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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Dec 15, 2013 5:33:40 GMT -8
Zion turned a little as the Whitecloak made it's entrance into the Temple Hangar and landed on a pad almost opposite where he, Amber and Obadiah were all standing. He watched as the first person, whom he assumed was the pilot/captain of the vessel, descended the ramp and looked around the hangar. He suddenly felt a strange feeling about her, not a feeling like when sensing a force user, but a feeling he felt when around members of the Cinndao race.
A feeling which was amplified a couple moments later when two passengers disembarked just behind the pilot/captain. Something about them felt different though, like he was linked to them. A fact which was confirmed moments later when they shouted his name, and tacklehugged him, causing him to topple backwards onto his back.
He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him as he looked down into the faces of his two sisters. For a brief moment, he smiled as he felt like he was back on Alderaan or Talus. Before a moment later, He was back in the crowd that had gathered to watch as Gabriel thrust the daggers into Hikari and Akari's backs. His eyes widened as he came back to reality as the female pilot approached, her helmet removed, showing her face, as she greeted him.
He managed to get up off the ground, with his sisters still clinging to him. He was still trying to process what was going on as he faced the woman who had brought them here, before he stepped back from Hikari and Akari. He needed answers, because none of this should be happening
=Zion Morviael=
How is this possible? I saw you both die... I buried you on Alderaan! Who are you?!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2013 20:23:14 GMT -8
Hikari and Akari looked confused at Zion as he pulled away from them and started shouting about the fact that he saw them die, which was a crazy notion to them since they were both still alive. Hikari then reached forth telepathically to Zion, although it was not as strong or as clear as it once was, she knew it would be enough as she started flooding images of them being detained, or their clones being made, and their placement in the cryo pods.
Zacaiah knew this would be her chance to step in and deliver the convincing answer, knowing that if this failed, she was going to have to quickly take Zion out and fight her way out of the Temple. She then took a step forward, hoping beyond all hope that she would be convincing enough
=Zacaiah Traevis=
My name is Zacaiah Traevis, these are yours sisters, Hikari and Akari. The girls you saw die... They were clones, designed to be used to weaken you. I've been working for a group of Cinndao, monitoring you and your sisters for years now. I managed to rescue these two from a secret operations base belonging to Skorch and Siberian. They've been holding your sisters as captives for almost three years. But now they are returned, alive and well...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2013 22:22:54 GMT -8
Amber turned towards Obadiah as the woman introduced herself as Zacaiah Traevis, meaning she was in some way related to him
She could clearly guess Zacaiah wasn't a direct relative of Obadiah's, for a number of reasons. Meaning she must have been his cousin
Her attention was returned to Zacaiah as the woman continued to explain how Hikari and Akari were still alive, and how she had rescued them from Skorch and Siberian. She turned to Zion then, watching to see his reaction
Although she felt it was a bit of a shakey story, she really had no proof to back it up. She just had to trust Zion would make the right decision and be able to discern whether Zacaiah was telling the truth or not
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2013 22:45:31 GMT -8
Obadiah smiled as Zacaiah introduced herself, making everything seemingly fall into place for him. His gaze fell to the scar on her cheek, which just so happened to be the Traevis family crest. It was why he had recognized her, she was the daughter of his Father's Sister, if he remembered correctly. He never really knew much about her, so he couldn't really vouch for whether or not she could be trusted.
There was something about her though, that he didn't really trust. Perhaps it was cause he reminded her of a bounty hunter, a group which he had never really had the best history with. But she was his cousin, so he really did have to give her the benefit of doubt. Perhaps she really was just trying to help out, but just in case, he would keep an eye on her
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Dec 18, 2013 17:36:38 GMT -8
Zion suddenly felt Hikari reach out to him, or what he could only assume was her, for although he and his sisters had shared a telepathic link in the past, due in part to their lineage. But there was something off about this one, like something was not quite right, but before he could think too much more, he felt a rush of images, senses, and feelings rush in. He slowly raised his right hand to the side of his head.
Everything Zacaiah said backed up all the images that had just rushed through his mind. Then there was the fact Skorch and Siberian were involved, two names that he had recently heard from Lyssa. From what he could tell, they were special operation warriors who worked from the shadows, who as Lyssa had explained, were currently making him their top priority.
