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Post by Axiatinc on Mar 12, 2017 10:05:12 GMT -8
The shaking Ebon Hawk slowed to a halt, then slowly hovered down and hit the floor. Still shaking, I open the doors and step out, my eye color has changed from green, to a dark yellowish red, illuminating slightly. My lightsabers, ignited, were still glowing blue, but anyone within a 60 mile radius could sense them force sensitive or not. By now, a group of Jawas gad gathered around me, seeming to ask if I was alright. My arms were down at my sides, my sabers pointing straight down stabbing into the sand. I wait for the ships hyperdrive to cool down for about a hour. Then I get back in and take off.
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Post by Anven Firestar on Apr 17, 2017 15:55:50 GMT -8
Years, El wondered then why Anven had come here and more importantly why he had stayed for years. Once more El-Nu had come to an alien unfamiliar planet, yet unlike Ossus he could draw some parallels between the harshness and survival rate on Tatooine as he could with Nar Shadaa.
El continued to eat as Anven spoke, he had soon cleared his plate and he studied Anven, his brow forming a frown as Anven mentioned a R'Crurak.
"Who or what is R'Crurak? Is he like you, one of your kind"
He asked, then without hessitation he rose and fetched more food before returning, questions as to why Anven had come to Tatooine and remained here could wait for no, his most recent question seemed more innocent and less prying then the others that floated around in his mind. Yet by 'kind' El-Nu hoped to steer the conversation back toward his original purpose in coming here. |
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Post by Ryker Caldwell on May 8, 2017 17:55:11 GMT -8
Ryker's comment about the slave traders made Ovluv chuckle... and then pause and frown, looking to the side warily. Whether or not it truly was a joke was irrelevant; smugglers had connections, or at least the good ones did, and Ovluv had known that. He wouldn't have dared enlist their aid if he hadn't been ready.
As the truck jolted, Ovluv nearly lost his seating but was able to hold on, chuckling at his flailing and commenting,* "Should've had a seatbelt." *As the truck came to a rest and the ramp lowered, he followed Ryker down into the cargo area and took a look around. It was actually somewhat exciting, almost a sense of childlike wonder, standing inside the ship of adventurers who had no doubt made many treks across the galaxy. Of course, Ovluv had as well, though smuggling was a far different sort of adventure than research.
He eagerly listened as Ryker began to give something of a small tour, but this was cut off by the arrival of another, tall man, whom Ryker introduced as "Jackson." Ovluv immediately returned the offered handshake with a grin, replying,* "The pleasure is all mine! Especially if we meet with success here, we'll all be famous, but I'll owe it to all of you!" "Ya, got nothing to worry about there sir! We have a damn fine crew." Jackson had an eager grin on his face. "Anyways..." Jackson turned his focus to Ryker "I better be getting to the engine room and make sure this puppy will fly." He glanced back towards Ovluv quickly and nodded his goodbye before turning and disappearing back into the ship.Ryker grinned and called out after Jackson "Alright, be careful, you know how Cooper gets when someone goes snooping around his engines." He looked back to Ovluv, excited to continue on his tour. "Anyways, if you will follow me I will show you around quickly before we get underway." He motioned to follow as he headed for the same door the other members of the crew had walked through. They stepped into a long hallway that spanned the entire length of the ship. Directly in front of them was a similar door they had just walked through for another storage unit on the other side of the ship and to the right there was a blast door that was open. On the other side, the engine room could be seen with Jackson and Cooper arguing over something. Ryker stopped for a second as if it was a point on a tour path. "So we modified this freighter to allow us to enter all four storage units from this main hallways. Each unit can be dumped in case of an emergency situation." He started walking down the long hallway while still talking. "That room back there is the engine room." pointing to the room "That blast door should be able to contain any catastrophic failure that can happen in that room." He continued moving and talking as he pointed out various things"At the other end of this hallway is the cockpit of the freighter, also closer to that end there is the access doors to the forward storage units." They were approaching the middle of the hallway. On either side of the hallway there was a ladder leading down to another level. Ryker stopped here to explain. "The lower level consists of crew living quarters, as well as the armory, kitchen, and a small medbay." He pointed towards the cockpit "There is another two ladders up that way that access the same level. That is where most of your time will be spent on this trip." He grabbed onto one of the ladders and motioned to follow "Lets go meet the rest of the crew, shall we? And with that, Ryker slid down the ladder. |
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Jul 6, 2017 5:14:31 GMT -8
Fourteen Mandalorians in full armour made their way out of Mos Eisley and into the outskirts, where the desert began.
