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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Jan 15, 2014 17:50:30 GMT -8
Zion couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that Obadiah didn't know much about Zacaiah, but then it wasn't like he could really expect much more. The Cinndao weren't the most fertile species in the galaxy, so while they didn't have many off spring, it did mean it was rare for any generation to be born overly close together. It just meant they had to trust her until she did something to prove otherwise
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No worries, I did not expect you to recognize her. I suppose we'll need to keep an eye on her...
Zion then turned slightly, briefly glancing over at Alexis, checking her out in turn as she checked him out. He returned his attention to Obadiah, with a smirk in reply to his friend's comment
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Of that, I have no doubt... We should get going, there is things to do...
Zion then lead the way across the hangar, with Prime and Obadiah not far behind. He lead the group out of the main hangar bay, before leading them to the main turbolift that took them all the way up to the Masters Quarters of the temple
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jan 15, 2014 19:51:34 GMT -8
Alexis still had enough time. She shrugged and turned away, ignoring the two men conversing across the hangar. Neither of them meant anything to her personally anyway. She only knew of Zion because he was listed in the temple roster as being in charge. She'd never met him though. And most likely, that was not going to change. Not in the near future anyway.
She lost herself in retouching the red markings signifying the modified ships of Dragon Squadron. It felt like years since she'd passed her final flight test and become an official member---
---"Try not to hit anything---I'll be waiting at the other side." I could still hear him saying that over a bit of static crackle as we hovered near one of Yavin's moons. He'd set up a pretty challenging obstacle course, and I was nervous.
Alexis' eyes were closed as she unerringly touched up the details in a red dragon just under the dorsal side of her cockpit canopy. Red-orange flames curled out of its mouth as if it was alive, frozen in a moment in time. She pulled the brush away just as she finished, tears streaking down her face as she felt the seat restraints cut into her shoulders as she dropped her NineDee into a dive so steeply it left the acceleration compensators whining as they tried to catch up. Dav hadn't expected her to know which path he'd chosen...but the Force Bond between them was stronger than that. She'd seen the fastest route through the course at once, and taken it.
Dav's XJ9D StealthX had been sitting just below the end of the obstacle course, barely outside the moon's gravity well after clearing the final set of tracker-buoys. He hadn't been expecting her to make it that quickly.
Salty tears streaked down Alexis face leaving a shining track behind them. "Welcome to Dragon Squadron, Alexis." She drew a deep shuddering breath, curling up in the angle of her upper dorsal side s-foil against the hull of her x-wing, as she finally let herself cry. She wasn't loud, in fact, she probably wouldn't even have attracted anyone's attention. She'd been wingmate to Dragon Lead. It didn't matter that their history was cut short, she still had that. And no one could take it away from her. ---
Later, an inquisitive series of electronic chirps broke into her sphere of awareness and recalled her to the present. "It's ok, Arr-Eight," she attempted to reassure her worried astromech. He tended to fuss over her sometimes. She could have fixed it with a routine mind-wipe, but she refused. Hence, R8 had a settled personality. Sometimes he was a bit annoying, but overall, Alexis wouldn't have it any other way. She rubbed a sleeve across her face attempting to mop up the traces of her tears and pull herself back together.
She had landed the x-wing in an out of the way corner of the hangar, and she was assured that it would not be touched in her absence. However, to make sure, she removed a few key components from its specially modified internal systems, and then scrambled the interface before locking it down. "Keep it safe for me, Arrr-Eight. I'll be back soon, not longer than a fortnight at the outside." The astromech whistled forlornly then clambered into his socket and went into stand-by mode.
Alexis Karidian stood there a long moment, as if she was memorizing her ship, though indeed she was already familiar with nearly every detail it possessed.
She turned then, picked up her small kit-bag of supplies and headed to the nearby sanisteam and locker rooms for pilots just off the hangar. Ten minutes later, she returned in clean robes, over which was a supple, padded leather flight vest that fastened with small clasps up the front and ended just below her hips. Over it, her utility-belt was strapped, and from it hung her lightsaber.
