Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Mar 12, 2014 15:45:16 GMT -8
Lastdark Club
(after sunset) "No, I didn't. It is called the Lastdark insted of the Firstlight for a reason," Ael chuckled quietly as she responded to Z'har's query. In truth, she had simply desired to get out of the Academy for some hours."Unless you are hungry, thirsty, or wish to try your hand at sabaac, then we should probably make our way back." She continued musingly, "I have responsibilities to see to, and I expect at least some part of the night will be spent in talking or some such activity." Among other things.Post Office
(afternoon) The green Twi'Lek contemplated all these possibilities in silence, carefully drawn eyebrows skyrocketing in steep arches at the sudden loudness of the other alien's laughter, piercing the quietness around them like harsh blasterfire. "You did not instead simply ask the Jedi for help in this quest, why?" Grey eyes looked directly at the other woman, daring her to meet her gaze. The Jedi often helped others, but if this was a quest for personal vengeance perhaps this was why she had sought to buy her way in. What had Master Raganella agreed to? This was what she needed to know. What information had Five given him? And why was she being so cryptic regarding her old master?
"In order for the Jedi to help you, more information will be needed." She raised a hand to forestall Five's likely query as she continued, "Not like Corulag, but pertaining to the person you seek. Otherwise, it seems you are merely wishing to remain within the Academy as a front to find this person yourself."
She was a Healer. What use did Five expect her to make of Corulag and its situation with regard to the Republic? Nalatua'lin drew a long breath. She could forward this information to Coruscant and from thence to the Senate. But, would that be worthwhile? She would have to find out.
Regardless, she knew enough of Five's position now to make a different type of decision, "Unless you have need of further assistance, I do not think it is necessary for you to be escorted out of the Academy. Naturally, an eye will be kept on you when inside it, particularly towards its more sensitive areas." Did this mean she was going to turn a blind eye to everything Five did, or anyone she contacted? No. However, it would be less obvious.
"What other business brings you to Coronet today?"Near the Spaceport
(late afternoon) Eventually while Sabo Alora and his companion were wandering about in Coronet, they would run across a multi-modal public transit hub. From here, holographic maps depicted points of interest and various routes and methods of travel. An old woman bent double from age approached them slowly, leaning heavily upon her stick. In a croaking voice she bid them good day and then offered the following information:"If it's the Jedi Academy you seek, hop on the shuttle over there," she pointed over to their left, where passengers were boarding a transport. Several among them wore dusty Jedi robes. "Fifteen minutes, if the Force is with you, will leave you outside the main entrance to the Corellian Academy." She coughed hard, wiping her eyes with the back of her dirty sleeve before hobbling off into the crowds. |
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Post by Sabo Alora on Mar 12, 2014 19:37:06 GMT -8
He thanked the kind old lady as she walked away. Turning to the Captain, he motioned toward the shuttle.
"Shall we captain?"
The Captain shot him a distasteful glare, simply nodding as he began making his way towards the shuttle. A few minutes later, the two had boarded the shuttle and were on their way to the Jedi Academy of Corellia.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2014 13:52:47 GMT -8
LastDark (after sunset)
Z'har nodded. He understood that with power & command came great piles of paperwork, even in such free-spirited groups as the Mandalorians, let alone the Jedi Order. He takes a half step back, stands at attention & then quickly preforms a courtly little bow with a surprising amount of grace. The tilt of his head did not quite hide the joking smile on his face.
-Z'har
Lead on & I shall follow, oh great & powerful tour guide.
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Mar 14, 2014 15:56:56 GMT -8
Lastdark Club
(night) Jade did not dignify that with an answer verbally. And some time later, the two of them made their way back to the Corellian Academy. It was interesting how quickly one's life could turn around. The decision to join that specific Academy had been made at the request of Serrin Roma. Though initially Ael had been unsure, over time she had realized that the decision she had allowed her Twi'Lek friend to talk her into had been the right one. |
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Post by Atia on Mar 16, 2014 17:11:28 GMT -8
Five took Nalas words as a kind of insult, and she was sure it was bordering on snark. She starred at the woman for a moment, thinking. The Trade was her main mission here on Corellia, trading information to whetever the Mistress needed. The hunting of her old mistress was the cherry on the top. She cursed herself for being too eager to do it, trying to get an other jedi on the job. It was foolish, she now realised and decided not to go into detail more. Master Ragnella will help. If not, then she will take up the topic again.
