Dr. Levi Rose
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Post by Dr. Levi Rose on Mar 26, 2014 11:16:39 GMT -8
The arrival of the Refuge was a quiet affair- as quiet as the docking of a 300+ meter ship could be in an ancient temple. The Carrack cruiser was first and foremost a hospital ship, and the temple was still being rebuilt from the devastating siege, so the captain - that is to say, Levi - ordered the ship put down not far outside the hangar bay itself. When the landing struts touched Terra Firma, the droids and specialists aboard the ship began the long, arduous task of offloading their supplies for the rebuilding effort.
Levi, however, sat at the command console in the bridge, his feet propped up, and staring at the Yavin gas giant overhead.
I could turn pirate with this thing. Pirate Doctor Leviathan Rosenfield, dreaded scoundrel of the Hydian way!
Then again, the ship was almost as old as the Clone Wars themselves, a throwaway vessel the Republic had granted for ministering to its worlds in a pinch. He didn't own it, but he was responsible for it.
She'd be blown out of the sky in a heartbeat by a hand blaster.
There was nothing to be done for it, then. Levi settled into his captain's chair, poured a shot of whiskey into the cap of his flask, and ticked off another day in his calendar of debt.
1897 cycles left to go...
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A steady stream of droids and Republic laborers emerged from the landing ramps of the Refuge and headed into the mouth of the temple hangar. Masons for shoring up the temple's walls, wiring technicians, a few throwaway Republic troopers. Most were manual laborers hauling cargo. The temple's medical supplies had run dry in the opening days of the siege- they were originally equipped to handle either the occasional padawan injury or the fallout from a pitched battle. Never a prolonged Mandalorian siege. The Republic was not about to repeat that oversight.
Levi, the half Zeltron, half human hybrid doctor emerged from the ship, his white coat's edges caked in dust of the old ship while his gold hair was combed to the side. His skin held a slight pink flush and while he had the scent of whiskey on him, he still counted himself reliably sober. He took one look at the organized chaos in front of him and decided he didn't like it one bit. Not one little bit.
"By the fething goddess, who's in charge here?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2014 12:21:38 GMT -8
I entered the hangar just as the Refuge was landing. Seeing the ship a twinkle of a memory came back to me, almost anachronistically reminding me of when I was a small child still in diapers and having some form of adventures on-board a ship named the Refuge as the crew unloaded I hid myself looking to see if anything else would spark an old memory. as the aid was unloaded I smiled and mentally made note of what was being offloaded. but, When Dr. Roseenfield was asking for who was in charge, I took that time to straighten my Rainments before stepping out from the shadows to meet the guest.
“That would be me, I am Diamonte Tuhlute, the new Headmaster of the Yavin Praxeum, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Dr. Rosenfield.”
Then by chance I took a breath in via my nose, and the scent of a Dark and Oaky Whiskey that remained behind on the good doctor. making a mental note I would have to go through Dossier mode again to find out how bad of a problem the man had with Alchol. leaving that for now I nodded
“Actually sir, I have taken over recently… so there may be a slight clerical error on my part, but I did not see any record of you serving on Praxeum Medical staff prior to the siege… again this could be any number of things, we are just now cleaning up from the battle since we had a concurrent issue to deal with when I arrived… and for the time being I would prefer that be all I said on the matter… but would you consent to a small inform interview before we get you set up in the medical bay as an official doctor of the Praxeum?”
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Dr. Levi Rose
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Post by Dr. Levi Rose on Mar 26, 2014 13:57:25 GMT -8
"New headmaster? What the Force happened to Man'Sell? The dude left me in a hole to die while we- Never mind. Prolly dead in a ditch somewhere like all the others."
Levi straightened, hands in his pockets while taking in this newer, younger Jedi master. Great. A child prodigy just like him. Ego trips visitedjedi as well as drunks, if in different forms.
"Right, a clerical error. Prolly cause the Mandos trashed the computers when we high tailed it through the blockade. Here's what's gonna happen, D. I burned through the entire medical stockpile in the first three days of the siege. You were equipped for scrapes and cuts, not a full blown siege. The Republic would like this temple to last longer than it did next time around, so I come bearing a swimming pool of bacta and enough bandages to dress all the dead from the siege as mummies. I got morphine, antiviral drugs, vaccines, antibiotics, and hand soap. I even got a collapsible nursery in the event of imminent baby delivery. And the cruiser goes into orbit to add to your defenses unless the Republic summons me off world. But until that day comes, I owe five planetary cycles to the Republic and the Jedi order in service on a planet without clubs or bars. And I. Don't. Like it."
