Tom Klanzo
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Jan 9, 2016 23:29:58 GMT -8
*Tom closed his eyes and chuckled at Keith's statement of it being "better this way." The man always had been so duty-focused. Except when Morgan was involved... Ah yes, unsurprisingly, the topic had turned to her, indirectly, as the supersoldier indicated the akk dog and asked if it was a pet of hers. Nodding as he examined the majestic beast, Tom explained,* "That is Rush, whom she acquired on Haruun Kal, where akk dogs originate. She never actually meant to end up on Haruun Kal, but I hear she had quite the accidental adventure, including meeting this fine creature and befriending him. Akk dogs bond to one Force-sensitive host for life, and they become inseparable."
*The story of Morgan's adventure on Haruun Kal hadn't been entirely pretty, Tom knew, but he figured those details should come from Morgan herself, not secondhand. Looking back towards Keith, he decided to preemptively fill him in on some of the details.* "Morgan is doing very well. Become stronger and stronger. Often the best performer in her classes, and spends many a day in the wilderness, furthering her bond with her mother. You would be very proud of her, I'm sure," *he concluded with a warm smile.*
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jan 10, 2016 19:12:27 GMT -8
The hangar had calmed down considerably since both of the Shans had been taken away. From the far side of the hangar, the large droid known as Leigh leaned against a wall to watch the new proceedings, her dome flickering as she registered each new face. The expression in each flicker was dark, pensive.
Her processor was whirring--too hot, admittedly, for the mere facts of what she had seen. Even adding in the recent transmissions offworld--regarding the contract she and Na'an had commissioned before arriving--did not account for such activity It was more likely that the speculation regarding the odd little girl standing next to her cannon was taking up more power than most humans merited. Of course, that might have to do with the fact that she wasn't human. That little girl--human-looking, except for the eyes, moving just a little too quickly to be organic--had latched onto her from the moment she had recognized Leigh as one of her own kind.
Leigh had never met another Life Emulator in person before, although she had come close several times. She knew that they had all been programmed with a base overlay of their mother's mind, but...Leigh was not their mother, not in the slightest. She was less emotional, quieter, had different interests and approaches to problems. The last few years had only served to widen the gap between them, to the point where the idea of being just Eliana Shan's copy was hard for humans to swallow. Had the same held true for this Life Emulator, housed in the body of a child? What--who--had experience made her sister into?
And how would this person handle knowing what their mother was really like?
"I am anticipating another guest," she said briskly to Lana, not looking down at her. It was easier to address her without emotion if she didn't look. "And will probably be quite busy afterward. If you have questions for me, you would do best to get them in at whatever moment you can."
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Post by Gracie Rollins on Jan 10, 2016 21:53:27 GMT -8
*If this was a party, it certainly wasn't a fun one. Everyone looked super serious, Elly Otu didn't look happy, there was a girl rolling on the ground and Morgan was trying to get her up, she thought... and Jakey's daddy was here too, but he was telling her to get out of the way, because there might be trouble! And he didn't want her to get hurt! But... people didn't get hurt at parties!
Maybe this wasn't a party after all...
Gracie blinked, then did as requested, quietly tiptoeing backwards away from where everything was happening, staying close to Elly Otu, out of the way of everything. The big robot—not the one with the gun, the one with the big shoulders—was standing by them as well. And she was Elly Otu's sister! Or she thought. They didn't look alike at all. But they were both robots, so that worked!
Wait. Did the big robot sister just say they should ask questions?! Gracie's eyes widened and she gave a little gasp before stepping out in front of the big sister.* "Are you really Elly Otu's sister? How come we never met? Is you a wobot like me?" *Glancing at the arm cannon, Gracie pointed at it and asked,* "Did you lose your hand?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2016 1:28:32 GMT -8
Chuundar would keep his head bowed before his fellow Wookiee. He had no title, no reputation, nothing that would make Chuundar raise his head and be an equal among those present. All the Wookiee had was his lightsabers, his force abilities, his principles and his tomes. A curt nod could be seen before the Wookiee hermit spoke up.//Indeed, Jedi Sacuru. I seek to rejoin the Order and, hopefully, bring our brethren to join the Jedi in their fight to liberate the galaxy from tyrants and Sith. They have longed endured the night, Sacuru, now they wish nothing but hope and light...// |
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Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 12, 2016 19:47:36 GMT -8
"Aaaand…touchdown. Crowd goes wild," Malora whispered as she set the YG-4210 down in the hangar with an odd, wistful smile. "Just something Fel used to say when we landed," she explained to Wade's questioning eyebrow raise as she unbuckled and began shutting things down. "It's... weird, not having him here. This is what he does. This is his chair. I'm usually where you are right now, Wrench is..well, ordinarily not spider-webbed to the hyperdrive, Tawaza and Stealer would be gearing up by now, and you would be…" Mal paused, frowning in thought, and waved her hand around looking for the right words. She gave up after a moment. "…I dunno, probably eating all the leftovers and somehow never getting fat, or meditating your way to more muscle."
