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Post by Shaman Chill on Jun 23, 2013 20:39:54 GMT -8
During the Clone Wars, Carida was the site of a major military training facility, the Academy of Carida. This facility has gone unmanned and unknown since the end of that conflict, and is dilapidated and derelict in its state of disrepair. There are still portions of the facility that are underground, and with the right touches could function as a facility for those that need a quiet little corner of the Universe to protect their assets.
The power cores are still partially intact, along with some of the antiquated equipment. There are several portions of the facility with functional anti-gravity devices placed throughout the complex. While not all of them are in working order, they are in a repairable state. It is just waiting for the right group or groups to come and set up shop.
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Post by Adi on Jun 23, 2013 21:44:03 GMT -8
Bursting down through the atmosphere, Adi made a beeline for the area he had chosen. It was an old Republic base, long forgotten, and probably in terrible disrepair....
But, it was there. Matango had checked the database on the planet after Master Frantz had suggested that they rendezvous there to regroup and set up. Word had been sent to Tza'uax, and several others as well, on the trip here. Now, all he had to do was wait. Several were already here...he had Gregory monitor the incoming frequencies, and found out that most everyone he had messaged was arriving post haste.
Bringing his fighter down in amongst the ruined above-ground facility, he ducked it into a dilapidated hangar. The massive blast doors were blown several dozen meters away, and it would appear they were destroyed from the inside. Burn marks from a pitched battle still adorned the walls of the hangar, and debris littered the floor. Finally, he saw a clear landing pad, and sat the elegant fighter down gently. The craft landed a bit more heavily than normal, and it was odd to the Arkanian...
...Until he went to hop out, and was pulled to the ground very hard. It was only through a last-moment adjustment that he didn't land on his posterior. Higher gravity wasn't on the scouting report....but it was tolerable at least.
Pulling his bag out of the small luggage compartment, Adi made for the back end of the hangar, and to the stairs that led to the lower levels. Gregory was already in the system as much as he could be, powering up the lights along the way, and getting the gravity processors online. Few of them worked properly, and would require a more hands-on repair, but a few of them worked, lightening the downward pressure as Matango descended the steps. Pressing a button on his comlink, Adi saw the strange message from Mike...and shrugged. Maybe he meant the control room, and his autocorrect was so used to saying 'Tavern', it chose the nearest tavern to put in place. Either way, Adi sent a simple reply to meet him in the control room of the ruined training facility to help get things back in order.
"Gods, I hope we can pull this off....so much is hinging on us. Ashla...guide us."
Adi had been speaking to no one in particular, but his silent prayer was interrupted by the A-AI known as Gregory bursting through his personal comlink.
::Sir, I have confirmation on operational status for three of the 24 monitors in the control room, and about ten percent of the security is online. Power generators one through three of seven are beginning their power up sequence, and should be online within the hour. Holocam security is non-operational. The good news is, we have plenty of time to redecorate.::
"Thank you, Gregory. Have you figured out if the com systems are working?"
::Internal coms are about 30 percent operational, but the com array is such a mess, we couldn't broadcast outside of orbit without the transmitter in your fighter, Sir.::
"Get on that. If you need physical hands to repair something, talk to Mike. He is one of our best at what he does, I'm quite sure you two can handle it."
::Aye, Sir. Five-by-five. I will let you know when we have things headed in the right direction.::
"Thank you, Gregory."
Adi arrived at the control room, and looked around. While there was a massive bank of ancient monitors, only three were working...if you could even call it that. The screens were so thick with dust, Adi couldn't even see the static that filled the screens. Turning around, and slinging his bag over the back of a chair, he walked over to a very dated holoprojector, and pressed the activation switch...
..Nothing...dammit....
Pressing it again, he heard a hum, and a couple of pops followed by the acrid smell of ozone, and the Jedi thought it was going to work....but still nothing. One last time, he pressed the activation switch, and it came to life, flickering violently, but it worked...albeit in orange monochrome....
"Well, it's a start."
Flipping over the nearest chair, and dusting it off, Adi began rolling around the control room, repeating the same actions to try and get some of the basic systems up and running. Wheeling around on a wheeled chair made dealing with the higher gravity easier...especially since the control room gravity neutralizers were not yet active....