Levi paused as his red and blue astromech, Kay-Tee, rolled down the exit ramp, towing a moderately sized refrigerator. A refrigerator that was ringing with glass bottles jostling one another.
"So I'm back here after saving about five hundred of your people in the siege. I don't like being here- I'd rather not revisit a place where I buried half my patients. And I don't subscribe to your super special force powers either, so tough luck there. I got a scalpel and a stethoscope and 800,000 credits of debt with 5 years probation to work off. And I doubt you can issue a galactic level pardon either, so I'll do my job for you and yours if you don't judge me and mine. Deal?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2014 19:03:40 GMT -8
"Master Man'sell is presumed Dead and as such the council has chosen me to defend and lead this Praxeum.”
With the next phrases uttered I didn't know whether I should laugh or be offended. On the one hand, bringing the temple to a capacity above what it was run at was one of the reasons that brought me to Yavin. I was being told of why he believed his actions were justified when i could look over in at least 4 directions and spot Multiple Republic commanders made me feel like i wanted to laugh.
Then on the other hand there was this Man's complete lack of respect for my person. Despite whatever lack of respect i had to myself and my adequacies for the honors and responsibilities given to me, by people who thought highly of me and though i was the right one to take the position.
“First off doctor, regardless on your view of the force, you will treat those in positions above you with the appropriate respect. I am Headmaster to you, or Mister Tuhlute. We are strangers, and if you expect me not to judge you, you aren’t giving me any good reasons why.”
I walk around the Doctor to the astromech so as to impede the droid from settling his master in. i heard the sound of glass bottles jostling and i was pretty sure that wasn’t anything related to medicine. when i spoke next my tone was less friendly as it had been when i greeted the man, and more matter-of-fact.
“You have told me the terms you will be willing to work under, Let me make you a counter offer. first off, you are a staff physician, you aren’t Chief healer, you will answer to whomever i place above you. If you insist on Excessive Alcohol consumption like I believe you may, you are not even allowed to assist in ANY surgeries. you will undergo a full psychiatric examination and background check before you are allowed to practice. you will not treat any younglings, padawans, or minors without two temple guards observing the entire visit.”
I paused for a moment and cleared my head, sending a mental note to Rawkill i wanted him within earshot to make sure i wasn’t already overstepping my bounds in terms of power. turning back to the doctor i attempted an easier tone to hear.
“If you agree to the terms as i have laid out, i give you my honor bound word that I personally will provide funds outside of your paycheck that will cover your fine to the republic so that in one year’s time your financial burden can be removed… However if you choose to decline my offer, you are free to off load the remainder of the supplies you brought and then attempt to find another world that fits the qualifications of your Probation.”
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Dr. Levi Rose
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Post by Dr. Levi Rose on Mar 27, 2014 5:13:13 GMT -8
Ah, so he's that kind of Jedi. Just like all the rest.
Levi's face spasmed from pained shock, to horrid depression, to the burning anger of the demons of ten-thousand-hells as Diamonte spelled out his conditions for service. Of course, Levi was in very little position to bargain. He was an indentured servant in the eyes of the Republic's Justice Department. He did as he was ordered. Technically he could argue with Diamonte that, as he was Republic personnel and not a Jedi, he was independent of the man's authority. That'd be true on face value, but D would probably dispatch a Jedi Notary to Coruscant who would spend months digging through the Justice Hall's archives for his particular plea deal and its terms, and find a clause somewhere in the novel that was his plea bargain that Levi was somehow subordinate to the Jedi Order while in their service.
All the while, Levi would be stuck in limbo on this jungle planet, not practicing and hidden in a hole. Waiting for that inevitable return with confirmation that D was his superior. At which point he would look like a fool and a petulant child while returning to work and would be locked in to whatever conditions D set out.
If he wanted to come to a deal with D, this was the time and place.