The humming of the Unfair Advantage dwindled, giving a long, tired mechanical sigh as her systems shut down. "Jacket's a good look for you, Connors," she mentioned as she rose, clapping Wade on the shoulder as she passed his chair. "Try not to get it dirty, and don't pick any fights, Gladiator. I just finished cleaning off the last guy who tried to mess with you."
Wrench sat behind the pair, nestled snugly in the aft corner of the UA's flight cabin, a multitude of wires running from his central processor, plugged into various access ports in the UA's cockpit. It looked vaguely like a spider's web, with the old R2 unit at the centre.
If a droid could brood, he was brooding. The 'acting captain' crouched in front of Wrench, face apologetic. "You're incredible, you know that?" One of the wires was stuck under his 'feet'. Mal very carefully 'unstuck' it. "Sorry for the rush on Myrkr, but I wanted to be off-planet before authorities caught up with us. Got us a job to do here. Should be meeting the contractor soon. You wanna come? Untangle yourself and meet us by the ramp in ten, if you do. If not, I'll check in with you after the meet 'n greet, yeah?" A smile, and she was headed for the door, commlink out. Time to meet the 'boss'. From the far side of the hangar, the large droid known as Leigh leaned against a wall to watch the new proceedings, her dome flickering as she registered each new face. The expression in each flicker was dark, pensive. "I am anticipating another guest," she said briskly to Lana...She grabbed her gear off the rack as she advanced through the ship. Nothing fancy. Modified DL-44, gun belt slung low on the hip, a small knapsack, and knife tucked into her right boot, which was still sporting dried mud spatters from Myrkr. She'd changed out her previous still-somehow-damp clothes for a simple low cut yellow top, black cargo pants, and a leather jacket that didn't look like it was gonna fall apart suddenly. No harm in lookin' a little professional, she figured.
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Wade
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Post by Wade on Jan 12, 2016 20:24:42 GMT -8
Wade followed her from the cockpit, eyeing the assorted weapons she passed over in favor of her gun-belt. He even picked up a battered old DC-15s pistol and turned it over in his hands, examining it with a faint sense of familiarity. Ultimately, though, he put it down and opted only for a knapsack packed with basic survival gear. He could revisit the pistol later on. Slinging the pack over his shoulder, he followed Mal to the ramp and waited for the next set of instructions they were supposed to receive. He eyed her up and down when she stopped, taking in the full ensemble for the first time since she'd changed. He gave her an approving nod.
"I like it. Business casual, yet still dangerous if necessary, along with just a dash..." He held up two fingers to indicate a small distance. "...of sexy. Nothing that screams pushover or control freak." His hand changed to the universal symbol for "OK". "Clo loo." <Very good.>
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Jan 14, 2016 19:19:55 GMT -8
Wait. Did the big robot sister just say they should ask questions?! Gracie's eyes widened and she gave a little gasp before stepping out in front of the big sister.* "Are you really Elly Otu's sister? How come we never met? Is you a wobot like me?" *Glancing at the arm cannon, Gracie pointed at it and asked,* "Did you lose your hand?" If Leigh was the type to show surprise easily, the direction of these questions might have merited a response. As it was, she merely marked that they did not come from the expected responder. Rather, the other child had taken advantage of the situation to speak. Her...'sister' had apparently decided not to follow her outburst aboard the ship with an encore, allowing her companion to take the lead. "I am a Life Emulator, yes. Model 03, which implies that I am in fact a droid," she said tersely. Clearly this particular droid was designed for human verisimilitude rather than intelligence--an oddity that made her processors itch. She shrugged, allowing additional ventilation in addition to mimicking a more careless gesture than she felt. "As for this cannon...I was designed this way. My maker decided I needed firepower more than I needed a second hand."She was scanning the hangar again when the comm channel on her arm cannon beeped brightly. Leigh checked it, filtering the audio to a private channel rather than allowing it to reach her external speakers, then listened as the rough voice of a woman confirmed their landing and demanded instruction. She was late, but not overly so, which was likely due to Culex's improved vigilance over the last several months. At the very least Na'an would be pleased; she did not sound like the type to bog down a business conversation with saccharine niceties.
There is a west entrance to the Hangar leading to the Jedi Temple, she transmitted quickly, bypassing her audio circuit to send the message directly. There are several droids waiting near that entrance. Ignore the children and talk to the one with the cannon.
Gracie seemed to be gearing up with another round of obvious questions. Leigh deactivated the transmitter...then on a whim activated it momentarily to send one last message.
I have been waiting. Do not make me wait longer. |
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Mary Cerulea
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 16, 2016 1:21:34 GMT -8
Mary managed this time, barely, to keep from hitting the door frame on the way into the hanger this time. However the redocking system in the main ship was refusing to activate for some reason. She really didn't have time to deal with it at the moment, as she had injured on board. Setting the Pod down roughly beside the main ship, Mary dropped the ramp. Dandy led the way, still carrying the wounded Tusken.