Streets and buildings gave way to endless sand, broken only in places by bare red rock. The shifting sands quickly hid the passage of even the largest heaviest vehicles, and so there would be no tracking the Jawas that way.
In any case, Kaine had a faster option. Four black streaks shot overhead, waggling their wings in salute. The Bes'uliike would cover the ground, and pick out the concentrated metal of the Jawa sandcrawlers; a YVH droid was simply too small to be easily detected, and deactivated, they wouldn't be moving. Over the previous day, they had made passes over the surrounding area every hour, and with some difficulty, isolated the moving masses of metal from the iron-like deposits native to Tatooine.
Czerka Corporation had once invested billions to set up mining operations on Tatooine, hoping to exploit the vast riches. Unfortunately for the Czerka shareholders, the ore had turned out to be worthless, due to some sort of mineral degradation. Dejected, the company had left Tatooine, and abandoned its assets. The Jawas of Tatooine, ever the opportunists, had purloined the mining vehicles and converted them into mobile workshops and markets. Unfortunately for the Jawas, as Kaine Australis saw it, this time they'd purloined his valuable assets, and he wasn't going to leave them behind.
Standing among the group of fourteen, Kaine's helmet comm beeped, and he activated it with a blink. He immediately regretted it as the pilot's voice boomed into his ear.
GENERAL!, We have three contacts, only six klicks from your position. They appear to be laagered for the night. Been there three hours, and it's getting dark now.
Kaine muttered a response, knowing he didn't need to shout, the mic took care of the volume. Some Mandos never got that point.
Good work vod. Return to orbit. Kaine out.
He cut the comm before he endangered his eardrums, then clicked to the squad's frequency.
Quick little stroll into the desert, lads, and we'll see what these Jawas have to say for themselves. They're not known for fighting,
but three sandcrawlers means a small horde of the buggers, so stay alert, don't get complacent. He tapped his own helm with his fist for emphasis.
He got nods from some of the men in reply.
Heads up, let's move. The squad moved out into the sands, in a wide formation, good separation, heading out to the Jawas' position.
At the leisurely pace they were setting, they'd arrive just after nightfall.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2017 11:29:05 GMT -8
The Sand Lightning Jawa Clan was not your average jawa clan. For one thing, they had forgone the traditional dress of the jawas. The core of their clan had been formed from outcasts & runaways. Mig, their founder, had found a collection of historical documents that had formed the seed around which the clan grew. A seed known as 'the western'. The clan had taken their mode of dress, their culture & even the way of life from these documents. Gone were the slow sandcrawlers, replaced by hordes of smaller & faster craft that in may ways were airspeeders. The mightiest of these were the powerful war rigs, sandcrawlers that had been given new life with weapons & repulsors. Also gone was the cowardly way of life that had ruled the clans for ages, the Sand Lightning clan lived by the gun. By mount & gun, the Sand Lightning clan was quickly establishing that they were a force to be reckoned with. The worst worry for the Great Jawa Clans though was that the upstart Sand Lightning clan had already formed a fragile alliance with the equally unorthodox R'Crurak Tusken Clan.
During the last Great Swap meet, they had used advanced technologies from off-world craft to purchase the salvage rights to much of the lands around Mos Eisley. But with the major clans now trying to eradicate them, opportunistic crawlers had been attempting to move into their turf. The first few had been run off without too much trouble, but over time it became clear that wasn't solving the issue. The time for being restrained had passed. Now any sand crawler that strayed into Sand Lightning territory was given one chance to turn back. This particular one had made the mistake of trying to fight off the two war rigs that had been dispatched to run it off.