If that was so, keeping Hikari and Akari alive would make sense if they were behind everything that had happened on Talus with Yahweh and his group of evangelical followers. If that was so, then it kind of made him wonder just how good Siberian and Skorch were, considering how many times he had managed to foil their plans. Regardless, it meant that his sisters were the ones standing before him.
He lowered his hand as he stepped forward and hugged his sisters again as a wave of relief seemed to wash over him, as his family was at last back together. Well atleast most of it was back together, but considering all he had lost in recent times, having Hikari, Akari and Amber around was a welcome relief. He then let go of them as he turned towards Zacaiah
=Zion Morviael=
It really is them... You have my thanks for bringing them home. I would like to welcome you to dinner tonight, you have done a good deed by me for which I must repay you. In the mean time, I am sure Amber can give you and my sisters a tour of the temple...
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Post by Nemo on Dec 25, 2013 11:27:24 GMT -8
The Zephyr, quite a large ship for a Jedi to make use of, was being guided down to the temple by the computer auto-pilot. Nemo was not a skilled pilot and he did not wish to embarrass himself as a first impression. He had done that too many times in the past with his old ship. The auto-pilots did an adequate job in landing the ship, selecting one of the largest docking bays for the light frigate.
As the ships was settling on her landing gear, the Jedi Master was gathering his essentials before departing. He was currently looking for his shield. The Ultrachrome shield, some might say and old fashioned item, had proved itself more than valuable in the past and Nemo always liked to carry it, slung over both shoulders. He had searched through his quarters and was not looking through the training room. He had just located it when he felt the landing gear finally come to rest on the platform below. He stumbled a bit but picked up his trusted defensive item and slung it over his back. His lightsaber was already clipped to his belt and as such, he was ready to face the world.
He knew little of the Jedi of Honoghr but had heard they were generally quite friendly. He hoped this was the case as he stepped off the boarding ramp and into the hanger.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2013 16:51:13 GMT -8
Hikari and Akari smiled as their brother seemed to accept that it was indeed them, hugging him again as he hugged them. They then stepped back again as Zion then addressed Zacaiah, letting her know that Amber would give them all a tour of the temple until dinner was ready later. Akari just about ran over to Amber and almost bowled into the woman, managing to come to a stop before she did so
=Akari Morviael=
AMBER!
Zacaiah meanwhile nodded respectfully to Zion as he offered her dinner as a small thanks for having brought his sisters home. Well, he seemed to be accpeting it so far she thought, so that was a bonus. This seemingly half baked plan might actually work after all, if nothing else it would allow her to get close to Zion at the very least
=Zacaiah Traevis=
It would be an honour to have dinner with you and your family. And a tour of the temple sounds excellent...
She then turned towards the woman whom Akari had just run over to and identified as Amber; whom, if she remembered correctly, had served as Zion's servant when they were younger, and apparently still did. She gave the other woman a reassuring smile, or at least the best one she could muster
=Zacaiah Traevis=
Please, lead on...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 0:02:34 GMT -8
Amber stood back and watched as Zion processed all the information, before finally deciding that Zacaiah was telling the truth. She then gave Akari a hug, as she came charging towards her, before stopping just short of knocking her over
Although she still had a bit of a hard time accepting that they were indeed the two girls she had grown up with all those years ago. But she had to trust Zion's judgement, until there was proof otherwise
Amber then let go of Akari and turned to Hikari
=Amber Caird=
It's so good to see you both again...
She then turned her attention to Zacaiah, as the woman approached her and asked her to lead on
=Amber Caird=
Let's start the tour with the Main Entrance hall...
She then nodded towards Zion, before leading Zacaiah, Hikari, and Akari across the hangar bay and out through the temple corridors towards the main hall
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 14:57:20 GMT -8
Obadiah cautiously eyed his cousin, even after Zion seemed to give his approval of her, as she followed Amber out of the hangar bay, with the two girls that were Zion's Sister's close in tow. He then turned towards Zion, wondering just what exactly his friend was thinking, trying to discern what was going on. Obviously the names of Skorch and Siberian had struck a cord with him
=Obadiah Traevis=
So... They're your sister's eh? I don't mean to sound skeptical, but how can you be so sure that is actually them?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2014 15:56:44 GMT -8
Finding a pilot was always a bitch for Mike. It wasn't that he didn't get along with people; on the contrary. Those that knew him tended to find him to be an agreeable sort, if a little bland. No, the problem was that no one ever seemed to notice him. His latent talents with stealth came in all kinds of handy on the job, but honestly, it wasn't worth it sometimes. It's not like he could switch it off, either. There was probably a way, but buggered if he could ever figure it out.