It irked her though, that every time she stepped over a social barricade with this Nala, she got to a new one. As if the woman was trying to find a way to kick Five out of her life. Resisting step by step. Five will decide later to continue pursuing her curiosity about Nala, or quit to not happen into any confrontation she would have difficulity to handle. Finally she nodded.
-Five-
"I have asked Master Ragnella for help, I only hoped you have different connections that could help. I will paint a picture of the woman. Only picture we have of her is in my mind. And yes, I would like to remain in the academy with front, it wouldnt be good for your order if it was well known that my kind deal with yours. May it be employment as an art teacher or as whatever useful job you can find for me.
And I thank you for the trust to let me go free in Curamelle."
She started packing up the stuff she got from the package, pulling the datapads memory stick and giving it to Nala, then pocketing the cash that was sent with the Zeltros box.
-Five-
"I have a personal favor to ask you. I wish to kick your ass."
She grinned.
-Five-
"You seem frustrated with me. Sparring can fix that."
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Mar 17, 2014 6:34:40 GMT -8
The Healer's words had not been meant from a spirit of insult. Rather, she was asking a genuine query why Five had not simply asked for help, instead of offering to buy it. Sure, that was generous on her part, and equitable. But the Jedi had a history of helping those in need of it. Her right lek-tip twitched once, up and down, in the Rylothean equivalent of an affirmative nod.
"I will help you, Five," she hesitated trying to think of a better way to say what she had in mind, "and I thank you for the painting in advance, but I think I might be able to help more if I knew more. I realize you do not trust me, and I...well, I have reservations about you. But, as long as you mean no ill to this Academy and its members, I will have nothing against you and we will get along."
Tchunn draped around her shoulder, hanging well below her collar-bone as she waited to see if the other female understood and accepted what she was saying.
She pocketed the memory stick and considered what Five wanted. It might just get the frustrations out of their systems at least temporarily, although it was not a solution the Healer would normally have considered optimal. The Twi'Lek smiled slowly, nearly offering an alternative dance-off in the local cantina, but she kept that one to herself for now. Undoubtedly the more voluptuous Five would have an advantage over her own statuesque self.
"Very well, with the proviso that the loser buys drinks and no hard feelings as a result."
This was not to say that she expected to win, because in fact she didn't. The Healer did not seek out conflict, and she found it hard to fight to one's fullest capacity without an immediate threat of danger.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Mar 18, 2014 11:42:19 GMT -8
She grinned. Her Lekkus showed interest and excitement.
-5-
"Its a deal."
She picked up the box and stood in the que for putting up packadges for transport. When she was done, she rejoined her jedi companion and they started the walk down to the parked speeder.
-5-
"Do ponder on the trade though. My business with my previous owner bares weight, but a trade must be fare. The information I provided might amount to more value for the republic and the jedi then revenge. Revenge never weights heavily, it is an urge that stopps the moment it is satisfied, with nothing to build on afterwards but burned bridges.
None the less, it is an urge."
She sat herself in the speeder with a face of determination, lekkus stale and unmoving. She was closer now, a lot closer to her dreamed revenge then any other time in her life. And it showed.
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Ael Jade
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Post by Ael Jade on Mar 18, 2014 12:09:33 GMT -8
Nala climbed into the pilot's seat while thinking. The other Twi'Lek was obviously both excited and pleased. When she spoke it was in a thoughtful tone that just barely carried over the whine of the speeder's repulsorlifts.
"When you get what you seek, I hope you feel that it is worthwhile. Urges such as you mention tend to be very short-lived. Perhaps it is the quest that you enjoy?"
Tchunn briefly twitched interrogatively.
"Have you a name or designation by which it is possible to inquire after this person?"
She did not know how Five would respond to that, but unless she circulated the promised painting widely, it would be difficult to spread out feelers and see if anything was known. So far, this seemed like a private hunt for revenge, but if it was truly private, why then was it being backed by these other masters/mistresses of Five's? The information she had just passed along about Corulag seemed to indicate a more widespread interest in this quarry than the yellow Twi'Lek wished to let on.
The Healer wove through the traffic and headed back towards the Academy.