"I see your counter-offer and raise you a counter-counter offer," he said. "You can assign whatever guards you want to the infirmary to watch me. Big whoop. They're on your dime, not mine. Not being chief healer is a wound to my ego- oh, how will I ever recover?!?" The Zeltro-human posed, wrist over his eyes for dramatic effect. "Whatever. Your Force friends can do things I can't. I accept that and can move on. Surgery is my specialty and as a Zeltron I can stomach easily more alcohol than any human. I'll get you the numbers on what is considered intoxicated by hybdrids like myself and we'll come to an acceptable BAC number for what constitutes 'excessive' from there. Paycheck is irrelevant as well. Keep your extra funds. My slate's wiped when my time's up. I can make money on my own doing plastic surgery on Hapes when this is done. Prison time is something I'd rather avoid and the Justice Department says I go here, so I go here unless you'd like to appeal Man'Sell's signature. Finally, I want the psych-eval and background check skipped. The Republic did both of those before they gave me a frakking warship to fly here. As you can see," he gestured to the craft behind him, "I passed.
"Finally, I was promised a kitten."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 19:47:59 GMT -8
“I don’t believe that the terms i stated were up for nego….argh…”
And as i angrily began to dispute the man that stood in front of me, i felt a buzzing along the wiring that led from my cybernetic eye to my brain… it was the “vibrate” setting for which i could be alerted to coms that the sender wanted to remain discrete… i needed to tone down the vibrate setting first before i could call it discrete… i held my head as if i had a headache, covering my right eye, but not my left. my left (cyber) eye was left open so that the words that Pixar would send would be juxtaposed against the surrounding area. swearing i would deactivate the droid for making me appear like a crazy, i watched as Pixar sent it’s messages on the hud that appeared before my eye
*silence as i shake my head yes*
*i looked up and down Dr. Rosenfield until text on the hud read ‘dossier updated’ *
and my vision returned to normal… no screens, no overlays… just Levi. in the time passed, i am sure Dr. Rosenfield believe i was the one that needed to have a psychiatric exam… but the time for that wasn’t now… now was the time to say what needed to be said and then see if i needed to test my knowledge of robotics by deconstructing and then attempting to rebuild an advanced holographic droid.
“on second thought, the Praxeum needs all the help she can get… welcome aboard. in the mean time please excuse me.”
and with that i walked out of the hangar towards the room following a hud directional assistant that seemed to spawn solely to get me to this room of mine.
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Dr. Levi Rose
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Post by Dr. Levi Rose on Mar 28, 2014 6:29:10 GMT -8
For a moment there, Levi steeled himself to see his entire precious stock be poured out in front of his eyes. He wouldn't be so selfless to point out that his personal alcohol collection had found an unorthodox use in the siege of the temple as painkiller (well, pain-dullers) and the occasional firebomb in the case of the Corellian moonshine. Still, that was him being selfless in a crisis and this wasn't a life-or-death situation.
But when the Jedi's cyber eye vibrated, almost painfully from the looks of it, the whole situation was flipped on itself. And Levi found he had what he wanted as the Headmaster walked away from the docking ramp.
He wasn't sure what to say at first. The negotiations were a shot in the dark on his part to make things more bearable on a Jedi world.
Not knowing what else to say, Levi gave D a whistle as he was leaving the hangar.
"Hey," he yelled. "Come see me about the... eye... thing. Later, I mean."
Without waiting for D's response, Levi waved Kay-Tee to continue hauling his refrigerator of lovelies down the ramp. "You know the drill. Take 'em upstairs but bring the medical grade stuff to the infirmary. Chop chop. I'll meet you there."
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jun 23, 2014 9:55:03 GMT -8
Sometime late in the evening Alexis padded into the hangar bay and located her 9D as if she was some kind of homing bat. She always knew where her fighter was. However, a piercing shriek penetrated the subdued quietness of the hangar at this hour and intruded upon her thoughts with all the subtly of an Imperial Star Destroyer. She winced ruefully.
"Hi Teacup," she greeted her fussy astromech unit, and patted the top of his shiny dome, yelping as he poked her in the side with an extender claw. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you actually missed me!"
She laughed at the series of whistles, beeps, and chimes that inquired whether she was really stupid before expressing delight at seeing her again. Honestly, it wasn't like she'd avoided the hangar or anything. There had just been some things to take care of.