This is where he would wait for the others....and this is where they would begin to make their stand against the Mandalorians. This is where they would launch the counters that would break the siege on Yavin IV....
And this is where they would call home until they did.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2013 22:04:46 GMT -8
*Adi's Com crackles and a calm voice comes over the fighters long range sensors. It belongs to Octavious. Letting him and his team he has arrived. Octavious knows he isn't well known. He did spend most of his time on Corellia and Dorin. A Baran Do Sage has to to become one.*
*Octavious waits for his reply before he lands. No doubt that the others would be mistrustful of new additions. Especially during a purge. Octavious had news to deliver. Whether or not he was welcome.*
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Post by Adi on Jun 23, 2013 22:10:42 GMT -8
Another com breaks through on Adi's personal link, via his link with the fighter in the hangar bay. This time, its someone he isn't familiar with, but announcing his arrival nonetheless.
"Gregory, run the credentials...if he's good to go, let him land. We need all the help we can get."
Literally, less than a minute later, Gregory cleared the man to land at the same hangar as Adi had, and gave him instructions on how to get to the control room before dropping the link.
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Jun 23, 2013 22:15:07 GMT -8
Jade set down her fighter in a cloud of dust near to another one that had obviously arrived recently. She powered down the engines and popped the canopy. As she stood up in the fighter she frowned. And stretched. The stretch felt good, but required more effort than normal. Ah yes. Higher gravity level. She gathered herself and then jumped down to the ground, gingerly using the Force to lower herself in a maneuver that she hated, but still much better than a sprained ankle. She re-adjusted her voluminous black outer robe and considered which direction to take. Her homeworld had similar gravity to this one as far as she could tell, so in a way, it was a good feeling, but, she had been away for over half a century by now, living in the artificial gravity of ships (adjusted to her own comfort). Corellia's gravity was a bit light, given her background, but not so much as to be absolutely uncomfortable. It merely gave her unrealistic energy and endurance in performing her usual regimen of exercises. She looked around again, stretching out in the Force. She could tell Adi's own Force signature and decided to follow it to its source.
Moving quietly she wound her way through hallways and corridors, marveling at the dustiness and general sense of abandon that pervaded the facility's atmosphere. In a few places lights were weakly flickering online.
This place was eerily reminiscent of... what exactly? Jade frowned.
She turned down another hallway and entered what appeared to be a long-disused control center. Adi went rolling past in a chair scattering clouds of dust. A mischievous grin curled the corners of her lips as she stood in the doorway. With a feline grace she silently stepped forward a couple feet.
"Just like old times, eh? Perhaps a bit more dusty than your palace on Honoghr..."
She reached up and pushed back her hood, revealing her long black hair, still possessed of the occasional stark white streak, coiled loosely at the nape of her neck, magnetic green eyes just as bright as ever and alertly watching him.
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Post by Adi on Jun 23, 2013 22:31:59 GMT -8
"A lil dust never hurt anyone...besides, it's been a long time since I had to get dirty to get a job done...and I think we will get far dirtier in the days to come with what we have to do. I am sorry I messaged you so suddenly, but it was only under these circumstances that I have done so.
Looking her in the eyes, Adi took a short, deep breath, and a very quiet smile passed Adi's lips for a brief moment as he paused from his tinkering.
Welcome aboard, Jade...its great to see you."
The feeling of anxiety that had creeped into his chest was suddenly assuaged when Jade walked in..and knowing that the others were on the way. He had been rather distracted with his tasks in the control room, had lost track of time, and had not felt Jade arrive....but with her here, and the others arriving, things were starting to look up.
"There are others on the way...you may have passed them on your trip down....Mike Frantz and Alkor Centaris among them...and a few more Watchmen as well."
Flipping a few more switches, and getting the living crap shocked out of him in the process, a few more of the monitors began to flicker to life....a small victory, but with a certain amount of pain involved...
It was going to be the theme for a long while to come....