She headed over to the 3-Z and began running her own preflight checks and diagnostics. Once she was satisfied she examined both the interior and exterior of the ship, pausing inside near the laser cannon emplacements.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 20:06:19 GMT -8
Loading the ship didn't take nearly as long as Mike had expected. This temple was remarkably organized when it came to equipment. All of the archaeological gear was palletized, ready to be loaded up and shipped out on short notice. There hadn't even been much trouble requisitioning it, just a few forms to sign and a promise to return as much of it as possible in serviceable condition. There had been expeditions where he had been lucky to get out with his life, never mind the gear, but this shouldn't be one of them. The site, according to lore, should only be about 7,000 years old. Things generally didn't get gnarly until about 15,000, unless there were booby traps in place. Modern construction techniques being what they were, buildings generally tended to last for quite a while. Oh, sure, the place would be a mess, but the structure itself would probably be sound. And hey, if worse came to worse, the supply clerk likely wouldn't even remember that Mike had ever been there.
Once the gear was loaded, Mike went in search of his pilot. He found her near the big shooty thingie's control whatsit.
"Everything good to go?"
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jan 16, 2014 14:47:48 GMT -8
"Yes," Alexis replied, turning around to look at Mike, "although if your skill at gunnery is about like your piloting skills... I'll probably end up having to slave the laser cannon controls up to the bridge." She could do it, but it would take some time. However, if Kaelan showed up, he could take care of that. Well, actually he couldn't be in two places simultaneously either. Good thing she'd already seen to it that the necessary wiring and supplies were on board in case she had to jury-rig that on the way out. Hopefully they wouldn't run into trouble immediately upon leaving Honoghr. "Got everything you need?"
It looked like he was traveling kind of light for a science-y type, but then, she didn't have much experience with that herself. After all, he seemed to be going for stealth and subtlety as opposed to opening up a full-scale dig.
If all went well this would be an adapted hit-and-fade operation, or so she'd been led to believe.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 14:58:39 GMT -8
The archaeologist grimaced.
"Um, I can usually tell which end the bolts come out of..."
Except for that one time that won't be mentioned, the look on his face said.
"Right. Yes. Supplies. We are loaded and good to go. I'm ready to kick the bulkheads and, um, light the starboard? I'm running out of nautical terms here."
It really was a wonder that Mike survived space travel at all. He'd managed to get an escape pod confused with a lavatory once. That had been both embarrassing and unsanitary at the same time. Then there was the time he had tripped during lightsaber practice and opened up a hole in the hull. The list of things that had gone wrong was nearly endless, and after a while, he had taken to calmly strapping himself into the passenger compartment and meditating until landing. That wasn't going to work this time.
"Hey, uh, can I ask a favor?"
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jan 16, 2014 15:18:39 GMT -8
Alexis' eyes widened.
~Gods, he must be clumsier than he appears!~ I thought to myself, attempting to smooth my face back into an inscrutable mask, as much to keep from giving offense as to keep my own emotional outburst from earlier hidden from view. ~It's a wonder he hasn't been banned from interstellar travel. He might be more dangerous than whatever we find out there.~
"Stop, just----stop. Please." Alexis grimaced, a hand held out in a placating gesture. "I assume you can get on board safely? Bunking is cosy, but not uncomfortably so for a trip like this. Luggage should be securely stowed, unless you want to have to collect it later."
The padawan was curious what favor he was going to ask, particularly considering the fact she was already doing him a big favor by flying him to Roon. "What do you need?" She asked cautiously, unwilling to commit herself without further information. She did not want to be put in a position where she'd have to go back on her word because she'd promised to do something that was not within her power.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 15:49:38 GMT -8
The chagrin Mike felt was etched into his face so hard, you'd need a chisel to get it all out.
"If you see me look like I might be on the verge of touching something important, stop me. Please."
Some people might have thought he was joking, but he was deadly serious. This was an important trip, through one of the most perilous routes in the known galaxy. It wouldn't do to have something go catastrophically wrong when two giant hunks of nickle and iron were about to make their ship into a durasteel wafer with human paste for flavoring.
"There's too much riding on this. We have an obligation to the Jedi to recover their history and to spread the knowledge across the known universe. The journey we are about to undertake could lead to one of the most important archaeological finds of the decade, nay, the century. The early history of the lightsaber is still rather murky, and we may have a chance to shed some light on it. Just think of what we might find!"
Though rarely a passionate man, Mike and archaeology had a thing. Look, it's really better just to head him off before he builds up a full head of steam. Fortunately, he seemed to catch himself this time.
"So...yeah. I'm not asking you to babysit me or anything, just sort of...keep an eye out if I'm around? Anyway, everything I need is on board. We're just waiting on Knight Kaelan, correct?"