The top of her flightsuit hung down around her waist, its bulky material held up by thin suspenders over the khaki tank top she was wearing. She contemplated her fighter for an instant, the feeling of pride that always swelled up somewhere uncomfortably between her stomach and throat at the red Dragon markings making it hard to breathe for a second as something salty stung her eyes. But then, she quickly disappeared underneath its folded S-foils and began examining it minutely. Dark boots and her flight suit pants were all that was visible of her to anyone who passed by, although a muffled conversation between herself and her astromech marked their progress.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2014 17:49:46 GMT -8
It was 8 pm when my walk eventually led me towards the hangar bay. And while the day had been good with progress in the rebuilding efforts… there were still many things left to take care of. and the current focus was the Hangar. Inspecting the ships I noted that already the ships that had been looted for parts whose reconstruction would cost more than buying a new star fighter were taken down to the tech bays to be dismantled for scrap. within the week i would put in an order for a new standard star fighter for those who need a ship when they arrive.
I stopped for a moment as Pixar reported in via Optical com to report that two new prototypes in the D-Eta line had recently been delivered. The “Hikari’s Dawn” and the “Chaos Keeper”. when i did not see the aforementioned ships, i was informed that they were currently in the Tech Bay with basic maintenance and examinations being done to them. I personally looked forward to Hot dogging in the one marked “Hikari’s dawn”.
then as the com deactivated i noticed Alexis clad in Dragon squadron flight suit, getting into an argument with her astromech I cocked my head half wondering if Alexis was leaving to find her place in the universe, or just out for an evening flight… so i wandered over to the stall that was Marked for Alexis as a former member of Dragon squadron making a formal bow to both her when she spotted me.
“Pleasant Evening to you Miss Karidian, and hello R8-T2. Please excuse me, But i would like to speak with you on official matters involving the academy”
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jun 23, 2014 18:02:56 GMT -8
From her prone position upon the ground it was naturally impossible for Alexis to return Diamonte's bow, however she nodded in acknowledgement. A quiet series of interrogative chirrups from R8 distracted her for a moment.
"Yeah, go find a smaller hydrospanner." She waved the one she was holding for emphasis as it was too large to refasten the cowling of the lower portside engine. It fell on the ground with a clang as she wriggled out from under her fighter and got to her feet, flightsuit semi-rumpled by now.
A frown wrinkle appeared in the middle of her forehead just over her nose. The odd tinge to Diamonte's aura presaged---she was not yet sure. But she knew one of the many forks in the possible paths to her future was fast approaching.
Alexis knuckled her lower back and stepped over towards him, reaching up with her other hand to smooth her hair back into order.
"And what has a padawan got to do with official Academy business?" she inquired lightly, dark brown eyes meeting his gaze unflinchingly. She knew her own position within the Jedi Order was not normal at the moment. The last shred of normality had vanished when her Force Bond with Dav Man'sell had snapped. Her resultant unconsciousness had caused the normally unflappable Corellian Will Son'tir some momentary concern. To be fair though, if one of her companions had shrieked in agony and then collapsed unconscious in the freighter cockpit she would have been concerned herself.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2014 18:54:06 GMT -8
I smiled not quite ready to reveal the full scope of my plan just yet.
“First of, i wanted to formally thank you for your part in… whatever you want to name what had happened a while ago with GALSAF.”
I smile and give a gentle nod of my head.
“and with that said, i would like permission to run a background check through your history… particularly the history that occurred sometime after the battle of yavin…”
I steepled my fingers and gave a kindly chuckle
“…there is really no need to worry… let me explain, as you know, the academy staff has to be rebuilt from the ground up since all of the former instructors are considered missing. Now protocol would limit my selection on the instructors who would oversee the instruction of the three branches of ones path… Guardians, Consulars, and Sentinels…however, i am granted more liberties when selecting someone to oversee specialize training. My choice merely has to be the Jedi that displayed an exemplary knowledge of the subject and is willing to teach. With that in mind I would like to request that you consider taking up the position of ‘Instructor for Jedi Aces’. Of course for legal reasons you need to be a knight before i can formally appoint you. But should you accept I will be honored to unofficial appoint you until you are knighted”
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jun 24, 2014 13:13:09 GMT -8
"I don't want to name it anything," Alexis replied with a firmness denoting her wish to not speak of Ander Tagira or anything that had happened within the past weeks on Yavin involving GALSAF. Indeed the past few months had taken lots of stomach-wrenching turns that really didn't bear thinking about. She sighed.
And then folded her arms in front of herself, considering Diamonte out of the corner of her eyes with her head tilted to one side. "So you want to see how I've done on my Trials. If I've completed all of them?" she queried. Dav should have been there. Or Nathan by this point, but she hadn't seen or felt anything from him since he'd closed the door to his old quarters almost in her face. Doctor's orders insisted that he had time to recover, time alone.