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2013 22:42:01 GMT -8
*Octavious' royal blue nubian star-skiff comes roaring in. The droid pilot adjusts for the difference in gravity, and lands smoothly in the hanger. Once Everything is powered down, Octavious gets up from a crossed-legged sitting position and heads out the loading ramp. He walks out towards the area where he was told to meet with the newly dubbed Master Matango.*
*Octavious could sense the tension. Anyone and evryone who was Force-sensitive had a target on their backs. The reason the Baran Do went underground. Octavious would have gone underground as well, but it wasn't in his character. He had to tell Adi something very important.*
*Octavious finally arrived. He bows with his hood up. After bowing respectfully, he removes his hood. Revealing he was a Miralukan.*
"Greetings Master Matango and Congrats are in order. I am Octavious Marr. Watchman and Baran Do Sage. Here to help with preventing this 'purge' set forth by these Mando's."
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Jun 23, 2013 22:44:40 GMT -8
"And what is it I am becoming welcomed aboard of exactly, Adieumus Matango?" the enigmatic Jedi riposted immediately. She noticed the slight tinge of fear that was tamped down by relief---due to her presence? She didn't believe that exactly, not on the surface anyway. Mike Frantz she knew by reputation as one of the Corellian Jedi presences. Alkor Centauris was a wild card.
She hadn't thought the spiky-haired Jedi's hair could stand up any straighter, but she was wrong as was now eminently proved as his hair was shocked into even more spikiness. Despite the oddity of the situation and circumstances, as well as the dire immediately of his summons to her, she laughed. It was a merry, rippling laughter. And she didn't laugh often.
Jade walked up and down quietly, getting used to the gravity. She took off her outer robe and draped it over the back of a chair that looked just ever so slightly less dusty than the others. Her form-fitting black tunic sported spider-like silver embroidery, and from her belt hung two lightsabers, her own on the right side, and the other bearing scorch marks across the hilt. Two knives also were sheathed at her waist, along with comlink on the right and small emergency kit at her back. She hadn't changed much at all really, except that the white of her hair was much less stark than it had been some years before.
"The Watchmen... this is your faction since you disbanded LAN?"
She turned to face the door just as a Miralukan entered the room. And he just as quickly confirmed her suspicion that this meeting evidently involving more than herself had something to do with the recently opened war between Mandalorians and Jedi. How was she of such vital importance to this?
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Post by Ak-Akari Obachu on Jun 24, 2013 9:27:23 GMT -8
Ak-Akari flew in towards the ruins, his X-32 low to the ground. He had to roll his eyes at the choice of facility, he certainly wouldn't have picked it. Go somewhere populated, perhaps on the outer rim or something but just make sure its somewhere a little more operational than this looked. They'd be harder to find in a city regardless, rather than a place like this. Any electrical or radiation would make them stick out like a sore thumb.
He sighed. "Ah well, nothing for it I suppose." and he keyed his com.
"Hey, Adi, I'm coming in. Got a landing spot ready for me? Preferably somewhere I can check this ship out and make some modifications of my own."
He waited a minute, flying in a loose circle around the facility, just keeping in a holding pattern until he could be brought in.
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Post by Nemo on Jun 24, 2013 10:32:30 GMT -8
The LAAT/i gunship carrying Admiral Tza'uax and General Lightyear descended through the atmosphere towards the landing co-ordinates. The pilot made a meal of the landing, the additional gravity playing havoc with the usual landing procedures. However the gunship did land safely and the passenger doors slid open. The pair of commando escorts hopped off and secured the area with the crew as Tza and General Lightyear made their way inside the ruined facility. They both made funny looks at the current appearance of the facility, talk about a fixer-upper! The unlikely pair soon found themselves in the command centre, Tza spotted Adi straight away.
"Master Matango, congratulation on your promotion. You couldn't have found anywhere more, functional, to hold this meeting?"
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Post by Adi on Jun 24, 2013 13:10:17 GMT -8
Tapping on another control panel, and seeing the lights come up, the Arkanian nodded happily to himself.
"Truthfully, Jade? I'm not really sure myself. Ashla's will be done, and all that. Your name was first on my mind for some reason, so I called on you. I'm just glad you thought enough of our first meeting to come through as quickly as you have. As for LAN...."
