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Post by Joshua on Sept 18, 2017 11:06:11 GMT -8
With his face set in an expression of calm indifference Joshua seized the Weequay by the shoulders with both hands, guiding him casually into the line of the blaster shots coming from the two humans. He looked into the leathery face as the eyes widened with each impact, cheek twitching and mouth working silently. With slight movements left and right he manipulated the stumbling mercenary into bolt after bolt, closing the distance between shooters. The ramshackle armour and the torso of the Weequay were sufficient to absorb the hot light as Joshua worked his way forward until a bolt burned through the aliens left eye, burning out the back of his head. The legs crumpled under the corpse but his shield had done its job. Swerving around to the right, cloak once again billowing out like and angry shadow, he darted a step to once again put one mercenary in the way of another, planting his left foot in order to deliver a nasty kick to the inside of the Arkanians knee. Along with the kick his right hand glided out with an open palm to deflect the tracking of his blaster.
The Force thundered around him now, very nearly deafening in its intensity. He was a seasoned warrior and knew the flavour of darkness when it touched him, a somewhat sweet aroma that promised everything it would eventually take away from you. There was nothing sneaky in its sinister approach to Joshua, simply a blatant and belligerent entity that made itself at home due to being invited by its host. He cursed himself for his anger yet didn't pull back immediately. Something else flavoured the darkness, something far away and elusive. The tangible sense of someone else watching drew an involuntary shudder from the Jedi as he sought to build upon the kick he was just about to deliver, nearly causing him to misstep. The presence was familiar yet he didn't immediately place it, the irksome issue of being in the middle of a fight proving something of a distraction...
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Post by Roughnecks on Oct 1, 2017 14:42:04 GMT -8
The Arkanians knee gave off a sickening crunch as the kick smashed it inwards, rupturing ligaments and cracking bone. The mans mouth opened in a strangled gasp of pain as the blaster hand was intercepted by the blocking hand of the Jedi, the destroyed knee folding under him to leave him stumbling to the ground with one leg awkwardly extended. The other man had broken off his shooting as the cloaked man came together with his companion, the risk of hitting an ally staying his hand for the moment. He scrambled sideways to try and get a shot, trying to work an angle on his target. After three steps he once again opened fire at the mans unprotected right side.
Meanwhile the Barabel had recovered somewhat and found his way to his knees and was crawling steadily towards the dropped blaster rifle a few paces away...
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Post by Joshua on Oct 14, 2017 16:51:07 GMT -8
He spun away from the injured Arkanian as the other man opened fire, angry crimson daggers of cohesive light burning towards him with murderous intent. A snap-hiss heralded the arrival of a swirling blur of cyan light that seemed to spring out of the tumultuous mass of dark brown cloak,
fanning gracefully into the path of the blaster bolts. Tiny 'zip' sounds accompanied the contact as the red bolts were slapped back towards whence they had come. Completing the spin the glorious shaft of blue light flickered out and upwards, almost as if an afterthought, slicing towards the blaster hand of the Arkanian as the man attempted to bring it back into play.
He had gone for the man's hand and not his head, his stoic unwillingness to yield to the dark absolute. Likewise, the blaster bolts he redirected were unlikely to be fatal to the man that had fired them, a batter fate than he deserved. Still the darkside cried out longingly to him, lamenting his lost home, promising vengeance to those that took it. Further behind it eyes blazed out of the blackness beyond, boring into his very soul with their intensity, imploring him for his help from beyond space and time. The mismatched orbs, one blue and one brown, seemed to shrink away back into darkness as two words floated on the tide...
He slowed as the saber came down at his side to burn fiercely in his right hand, extended so the tip hovered just above the floor. Head tilted down slightly, hair cascading over his face, he came to a complete stop, cloak and robes finally settling for the first time the ten seconds since the action had begun.
The words hadn't been in basic but he was well versed in the language used, as was his father before him. There had been one other that had spoken it with him, had contributed to his learning of it many years ago...