Now the war boys were picking over the sandcrawler. Most of its cargo would be split up between the two war rigs to be taken back to the Palace at much better speeds than the original crawler could have ever managed. The remains of the crew had been stacked up off a short distance away from the gathered craft & were being burned. Once it was empty & repaired enough to move, a small crew of rough riders & war boys would be left with the crawler to drive it back to the Palace for refits into the newest war rig of the clan.
Sensor pings showed a flight of off-worlder craft flying overhead, but they didn't seem to be hostile for the moment, so the jawas let them be without challenge. Much more interesting was the fact that much of the cargo hold of the captured sandcrawler was packed with fairly impressive looking droids. From the looks of it, there were nearly a hundred of the droids sitting around deactivated in the hold of the crawler.
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Post by Buh Shess Ovluv on Jul 7, 2017 19:49:48 GMT -8
"Ya, got nothing to worry about there sir! We have a damn fine crew." Jackson had an eager grin on his face. "Anyways..." Jackson turned his focus to Ryker "I better be getting to the engine room and make sure this puppy will fly." He glanced back towards Ovluv quickly and nodded his goodbye before turning and disappearing back into the ship.Ryker grinned and called out after Jackson "Alright, be careful, you know how Cooper gets when someone goes snooping around his engines." He looked back to Ovluv, excited to continue on his tour. "Anyways, if you will follow me I will show you around quickly before we get underway." He motioned to follow as he headed for the same door the other members of the crew had walked through. They stepped into a long hallway that spanned the entire length of the ship. Directly in front of them was a similar door they had just walked through for another storage unit on the other side of the ship and to the right there was a blast door that was open. On the other side, the engine room could be seen with Jackson and Cooper arguing over something. Ryker stopped for a second as if it was a point on a tour path. "So we modified this freighter to allow us to enter all four storage units from this main hallways. Each unit can be dumped in case of an emergency situation." He started walking down the long hallway while still talking. "That room back there is the engine room." pointing to the room "That blast door should be able to contain any catastrophic failure that can happen in that room." He continued moving and talking as he pointed out various things"At the other end of this hallway is the cockpit of the freighter, also closer to that end there is the access doors to the forward storage units." They were approaching the middle of the hallway. On either side of the hallway there was a ladder leading down to another level. Ryker stopped here to explain. "The lower level consists of crew living quarters, as well as the armory, kitchen, and a small medbay." He pointed towards the cockpit "There is another two ladders up that way that access the same level. That is where most of your time will be spent on this trip." He grabbed onto one of the ladders and motioned to follow "Lets go meet the rest of the crew, shall we? And with that, Ryker slid down the ladder. "Let's hope we won't have to use that feature, or else the krayt won't be happy. Or, well, neither will we, not that there'd be anything either of us could do about it..." *And when the potential engine room "catastrophies" were mentioned, he grimaced.* "Equally hope we don't come face-to-face with those. Or we'll have no face left..." *Finally, they came to the crew quarters area, where Ryker said Ovluv would be spending most of his time. He nodded and accepted the invitation to meet the rest of the crew, then seemed impressed at the smuggler's slide. Ovluv himself simply climbed down the old-fashioned way, commenting,* "These old bones can handle escaping womp rats, not so much ladders." |
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Jul 10, 2017 6:08:34 GMT -8
Night had fallen, and Kaine's group had covered the desert between Mos Eisley and the location of the three sensor contacts.
The terrain appeared to be a mix of sand hills, rocky outcrops, and bare, flat desert. Kaine had made sure to keep at least a hill or two between his group and the target location, and there had been no overflights spotted, so there was a better than even chance the Jawas weren't expecting company. Never one to leave things to assumption, Kaine took three men forward with him to scout, sending a four man team each way to flank the position.
Kaine reached the rise, and careful not to silhouette himself against the summit, belly crawled the last few feet, letting his helmet's rangefinder peek over the top, and beheld the three sandcrawlers. There was a fire, and he could see Jawas moving around.
