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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Feb 27, 2013 16:40:58 GMT -8
*The history is currently unknown.*
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Jul 3, 2013 14:47:21 GMT -8
Mistia was surprised when Diamonte fell forward, and sat perfectly still, her hands hanging uncertainly a few inches above him. After a few seconds she slowly put her hands down, one on the couch, one on his upper arm. She watched him sleep, the poor man must have been exhausted...
As he slept she wondered why he hadn't answered her question, but knew that it was probably because he didn't know either. Her imagination taking over of her possibly becoming a jedi with a shiny new lightsaber to go with it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2013 15:13:28 GMT -8
the slight vibrations of the ship exiting warp shook me awake. Still i remained, because part of me knew where i was... and the awkwardness that would ensue once I woke up. She would probably jump off the ship and i would never see her again... Unfortunately, Gordon did not seem to allow me the same benefit.
::Sir, we have reached the destination::
"Thank you gordon"
Suddenl I felt a hand on my upper arm... Her hand. with all my jedi training, I... jumped to the ceiling and blushing, scooted back from her
"Oh... uh,... Mist...."
I needed something ANYTHING to keep me from answering questions...
"Gordon, where are we"
::We are in orbit around Naboo.::
My hand slapped my face... i realized that Gordon's situation would require some attention. for now i would have to manually fly the ship down to the surface. and then perhaps get a moment with Mist before she ran away
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Jul 3, 2013 15:22:27 GMT -8
When he jumped up, she flinched and stared up at him with wide eyes, quickly putting her hands in her lap. She looked away from him to hide the blush that came to her cheeks. He spoke but she wouldn't look back, her mind racing with questions and self accusations. The AI spoke and she finally turned her face back to them
I thought we were going to Coruscant......
It would be best to just ignore his embarassment, so that it didn't make him feel bad, after all she didn't think it was that big of deal...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2013 15:37:35 GMT -8
I chuckled nervously.
"Yeah… Gordon has a bit of a cold right now. dangling bits of code that discombobulates any info put in. I could take the AI offline, but I have only begun to develop the guy. it would strand us until I fixed all the lines of coding into a new package."
Then i looked at my hand and asked
"Mist.. about what happened…"
I didn't know where to go. i was hoping by opening to be slapped, thus cutting my torture short. it was better to know you had blown it with a beautiful woman… than to be stuck in a limbo.
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Jul 3, 2013 15:45:11 GMT -8
Mistia shook her head and looked at him with a shy smile
You were tired. Don't worry about it.
She shrugged and looked down to her lap, another blush creeping up her neck
S.... So you never answered my question....
Looking back up at him she stood slowly
What is to become of me now?
Looking over to the AI for a moment before looking back at Diamonte, there was something about him that kept drawing her gaze back. Making her feel... for lack of a better word, safe. Mistia tilted her head as she gazed at his face, her dark hair falling over her shoulders
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2013 16:04:49 GMT -8
Ok… for a rejection this was taking a good long while, I enjoyed her company and did not want her to leave anytime soon
"Well… you are free, no longer a slave. you can do anything you would like to do… with the right training of course… you could become a Jedi, a Senator, A Doctor. you are free to explore and find what you love.
and who you love"
I said this last part barely above a whisper. In the pit, the affection she might be showing was just because i freed her. As soon as we landed, some strapping young man was sure to sweep her off her feet into the life she deserves
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Jul 3, 2013 16:22:10 GMT -8
A Jedi?!
The thought sent a little jolt of excitement down her spine and for the first time since they had met, a bright smile lit up her face.
That would..... be amazing!
She sat back down momentarilly and took a few breaths before looking up at him and then stood once more
Could you.... could you teach me?
She took his hand with both of hers and looked up to him hopefully, her eyes sparkling
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2013 16:27:42 GMT -8
That smile, Those eyes… Ashla Dangit… when i saw them, i just couldn't refuse her. If only she hadn't of taken my hands, and looked directly at me…I do hope she doesn't realize how tightly she has me wound around her pinky… well, i hope she doesn't use me because one look and i am hers… Baah…I can't refuse her. Sheepishly I nod, as cannot form a word to save my life.