She supposed the events on Dressel and surviving Dav counted for probably four out of the five. The fifth...sometimes she felt like she'd been in the middle of that one for several years on her own, though traditionally the Trial of Spirit called for the presence of a guardian, lest the padawan be drawn too far into the world of what might be.
"I understand that Dressel is under Eralam's surveillance, so he undoubtedly has records of the whole attempt to rescue Josh--" she hesitated, clouds misting over her dark eyes. She had buried all the attendant emotions associated with him and Dav in the darkest corner of her mind to be dealt with at leisure. Or never. Ander had helped some. But there were problems with that too. She visibly smoothed her face back into placidity. "He can probably provide any data you need."
In her mind's eye she saw again that odd bird with long tail feathers dripping fire. "As for the Jedi Aces...there should always be an elite squadron. So yes, I'll do it. With a couple reservations."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 15:10:41 GMT -8
I nodded
“I apologize if i caused mental pain I merely wanted to thank you. Had I been the only one defending this academy, i am sure that this academy would be labeled as a ‘Center of humanitarianism’ while below the paint being nothing more than the exact ideals that Lord Commander Tagira spouted at us in his resistance to return this academy to Jedi hands. I owe you, and master Rawkill my life… and i can never show how truly thankful i am… Hont?ni, watashi wa anata ga watashi no tame ni yatta koto ni kansha1”
the range of my speech was tests in the complete 180 between trying to give Ander the proper Recognition his “Title” deserved in a slow and Viscous manner nearly keeping each word within my mouth for as long as possible to gentle and flowing nature of a Babbling brook with which i spoke in my native tongue expressing how truly I had appreciated what she had done for me… and for the academy. giving a cough to collect myself i continued
“Closer to precisely. I want to try and put together a well working team for this academy. and all that besides… with everything the RSA is doing, i feel it necessary to gain the permission before i dive into the history of their life.”
I chuckled, folding my arms to take the position of a genie who’s master will make a wish
“Speak your request, and if it is within my power… it shall be done."
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jun 30, 2014 13:33:05 GMT -8
Alexis felt like shuffling her feet, but she didn't. She suspected that Diamonte Tuhlute was a shy, retiring individual who would have been much more comfortable as a hermit, instead of filling the public role he'd been handed. But she didn't draw attention to that, instead she listened, and nodded acknowledgement. They could discuss details later.
"Basically, what I mean is this: I will train Jedi how to fly, but I get final say on who will join the starfighter squadron we have planned." Dark brown eyes gazed at the taller Jedi for a moment.
"As you seem busy, Master Tuhlute, I can find you later. I am planning on inspecting Yavin Station---what is left of it." This way they would know what repairs needed to be done, and what rebuilding it would require.
She half-bowed as he turned to leave, and then watched him exit the hangar before turning back to her astromech and picking up her fighter inspection where she'd left off a few minutes earlier.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2014 16:45:49 GMT -8
I was gone for a moment... Long enough to pack a suitcase before sneakily returning to the hangar and running a quick inspection on the recently approved "hikari's dawn" prototype star fighter. Loading the luggage in the back I noted the new astromech.
'I will deal with you later'
Sending a brief message to master rawkill detailing he was in charge during my absence. I signaled to whatever trooper was working tower before taking off towards the mid rim
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 20:12:01 GMT -8
Goran arrived to the Hangar Bay, dressed in his usual armour attire, complete with a red armourweave cape. As a Mando, he always wore his Beskar'gam, even when he was in the forge smithing new creations. All that aside, Goran waited in the Hangar Bay for the arrival of Master Tuhlute, no doubt he would soon be joined by Master Rawkill as well, since the message had also listed Master Rawkill as a recipient
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 20:47:16 GMT -8
Master Rawkill strolled into the Hangar Bay not long after Goran had arrived, before standing next to the Mandalorian, whom somewhat towered over him. Thought to be fair, nearly every race had a distinct height advantage over Rawkill, since he was only a meter tall, the tallest the Ewok species ever grew. But to make up for that, he chose the Ataru form, particularly made famous by Master Yoda. What he lacked in height, he made up for in speed and agility, along with Force power and dual sabers, it was a deadly combo when utilized properly
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jul 26, 2014 19:51:19 GMT -8
*Gavin's ship made it drop from orbit and came in for a low flight. It wasn't long before the academy came into view and Gavin was sent down memory lane. He remember the sight. When he was thirteen he had been found on Tatooine and brought here. While it seemed so close, the memory was so far.