It looked just like what they expected to find. Camp for the night. Kaine was about to signal the teams to move in when he stopped himself. The Jawas were tossing something onto the fire. Risking being spotted, though he saw no one on sentry duty, Kaine lifted his head just high enough to let his visor get a view, and zoomed in with the built in macrobinoculars. What he saw made him swear.
OSIK! The surprise made him blurt it out with volume, and instantly the other thirteen Mando'ade experienced a rush of adrenaline hearing the alarm in the General's voice. Kaine caught himself, and his voice returned to normal, though he was alarmed now. Two of the sandcrawlers didn't look like your average Jawa hauler. For starters, they looked armed, and didn't have tracks. Repulsors, he thought.
Only one of those crawlers is standard. The others are different. Armed, and look like they're on repulsors. Something's not right here. Plan B.
They hadn't discussed a Plan B. One of the more seasoned men voiced their shared concern.
General, what's Plan B?
He got a chuckle from Kaine as reward.
Bomb the osik out of them. Heads down, be ready to move. He got clicks in acknowledgement, then flicked over to squadron frequency, taking a moment to minimize the volume.
Squadron, come in.
The lead pilot's voice came in, mercifully muted to a dull roar.
General!
Kaine grinned. It carried in his voice just enough for the men to hear.
Muun'bajir time. Two of our lambs have big fangs. Light them up.
Kaine uplinked his helmet's holocam data to the pilots, the two beastly-looking sandcrawlers highlighted.
Oya. The pilot got a good look at the fat juicy ground targets, and repeated his initial statement with feeling. OYA!
On the ground, Kaine and his men ensured they were dug well in behind solid cover. Within minutes, four black shapes came directly down from orbit over the target, laser cannons and concussion missiles raining down ahead of them. The black Bes'uliik fighters broke away in pairs close to the ground, heading away at opposite points of the compass.
The two targets, which appeared unshielded, would have little to no warning of the attack, coming as it did from stealthy aircraft approaching from directly above. Two concussion missiles per target, plus a rain of laserfire would be plenty to take out an armoured strongpoint,
and was really overkill for a couple of sandcrawlers. Kaine had assumed in giving the attack order, with upgraded propulsion and added weapons came armour and the chance of shield. The fighters broke one pair north, one pair south, and would break clear, but be ready to re-engage if there was further need, once Kaine and his boys surveyed the outcome.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 17:46:25 GMT -8
The Sand Lightning clan did not survive by being slow or gulible, even by jawa standards of those terms. The same crude, but effective sensor net that warned of sandcrawler entering their territory kept an eye on the fighters the entire time. While it wasn't suitable for tracking individuals or even small craft, a flying vehicle was relatively easy. As they began to circle back toward the cluster of war rigs, word was passed on. While it wasn't the full powered system that had been prototyped with the Dooka Dooka clan war rig, each of the SL war rigs had rudimentary sand shields. The golden bubbles rippled into existence as the engines spooled up.
Roughriders & warboys scuttled for cover. The loading was only half done. The most valuable cargos had already been loaded onto the war rigs, along with nearly a third of the war droids. The remainder was still in the cargo bay of the captured crawler or left sitting in the sand as they waited to see what the alert was for. The attack fell like the wrath of an old deity. The sand shields were based on a design taken from a downed Republic ship, they excelled at blocking physical objects like the driving gales of sand particles. Unfortunately, they lacked even the most basic resistance against energy weapon. All but one of the missiles exploded in blooms of light that sprayed shrapnel & explosive material across the hard packed ground near the war rigs. The last managed to breach the golden bubble due to chance fluctuations caused by the lasers interactive with the shield. The explosive blast shredded a dozen war boys & four roughriders & their mounts, though the glancing blow did little to the hulking war rig. The lasers were far more effective. Blasts passed completely through the shields, leaving only ripples in the golden surface in their wake. The fire chewed into the sides of the two large craft, eating holes in what had once been the hull plating of a space borne corvette. They managed to breach the outer plating in several places, but the sand behind the plate robbed it of any true damage, leaving yet another layer of hulling undamaged.