Eventually, the archaeologist knew he'd either have to learn to stand out or learn to fly a ship, because finding a pilot in his state was more or less impossible. He and ships had exactly the same sort of relationship shared by the average galactic citizen and hyperspacial physics. He knew that they existed and that they helped him get from point A to point B, but anything else was pushing it.
Really, all Mike could do at this point was wander around and hope someone noticed him. It would either take astute observational skills or someone in so much emotional distress that they were ignoring the auras around them. That or they were shutting them out to avoid further emotional distress. He sincerely hoped for the first. Cheerful pilots tended to make better company.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jan 8, 2014 11:38:35 GMT -8
Alexis Karidian had entered the Temple Hangar shortly after leaving the classrooms. One place, one thing rather, that she instinctively knew how to find, was her x-wing. It would not be wrong to say that it was her heart. And her astromech, fussy stickler though he was, was her only 'friend.'
"Morning, Arrr-Eight," she greeted him, with an attempt to be cheerful. Most humans probably would have shrugged it off. But, for some reason, the persnickety R2 unit did not as a series of inquisitive beeps and whistles responded to the Jedi padawan. "I want complete diagnostics, don't skip anything. We may as well make use of the temporary lull." A whistling shriek suddenly cut off in the middle as she pointed a finger at the red and white droid, hushing his indignant riposte. As if he would ever---
She disappeared underneath the hull of her twelve meter T65XJ-9D StealthX and began meticulously examining the polarization equipment.
A bit later, she was checking over the paint as well. Due to recent events there were a few scratches in the distinctive red markings that denoted her status as a member of Dragon Squadron, an elite Jedi X-wing starfighter unit.
If Mike Hamish wasn't looking down as he rounded the corner, he might trip over a pair of shapely legs. However, he might alternatively be warned as the owner of said limbs suddenly spouted off a stream of well-chosen curses, and a muffled yell of, "Arrr-Eight? Chat with the hangar computer---I want red paint, now preferably! And brushes, don't forget the brushes," emanated from the underbelly of a sleek x-wing.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2014 13:00:58 GMT -8
Dodging the legs was easy. Mike had never been so lax in his situational awareness that he'd let something like that trip him up. Between that and the deranged yelling from beneath the fighter, only an idiot would have tripped over the pilot.
The hydrospanner right next to her, on the other hand...
"Oh FUCK me!"
It wasn't that he knew the impact would hurt, or that he was likely going to embarrass himself in front of a prospective pilot. No, the thing that irritated Mike the most as his face rushed towards the floor was that, in all likelihood, they'd never even notice. He'd once spent three hours bleeding out in an ER from an arrow to the gut (archaeology is not without risks) before a nurse slipped in the pool of blood and decided to figure out where it was coming from. If he was lucky, he'd at least end up somewh-CRACK.
The sickly wet smack of flesh hitting the floor, combined with the sharp crack of something breaking, was all but lost in the background noise of the hangar.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jan 8, 2014 20:30:05 GMT -8
"Wha----right now?!" Alexis queried, startled a bit by the emphatic way of introducing himself upon the public notice that the now in pain and bleeding Jedi had. She extricated herself from the workings of her fighter and considered him---er, well, the side of him that was visible, namely at this point, his backside! "I uhm, don't think that would be entirely called for, do you?"
The sickening crack! as he smacked into the floor followed by a burst of pain that hovered around the edges of leaving her dizzy was enough to tell her he probably had a broken nose. When/if he looked up, he'd see a slim young female dressed in typical padawan attire, translucently pale face looking even more so due to thick black hair which was trying to escape from where she'd tied it back before setting to work examining the bowels of her ship. Dark chocolaty brown eyes contemplated him sympathetically with a wisdom and experience not in keeping with her general appearance. Unbeknownst to her, she had a streak of grease across her cheek.