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Post by Roughnecks on Oct 14, 2017 17:19:45 GMT -8
He managed three bolts at the spinning assailant, eyes widening briefly as all three were batted back at him. The first struck the blaster causing its battery pack to detonate, taking his trigger finger off at the joint. His howl of pain was cut short into a gasp as the second bolt hit his right knee, punching the leg back savagely pushing him into a spinning fall. That too was aborted as the third bolt hit the left shoulder, flicking him the other way, sending him tumbling to the floor in a heap.
The Arkanian puffed and panted as he battled manfully with the pain of his shattered knee, one hand planted flat on the ground as he tried to maneuver himself around and get his blaster in position. Such was the speed of the blue blur that he wasn't quite sure what had happened at first. He squeezed the trigger but nothing happened, causing him to frown as he stared at his hand. The frown turned to wide-eyes shock as the hand, still gripping the blaster, tumbled free of the wrist to land on the deck with a meaty slap. The shock gave way to a strangled cry as the man tumbled onto his side, his now-only-hand clutching at the stump of his right wrist.
Meanwhile the Barabel had just managed to get his hands on his blaster rifle. With practiced easy he secured his weapon, checked the charge as he rolled up onto his left elbow, and carefully took aim at the now-still form of their assailant. With a steadying breath the reptilian alien pulled the trigger...
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Post by Joshua on Oct 16, 2017 8:21:12 GMT -8
The darkness of the void swirled slightly, the edges of the vision undulating as if pulsing with the heartbeat of some indistinct entity. The sound of rushing wind seemed to add further movement, scattering the setting even more, the darkness now dissipating into multiple trails of smokes that merged into the whirling edges. Faster things spun until they formed a vortex, the vision scattering into a trillion pieces before him. An explosion of Force energy finally shattered the last of the calm, a virtual torrent being applied somewhere above and behind. He could feel something familiar in the middle of the storm, a heightened sense of urgency violently snapping Joshua back to the present.
The cyan blade disappeared into the hilt held in his hand just as the other hand tightened into a fist. The Barabels eyes widened as the end of the blaster rifle crumpled flat, an unseen force crushing the metal so that only a scrunched up stump remained. Slowly the Jedi turned to fix piercing blue eyes on the reptilian creature, the hints of a sad smile tugging at the corners of the mouth.
"You will never be welcome here, you know..."
His voice wasn't angry or annoyed, disturbed or sad. It was simply matter of fact in a quiet, soft tone that somehow demanded more attention than even the loudest shout. A smooth herald of matters of fact that could no more be ignored than they could be unheard. The Force coated every word. adding depth and abeyance to the factitious and stubborn, seemingly echoing throughout the former praxeum.
"We may be gone now but we are never truly absent. Remember that here once existed a glorious house of learning and peace, a bastion of light against the darkness of a universe that didn't deserve it. The very air here will always be pure no matter how much you try to taint it, the stones themselves cry out against the corruption."
His hand came forward to point at the Barabel, now frozen at the impact the words heaped upon him.
"Know this and go in peace. You will find no salvation here."
With that the Jedi turned and made for the blast doors that led into the main part of the Praxeum, moving steadily towards the commotion he had sensed.
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Sept 23, 2018 17:02:57 GMT -8
Zuli found his way into the Hanger bay. His body was beginning to ache, he felt nauseous, Zuli was pretty sure that if he had a mouth, he would have vomited the Koyo fruit he had eaten a short time ago. Zuli pushed onwards, finding himself in the wrecked remnants of one of the security posts. Zuli's first stop was to the first aid station, which would normally be manned by at least one of the Praxeum Medics, as well as a number of security personnel, now it was lifeless..
Just as the rest of this ancient Temple..
Needless to say, the giant Jedi Master began rooting through the various lockers and supply containers. Nothing. The place seemed to have been stripped cleaner than a Bantha carcass in the deserts of Tatooine. But he couldn't give up, there had to be something remaining. Food, water, anything.
No..
Nothing..