The worst of the damage was to the unshielded crawler & the treasures left in & around it. The splash from the attack had ripped into what was in many ways the least protected thing in the cluster, even if it hadn't been the main target. By the end of the attack, it was blazing with enough power that the metal was already superheated in places. Dozens of warboys were left scattered around the area, dying or already dead. A fair handful of the roughriders had perished with them. While they could weather the attacks, they didn't have the firepower to fight back. At least not here. The heavy repulsors on the war rigs roared to life as the craft leapt up from the ground. It took them a few moment, due to their size, but in atmosphere, they were the fastest bit of local tech that could be had. At full speed they would make incredible time in return to the Palace. The airTIEs on the other hand, could return fire. There was nearly a dozen of them left, each had been, at one point, a pile of space TIE fighter parts. This included the weapons. Now they were random collections of TIE parts mix with whatever was on hand & with the laser cannons strapped on wherever they would fit. They could go after the fighters in retaliation, but that would come later. For now they remained close to the war rigs, flying escort back to the Palace.
Within a few minutes of leaving the burning crawler, the fires reached the fuel tanks. The explosion gutted the craft & rained burning chunks of scrap for a kilometer in every direction, including a fair number of things that were recognizable as YVH droid bits.
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Post by Kaine Australis on Jul 11, 2017 20:17:18 GMT -8
The conflagration had come as expected, though the results weren't so. Kaine and his men waited for the initial heat blast from the missile detonations to dissipate, which had the unfortunate effect of giving the Sand Lightning craft plenty of time to clear the area. What was left behind was scorched earth, some even melted to glass from the heat and pressure, and one burning Sandcrawler.
Seeing no further hostiles, Kaine signaled the men to move in, keeping clear of the burning crawler. His buy'ce pinged, and a small text popup announced the presence of laminanium.
Laminanium wasn't something that grew on trees, even if Tatooine had trees. The best known use for the regenerable metal was in the skin armour of the Tendrando Arms YVH series of battle droids. That confirmed it, the Jawas did have the YVH droids once owned by Clan Australis. Unfortunately,
his airstrike had clearly done for a great number of them. As that thought went through his head, the fire reached the Sandcrawler's fuel cells, with predictable results.
Kaine hit the deck, along with his men, as a colossal explosion blew the crawler apart. His comm beeped, coming in from the lead fighter.
General! You alright?
Kaine stood up, noting the jagged shard of hull plating that had come to a stop just inches from where his head had been.
We're still here. The crawler's gone, along with the droids that were here. We'll have a quick look around, try to work out who these Jawas were.
The pilot responded. Confirmed. Be advised, we track the two fleeing crawlers outbound with what appears to be TIE Uglies in escort.
That gave Kaine more pause. Armed, mobile Sandcrawlers, and now aircraft too. Clearly the second group of Jawas were something completely new. The unknowns were piling up, and Kaine was very aware that he and his men were afoot, and a good deal unprepared to deal with this new threat.
Considering his options, Kaine acknowledged with a click and closed the comm. He took a moment to clear his mind and approach the dilemma afresh.
They hadn't come prepared for an organised, armed opposition, and he wasn't going to waste lives on worthless bravado.
Another comm message beeped, this one marked as relayed via the HoloNet all the way from Mandalore. Kaine opened the connection, noting the cheeky sod had reversed the charges.
Kain'ika, it's Zeka. I think you'd better come back to Manda'yaim. There's a new Mand'alor. That made the decision academic for Kaine. He'd have to head to Mandalore. That meant pulling back to Mos Eisley until he could return with reinforcements. He sent Darzeka a quick text acknowledgement, and then went to a Clan-wide frequency.
Squadron, get a track on those fleeing crawlers. Don't engage, stay well out of range, but find their base of operations if you can. We're pulling back to Mos Eisley, and we'll hold there till I can bring back reinforcements from the Clan. Clicks acknowledged the orders, and Kaine and his men finished their scans of the area to be picked over once they were ensconced back in town.
Putting the column of smoke from the burning crawler to their rear, the Mando'ade headed back towards town.