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Apr 13, 2014 18:50:36 GMT -8
It had been years since Castle was able to wander the spaceport of his homeworld. Mind you he never seemed to end up there by choice. But it certainly was one of the nicest places he seemed to get dumped off at. Not that any of this bothered him, however, because he was always kept busy by freighter captains needing their ships repaired before they took off to do whatever it was they did. And they paid well. Usually he would be stuck on Corellia for a few months though, before someone desperate enough to need a mechanic constantly about on their ship would take him away and drop him off somewhere else.Castle wiped a dirty hand across the leg of his coveralls, smearing the grime on the garment.Being a mechanic was a dirty and occasionally perilous job. Depending on who you worked for.Right now, he was busily reassembling a compression coil out of a SuperLift Ore Hauler's engine, which was a pain. Mostly because being able to press the coil back into place in order to secure the housing around it required a great deal of strength. He was practically laying on top of the large coil, using his entire body weight to compress the coil while he used his hands to place the cover over it and fasten the bolts that held it closed in place. His feet were planted as securely as he could muster on the floor. With a few minutes of struggling, he managed to secure the cover in place and was able to push himself off the coil. As he did so, the whole compression coil unit itself tipped over and crashed to the floor. Castle swore, and picked the device up and placed it back on the work bench. As he finished setting it down, he felt a sharp pain in the palm of his right hand. He glanced down and it and noticed the crimson liquid dripping down his fingers. He had managed to slice open his hand. Swearing again, Castle grabbed several rags and some quick-fix adhesive tape and wrapped his hand up. There was no doubt about it this time, he was going to need stitches, or at the very least someone more qualified than himself to look at it and patch him up. Johnathan quickly finished up his business with the Rodian captain of the ship, collected his payment and bolted out of the shop, heading for the nearest med-center. Now Castle was no stranger to pain, and normally he would have fixed himself up, but it was always better to make sure. The last time he had attempted to 'self doctor' himself resulted in a week of missed jobs because he was in so much pain. It had been rather unpleasant. And besides, he wanted to be in tip top shape because he had received word that another ship was coming into the dock he was assigned to look after. And rumor had it, if it was to be believed that is, that it was a smuggling captain of some renown looking for some new crew members. And naturally Johnathan had managed to bribe traffic control into setting up a meeting with the captain. So he wanted to look it best for it. Because he was about due to head off of Corellia for a bit.
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Post by Rianon Kardama on Apr 13, 2014 19:22:22 GMT -8
The med-center near Coronet's spaceport was rudimentary at best by Rianon's standards. But with the majority of the medics being rather transient you couldn't really ask for it to be better. For the most part what you needed was there, as long as no one really needed serious patching up. If all you needed was a few stitches or someone to simply bind a wound, the med-center would probably be able to help you. At least they probably wouldn't hurt.
Rianon finished tying off the bandage she had wrapped around a young man's cracked ribs.
"Please try not to move a too much for a little while. I've bound your ribs as best as I can here. Sleep sitting up for the next couple of nights. And next time you decide to get into a fight, try not to be thrown into so many walls."
She smiled at the young man and gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before heading toward the door of the med-center. Rianon skipped lightly to the desk near the door, her skirt brushing lightly against the floor. If she signed out quickly maybe she could get away before Dr. Tran was done with his patient.
"Miss Kardama you are not done yet." Dr. Tran spat as he shuffled toward her."You still have ten minutes. One more patient and you can leave. I hope I won't be seeing you again." He spat again and shuffled toward another patient.
Rianon sighed and turned back toward the door. Hopefully her next patient would be better looking than Dr. Tran.
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Apr 14, 2014 15:44:17 GMT -8
On this end of the spaceport, Johnathan was rather limited to where he could go to get his hand looked at. It throbbed painfully in rhythm with his heart beat. Oh the joys of being a mechanic and being in a rush. Sometimes you got a little careless. Sometimes you paid for it, other times you didn't. This time, however, he certainly paid for it. His hand was going to be of little use repairing ships and components until it healed enough to be used to its full extent again.
As he approached the med-center he quickly made sure his local health card was on him and still valid. As luck would have it, it was. Castle approached the doors. They slid effortlessly apart, allowing him access into the building itself. He approached the receptionist.
"Pardon me, but I just recently injured myself. I was wondering if there was a chance I could get in to see one of the doctors on shift right now?"
The receptionist glanced at the shop rags taped to his hand, slowly turning red as they became soaked with his blood.