Zuli began to pull apart the wreckage of some half destroyed storage lockers. The doors seemed to have been welded shut by blaster fire, ignored by whoever had cleaned out the rest of the security post. The giant Jedi had no problem peeling open the first locker, inside? Medic uniform. The second locker? Assorted items, some credit chips and a Sabacc deck. No joy..
Zuli gripped the third locker door. It seemed to have suffered the most damage, the metal door was fused with the main body of the locker. Zuli twisted and pulled, causing the metal to split and sheer apart. Inside was like winning the Sabacc Pot, a sealed survival pack, along with a small medical kit. Zuli pulled the pack out and placed it on the floor next to his feet. He opened the medical kit and felt around inside. Bacta patches, eye wash - great.. And finally the tell tale container of Anti-radiation pills, the dimpled panel on one side was a dead giveaway, enabling medics to pull whatever they needed from the kit without having to look at what they were grabbing. Zuli quickly cracked open the container and emptied the contents into his hand, he tossed a couple of pills into the rapidly forming rudimentary mouth between his breathing gills, which closed as quickly as it appeared. He swallowed the pills and waiting a minute or two. The nauseous sensation began to fade away, and the burning sensation on his skin began to subside.
Zuli knew this was only a temporary measure, but it gave him extra time to get sorted. He slung the pack on his back and left the security station. He moved around the hanger towards the bay doors, knowing that there would be a refueling and engine maintenance point nearby. He found one, and immediately set about searching, his mind pushing outwards in an attempt to search what his hands could not reach and his eyes could not see. Zuli eventually found an engineering locker area, pulling away debris from the doorway. The door was jammed shut, either through a security lock out, or just the lack of power. Zuli felt around himself, finding what he could only make out was some sort of pry bar, or at least that was what he intended to use it for. Zuli jabbed the end of the bar into the locking mechanism of the door. The giant Jedi Master gripped the bar tightly in both hands and leaned backwards, pulling on the bar with all his might. The door groaned, creaking, and suddenly slipped an inch or so. Bingo!
By the will of The Force, it began to open. Zuli replaced the bar, for a second attempt, and pulled again, it slid some more. One more try and the door slid open enough for Zuli to fit inside. He entered the locker area and began searching. The first locker Zuli opened was a treasure trove. Inside was a radiation suit, this locker had to have belonged to an Ion drive engineer. It was a bit smaller than Zuli's standard form, but a moment of focus allowed Zuli to resize his body. He dropped the pack on the floor and slipped on the suit, placing the filtration helmet on over his head. Zuli's eyes and facial features reappeared as the suit's cleansing purge cycle completed and the suit sealed. He took a breath of filtered air before activating the suit's helmet mounted torch. Looking back into the locker, Zuli found a couple of Anti-Rad innoculations, auto-hypodermics designed to administer a dosage of meds to counteract the harmful effects of radiation. Zuli examined his suit in a bit more detail, it was a fantastic find. Capable of resisting Grade 5 radiation, Zuli had enough protection for the time to plan his next step.
Despite seeing that the hanger had seemingly been gutted for anything useful, Zuli had to see if his ship was still in the Temple. After seeing the state of the Temple, it wasn't clear if anyone had been able to access his hanger. There was no power, so Zuli would have to find a way to bypass the power outage at the door. Zuli set off to see if he could release the lockdown by other means..
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Sept 25, 2018 14:37:36 GMT -8
Zuli walked calmly through the ruined hanger, dodging the wreckage of various star ships, cargo containers and other such detritus. Proceeding along the Northern most wall away from the engineer locker room, he walked with purpose. It was 100, 150 meters to a security sealed hanger, set aside from the main hanger bays. Zuli stored his ship, The Mysterious Stranger there at all times. He had spent 1000s of hours working on the ship, state of the art at the time, but now, Zuli wasn't even sure if it was still there. Potentially one of the other Jedi Masters would have used the ship to evacuate the devastated facility..
But he had to check..