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Jan 16, 2014 20:31:08 GMT -8
Atton had managed to pull himself out of his reminiscing long enough to send a notification to the higher ups that he would be taking a temporary leave of absence. Probably not the best time, but he honestly didn't like the idea of Alexis heading off just like that. Well then again, he was technically doing the same thing...in any case, he didn't exactly need to bring a whole lot, just his lightsabers and some basic supplies and he was all set to go. He crossed the hangar to the freighter and stepped aboard.
He quickly spotted Mike and Alexis conversing near the laser cannons, his likely post for the duration of this trip. It was the last place Atton ever wanted to be during any kind of voyage on a ship like this, but Alexis wanted to fly so damned bad so he had relented. Just this once...
He sighed."Sorry to keep you waiting. We ready to head out now?"
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jan 17, 2014 12:07:23 GMT -8
Alexis Karidian was not a babysitter. Frankly, and Arr-Eight would have unhesitatingly confirmed it if anyone asked him, she doubted whether she could even take care of herself sometimes. She felt like she was falling apart and her skin and willpower were the only things keeping her in one physical location. However, she didn't vocalize that.
"Sure. If I see it." He wanted her to focus on flying, right? "Once we reach Death Wind Corridor you're on your own though. My attention will be elsewhere."
"Speaking of lightsaber history," she mused, something having occurred to her, and besides, she thought it might ease his embarrassment to put him back on territory he was familiar with and passionate about, "Have you ever seen anyone with an orange lightsaber blade?" She continued, "I've heard there are underwater caves on Corellia that yield orange crystals suitable for lightsabers...but I don't know of anyone with one. Don't you think if it was real, that would be a bit more popular?" Most people just had blue or green blades, except for the Sith and they had red. Master Windu of course was the notable exception with his brilliant purple blade. Alexis had the feeling she would have liked to observe him in a combat situation.
Mike seemed apprehensive about the flying part of this journey, unfortunately, teleportation only existed in science fiction. Alexis did not tell him at this juncture that she had a small, modified tranq gun up her sleeve equipped with enough sleeping serum to knock him out speedily if a critical situation arose and he melted down in the middle of it.
And Kaelan was here. Alexis considered him inscrutably for a few moments, then finally shrugged, taking in both men with a glance. "Get comfortable, I'll be right back." She headed off towards Flight Control, then paused and looked back, "Just making sure we've got open clearance to leave. Always good to be polite, in case one needs a future favor." And then, she proceeded to file the beginning of their flight plan, no more than exiting Honoghr's immediate area though. After all, Mike had requisitioned this freighter and someone somewhere had signed off on it, so that should be in order.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 16:12:58 GMT -8
Uncertainty. Hesitancy. Alexis was willing to take responsibility for the ship, it seemed, but not for the passengers. Mike was going to make a mental note of this fact, but then she mentioned lightsabers, and all bets were off.
"I know what you mean, but the truth is, most lightsabers were blue or green at the height of the Jedi's power because tradition demanded that they get their crystals from a single planet, usually from the same cave. Master Windu was a notable exception to this, but history isn't exactly sure why. Folklore says he found his purple crystal on his home world. There have been other instances, of course. The Halcyon clan of Corellia has long favored silver blades, which, along with their inherently odd handicap with telekinesis, gave them a reputation for eccentricity.
"The truth is, nearly any sturdy, flawless crystal will do, so long as light will pass through it. My personal saber is a dark, diffuse red. Makes it harder to see and recognize. I must warn you, however, to carefully examine the crystal for imperfections. In the earliest days of the Skywalker Reformation, a young Hapan girl lost her hand when her lightsaber malfunctioned due to a faulty crystal."
It was then that Mike noted the arrival of Knight Kaelan, and found his lecture cut short by a weary sigh.
"If you wish to continue this discussion later, I'll be in my quarters. I also have a small selection of crystals on me, just for this sort of occasion."
He nodded a greeting towards Kaelan, then lit up the ramp towards the passenger quarters, taking great care not to touch anything until he was safely in his quarters.
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Jan 18, 2014 6:58:47 GMT -8
Atton watched them both go and then headed for the cockpit. Muscle memory kicked in before he knew it and he sat down in the pilot's seat before remembering that he had agreed to let Alexis fly. Sighing, he switched to the co-pilot's seat, though he wondered if she would want him in the cockpit at all. Well he'd probably find out soon enough when she returned.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jan 19, 2014 13:47:31 GMT -8
Once all the bureaucratic hoops had been jumped through, Alexis returned to the freighter. Mike seemed to have gone straight to his quarters for now, and Kaelan, well, his location was obvious. She would've been surprised if he was anywhere else.