"Yes. I believe we have an opening available. Place your health card in the scanner." She handed him a card reader.
He retrieved his health card, fumbled with it slightly as he still wasn't able to use both hands, then placed it in the reader. It took a few seconds longer than it should have, but the light on the screen winked green and ejected his card for him.
"Alright, everything checks out. Please have a seat, one of our doctors will be with you shortly."
Castle nodded, indicating he understood. He then turned to his right and walked over to the incredibly clean chairs that lined the one wall. He selected one chair three away from the door. He sat down and pulled out his data-pad. He began scrolling through the information on it while he waited.
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Post by Rianon Kardama on Apr 14, 2014 16:05:23 GMT -8
Exam Room Two was as neat and bare as any examination room is bound to be. White walls, grey floor and no windows. Just a row of cupboards against one wall complete with a small sink and an exam table in the middle of the floor. This had basically been Rianon's home for the past two months.
Rianon eagerly jumped up when she heard the soft 'ding' that indicated that there was another patient. She tried to mask her eagerness as she stepped out of her examination room to collect the patient and their medical information. She approached the reception desk and handed the receptionist her data-pad to collect the medical file. Her patient-to-be sat quietly, seemingly unaware of the growing bloodstain on the make-shift bandage wrapped around his hand. The receptionist handed Rianon back the data-pad with a small smile. Rianon glanced down at the medical file long enough to find her patient's name. She could read the rest later if she needed to.
"Mr. Castle, you can follow me to Exam Room Two."
She didn't wait for him to get up, she just walked to the door of the Exam Room and waited for him to gather his things and follow her.
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Apr 15, 2014 17:36:49 GMT -8
Castle was brought out of his reverie by a beautiful woman dressed in a white lab coat and a long flowing skirt. She asked him to follow her into exam room two. He pocketed his data-pad, stood up and followed her. As he entered the room ahead of her, he wasn't overly impressed. He had seen the inside of enough exam rooms to know they were never anything special. Sometimes they did manage to surprise him, though usually it cost him a lot more. Castle made his way to the center of the room and hopped up on the exam table. He raised his right hand and extended it outward for her to get a better look at, not at all ashamed of his half-practiced attempt at bandaging himself up. He cleared his throat and then spoke.
"I..err..sliced it open at work. I've done this enough times to know when I can get away with patching myself up, or having a professional look at it. Figured this qualified under your area of expertise, not mine."
He sat, with his right hand extended outward toward her. Hopefully her diagnosis and treatment would heal him back up enough that he could get out of here and get home before is scheduled appointment.
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Post by Rianon Kardama on Apr 15, 2014 18:06:14 GMT -8
Rianon smiled as the man entered her exam room and jumped up onto the table. It was obvious that he was used to being in med-centers. She carefully unwrapped his hand and got a split second look at the cut before the blood pooled in his palm, obscuring the wound. Definitely needed stitches. She grabbed a handful of clean gauze to blot away the blood. A few she poured antiseptic onto to clean around the wound before stitching it.
"I'll need to stitch it. But I'm guessing you knew that already. I can either numb the hand or stitch it as is. The choice is yours."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2014 19:22:42 GMT -8
Coronet...how long had it been? Almost eight years, if Lana was counting correctly. Eight years ago she had left this planet behind, looking for something to do with her life, and now she was back. It was a strange feeling to be back here, the city looking like it hadn't changed much at all since she had been away.
The young woman walked down the streets of the city, not really having much of a destination in mind. Her funds from her recent job were starting to dwindle, which meant she needed to find work relatively soon. Still, she wasn't overly concerned about it just yet. Finding work wasn't usually a problem for a talented individual like herself. Something would come up soon, though she was a bit wary after the way her last job had ended.