As Zuli walked, ahead in the gloom, a large heap of rubble, duracrete and plasteel girders loomed out of the darkness. Illuminated by his helmet torch, the pile was easily 2 or 3 times the height of the Jedi Master, and he was unsure of how far the pile went on for. Zuli moved away from the wall and began to walk around the heap. It seemed to go on forever, but Zuli stopped at roughly were he believed the door should be. However, it could not be seen, Zuli estimated there was approximately 10 tonnes of rubble between he and the door. The Jedi Master raised both his hands, fingers pointing towards the door. He reached out through The Force, enveloping the pile with his mind. The rubble began to rumble, lifting, shifting, and rising from the ground. A few creaks and groans from the heap as it moved, separating and clearing a pathway to the door as Zuli moved his hands apart, moving his focus points as it went. In a matter of moments, the door had been cleared.
Zuli approached the door. It was still sealed, much to Zuli's joy, however he looked to the key pad, a dull red light illuminated the center of the keypad. Zuli tapped the entry code, nothing happened. There wasn't enough power in the system to operate the panel correctly. He flipped off the survival pack and rifled through it, searching for a fusion battery. The packs normally contained at least one, for powering up and recharging small pieces of equipment. Zuli was in luck, there was one charged fusion battery, still sealed, which had protected it from the EMP of the nuclear detonation. Zuli pulled a small survival knife from the kit and used it to pry open the access panel of the key pad. Pulling the power cable from the panel, he spliced the cables and carefully attached them to the battery one by one. As he connected the positive cable, the battery sparked. The keypad lit up like a dream, so Zuli entered his access code. The password was a back up to his old Biometric signature access card. But Zuli didn't know what happened to it. The door chimed as the panel unlocked it, and the door opened, maybe an inch or two before grinding to a halt. The doors had been slightly buckled as the debris had crashed down onto it.
Zuli tucked the battery into the open panel, he slid his gloved hands into the gap between the doors. He heaved with all his might, and the door slid open another few inches. The Jedi Master managed to get a shoulder through the door. He braced his back against the left side of the door, and placed both hands on the inner edge of the right hand door. Zuli pushed hard and the door crackled and groaned as he pushed against it. In a sudden burst of movement, the doors buckled against his might and gave way, giving Zuli enough room to get through. He grabbed the survival pack and stepped inside the side hanger. He rounded the corner ahead in the corridor, and was met with such a sight, the relief Zuli felt was self evident. The vocalizer of his helmet emitted an audible sigh of relief. Zuli approached the boarding ramp of The Mysterious Stranger. It was sealed tight, but again, the small concealed control panel showed no signs of life. Zuli darted back to the entry door and picked up the fusion battery. To his dismay, the power source was spent, the battery had been expended it's charge unlocking the security door. No bother, Zuli had built this ship from the ground up. He returned to the boarding ramp and pulled open the access panel. There were a number of small hydraulic pipes tucked behind the controls, however they were out of reach to normal beings. Zuli was far from normal..
The Jedi Master grabbed the left wrist of his suit and twisted it with his right hand, uncoupling the glove. He pulled it clear of his hand and turned back towards the open panel. Another brief moment of focus, and Zuli's left hand began to compress and contort. Forming an elongated hook shape, Zuli pushed the modified limb into the opening, latching onto the third hydraulic pipe, Zuli pulled it from it's mounting, causing the fluid contained to leak out. The boarding ramp groaned, but for a few seconds, nothing else happened. He waited a moment longer and the ramp began to drop, slowly at first, but gained speed as more of the hydraulic fluid leaked out. After the ramp had dropped enough, Zuli reconnected the pipe. Zuli grabbed the survival pack and threw it upwards and into the open ramp. Zuli closed the panel and replaced his glove, re-sealing his suit. In a flash, Zuli jumped and caught hold of the edge of the ramp, pulling himself up and slipped inside The Mysterious Stranger.