He was interrupted when Octavius came in. Adi had brought the Miraluka on shortly before he had left for Coruscant, so they had not had a chance to formally meet yet. Composing himself, he finished his thought before addressing the man.
"...it was time for us to step up to a higher calling. I didn't disband LAN..I merely folded them into the Jedi Order. The Watchmen are an extension of the Council to the outlying star systems. We also act in times of emergency as we are now, to keep the command structure of the Jedi strong.
We are the Watchdogs, the ones that the Jedi turn to when there is no one else to turn to. That is who we are." Adi turned and stood up, facing Octavius.
"Isn't that right, Watchman Marr?" He hadn't even had time to walk over to the new Watchman, before Ak-Akari was messaging, and Tza was walking in. All-in-all, this was becoming quite the place to be...
The place to be, that is...if you were a wayward Jedi planning on tearing the Mandalorian Empire open at the seams. It was all starting to fall together.
"Tza, it is good to see you. Thank you....and as always...your timing is perfect.Your pre-landing report says you have QRD and their equipment on board one of your ships...along with that 'package' I requested? If you would be so kind as to have them brought down. I will instruct Lt. Stone once he gets groundside. They will act as our defense force here for now.
At least we have functional toilets and refreshers here. Gregory has the hot water on in the women's lavatory at least. We can put it on a rotating schedule so that we can all get cleaned up. Til then? We get stuff up and running as soon as we can. The gravity compensators on this level are not yet working...I'll have Mike get on that as soon as he's groundside. The accommodations are primitive, to be sure...but we can get by. The whole point of coming here was to keep the bucketheads' eyes off us.
I'd say we succeeded. Now, we have a few more guests on the way, and once they are here, I can lay out the first part of our counter attack on the Mandalorians."
Adi had just set into motion an idea....one that no one had tried before. Rumor had it that the Beskar supply on Mustafar was cut off at the moment, which left the only supply of Beskar ore in a vulnerable spot on Mandalore...
Herein was a chance to cut off a very valuable resource to the ones in saberproof armor....and it couldn't have come at a better time.
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Post by Ael Jade on Jun 24, 2013 13:31:59 GMT -8
"I see," she replied thoughtfully. So, these Jedi Watchmen were essentially the ones willing to get their hands dirty, to seek out unorthodox solutions, and potentially even skate close to the dark side? Given her history, she wasn't surprised to find herself here amongst them. Watchman Marr was the Miralukan, obviously. She supposed that Adi would briefly run through a sort of roll call once everyone he was expecting had arrived. That way they'd at least have some kind of idea with whom they were to be working closely in the future.
In terms of quarters, she was not overly put out. She'd certainly stayed in far worse environments before. Tza-uax---she did not usually forget faces or auras, so she was sure she had not yet met him. Anyway, for now, she simply bided her time, thinking over the potential future scenarios. Undoubtedly Adi had some sort of plan going or he would not have summoned such a diverse group of people. From what she knew of the Yavinites, at least one of them would probably not be pleased by receiving assistance from anyone outside the immediate confines of that particular Academy. She was still amused by the irony of a 'Blind Watchman' as the Miralukan obviously relied upon the Force for his sight. Still, that did not mean he would be a less formidable opponent.
Congratulations? Ah. "My felicitations as well upon your recent step in rank, Adieumus Matango." She added her own acknowledgement of Adi's recent 'Master'ing ceremony to those already given. She remembered well how much he disliked being referred to as 'Prince' on Honoghr even though that was his lawful title. Most refreshing. Many sought after rank, title, and public acclamation. Adi did not. Perhaps that was why she'd taken his plea for help seriously and come to Carida even though the two of them had had little interaction since their initial meeting upon Honoghr.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 14:44:39 GMT -8
*An A-34 Sleuth cuts through the cloud layer and begins an even if not slightly bumpy descent; I hadn't factored that turbulence would strike up and truth be told it had been some time since I had piloted a craft of this design. I held loose upon the stick, the force guided me so, I rode the bumps and buffets of air and eventually cut my way through until the bad weather was far above and I got my first distant glimpse of the location I had been given.**Through the viewport I could see the tarnished, crumbling blackened remnants of an old, very old base. A base which had been forgotten by the sands of time and the majority of which was overgrown and unkempt and in a poor state of repair, this place probably hadn't seen action before the Clone Wars.