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Jul 3, 2013 16:46:34 GMT -8
A broad grin spread on her lips and she gave a "yip" of excitement and jumped up and down while holding his hand the entire time
Oh thank you! Thank you!
She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, still jumping up and down. As she pulled away, the smile was still plastered on her face. The blush crept back to her cheeks and her smile faded to a shy one.
I mean....
A quiet giggle escaped her throat and she quickly let go of his hand and dropped her own to her side
That would be wonderful
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 10:28:10 GMT -8
*Octavious' royal blue J-type nubian star skiff roars out of hyperspece and enters the atmosphere at a decent speed. Hitting re-entry, they make their way to the Lake Country. To his friend the Old hermit, Mas Mas Topen. He had a nice hotel he rented out rooms to dignitaries and royalty of Naboo. His actual house was secluded several miles away on it's own island. Only a few trusted friends who knew about could come and go as they pleased. Octavious was one of them. Octavious himself was tired. The lizards and the few hours of traveling made him really tired. He was looking forward to meditating and healing completely at the secluded mansion.*
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2013 9:28:18 GMT -8
*The Star skiff exits the atmosphere and Octavious enters the coordinates for Coruscant. Once done he puts a delay timer on the jump with the autopilot and heads to the back where Mirania was already waiting. Within a few moments the Star skiff jumps into hyperspace.*
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Post by Derriphan'ari on Jan 18, 2014 19:25:43 GMT -8
Connor reached out and pulled a lever, and braced himself against the sudden deceleration into normal space. His ship, a Dynamic-class Freighter named the "Shadowfire", hung in the void of space overlooking the planet of Naboo. The planet was remote, and mostly left alone by Sith and Jedi alike. The perfect place for a reclusive Sith Sorcerer like himself. The Sith Lord looked down upon Naboo and saw it as his new haven. Dathomir had become over crowded with the Nightsisters and they had decided to make it clear that their treaty had been with Apollyon, and not him. Connor was growing in power every day, but even he was not stupid enough to believe he could take on the Dathomiri tribe and their pet rancors. So he had done the only logical thing he could think of. Packed up all of the Sith relics left behind by Apollyon, and blew the mountain home up. He had agreed to leave, but he had never said he would do so quietly. It was out of character for him, extremely actually, but he could not risk leaving behind a single scrap of tangible evidence that he had ever been there. Of course that had left him homeless. Not exactly a highlight for him. It had taken him a few months to settle on Naboo, but here he was. About to transform it into his new home...Conner fueled his spaceships' engines and pushed the "Shadowfire" forwards. The ship cruised towards the planet and entered the lane ways of ships moving towards the planet. It was always fun to blast past the other ships, dodge the authorities and land somewhere remote and wait for the search to end. This was not the time or place for that however. So he stayed his hand and waited for his turn to be cleared. After finally lying his way through customs, he increased his speed and dove his ship towards the planet. Heading for the spaceport..