The ship was dark and lifeless, but stood exactly as he had left it. Zuli was stood in the engineering bay of The Stranger, he turned to a panel above the ramp and opened it, he twisted a valve and pumped a small handle, eventually the handle began to show resistance, he was recharging the pressure in the boarding ramp's hydraulics. After about a minute had passed, the ramp had closed, sealing the ship off again. The readout of Zuli's rad-suit displayed minimal radiation inside the ship, but it was still lifeless. The ship's power core, which ran the life support and other systems had discharged. It had been over 5 years since the ship had flown, unbeknownst to Zuli, he was still unsure of how long he had been away. Zuli went to the core, it was indeed lifeless, but there was still hope. The sub-systems could be reactivated, and the ship set to cycle and recharge, to cycle over and over to get the systems back up and running. Zuli went to the core, which had a small dynamo attached to the sub-systems. Zuli grasped the handle and slowly began to rotate the dynamo, gradually building up in speed. The dynamo began to glow green, brighter and brighter as Zuli wound it round and round.
A minute or two passed, when the first stage indicator on the generator remained lit, he continued to wind the dynamo, charging it more and more until all 4 of the indicators were lit. A small display flickered, before illuminating. It read:
RECHARGE CYCLE ENGAGED - ESTIMATED TIME FOR SUB-SYSTEMs REINITIALIZE: 12HRS
Zuli turned back to his survival pack, he was feeling much better after the Anti-Radiation medication had taken effect. The minimal background radiation his suit read was probably coming from the suit itself, and his pack. He grabbed the pack and moved through the engineering bay. Even with the power systems shut down, the decontamination shower should still be operational. Zuli checked the tank, it was full, so he stepped inside the shower fully clothed in his suit and activated it. The cleansing fluid ran over his body and the survival pack. After around 5 minutes, the decontamination shower cut out. The current contents of the tank had now emptied, it would not recharge until the ship had started up. Zuli moved back to the power core and removed his helmet. The air inside The Mysterious Stranger was cold and stale, but it was considerably fresher than that outside. He slumped down next to the core and began to eat one of the ration packs from the kit.
Zuli would have to wait for the cycle to be complete before he could access the ship's data recorder and figure out what happened..
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Sept 30, 2018 4:44:44 GMT -8
Zuli had dozed off after eating some of the ration packs. Despite being meditating, his mind lost deep in The Force, Zuli was exhausted when he woke up. This was most likely a side effect of the radiation, fatigue and the fact that he had barely eaten anything in the last 5 years..
Zuli stirred, opening his eyes slowly, the blurriness of sleep fading as his eyes adjusted to the now dimly lit engineering bay. The consoles now displayed various ship information, their displays glowed warmly, the only light in the still darkened room. Zuli stood up to check on the core..
Recharge Cycle Status: 84% Complete.
=== Self Diagnosis In Progress ===
Life support: Active
Flight system: Inoperative
Fuel level: 35%
Sensors: Inactive
Communication system: Inactive
Shields: Inactive
Weapon systems: Inactive
Secondary subsystems: Active
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The Mysterious Stranger's power core had powered up enough to allow the maintenance program to kick in. The ship was so advanced, in theory, it could function entirely autonomously. Zuli had given the ship it's own AI to enable him to work on his experiments, with little to no input necessary from Zuli. It wouldn't take long before the ship had become fully operational once again. Zuli figured that he had to have slept for 9 or 10 hours. He felt well rested, but hungry, so he went back to the pack, but he had eaten the few ration packs it contained already..
No trouble, Zuli was aboard his ship, he knew the ship itself contained enough food and water for several crew members to survive long trips. Zuli slipped the Rad-Suit off and packed it into a small storage crate, putting it away along with the last useful parts of the survival kit. The naked Jedi Master's body slowly skin-shifted back to it's normal shape and size as he padded through the engineering bay towards his quarters. Zuli pressed the hatch control, the door slid open and he was greeted with a gush of warm, fresh air. Zuli inhaled deeply, the familiar scent of his ship comforted Zuli..