I panned the vessel over the site once I was low enough and emitted a long whistle, well Adi sure new how to pick them, it may not look pretty but it would certainly do the job, for starters it didn't wave a massive banner saying 'Jedi here'. It looked every inch unoccupied and Adi had been wise to keep it that way.
I banked the A-24 around and then swept in low and pulled back on the throttle as she glided through what I presumed must have once upon a time been hangar doors, instead the doors now looked liked someone had, had a good go at them with a giant tin opener. I initiated the landing sequence finding a spot large enough for the longer scout vessel.
I then turned about and descended the boarding ramp as I did so I found my knees sinking, almost buckling; strange. I took labored heavy steps and figured that gravity upon this rock was heavier in comparison to what I was accustomed to. Nevertheless I made my way down the boarding ramp and onto the hangar floor and decided to deal with the gravity as it was and made my way toward what appeared to quite possibly be the only functioning door in the hangar.
I walked along a distraught and forlorn looking corridor with hanging wires and torn out wall and roof sheeting; light thankfully had been provided by hastily strung up glow rods, and should there have been any doubt looking down at the floor; which up until now had been covered in age old dust and grime, there had now was a trail of boot steps from those who had walked the path before me.
I followed the corridor around until it came to a dead end, I could feel a gathering of several presences in the force but there now seemed no way of continuing. I looked around scanning the ceiling and floor, I then looked to the wall to my left and stretched out with the force, indeed there was a small access hatch. Reaching further I located the mechanism and visually assessed the locking mechanism, physically I twisted my right hand as I visualised opening the hatch. There was a satisfying pop as the seal broke and the hatch fell back and then slid to the right, I ducked and made my way through the opening, the hatch closing in my wake. I then walked along a narrow corridor similar to the one before eventually I made my way into by all regards what looked like a modern and bizarrely enough operational command station.
I looked around and smiled and nodded at those present then waited to be addressed.*
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Post by Johun Starfield on Jun 24, 2013 15:28:57 GMT -8
Johun skillfully navigated the Patronus to the designated landing area. He hopped out of the cockpit and removed the makeshift power cell Jessa had made.
Arnie, get a mechanic to properly fix the ship.
Arnie whistled in agreement. Johun carefully removed his Permafrost crystal from the makeshift power cell. It still felt cool and seemed completely unharmed. Levitating Vormund over his right hand, he disassembled his light saber hilt and returned the crystal to its proper place. Once reassembled, Johun smiled, Vormund felt like Vormund again. Johun reattached the hilt to his right hip and trekked into the ruins of the Old Republic. He had never been here before, but the Force was guiding him to others, other Jedi, other Watchmen. He soon was upon them, and there where some he knew and some he didn't...
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Post by Ak-Akari Obachu on Jun 24, 2013 16:25:25 GMT -8
Ak-Akari, having gotten in touch with the base AI, found himself led to a spot near the outskirts of the base. There was a hangar there complete with scaffolding and a repair pit, though they looked a little worse for the wear. After a few tries he managed to hover the ship in, nestling it nicely between the two side scaffoldings. Gathering up his equipment, Ak-Akari popped the hatch and hopped out.
A moment later his right foot blew through the scaffolding and he came down hard onto his knee, barely catching himself before he pitched over the edge. Looking down the rusted grating had shorn away around his foot, and blood flowed freely down his leg. He steadied himself, and then slowly pulled his leg free, cringing with the stabbing pain as his ankle cleared the hole. The leg was bleeding, but not badly, and he shouldn't have more than a sprain. all the same, he was annoyed as he started limping off towards the control center. He keyed the comm as he walked.
"Gregory, when you said it was perfect for me I'm assuming you didn't mean you wanted me dead. Remind me to come fix this place up if we get some downtime."
A few minutes later he limped into the control center and dropped his small bag of equipment down next to him as he leaned on the table. He peered around at the assembled people, a large enough group already. He whistled loudly from his corner of the room.