She slipped into the pilot's seat and began the engine startup sequence even as she ran through the usual preflight checklist. "Figured out the name of this bucket yet?" she inquired of the Jedi Knight next to her.
Three minutes later, she engaged the repulsorlifts and maneuvered the ship out of the Honoghrian Temple's hangar. Then, kicking in the sublight engines with a roar of power she pulled back on the stick and edged the ship's nose away from the planet towards space.
Belatedly, she realized something, "I hope Mike was holding on to something," she ruefully mentioned to Kaelan. Of course, Mike wasn't deaf so he probably was plenty aware in advance to their takeoff.
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Jan 19, 2014 19:28:44 GMT -8
A name to the ship? Atton hadn't given it any thoughts and he doubted that Mike would have any opinions either. Didn't this ship already have a name, or at least something on the registry? Ah well...
He shook his head."Nope. Though to be fair, I haven't given it any thought. Figured it had a name already."He quietly observed her during the prep for takeoff, though he refrained from giving any advice or pointers, figuring that she wouldn't need them. Instead, he settled back for the journey with a sigh, figuring he would just chime in if anything came up. Not that he was expecting her to talk much...
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Feb 11, 2014 15:29:59 GMT -8
Having dealt with some of his other duties for the day, Master Holmes made his way to the recently opened hangar bay where the recently arrived ship, known as the Zephyr, had landed. He made his way towards the man standing at the foot of the landing ramp and stopped just a couple feet away and gave a respectful bow to the man, already sensing the man's presence within the force
=Master Sherlock Holmes=
Welcome to the Honoghr Conclave. I am Master Sherlock Holmes, it is a pleasure to meet you...
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Post by Nemo on Feb 15, 2014 15:28:51 GMT -8
Nemo saw the man approach and recognised the Jedi robes he wore, similar to his own. His presence was also strong in the lightside of the Force, this one was a friend.
"It is a pleasure to meet you too, I am Master Nemo. Do you know who I'd need to speak to about staying at the Temple for a while?"
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Feb 18, 2014 16:25:54 GMT -8
Master Sherlock Holmes thought it was quite a good coincidence that Nemo had arrived today and that it was he who was greeting Nemo, for not just long before, Master Holmes had been appointed as one of the assistant-admins for the Honoghr Temple
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Well that would happen to be me Master Nemo.... So how long do you intend to stay?
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Post by Nemo on Feb 21, 2014 11:36:40 GMT -8
"To behonest I hadn't actually thought about that too much. I supposed about a month if you have the space? If you don't I can always live out of my ship."
Nemo gestured for Master Holmes to walk with him out of the hanger. In truth Nemo had spent far too long on his ship and not enough time on a planet with a breathable atmosphere. He'd not been on a terrestrial planet like Honoghr for at least a year.
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Post by Zion Morviael [RETIRED] on Feb 21, 2014 21:59:58 GMT -8
Master Holmes nodded to Nemo, thinking over the proposition. He was quite certain there would be enough space, thanks to the recent restructuring, as he took the lead towards the Living Quarters=Master Sherlock Holmes=I am sure we can more then accomodate you for that long...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2014 4:13:12 GMT -8
Amber was rushing as she carried/dragged Zion out of the turbolift and along the short corridor into the hangar bay where a couple pilots were currently finishing a pre flight check on an unarmed LAAT gunship
She could have thanked the gods for her luck that they had been there with a ship ready to take off. She was not going to let Zion die, not like this
She raced over to the gunship, hailing the pilots with a free hand
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RDMC! NOW!
The pilots quickly nodded as they saw who Amber was carrying and powered up the ship's repulsorlifts as Amber just above tripped aboard the gunship, dragging Zion up into the troop bay moments before the side door swung forward and closed. The LAAT's repulsorlifts then lifted the LAAT off the ground, before the engines propelled the gunship forward and out of the hangar bay, heading across Nystao to the RDMC
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Post by Nemo on Mar 10, 2014 18:31:48 GMT -8
Master Nemo walked causally through the hanger towards his ship. The Zephyr had only been in the hanger for three days and now she would once again take to the skies. They were in fact to fly the exact opposite journey to the one that brought them here, back to Coruscant.
The Jedi Master walked up the boarding ramp and quickly made his way to the cockpit before he turned on the auto-pilot. Nemo was not a good pilot and hated take-offs and landings. Soon the ship was powering up and lifting off from the hanger floor. A few minutes later the ship was exiting the atmosphere.
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