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 17:25:45 GMT -8
*Slowly, the "Crimson Dagger" made it's way up from the planet and wasted no time in heading away from its gravity. Even amidst the talking in Theed, he didn't have much information on the newly forming Empire. He began running through a check on the computer in the ship, looking for any information that could point him in the right direction. It didn't take long to find where the Empire had made its central base. It had been none other than the Dark Tide home planet of Kuat. He imagined everything ran out from the Estate of the Ten. Just like the rumors that surrounded the Dark Tide and Sinistra, he had heard things of the Estate. All this new information tugged at his curiosity. Punching in the coordinates, he flew the ship until he was heading the right direction before finally jumping into hyperspace.*
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Post by Mace Jhiera Vos on Nov 3, 2014 8:47:19 GMT -8
YT-1930, The Vasiliki - CockpitDropping into the pilot's seat and rolling her neck and shoulders, Lucy reaches forward to push the hyperdrive controls forward and glances up from her instruments to watch the swirling blue of hyperspace give way to realspace as they arrive at their destination . . . Forcias had to admit that his previous statement about how long it would take to get to Naboo was completely inaccurate. Sure it did take five hours and sure that was the standard time frame to get here from Umgul with her own ship, but really time just flew by. . . And he wasn’t going to complain about that. Every moment he spent with her, it was an eye opener, he got to see more sides of her, he got to know her better and who would have actually thought that the proud Lieutenant Lucine Lyn, a member of the UDF, could be a softie and could also be sweet. . . When he sat down on the co-pilot seat, Forcias was smiling before he even let out a chuckle and just turned his head to look at her. "What I said earlier. . ." Began to say Forcias with an amused expression, "I completely take it back. Did it actually take five hours?" He asked with a playful tone before grinning at her and winking at her teasingly. He sat a little up and glanced down at the planet with a noticeable grin. He did have some funny memories the last time he was orbiting this planet. It was the same time frame he had completely shed his dreadlocks just like Horsea come to think of it. He guessed that it was his first phase of being in a rebellious streak, only not really considering what had happened soon after being teased by Mace. . . Now here he was again, and with someone that really made him smile, made him happy and the fact that she had actually let her guard down when they were talking back there in the galley, he just knew that this was the place he really wanted to be. "By the way, I do hope one day you’ll let me take you for a spin," Despite the seriousness he was currently exhibiting, he really was only joking. "I did say that it was a nice change for me, but do you know how difficult this currently is for me?" He meant the piloting, of course, but then again she could interpret his words however she wanted. "I need to be touching something. . ." He looked back right in front of him and then added on after a certain pause. "Or someone." |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2014 22:02:51 GMT -8
YT-1930, The Vasiliki - CockpitAs she is lifting the headset for the comms onto her head Lucy laughs as she asks Forcias, "Someone? Just anyone? After sticking her tongue out at him playfully, Lucy slows the Vasiliki to ahead dead slow once she gauges that they are near enough to the planet, and then stands up and motions for Forcias to take the pilot's seat, impulsively deciding to let him handle the ship for their descent to the planet and trip to Jesse's cabin even though it goes against her nature to trust anyone else's piloting ability when she is aboard a ship; she's trusted him with more valuable things than a ship, after all. Pointing a finger in playful warning, Lucy says, Don't make me regret this, dope," and then sits in the co-pilot's seat, keeping a wary eye on Forcias as she contacts Naboo's orbital traffic controllers to get clearance to land and to file their flight plan to Jesse's cabin.
"Roger that control, Lucy says a few moments later after being informed that they are clear to proceed for the landing pad near Jessie's cabin. Removing the headset and running a hand through her hair, Lucy pretends to be frightened as she looks over at Forcias and says, "Right. I've set your coordinates, so you can start our descent anytime you're ready," and then tries her best to look relaxed as she settles into her seat and checks and rechecks her safety harness as they begin the journey from orbit to Naboo's surface . . .
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Post by Adrianna on Apr 27, 2015 20:21:33 GMT -8
A pair of silvery Nubian reconnaissance craft stood out against the Sun as they crossed the day side of the planet, conducting reconn for the Royal Naboo Security Forces. The volunteer defenders of the planet fed their scanner data to a central processing station at the military headquarters in Theed City. Passing starships were tagged, identified from the master database, and then tracked to ensure that no significant deviations in flight plan occurred.
The busy planet required an enormous amount of air traffic collaboration and automation. In accordance with Galactic Republic protocol and Naboo tradition, the planet was open and welcoming to all comers who obeyed local laws, and this seemed to have made Naboo a favored vacation destination. This in turn meant even more work for the security volunteers. It could have been a crushing cycle, where it not for the skillful management provided by the Royal Naboo Security Forces leadership.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on May 9, 2015 9:07:31 GMT -8
"With our designation flagged in just about every Republic sector, we're not getting a single body planetside."
The incessant thrum of a signal jammer screaming caused his head to throb. Alkor watched with irritation burning in his gaze as the communications team raced to slice a clear signal and his teeth gnashed when another jammer came online. "We're sorry, sir, but someone just doesn't want to hear what we have to say."
"Brace for impact," Alkor hissed. A steady stream of confused faces turned toward him. Turbulence ripped through the small capital ship, and every man scattered across the floor like an overturned chessboard. The collective groan served only to grate more on his nerves. "That's fine," Alkor murmured beneath the orchestra of chaotic sounds, "if you want something done, you do it yourself."
