor's features as he accepted the flask. Between the pirates and all the smoke he had just inhaled, the former forest druid had worked up a hell of a thirst. Oddly, his attempts at polishing off the contents of the container proved a more difficult task than he had expected. His throat glugged as he slugged back liquor, yet there seemed no bottom to the unusual flask. The pilot turned rebel organizer was forced to relent, pulling the container away from his burning lips and handing it back to the Headmaster. "Quite a bit, actually." He pounded his chest with a fist, then let loose a belch that stank of bantha jerky and recently imbibed Corellian whiskey. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the smoldering Y-Wing his astromech droid was attempting to put out. His ewok companion, Cap'n Tarfang, had even grabbed one of the extinguishers off the hangar wall and helped the squat robot put out the blaze. "For starters, I won't be flying out of here in that hunk of scrap without a bit of help. You mind lending me a hand?" He looked over his shoulder at the smoking snubfighter. "Looks like Tarfang and R6 put out the fire so the coaxium tank under the seat shouldn't explode."
Chewie's furry scrote-sack he missed his T-65. The Y-wing made for an alright replacement, but it lacked the maneuverability and precision of the vintage X-wing he had left buried fuselage deep in a First Order guard tower on Dantooine.
Returning his attention to Master Frantz, the grizzled General rubbed the back of his head and offered the Jedi a sheepish expression, seeming a mild bit embarrassed. "Though truthfully that's not really why I'm here. I reckon you've heard a rumor or two about the Rebellion taking place in the Outer Rim. It started off small, just a couple of Corellian Jedi and old smuggling contacts raiding First Order shipping lanes, but lately it has evolved into something a lot larger. I don't know if you speak with Diktat Sabina Gaultieri often, but the support of the Five Worlds has been extremely helpful. We've had to expand our operation, pick bigger targets." His brows narrowed and he leaned in, beard practically brushing the Master Mechanic's ear. "I got a real big one in mind, but there's a problem. Darkside cultists, the sorta foe the average rebel isn't equipped to go toe to toe with. So I was thinking...well..." He looked at the ground, not quite sure how to ask the Headmaster for help.
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Mike Frantz
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jun 25, 2024 14:04:13 GMT -8
*I can't help but let out a small chuckle as Endor attempts to finish the alcohol in the flask, reminders of the others who'd made similar futile attempts over the years bringing unexpected warmth to the otherwise comical moment. When it's handed back I simply take another sip and slide it back into it's belt pouch as I listen to the other man's requests. The mechanics employed by the Corellian Jedi Academy are some of the best on the planet (and I should know, I hired most of them) and they'd already sprang into motion to assist the ewok and droid in putting out the flaming ship, and although he was sure they'd have the general's Y-wing back in shape in no time, he suspected that it wouldn't be soon enough for the planet hopping pilot. * "As far as your first request, that is no problem, we have plenty of ships in the academy hangars and I'm sure one can be spared for your return journey, and we can get the Y-wing prepared and returned to you wherever you'd like. As for everything else, perhaps we can step into my office and discuss further...."
I gesture for the grizzled general to follow as I lead him to my office.... which is actually an incredibly short journey. It took only a few steps to take us the distance from where we stood to my office, though it was probably a bit generous to call it an office. I had taken over one of the academy's hangar bays when I'd taken the position of headmaster, and it still resembled that more than a proper office. There were a few dozen worktables with half finished projects atop them scattered in haphazard array around the chamber. Piles of mechanical and electrical parts litter the tables as well as making small hills in the corners of the room. There was a single oddly organized desk at the back of the chamber, it's supplies and datacards stacked nearly next to the computer terminal, showing a single sign that this was indeed the office it claimed to be. I don't head for the desk, instead moving to the mostly disassembled speeder bike right next to the desk and begin to continue my work taking the thing apart, preferring having something to do with my hands to sitting behind the desk if I could avoid it. "Of course the academy would be happy to dispatch some jedi to help with the elimination of a few darkside cultists, though I suspect you have something something of greater scale in mind, otherwise you wouldn't be looking for backup. What exactly did you have in mind?
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Endor
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Post by Endor on Jun 28, 2024 10:06:08 GMT -8
"I suppose there is no sense in beating around the bush." He acknowledged, after following the mechanic turned headmaster into his office, or at least the space that served as it. Practically a bull rancor in a porcelain shop, the rebel General tried to avoid tripping on anything, which resulted in him backing into another pile of electrical debris which went tumbling over onto the floor. Embarrassed, he leaned over to pick up what he had just knocked over, then caught his coat pocket on a loose cable attached to a greased up hyper-condenser. "Son of a Sith." He muttered, fiddling with the caught fabric for a moment, before giving up and just tearing the pocket wide open. Unamused, he shook his head and returned his attention to the Jedi engineer. "And you're right. If it was just a couple of cultists, I would handle it myself, but there is more to it than that. Let me start at the beginning. A couple of months ago Tarfang and I were out scouting for ships when we had the bright idea to swing by Mon Cala and see what their yards had to offer. We'd heard rumours from a few old smuggling contacts that the system had gone dark over a year ago, so we went in prepared with StealthXs, and I'm glad we did given what we had found. The entire system is in lockdown. I didn't catch the name of the group that had taken over, but we encountered a few of their soldiers while Tarfang and I were helping ourselves to a pair of finished MC80s waiting at the orbital docks."That mission had proved hairier than most. The plan had been for Endor and Tarfang to slip into the orbital docks undetected with their stealth ships and sneak aboard the crewless vessels waiting there, then make their escape lickity split. Instead things had gotten messy, as they usually do."They were Quarren, most likely native to the planet, only something wasn't right about them. Vacant eyed, the whole lot of em, as though they'd all been brainwashed by whatever cult they belonged to. My attempts to connect with their mind were immediately rebuffed, their thoughts slipped through my seeking conscience as though coated in oil, or perhaps ink." With a heavy brow he looked up from the machine grease stain on the floor his leafy green eyes had been focused on, then patted his chest. "My upbringing on the Forest Moon of my namesake, it has helped me to develop a strong connection to the Living Force, and because of that I've always been a bit more sensitive to darkside juju than your average Jedi. Everything about what I felt from those soldiers was wrong. Their presence was like an open wound in the Force." He shook his head to dispel those foul memories and set his jaw as he settled. "I haven't felt evil like that since Zarrak terrorized my village when I was a child. These Quarren were clearly the product of sorcery, I have no doubt. If not for some help from a few fishy friends of our own, I doubt we would have made it out of there in one piece."Taking a deep breath in through his nose, he held it in his expanded chest for a moment, then slowly exhaled a cool breath that became a gentle breeze. This time as Endor began to pace back and forth across the dirty office floor, objects and debris in his path were casually moved aside, sliding or rolling from his path by a caress of wind."It goes without saying I want to liberate the Mon Calamari people. Our intelligence experts, such as Baron Graemon Gorgano who was formerly of the Corellian Coalition, have advised me of the strategic importance of Mon Cala and its shipyards, emphasizing what a difference maker it would be for the Rebellion who up until now have largely had to rely on the generosity of others and what we can scrounge for ourselves." He stopped in place, hands clasped behind his back, back straight. "But that's not why I want to do it. The truth is, I'm more worried about what will happen if we just ignore it. Evil unchecked is evil that's allowed to grow. We need to nip this one in the bud before it becomes something much worse." His bearded face stretched wide and tight, mouth spread open in a bearish grin, his eyes wide and bit wild. "And if there is darkside muckery going on there, that makes this Jedi business, which means you and Lucy need to dust off your sabers and come help."
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