"Quite the crew we've got here. What ever happened to stealth Adi? Did we decide to go all out assault, or is your plan that we set the princess here out as bait while the army sneaks in?" He nodded his head towards Jade. "I hear the Mando's get quite lonely out on the front, and women soldiers don't seem too common with them."
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Post by Ael Jade on Jun 24, 2013 16:42:08 GMT -8
Jade stiffened, green fire flashing in her eyes as she contemplated the latest arrival. He looked a bit battered. "Let's hope you make it to the front, soldier." She replied, her tone quiet and nearly a monotone, though still perfectly audible. Her habitual aura of dignity and controlled authority didn't even flicker. "I have a name, and it's Jade." She half-bowed, still on the edge of politeness, though not the full bow she would have accorded someone with whom she was familiar and whose exact ranking she knew.
Indeed, it did seem she was the only female in this ragtag band of rogue Jedi. Still, having been raised in a barracks, she was not at all fazed by this. A few things were becoming clearer though. Adi had some sort of 'package' that was being delivered. But, she'd figuratively eat her hood if Carida was its final destination. Her connections with the Mandalorians were somewhat convoluted, and no one outside of herself and her lieutenant on Galantos was aware of her history. Aside from the other people involved of course. There were a few people that she had been close to telling, however, circumstances had never worked out. Perhaps that was a good thing.
"Bait." She nearly laughed, though only the faintest hint of a smile touched her lips, never reaching her eyes. "That would be doomed to fail from the moment it was put into action." Jade smiled much more fully, though, it was the smile of an old predator, the excited gleam of the hunt sparkled in her eyes.
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Post by Ak-Akari Obachu on Jun 24, 2013 17:59:04 GMT -8
Ak-Akari took more notice of the woman, having been the first to return his banter. She had the look of a warrior, someone he wouldn't necessarily want to go one-on-one against. He figured she must be good if she was here for this operation, and by the sounds of it she wasn't running mission control. He'd have to keep an eye open for this one, she definitely had some hidden potential.
"Oh this? Nonsense, it's only a flesh wound. If my foot falls off I'll just hobble at them and hope they take pity on me."
He gave a short chuckle before continuing.
"Anyway, no offence miss Jade, can't help myself. I'm just a fountain of banter, its a coping mechanism I suppose. Don't mean anything by it."
He hobbled over, his sprained ankle still sore but getting a bit more stable as he walked on it. He'd pay for it in the morning sure, but for now he'd survive. He extended his hand to her.
"Ak-Akari Obachu, Independent Infiltration and Special Operations Specialist. Or I would be if I actually had a title. Those things tend not to mean much in my line of work I'm afraid. Can't be well known when you're a professional hermit for years on end."
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Post by Ael Jade on Jun 24, 2013 18:36:03 GMT -8
Infiltration and Special Ops. That explained a lot. "Just 'Jade' will suffice. 'Master' if you're feeling formal for some reason. Otherwise, simply 'Jade.'" She replied. If he didn't get that quickly this working relationship was likely to become strained. Flesh wound? Perhaps he was referring to that old Terra flick. She decided to banter in kind, "You might find a shrubbery to hide behind."
"Hermit?" She smiled. "I think 'survivor' might be a better term. Some lines of work don't tend to mesh well with a high-profile." She did not ask why he needed a coping mechanism. It was none of her business. Besides, until and unless it became her business, she did not care. Everyone had a history. Some skeletons were better off being left in their respective closets.
"The Mando'ade are not famous for their pity, Ak-Akari." She hoped the double 'Ak' syllable was actually part of his name, and not a symptom of a speech impediment. If it was the latter, she'd probably feel a momentary twinge.
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jun 25, 2013 7:28:42 GMT -8
"Don't ask me to do that," Alkor shot back, twisting and pointing an accusatory finger at Mike. He was not in any immediate danger of losing control, but his eyes flickered with wavering tenacity beneath the black fabric. It was so much easier to go through the motions. When Alkor let his former masters pull the strings, when he closed his mind, none of it hurt. The world could not sting him, could not shatter his already broken dreams. "Don't ask me to be accountable. Don't make me suffer again- you Jedi may be capable of handling your mandate to function like effecient machinery, but I'm just a man. When they stripped me of that, lives didn't occur to me. Death did not bother me. My own pain was as nothing. Losing everything is the only blessing I have now- don't take it away."