As Zuli relaxed, his mind opened up to The Force, Zuli could sense the presence of the other Force users in the Praxeum. Zuli could sense they were reaching out, as if they were trying to figure out who or what he was. Zuli instinctively shrunk his own presence, withdrawing into himself, cloaking himself in the background of The Force. He didn't want to give too much away until he knew who these individuals were, and what their intentions were..
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Sept 30, 2018 5:35:23 GMT -8
Zuli padded forward, his bare feet slapped softly against the deck plating. He stopped outside the Hydroponics bay, opening the door, he was greeted with a bizarre sight. Light from the Hydroponics systems had been kept active by the subsystem's isolated fusion core. So the plants had continued to be fed and watered unattended, causing the hydroponics bay to resemble the rain forest outside on Yavin IV..
Stepping inside the bay, Zuli was immediately greeted with a familiar scent, Muja Fruit. Zuli stepped forward and found a fruit laden plant. As he reached forward, he planted his foot. A soft squishing feeling greeted his bare foot, Zuli realized that he had stepped into fallen fruit. Fortunately, the plant's in the Hydroponics bay had been fertilizing themselves with fallen fruit and leaf litter..
Zuli flicked his foot, discarding the composting plant matter, before snagging a few of the ripe fruit. He left the Hydroponics bay and continued to his quarters eating. Zuli entered the crew quarters area, opening the door via the switch, he went to his quarters and went inside. Zul found his traditional robes neatly folded in a drawer, but turned away from them. The giant naked Jedi Master looked at his desk, and saw his Light Clubs and Saberstaff, still hooked onto their stands. He ran his hands over the hilts for a moment, remembering their feel..
"Enough reminising.."
Zuli said to himself, thinking outloud.
Zuli turned to his storage locker and opened it. His massive suit of armor stood inside attached to it's display stand, partnered with the Synthmesh undersuits stacked up next to it. Zuli quickly donned the undersuit, it felt comfortable to wear, like a second skin. Zuli then began to put on his armor. As much protection the Rad-Suit afforded him, it paled in comparison to the custom suit of Beskar armor Zuli owned. He clicked on new powercells and picked up his helmet. He slipped on the helmet, the seal hissed and the display burst to life. Zuli picked up his weapons and clipped them on to the armor..
Zuli returned to the Engineering bay, giving the systems a quick check over, before setting up an internal decontamination seal over the boarding ramp, creating a secondary airlock. The Giant Armored Jedi Master stepped inside the airlock and sealed it, before lowering the boarding ramp and descending into the darkness of the hanger bay outside. Zuli's HUD illuminated the darkness in the hanger, negating the need for a torch here. The Jedi Master walked out into the darkness of the Praxeum in search of the presences he had felt earlier..
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Nov 9, 2018 15:05:31 GMT -8
Walking through the Praxeum Zed led the two Jensaarai towards Hanger bay he inspected the damage as they walked. Clearly the defenders had fought tooth and nail for their home and the Mandalorians had to have paid a heavy price for their victory here. Even now decades after the battle you could almost feel the as if you would turn a corner and see a Force Users engaged with a armour clad crusader. The use of the force stood out like a beacon outside the third set of hanger doors. Inside he could still see the swirling cloud of dust as the ruble settled into its new resting place. Whomever had been here had to be a very powerful practitioner of the Force to have moved such a weight alone.
Their presence disappeared not far from here. Unless the radiation got them I imagine we will find this person ahead.
Almost as if on cue footsteps could be heard coming towards them, no doubt the other knew of their presence just as they did him. Look over at Ned for guidance as to how to proceed he waited to see how the large man would react. Violence wasn't his strong suit but he would take a stand if his partner felt that was the best course of action.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2018 19:57:14 GMT -8
Edward had followed alongside Zed, watching and ready for any traps that might have been laid either by the long gone defenders or whoever was here now. Part of him prepared himself for some trap, like this disappearing presence was meant to draw them away from the archives. But at the same time, he was pretty sure this was no trap. The presence was far too light and real to merely be an illusion.