Alexis quickly wiped her hands on the front of her tunic, tugging the hem straight automatically, "I'm Alexis Karidian, by the way."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2014 20:55:02 GMT -8
For a moment, Mike did his best to become one with the floor. Just his luck. The one bloody person to notice him, and they did so by way of a face plant. The young archaeologist rolled over with a groan, to find himself staring up at what appeared to be a padawan. Or at least that's what he thought he was seeing. Broken nose, watering eyes, they kinda went hand in hand.
"Er, sorry about that. I'd make a joke about falling for you, but ow. Ugh."
Mike pulled himself to his feet with a groan.
"Name's Mike Hamish. And, um, you've got some grease..."
Not exactly a brilliant conversationalist, this one. At 5'7", with the sort of pleasantly bland features that wouldn't stand out in a crowd without being on fire, just about everything about Mike screamed unobtrusive. His chameleon-like aura didn't do him any favors. It wasn't like the poor fellow was unintelligent, he just never really had a chance to sharpen his social skills.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jan 9, 2014 12:23:46 GMT -8
Alexis eyed the injured man narrowly for a moment, "If you did that, I should be forced to tell you that's ridiculous. You know nothing about me---what if I'm a Sith Lord?" One eyebrow arched steeply as she considered this. She decided that he was not serious. In fact, he was probably in shock. At least he'd managed to get to his feet.
"Occupational hazards," she replied nonchalantly, brushing her sleeve across her face. This resulted in a smear. She'd just have to deal with it later. At the moment, she climbed agilely up into the NineDee's cockpit and wrestled out her first aid kit. She withdrew a length of gauze, dropped the case back into the seat, and jumped to the ground. Alexis wadded up the gauze so he could use it to hopefully staunch the bloodflow.
"Here," she handed it to him, "We should probably get you to the infirmary, unless you want me to try pulling your nose back into joint?" she offered.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2014 14:10:52 GMT -8
Mike chuckled, then grimaced as the chuckle did unpleasant things to his deviated septum.
"If you're a Sith Lord, I am seriously in the wrong freaking temple."
Although, if the rumors about Kuat were true, there could very well be a Sith Lord in a Jedi temple that wasn't there to kill everyone. He doubted, however, that they'd come in the form of females between the age of 17 and 20 with padawan braids.
"If you know what you're doing," he said cautiously in regard to her offer, "feel free to try. I don't get along with infirmaries."
As mentioned before, he tended to go unnoticed. Mike was kind of surprised that Alexis knew he was here. Granted, he had sort of made a memorable entrance, but that alone wouldn't do it. The archaeologist instinctively brushed out with his mind with the lightest of touches, and what he found explained it pretty well. Pain, loss, both recent and profound. She was coping well, from what he could tell, but such things generally turned one's focus inward, which meant she was less likely to be tricked by his damnable unconscious talents in stealth.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jan 9, 2014 14:35:36 GMT -8
"I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time," she riposted wryly. One could never tell exactly what the future held, though sometimes educated guesses were possible.
She eyed his nose a bit uneasily, at least it didn't seem too far out of joint. It wasn't over next to his ear or anything. "Of course I don't know what I'm doing." Tilting her head to the other side she assessed the situation from that angle, before looking at him directly again. "But then, in a manner of speaking, I do know what I'm doing---" she broke off, not feeling like even attempting to begin an explanation to a complete stranger.
His Force presence felt weird, like it wasn't all there, or like it was constantly moving and adapting. A wrinkle appeared right over her nose as her brow furrowed in thought.
Fine! I knew it would come to this sooner or later.
And then, Alexis willed her mind to relax, the soft whisperings and feelings and much louder clamoring of the people and visions that thrust themselves upon her all throughout her childhood, from before she had any idea how to defend herself. She 'looked' about, sifting through the pictures of those who had experienced similar injuries.
Without stopping to think and let herself get nervous, she reached out with calm hands, flatly informed him, "This won't hurt a bit," and manipulated his nose back into place, while trying to ignore the sort of wet, squelchy noise it made. She didn't know why she'd said that. Of course it hurt. But it was what doctors always said. Afterward, with a tenderness she did not know she had, she gently ran a fingertip along the top of his nose, assuring herself that she hadn't made the situation worse. It felt right...but how could she tell for sure? It wasn't her nose.