His hand dropped slowly, Alkor's shoulders sagging, defeated. "Let's just report to Matango. I'm tired," Alkor muttered, "so damned tired..." The younger Corellian found himself grouping at the wall of the ship, feeling suddenly far older than he was. Clutching at his abdomen, Alkor pulled his hand away from the bandages, painted with fresh blood. Gods, he truly was tired. He should have died so many times before.
Looking dispassionately down at the world below, Alkor's lurid blue gaze blinked away imperfect stains that soiled his cheeks, fist slamming into metal. They weren't going to let him go. They were never going to let him go. "Damn it!" He cursed loudly in frustration, his rage more pitiful than terrifying. Ironic, he found it, that he railed against injustice, when once, it had been the very crop he had sewn.
If there were any divine beings, truly they had a sense of humor. Dry and bitter, like Alkor's throat as he stared down now at the ale, and his body shook. "I need a drink," he said shakily, clambering over to the console, running his hands over it like a man posessed. "Let me drink, damn it! Damn you! Damn this galaxy and damn everyone in it! I want to be alone again!"
Alkor slammed his open hands into the metal again and again, the pain shooting like fire through his palms and up his forearms. His knuckles creaked and moaned in protest, and blood spilled down his fingers. His eyes knitted shut, and he sank to his knees, shaking his head and sobbing. "I just want to be left alone..."
Shutting down the ship and lower the ramp I get up and before leaving the cockpit I look over my shoulder at Alkor, still standing there with his bloodied hands. Look, for what it's worth I believe in you, I know it doesn't really matter to you, but I still need to say it. Now I can give you to the jedi on Yavin to do with as they will, or you can come with me, It's your choice. The ice in my voice durring the last bit was unmistakeable. It wasn't that I wanted to threaten the younger Corellian, but he deserved to know what the stakes are. There was no way the order would just let him walk away, not now, maybe not ever. It was either work with them or get put deep deep in a cell and I for one would rather see him free, or at least free as he is able to be. I still see a glimer of that little boy who had wanted to be a jedi, and the man who I can see is struggling against injustice, being disgusted by it when he used to bath in it. He was changing, but he didn't know how to handle it. For what little it's worth I want to help you, I know what risks are involved, I know what you were and I know what you could be, but I can't help you if you don't want it. With that I made my way out of the cockpit and down the boarding ramp, taking just a moment to gain control of my emotions and put on an almost genuine smile on my face. This place may look like junk to most of the people present, but to me it was just a grand project, and the thought of working on something like that gives me a little bit of joy to hang onto after all of the pain I had seen, felt, and dealt with above Ryloth and afterwards. It didn't take long to feel the location of the gathered men and one woman, some familiar feeling, others not. Making my way through a few hallways in obvious states of disrepair I finally arrived in what appeared to be the control room. Although trying to remain unnoticed I doubt that would happen, considering my disheveled appearance I doubt I would be hard to notice. My tan mechanic's jumpsuit was stained, ripped, and burned from battle rather than from making repairs and there were bruises obvious on my face as well as a nice, bright first degree burn across my neck and face. Thankfully I had taken the time to cut out the burnt edges of my hair and beard, even cleaned and combed them, so I look almost presentable on some levels, not that I really cared what they thought of my appearance. Reaching out with the force I find the familiar mind of Adi, the newest Master of the order, and gave him a feeling that said something along the lines of "we WILL be having a talk later". I wasn't going to start ripping into him in front of his men and guests but there were definitely some questions he WOULD be answering for me. Although outwardly I seemed calm and almost jovial, however anyone looking into my eyes would see recent pain and fatigue. I wasn't beat, but I was certainly bruised, and I'm sure it wouldn't be the last time, not with Adi leading this eclectic group of mean and woman. |
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Post by Adi on Jun 25, 2013 18:06:00 GMT -8
Finally...they were all here. Well, at least they would be. They were all groundside at the very least, so this little shindig could get started. Rolling his chair over to the ancient holoprojection machine, Matango pressed the activation button. A pop, a wheeze, a hiss, and another series of pops, followed by the sound of nothing filled the air. A solid =thump= on the control panel from Adieumus, and the machine sprang to life.