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Post by Soniee Ordo on Jul 10, 2018 20:20:00 GMT -8
*Dust and sand filled the air as the Seeker touched down on a makeshift landing pad nestled between several large stones. The ships engines wound down and the bulk of its weight finally settled on its landing struts. With a hiss, the loading ramp lowered from the vessel and hit the sand covered duracrete below. Several troopers descended the ramp, closely followed by a group of younglings.*
*Ellie squinted at the sudden brightness of the twin suns and the wave of heat the wafted over her. Not even five minutes on this planet and she already hated it. Her eyes finally adjusted to the light enough for her to take in her surroundings. There wasn't a lot to see honestly, brown rocks, brown sand and the occasional scraggly plant. What lay in front of her was more interesting. A large circular steel door was burried into the cliffside. A handful of guards patrolled the perimeter of this oddly placed door, while another small group of younglings waited in front of it.*
*As the group she came with moved forward, she studied the younglings that had already arrived. They were dressed just like her, a black t-shirt under a grey tunic with black trim and a matching pair of cargo pants with black combat boots. Around their waists they wore sashes of different colors to indicate what profession or group they had been steered towards. Ellie's was blue to indicate a force user, those she only saw three of out of the twenty or so younglings. Some wore red for combat professions. Mostly she saw green and yellow. Green for science division and yellow for engineering. She gave an inward sigh, out of all these kids and she still couldn't find her twin. Her attention quickly turned from her peers to the sound of gears grinding loudly. The massive steel door in front of them slowly began to roll open revealing a long downward sloping tunnel. Before the door was fully opened, the group was being ushered forward. Ellie followed reluctantly, she didn't want to be here, she wanted to be on Endor with her twin sister. That was her main goal, and right now she was trying to piece together a plan. One that felt like even more of a daunting task as she heard the large steel door hiss shut behind her.*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2018 16:05:36 GMT -8
As the ship settled down just outside of Mos Eisley, dust and sand were blown up around it by the repulsorlifts keeping the craft stable. The moment the ship had settled down, he left the autopilot to keep the ships defensive system active. As the boarding ramp lowered, Darth Gygryth strode our of the ship, to be blasted with a gust of sand. He quickly sealed up the hatch of the ship, not wanting sand to get into it and ruin the perfect cleanliness of it, before squinting off towards the West. The sensors in his helmet picked up a settlement. Looking closer, he could clearly see that it was Mos Eisley. He then went back aboard his ship to fetch his speeder bike, before making off towards the city.
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Post by Random Customer Service Girl on Jul 16, 2018 15:18:52 GMT -8
Tatooine. That was where they had her now. Millie had to say she liked this place even less than the last one, and certainly even more so than her home on the ranch in Corellia, with her uncles Jaime and Ruubin. They had to be looking for her. No matter what anyone told her, she was adamant that her uncles wouldn't have abandoned her to these people. There was no way. But what surprised her was how she was apparently able to use the Force, like the Jedi. Of course there were no more Jedi, and Uncle Jaime in particular always told her not to talk about it. The pain in his eyes were such that she was willing to obey. Uncle Ruubin wasn't much better talking about it. But how would they take it now if they knew she was being taught...or forced to learn...how to use the power of the Jedi?
Wiping sweat from her brow irritably, and scratching her arms, feeling irritated by all the sand and the scorching temperatures, she couldn't wait to get out of the heat, and although the ominous hissing doors sealed her in, she took a moment to enjoy the sudden coolness, and thought fondly of her home ranch. These kids she was with would love the ranch. She tugged at her blue sash, the one she wore with three others, meaning they were Force-Users too. She would probably need their help if she wanted to break out of this place. But did they even want to go? Some probably enjoyed this life. But not her.
She had to take a chance. She had to break protocol, and talk to someone, see what she learned. She decided to start simple, and just speak. Once she took that first step, the rest would fall into place, she supposed. “H-hi...”
She addressed a blonde girl about her age, if a bit taller. She was as good a place to start as any.