His gaze swept across the hangar, scanning it as Zed mused that perhaps the radiation had claimed a new victim. Before he could speak though, his attention was drawn to the hallway where the footsteps were sounding from. His left arm coming up into a protective position, before the lionhead turned and popped forward, four small arms sliding forth. The energy shield wall came to life a few moments later, to stand between them and what ever was coming closer
Or they'll come to us...
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Dec 7, 2018 18:37:17 GMT -8
The slow, rhythmic "click-clack" noise echoed from the corridor leading to the side hanger, the sound akin to a pair of well-heeled boots walking slowly across a hard floor. The sound seemed to emanate from beyond the buckled door that had the Jedi Master had forced open. The sound drew closer and closer to the entrance before it stopped. There was one final "Click", however it wasn't followed by a "clack" this time, it was followed instead by a dull metallic thud as a small rock ricocheted off the bottom of the durasteel door. The sound was merely echos of small falling stone chips, parts of the damaged Praxeum building that had worked loose after Zuli's activities in the Hanger..
As the two beings stood facing the entrance, one displaying a tentative, defensive posture with a personal shield device, Zuli watched silently from the darkness behind the pair off to their back left. The armored Jedi Titan stood hands on his hips for a moment, taking a moment to observe how they both behaved, body language, gestures anything to get a grip of who these strangers were. With a casual twitch of his cheek muscle, Zuli activated the external vocaliser on his armor, allowing him to project his voice to the visitors before stepping forward and activating his helmet mounted torch. The beam was focused just onto the bodies of the two visitors, lighting them up enough for Zuli to see them, but not intrusive or oppressive enough to blind them. Zuli did not wish for the pair to see this as an act of aggression..
"Welcome to the Yavin Praxeum, or what's left of it.." The Jedi Master spoke with a noticable hint of humor to his voice. "May I ask who you are, what you are doing here..?" Zuli asked calmly. There was no malice in his voice as he addressed the visitors. Zuli was stood around 20 meters from the pair with his hands now hanging down by his sides. His gloved hands, although armored, were open with his palms facing slightly towards the visitors to show that they were empty. Even with the empty hands, Zuli was always capable of defending himself. His empty hands were only a small distance from the Light Clubs that hung from his belt, as well as the Saberstaff clipped onto his lower back. This however was obscured from view by his cloak..
Zuli paused, awaiting the reaction from the visitors..
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Dec 14, 2018 11:43:35 GMT -8
Zed was tall. Ned as tall. The armoured titan standing before them was gigantic. Not knowing what to expect Zed wished he had the forethought to make his armour able to stand up against radiation. If this man was hostile the radiation suit he wore now would do little to protect him. Drawing the force into himself readying his body for combat he was happy to see that so far this stranger was willing to talk.
Our names are not important, we are merely here hoping to seek knowledge from these ruins.
Folding his arms over his chest Zed kept his right hand clenched over the stones he had picked up earlier ready to project them should the giant turn out to be hostile.
With whom am I speaking to? We did not expect to find anyone else beyond ghosts and skeleton here.
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Dec 27, 2018 19:05:49 GMT -8
The armored Jedi Titan chuckled, his voice still projecting through the vocaliser of his suit..
"Is it no longer considered polite to introduce oneself when entering the home of another?"
Zuli stepped forward towards the pair, his large boots clomped softly across the deck plating and random bits of debris strewn across the floor. In 3 steps, Zuli had covered half the distance between them, and now stood around 10m from the visitors. He bought his gloved hands away from his Lightclubs, bringing his finger and thumb tips into a rough triangle shape. He inclined his head in a polite bow before looking up at the pair, his helmet torch dimmed slightly more to remain unoppressive..
"I am Zuli Madoon, resident of the Yavin Jedi Praxeum.. What little remains of it though.." Zuli refrained from using his title. Aside from not yet knowing who the visitors were, or their intentions, it didn't seem worthwhile announcing who he truly was given the state of the Praxeum..
Zuli looked around the ruined hanger, his light intensity level raised as his gaze moved away from the visitors, and dimmed again as he looked to face them..