At least it was functional, even if it WAS in orange and green monochrome.
"Thank you all for coming. I am sure you know why we are here.
Yavin IV." The holoprojection cameras flickered and twitched, but showed an image of the besieged moon of Yavin. Adi had patched his own datapad into the machine, and it was projecting the images as best as it could. "The moon has been under siege for some time now, and we need to somehow draw the Mandalorian strike force away...at least a portion of it...or the Yavin Defense fleet will be shredded.
We cannot allow this to happen. However, we have very few as far as numbers. This would appear to be putting us at a distinct disadvantage....but I believe it puts us at a distinct ADVANTAGE." The image of Yavin IV dropped, and four panels replaced the moon. Touching a panel on his holopad, it expanded and showed a mobile mining facility. The location was not yet shown, but it was quite obviously marked with the Mandalorian mythosaur in several places. "Intel is showing that the supply of Beskar ore on Mustafar has been slowed to almost non-existence due to a conflict on the planet. That leaves just one spot that they can get the ore out....and its here. This lightly defended facility is the only place that the Mandalorians can get the ore they need to produce beskar...and all we need is one thing to destroy it." A sub-panel on the holopad was touched, bringing up the specs for what appeared to be a CLoWDS armor...but it was fitted out differently, with a large drill on one arm, and a myriad of tools around the other hand. "Ive had HNAC fit out a specialized CLoWDS armor suit to be a prototype mining droid. It will be sent into the facility, be programmed to detonate at some point soon after its delivery. The suit has a high-level power core, and should be enough to detonate the core of the facility itself...which will blow it sky high."
Touching another button, the Holoimage projector shut down, and Adi looked gravely at the group that was assembled. "This is but the first in a series of raids we are going to be conducting on the Mandalorians to break their stranglehold on Yavin IV, and to prevent them from doing this to any other planet in the Republic. We cannot allow this rampage to continue. It is our duty...indeed, it is our burden...to be the ones to do this. Ashla has seen fit to bring this group together, and send us forth to stop this menace. If there is a one here who feels they cannot do this, you know how you got here...you can follow your way back out. You will not be thought any less of for doing so...but know that if you stay now, you are with us for the long haul."
Reaching into his pocket, Matango pulled out a smoke, and lit it. He actually -was- trying to quit, and this was the first one he had partaken of since he had arrived a few hours ago, but it was something of a nervous habit he had developed. Exhaling, he sat back down in the rolling chair, and leaned back a little bit.
"Make no mistake, my friends...this is going to be very VERY hairy for a while. Some of us might not make it. These missions will be dangerous, and probably more harrowing than anything you've gone through in a long time, if not ever. I know I am asking a lot of you...especially in the name of an Order that some of you have a less than favorable view of...but the Mandalorians won't stop with Yavin IV. They will systematically hit every single planet that they suspect has any kind of tie to the Jedi...and any other race that uses the force. They mean to wipe us from existence. I, for one, refuse to let that happen. They caught us off guard on Yavin IV....and I intend on showing them that we won't just roll over and take it. We have the ability to strike back...to show them that this kind of persecution will not be allowed in the Universe.
We must stand together, screaming in one voice that we shall not be destroyed!" In his fervor, Matango slammed his fist down on the console, bringing up a fuzzy image of the Oya'baat for a brief moment, then it fizzled away again. Saying nothing about it yet, Adi took a deep drag on his smoke, and exhaled. He had no idea if his animated speech would fall on deaf ears, and they would all leave him to his crackpot plans...or if they would stay, and make this work like he knew it could. He took another long drag, and exhaled the smoke, dropped it on the floor and crushed it out.
"So are you guys in, or out? If you are in, there are bunks near the control room, and Gregory has a service droid prepping the beds. Sorry, right now the sleeping arrangements have to be co-ed...at least until we get some things re-arranged. Training for those staying on will begin sharply at 0530 tomorrow morning.
If you aren't...there's the door, as I said...and good luck to you." He said no more, and waited for the mass exodus that was sure to head for the exit hatch.
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