Pulling her jacket around her, Lana began a search for the nearest holonet terminal.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2014 15:07:36 GMT -8
*The transport landed in the city and the passengers unloaded. Jade looked around, taking in the sight. She was two years old when they left. Her father had been a Jedi, but left when she was born. All he wanted was to take care of his family. From that point, they had lived on Contruum. But now that they had passed, it was time to find her new life. Her father had suggested this after he had died, but for a year and a half, she had stayed away, afraid. But she couldn't be anymore. Wasting no time, she sought out a shuttle to the Jedi academy. Once she did, she paid the driver and headed off.*
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Johnathan Castle [Retired]
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Apr 16, 2014 15:49:17 GMT -8
Rianon smiled as the man entered her exam room and jumped up onto the table. It was obvious that he was used to being in med-centers. She carefully unwrapped his hand and got a split second look at the cut before the blood pooled in his palm, obscuring the wound. Definitely needed stitches. She grabbed a handful of clean gauze to blot away the blood. A few she poured antiseptic onto to clean around the wound before stitching it."I'll need to stitch it. But I'm guessing you knew that already. I can either numb the hand or stitch it as is. The choice is yours." |
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Post by Rianon Kardama on Apr 16, 2014 16:29:43 GMT -8
Rianon turned toward the cupboards lining the far wall. She began preparing the syringe of numbing agent and selected a a thin needle for stitching the hand.
"It won't take me more than a couple minutes to stitch you up. The numbing should only last half an hour or so. Sometimes it can take up to an hour to wear off."
She picked up the syringe filled with the numbing agent. She carefully inserted the needle into the cut and just under the edges of the wound. She worked her way slowly around the cut.
"It will take a minute or two for the numbing to take full effect. I don't want to stitch you until I know it's working."
The blood had slowed it's oozing by this point. It would need to be quickly cleaned again before Rianon stitched it closed. The numbing seemed to be working by this point.
Rianon picked up a pair of tweezers and gently pinched the skin at the edge of the wound. Eliciting no response from her patient she quickly swabbed away the blood and began stitching. He was lucky, in a way. The cut was a clean one. Deep, but the edges weren't torn. She put in six stitches to ensure that the cut would stay closed. a few more seconds to wrap up the hand to keep out the dirt and he was done.
"There you go. It was a clean cut, you might not even scar much. The stitches will need to be removed in a week. You can do it yourself if you feel up to it, or see another medic. Try to take it easy on the hand for a while. If you can get away with not moving it for the next couple of days the chances of it healing cleanly are substantially higher. If you haven't paid already the receptionist can take payment up front. Just tell her it was stitches. Have a good day, Mr. Castle."
She opened the door and waited for him to exit ahead of her. She was looking forward to grabbing the meds she would probably need for on the ship. Provided she got the job, that is.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2014 20:54:09 GMT -8
*Lana sat at one of Coronet's public holoterminals, her datapad hooked up to it as she started her search.
Hacking most databases was a fairly simple affair for her, depending, of course, on the level of encryption present. Hacking into something like a cantina ledger was easy. Hacking into CorSec on the other hand...that was not only difficult, but also quite dangerous. If discovered, it could lead to some rather unpleasant consequences. Still, there were some things Lana wanted to see and they just weren't available on public record. It wouldn't be long before someone on the other end discovered her probing so she needed to be quick.
Her search was mostly centered around her uncle's old contacts, many of them career criminals. Sadly, only one or two of them still seemed to be active, the rest either incarcerated or killed. Unsurprising, but still disappointing that her work in that field would be limited. Lana had never really had the stomach for some of the more gritty work that those sorts of people offered, but the money from her last job was dwindling fast. She might not have a choice if something else didn't turn up soon.
After downloading the files to her datapad, she disconnected from the network, stowed it in her bag and quickly walked away. No one had seen her, it seemed. That was good. Hard to find work if one was behind bars.
Shouldering her bag, she started down the streets once more, her destination the spaceport.*
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Post by Johnathan Castle [Retired] on Apr 19, 2014 20:53:10 GMT -8
So he was going to be limited to what he could do for the next few days. That didn't look very good to a prospective employer. However, Castle also had an idea that might speed up the healing process without the expense and hassle of dealing with bacta. Provided he could find what he was looking for elsewhere. Corellia certainly wasn't going to have it. Even if he looked in more nefarious areas.
Castle flashed the medic a rogue, lopsided grin as he made his way out the door ahead of her.
"Thanks for patching me up so quick, doc. I certainly do appreciate it. As for payment, I'm covered by the Trade Guild while on Corellia, or any other worlds that recognize it."
Castle paused and turned back to face the doctor.
"Thanks again. Perhaps I'll uh...see you around some time?
Then came the lovely butterfly feeling in his stomach. Which was totally unfair due to the fact that he knew next to nothing about this lovely young doctor. But there was just something about her that was....soothing. There was a certain air about her.
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