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Post by Talann Travian on Jul 16, 2018 15:55:39 GMT -8
As they drew closer to the planet, on the trail of the cruiser ahead of them, Jaime felt the sense of familiarity even more strongly than before. What was going on? The last time he felt a connection this strongly, he was with Ami-Lee and Ruubin. Because of his training as a Jedi Knight, he knew he was in the presence of Force-Sensitives. He learnt to recognize their signature, and their potency in the Force...but it felt...different, even if familiar. Could it be Amy in that ship? Was that why the Force was leading him to go after the ship? Though he had forsaken his ties to the Jedi even before the Order fell, he never could quite ignore the guidance of the Force.
“What're we gonna do about landing?” said Gina, “Can't exactly land next to the cruiser.”
That woke Jaime up quickly, and he began to scan the planet's surface terrain below. Fortunately there were numerous canyons and ravines that could conceal his ship's approach once he'd seen where the cruiser was going. Likely there was a hidden stronghold in the barrens. Much of Tatooine was so hostile and inhospitable, few would venture too far from the already established capitals. Plus, the Sand People and Krayt dragons all posed such potent threats that only madmen or suicidal people would dare venture more than a hundred miles away from the closest thing that came to civilization.
“We'll set down here,” said Jaime, pointing to a large clearing about two kilometers from where he saw the cruiser settling down. “Head down by a south-western angled approach and keep below radars, but don't turn off the ECM until we're on the ground. I'll take an enforcer to see the ship up close.”
“You sure are acting stranger than usual. Is everthing all right?” Gina gave him a worried look.
“Everythin's fine, luv. Just do what I say, all right? Thirteen,” he turned to look at the R2 unit, “Give me one of your remote recorders.”
Once the stealthy landing was made, Jaime got into the one-seater armed speeder, Gina and R2-I3 looked at him quietly. Sighing and shaking his head, “I can practically hear your thoughts, and you're both droids.”
Gina tried her argument again, “You should take at least one of us with you, anything could happen.”
“And nothing could happen just as easily,” said Jaime, retorting, then he turned in his seat, the canopy of the speeder still open, and he counted off with his fingers on his false hand, “One, one of you technically is coming with me. See? Thirteen and you can see whatever I see, and record and hear everything. Two, I need you two to keep the Star warm, prepped and ready to go at a moment's notice. Three, we're low on supplies, fuel and resources, maybe one of you has to go to Mos Eisley in the other enforcer to get everything we'll need. Gina, you'll be a better choice than Thirteen given how some people don't like droids, but they might overlook you, since, you know.”
“Fine.” Gina gave up with a huff, folding her arms, “For the record, I hate this.”
“So noted. I'll be in touch soon.” He pulled the canopy shut and was off the Emerald Star, picking out a treacherous but stealthy path towards the cruiser's last known location. He was up on the cliffs when he found his quarry. Stepping out from the speeder, he took a pair of macrobinoculars with him, studying the terrain below. There was a stronghold all right. The floating sphere behind him acted as Thirteen's eyes and ears, allowing both Gina and the R2 unit indirect connection with Jaime. Guards stood outside the large steel doors. He sensed the familiar presence to be within that structure. The question was how he was going to approach it.
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Post by Soniee Ordo on Jul 16, 2018 16:06:41 GMT -8
*Ellie was taking in every detail she could. From number younglings, guard patrols and security measures. So far it seemed very secure even for how hidden the place was. Her attention was drawn by another girl her age. Ellie instantly noticed the blue sash. She was a force user just like Ellie. Giving a hesitant smile and answered back.* "Hi."
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Post by Random Customer Service Girl on Jul 17, 2018 8:25:37 GMT -8
Well she had greeted Millie back, and even smiled, which prompted a tiny one of her own. It was a good sign, so she decided to take a few more tentative metaphorical steps forward before they were taken away. Social interaction wasn't exactly part of the curriculum here. Maybe because they were afraid of what would happen if they all worked together to escape?
Casting a glance to her left and right, noting the guards and wary for their watchful eyes and ears, she spoke quietly but clearly enough for the other girl to hear, “My name's Millie, do you like it here?”