She blinked, kicking all the stray thoughts out of her mind and metaphorically slammed a door closed before locking it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2014 15:02:53 GMT -8
"Well that's reassu-ARGH!!!"
Mike's world was consumed in a white-hot flash of pain as the break was set, but it soon died down into a dull and somewhat more manageable ache. Even his meager skill with the Force could soothe it away into something barely noticeable.
"Okay. You're a liar, but thank you."
And then came one of those awkward silences that almost invariably occurs after two strangers meet and the original task or line of conversation that brought them together runs its course. First impressions have been made, and both parties take a second to review those impressions while trying to come up with something else to say.
Mike's impression of Alexis was that she was the adaptable sort. Caught off guard by a surprise encounter, she had nonetheless responded with a sharp wit and keen mind. Given that she had been working on the fighter, she was either a mechanic or a pilot, and no mere mechanic would dare go about painting a ship without a damn good reason, so she was probably the latter, and probably a damned good one, too. Not many apprentices were trusted with state of the art spacecraft.
"I don't suppose you'd happen to know any pilots with some time on their hands, would you?"
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jan 9, 2014 18:34:24 GMT -8
Warm light suddenly flashed in Alexis' eyes. On some level, aren't we all liars? Still, Mike seemed to be recovering alright, and no permanent damage done. Alexis was a bit worried about the fact that she felt nothing. Sure, there had been the surge of physical pain from Mike as she set his nose, but she intellectually knew that had happened. Inside, she felt numb in spite of the brief respite from recent events that his method of intruding himself upon her notice had given her.
Of course she had seen him. She wasn't blind. If someone trips over one's hydrospanner while avoiding one's legs resulting in a crash to the ground... one would have to take notice! Right?
"Don't mention it," she mumbled, pulling a brush out from where she had momentarily stuck it behind her ear earlier. She took a paint-can that her astromech trundled over to her and skeptically examined the tint of the 'redness' by dipping her brush tentatively into it, and holding the tip close to the distinctive red markings of her x-wing to see if it matched closely enough to suit her. In response to an insistent whistle, she looked up again.
"Oh... Arrr-Eight, this is Mike. Mike, Arrr-Eight, my astromech." she quickly got through the introductions, hardly even registering that she'd treated the R2 unit like a person. His shiny dome took in Mike's appearance and registered him as 'humanoid, not Dav,' and he rolled off back to work.
"Depends on what you want, and where you're thinking of going," she hedged as she finally answered Mike's question. He seemed to be unremarkable, the type of person that had once been genetically engineered to blend in with everyone everywhere in order to serve as secret agents: the type of person one never bothered to look at twice. But, unlike many people, Alexis 'saw' underneath the surface, or beyond it rather. He didn't seem to be all that old; however, he probably wouldn't show age as markedly as most humans. He didn't have the air of a master, but he seemed further along than a padawan. She put him down as a knight and shrugged it off as of little importance to her personally.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2014 19:08:37 GMT -8
Mike whistled a passable imitation of a binary greeting to the droid, then considered the padawan's question.
"That's the tricky part. I ended up here after a reference in the library on Ossus suggested that there was another text dealing with the history of early lightsabers. That text was indeed in the library here, though it was in pretty bad shape. Anyway, apparently, there was a research facility of some sort on Roon."
Roon, of the nigh impenetrable asteroid field that few folks knew how to navigate, was what he didn't say. Mike knew he was asking a lot, but if this padawan didn't know enough to be worried about the prospect of getting there, he was definitely barking up the wrong tree. Likewise if she panicked at the mere thought of it.
"I know enough about ships to board a passenger liner between planets, but actually piloting one of my own is a bit beyond my reach. What say you? Feel like helping an archaeologist in the pursuit of knowledge?"
His tone was casual, and his body language matched, but our chameleon friend knew he wouldn't be able to suppress his apprehension. He'd much rather work with a pilot that knew he was their from the start, rather than teach one to notice his presence consistently enough to remember he existed.
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