With a quick motion, the Jen'jidai produced a small disc from his robes. He inserted it into a datapad that remained slaved to the main console, and Alkor prompted the HoloNet. The whine of signal jammers buzzed in alarm as something malicious turned its gaze on them, and Alkor let out a sigh of contentment.
In the space beyond his own ship, Alkor watched two patrol ships fluctuate and the screaming sound ceased. "Peace," he whispered, a placid smile on his face.
His silence was short lived, however.
"Rogue ship, you are flagged as an enemy of the Republic, and your recent actions regarding two defensive ships of the planet Naboo seriously hinge on war-time acts. Please identify yourself, cut engines, and prepare for boarding."
"Right. I'll do that straightaway," Alkor drawled. He cut the transmission deftly, uninterested in their negotiations. Once the Nabeen people knew who he was, there was little chance he would get on to the planet without chains on his wrists. "Captain," he called over his shoulder.
"S...sir..." came the mangled response from one of the downed men.
"Your vessel has sustained heavy damage, but the deflector shields managed to activate before anything catastrophic broke through. Minor systems, such as the failsafe life support and emergency landing cycle, are in need of repair."
"You're not a mechanic," the Captain groaned.
"Next best thing," Alkor replied with a smirk, "Corellian. Now, I'm going to make my way down to Theed, and I want you gone before they realize I've left the ship. They will turn hostile quickly."
"You mean that they're not hostile already?"
He made a point of not answering. Alkor strode from the bridge and checked his equipment, a smirk drawn on his face. If the intelligence he had received was good, then all of the headache would be worthwhile. "Now," he muttered to himself, "next time I board a ship, I'll have to run a background check."
Of course, this adventure was only beginning...
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Post by Krayton Jantsk on May 9, 2015 9:23:01 GMT -8
Kay shut off the long range scanners as he neared Naboo orbit, the old Scimitar assault bomber groaning and tinkling with the various crap she carried in her cramped quarters. The ship was in dire need of an engine overhaul -- Kay was keeping track of the operational flight hours since the last major refit (which had been before his ownership) and the tick marks now covered nine pages of his flight log. Not good. But all things considered, not bad, either. One day, when the money was right, he'd take care of what needed doing. Till then, it was one day at a time. Flipping on comms, he alerted orbital control of his arrival.
Naboo flight security, this is the 'Dux,' on approach to low orbit. Requesting landing grid coordinates for Theed Spaceport. Over.
He leaned back in the pilot's seat, placing his feet on the console, and closed his eyes. The sounds behind him -- acetylene tanks clanking, accellerant and hi-ex cannisters shaking, wires and cables and half-finished projects moving on the workbench, ammunition ratting in cases, the sounds of the superstructure under stress, the beaded curtain behind him separating the cockpit from the small antechamber that served as his home... all these things relaxed him, though most other sentients would view his home as a moving powder-keg, ready to touch off at a moment's notice.
Part and parcel of the job. His incoming message beacon started flashing, and the Dust Diver reached for the switch to open the freq...
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Post by Yama on May 9, 2015 11:54:15 GMT -8
The Sith Infiltrator jumped out of hyperspace. Yama at the controls aimed the ship through the appropriate lanes. Punching in a particular set of numbers those on the receiving end would recognize them as Black Ops level clearance. This meant don't ask questions, don't make eye contact, and do what you're told if direct communication ever came up. Truth be told Yama had done many jobs for the higher ups in the Republic Senate so obtaining clearances wasn't difficult to do. After all who else would clean up their messes, and keep their secrets?
Truth be told this wasn't where Yama wanted to be, but one of his shadowy clients had called him and even put half up front to find something, kill all those who see it, and get it back to them without any further questions.
The amount of money wasn't what snagged Yama in but the mention that Jedi and Sith would be some of those he would have to kill. A real challenge, a worthy sacrifice for his Gods.
So here Yama sat flying his ship planetside awaiting the ability to add a few more sticks (light sabers) to his collection
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