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Post by Soniee Ordo on Jul 17, 2018 10:55:49 GMT -8
*Ellie could relate to the girls nervousness. Speaking freel wasn't the best of decisions around here. She glanced around cautiously before speaking to the girl called Millie.* "I'm Ellie Ordo." *She gave a quick glance at nearby guard. Luckily he seemed to be distracted with something else.* "No, I just want to find my sister. Her names Kaiya, she's my twin. I haven't seen her since we got to this place."
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Post by Talann Travian on Jul 18, 2018 11:09:50 GMT -8
It was faster for Gina to get the much needed supplies for the ship by simply taking it right over to Mos Eisley, and then head back to the exact same spot that Jaime had her landing it. Before that, though, she had left orbit momentarily, acting on something that both she and Thirteen felt was a valid and necessary course of action. If a little drastic. But they'd all seen what Jaime saw. The stronghold would've been impossible to storm, and Jaime wasn't exactly the most powerful Jedi Knight, let alone potent in his abilities. This was beyond him, and both Gina and Thirteen had been with him long enough to know how his mind worked. He wasn't going to leave this alone. If he did, it would gnaw at him and he'd come back to it anyway.
So she went behind his back and sent a long-range transmission into the direction of the Core Worlds, hoping that Ruubin's last transmission of his location still had him in Corellia. “Ruubin,” Gina began, “I'm transmitting you coordinates, and a recording. Blackguard has found a stronghold, and he spotted what looked like children being herded by armed men. I know him, and you know him. I'm worried he's in over his head, and he'll never admit needing help for this. But I really think he can't do this alone. Whatever's happening in that stronghold can't be good. They were trying very hard to stay hidden, and I didn't see anything that connects it to the Alliance or the First Order. Please, get help. I have a feeling this is going to be bad. Gearhead out.”She ended the recording and sent whatever relevant info she had on hand with the message. She looked at Thirteen and muttered, “He's gonna deactivate me...”R2-I3 warbled an assurance to the HRD, and she chuckled mirthlessly, “Right, I'll just wait forever for a new owner.”She took the Emerald Star covertly back to where they'd originally landed. At least they now were fully refueled and resupplied.
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Post by Random Customer Service Girl on Jul 19, 2018 7:58:59 GMT -8
I'm not the only one! was Millie's joyous thought. She wondered then if the other Force-Users felt the same way, if they all did. This could work out to something better. “I think we were kidnapped.” said Millie, her eyes watchful, “They told me that my uncles gave me to them, but they're lying. My uncles would never do that.”
“Hey!” said one of the guards, “What's going on here?”
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Post by Soniee Ordo on Jul 19, 2018 8:16:58 GMT -8
"Kidnapped? That..."*Makes a lot of sense actually. Ellie thought. That fact did explain why her sister wasn't here and why she hadn't been taken back to Endor.* "They said they rescued me from a ship wreck. I don't really remember it at all."
*The guards voice made Ellie jump slightly. She needed to answer quickly, or this could get bad.* "Nothing, sir. Just waiting for the transfer to be completed."
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Post by Random Customer Service Girl on Jul 19, 2018 11:13:46 GMT -8
So, it was a common theme to tell them false stories about how they were found. Millie's lips curled downwards as her displeasure towards their captors deepened. And it remained obvious on her face when she turned to face the guard. She only reached his thigh but she felt as much fear of him as a blind rancor facing a Gorog would.
“The rules are clear,” said the guard, his helmet mic making his voice crackle as he raised his volume, “no TALKING!”
Several other younglings and guards began to observe the situation as it unfolded, but Millie was even more defiant now, emboldened by the knowledge she had uncovered just from a short conversation with Ellie. “Why are you holding us captive?!?” She demanded of the guard, reaching for her lightsaber hilt, “My uncles would never give me up, and if you're working for the Empire then you-AAAAAAGH!”
The guard took out a tiny device with a button on it and aimed it at Millie as he pressed the button, jolts of electricity arced over the tiny girl's body, and she fell writhing to the ground. Unlike other times, the guard kept his finger on the button, and Millie's screaming echoed through the cavernous chamber. The other younglings recoiled in horror, whilst the guards watched impassively. “I hate the mouthy types.” He looked over towards Ellie and ordered, “You, get back to your position! unless you want to join this one on the ground.”
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