As he approached the hanger entrance, the ship slowed considerably. He eased it in, following directions to a vacant spot. As he spun the ship around as it settled itself to the ground, he could see the bustle around the hanger. Once, down, he began powering down the systems, figuring he might be here for a while. Taking a breath, he rose from his chair and headed to Kaytra's room. Resting in the doorway, he gave her the rundown of what was about to happen.*
"We have landed in the Jedi hanger. Wait here as the med team will come aboard to get you. Once they have, I'll be cleared to leave and follow shortly after. Most of the master here, it seems, have been missing. However, I believe the headmaster will be around soon. Whoever you wish to talk to, I hope the ones here will be enough."
*He gave her a quick smile before making his way to the opposite side of the ship. There, he lowered the boarding ramp and headed back to the cockpit as instructed. He couldn't remember ever having to go through such procedures anywhere else, but he was not in a position to oppose it. He took a moment, took think, removing his trenchcoat and throwing it across one of the chairs. Looking to his sword, he opted against taking it. His five lightsabers, however, he kept on his person. With his coat removed, it would allow each to be in clear view of anyone watching. Taking a seat, he waited for orders of what to do next.*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 16:10:34 GMT -8
*Kaytra almost laughed at what Gavin said, even the Jedi had their standard military procedures. She couldn't laugh though. Hearing that most of the temples Masters were gone made a pit form in her stomach. For some reason she felt as if she played a part in why the weren't there, but she knew she was wrong about that. She gave a nod to Gavin and watched as he left the room. Her gaze then fell onto her injured arms. The blade from the dagger had damage her right hand badly, but her left forearm had been damaged the most. The blade itself had gone clean through, cutting servos and other smaller pieces that made her arm work properly. She let out a slow breath only to feel a sharp pain in her right shoulder that ran clear to her hip. Wincing, she realized that she must have bruised some muscles around her ribs and side. Along with her damaged right leg and other minor to serious cuts and scraps, her pride had taken a hit.*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 20:06:23 GMT -8
Rawkill's attention was briefly caught by the arrival of a YT-1930, a ship design he had not seen in some time that sadly had not quite gained the same fame as the YT-1300 series, despite the YT-1930's various design improvements. His attention was soon caught by the entrance of his two apprentices that had arrived from Coruscant just a couple weeks ago, along with a small medical team, all bound for the YT-1930 that had just landed. It was strange to think that Rawkill, a Jedi Ewok who stood at 1 meter tall, was the Master of Constance, a Human Female who stood at 1.63 meters tall, and Athos, a Male Besalisk that stood at a massive 2.36 meters tall. But sometimes the strangest of combinations, made the best teams when it came to training and fighting.
Constance was the first to enter the ship, the Med Team following close behind as she led the way into the ship to the one open room, where Constance paused in the doorway for a moment as she saw who was laying there on the bed. She'd been briefed on the GALSAF situation not long after arriving, and so recognized the person laying before her as Kaytra Tatham, one of Ander's hench...women(?), assuming that was the correct term to use here. She was almost a little torn as to what she should do, part of her wanted to refuse her request based on the actions of GALSAF, however, Master Rawkill had agreed that should an individual wish to visit, they would welcome them. Besides, considering the condition Kaytra was in, Constance couldn't exactly refuse her help, so she stood aside as the med team brought in a stretcher and load Kaytra onto it, before they made their way out of the YT-1930 and across the hangar bay and through the Temple to the Infirmary.
Once Constance and the Med Team had off loaded Kaytra and taken her to the Infirmary, Athos made his way up into the ship to the cockpit of the YT-1930, having to duck so as not to hit his head against the ceiling. He crossed his lower arms, whilst still leaving his folded double-bladed lightsabers visible at his sides, as he gave a tap on the door to the cockpit. He would be acting as Gavin's guide during the man's visit to Yavin, something that wouldn't usually happen, except for the fact that Yavin was still in a state of recovery from fairly recent events
=Jedi Knight Athos Nathis=
Hey there matey, sorry about all the precautions, can't be too careful anymore, not after all those crazy Mando's were running about killing force user's. Anyway, the name's Athos, I'll be yer guide...
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