"This used to be an great institute for the pursuit of knowledge and education. But now it appears to be little more than a giant mausoleum.."
The joyful tone faded from Zuli's voice as he spoke, becoming more somber. He had no idea where the rest of the Yavin Jedi were. His mind had been lost in The Force for so long, he had no knowledge of what had taken place, nor what fate befell his family..
"What is it you seek?" Zuli's hands were still in the triangle shape, separating momentarily as his gloved left hand gestured towards the visitors, then returning to the triangle shape..
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Jan 9, 2019 12:58:38 GMT -8
The home of another? Master Madoon this place is a ruin of its former self, the very air is poisoned. It may have been your home but no Jedi has walked its halls in years.
Mirroring the move to walk forward Zed motioned for his partner to hold his ground.
My name is Zed Demici and that there he motioned over his shoulder with his thumb is Ned.
Although he would not be able to see much of him due to radiation suit, his face underneath a perfect replica of the interpretation of death.
We are seeking a home. Obviously not here but we had hoped that the knowledge would have remained in the archives and it would lead us in the right direction.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2019 0:06:04 GMT -8
Edward silently cursed himself as the new arrival appeared behind them. It was a novice mistake to be fooled by such a simple trick. But then again, this place wasn't exactly normal conditions. He swung around to his right. Keeping the shield between them and the giant. Dropping it only when the man at last introduced himself as a former Jedi of the Yavin Praxeum. He did indeed hold his ground as Zed moved closer to this Jedi Master, giving a small wave as he was introduced
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Jan 25, 2019 1:10:28 GMT -8
Zuli pondered for a moment, these two beings were looking for a home..
"The archives here once held THE most complete record of surveyed worlds in the galaxy.." Zuli paused for a few seconds, looking around the ruined hanger.. "I have no memory of what occurred here. But seeing this destruction, I would have to guess that protocol would have been followed. The Archives should have been downloaded and wiped. All Holocrons removed for safe keeping. Whether any data survived in the archives, I cannot say for sure. But I am happy to help you access them. However if we are unsuccessful, I may have a partial record on my ship. But it is still powering up, it may take some time.."
The armoured Titan stepped forward towards Zed holding his right hand out in friendship. It was a difficult thing to grasp, as smiles were not easy to portray through closed faced helmets..
"Force willing, it might also shed some insight as to where my people have gone too.."
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Jan 28, 2019 10:47:45 GMT -8
Hearing that the temple records would have been wiped Zeds sunken eyes became downcast. Although he wouldn't admit it one of the few things keeping him going was this search.
We would be honoured for your help. Even if it doesnt lead to anything we should be able to help get your ships power back online, we brought some spare batteries in case something happened.
Shaking the armoured titans hand he nodded
If nothing else we can tell you what happened here; up to a point. After the war well that is anyones guess.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2019 23:30:09 GMT -8
While he had suspected there was a good chance there would be no information regarding his daughter's location left. Hearing the Jedi say the words aloud seemed to make that eventuality a little bit more real. His own head sinking forward a little as he forced himself to face the reality of what was about to come. He lifted his gaze back to the Jedi then, still retaining his distance per Zed's request
Right now, we have nothing but time on our hands... And as Zed said, we'll certainly do our best to help you in exchange for any help you can offer us... We might even be able to point you toward where some of your fellow Jedi now call home...
Not long after the open hostilities between the First Order and the Alliance had subsided, the Jedi Order had broadcast a message across the galaxy. Making known their location and willingness to help those in need. Passing that information on to their new friend was the least they could do
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Post by Zuli Madoon on Feb 20, 2019 6:41:25 GMT -8
Zuli nodded at the two being's words. He knew that he would need as much assistance as possible. To find out what had happened and find where his people had gone. He released Zed's hand and gestured off in the direction of the Archives..
"Let us try and find you a new home.." The Jedi Master spoke with a slight air of confidence and positivity to his voice.
Zuli began the walk through the hanger bay towards the Archives. His helmet touch illuminated the way ahead..
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