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Gene Kenobi
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Post by Gene Kenobi on Jan 16, 2016 1:51:11 GMT -8
It had been a time since he had given himself the time to consider something beyond history or meditation. Yet, there was a feeling coming over him that he could not quite shake. As though something were bringing him out of his own center to focus on it, and leaving him cast plain. It was something he had not felt in years, yet as he sensed it he did not allow himself to retreat from it. Leaning forward, he opened his eyes and, for but a moment, took to easing breathing. His posture relaxing, he reached for the onboard computer and punched in the sequence to open the hatch.
"I'll only be a short while, D3, keep watch over the ship."
Lifting himself off the seat, Gene climbed out of the cockpit of the and lowered himself down onto the floor of the hangar. It always felt strange climbing out of a ship wearing his full robes, but he was not one to complain openly. Perhaps a visit to the archives was just the escape he needed.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2016 2:02:31 GMT -8
As soon as the Illustrious Jedi Master known as Gene Kenobi had set foot upon the floor of the Hangar Bay, a priority message beeped on his comm link, which when answered, would play a recorded message from Master Plur Jajamal
Master Kenobi, you're presence is requested within the Council Chambers as soon as possible. Regards, Master Jajamal
Attached, was a dataset which could be loaded into a datapad to guide Gene to the Council Chambers of the Jedi Base, should he not already know how to get there
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Post by Gene Kenobi on Jan 16, 2016 2:07:27 GMT -8
At the sound of the comm link beeping, Gene lifted the device and listened to the brief message. Closing his eyes and exhaling slowly, he turned and looked towards the hall that would take him towards the easiest access to the Jedi Base. Taking a few moments he moved towards the exit from the hangar and made his way towards the Council Chambers, the place he had not been yet on this world. Though he could say that the truly last place he had been in a Council chambers accordingly was on Coruscant so many years ago. As he approached the blast door of the hangar, he tugged his robes tight to his form and doubled his pace.
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Mary Cerulea
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 16, 2016 15:01:03 GMT -8
The two girls made it back to the side holding stall that was currently home to the Tempest. The last landing of the central pod had been extremely rushed & the ship wasn't even completely in the stall, sticking halfway out into the main hanger area. Mary aimed Naan at the pod, with orders to fix herself up. Hopefully it would calm the child down.
Mary decided it shouldn't be too difficult to fix, just bang the docking clamps back into line & move the pod back into the main ship ring. Boarding the outer ring part of the ship, Mary collected the HV from the main cargo bay. Heading through the vehicle bay, Mary made a quick detour to the fighter bay. It was empty. Apparently Dandy hadn't wasted any time on gathering his fighter & leaving on his secret mission. Backtracking to the vehicle bay, Mary keyed open the blast doors that would normally lead to the crew lounge. Instead there was a gaping hole in the ship.
That, however was intentional, as the crew lounge was in fact the main room of the detachable Central Pod, which was currently parked beside the main ring. Directing the HV down so that it is level with the deck, Mary calmly stepped on top of it. Taking a quick lap around the hole for the Pod, Mary was quick to notice that nearly half the clamps were misaligned. This was going to be a two person job. Someone was going to have to direct the droids in aligning the clamps while someone else kept the Pod steady enough to be pulled manually into place. Mary would need to direct the droids herself to make sure the clamps would work properly from now on & there was only one other person at hand small enough to fit in the cockpit.
Using the HV to fly her over toward the boarding ramp of the Pod, Mary stepped off & sent it to get the repair droids into place. Hopefully the Girl would be able to handle the Pod. They would have to take it slowly, just in case. Knocking on the door of Naan's quarters, Mary waited for a response.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 16, 2016 15:28:55 GMT -8
-Naan in Tusken-
"I would not have died from that wound...They were lucky...."
Naan followed Mary up into the Tempest and ran to her room, where she closed the door behind her and dumped her pack onto the floor. Tears started to well up in Naan's eyes as she looked around in the unorganized pile of items until she found what she was looking for. She made sure the door was still closed before she undressed, folding her old clothes and setting them aside for now.
The first thing Naan did was apply some of the healing paste she had brought with her to her hand and wrapped a better bandage around her bare skin. The paste stung slightly but she noticed the wound was healing slightly faster with the help of the bacta that had made it into her from the patch. She did not know this, though, and chalked it up to good fortune. Next she ripped off the bacta patch and threw it in the corner farthest from her. The blaster wound was already healing nicely as well. She applied a small amount of the healing paste to the wound and put a cloth bandage on it.
Satisfied she had tended to her wounds well enough, Naan walked over barefooted to pick up her sewing kit and old clothes and began to patch the hole in the shoulder and her torn glove. Her head turned to the door as she heard a knocking. Her heart jumped for a moment and she scrambled to find a clean pair of clothes in the messy pile of her dumped belongings.
-Naan in Tusken-
"Mary? Is that you? Is something wrong?"
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Mary Cerulea
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 16, 2016 16:09:03 GMT -8
It didn't take long for her knock to be answered.
-Mary
Not wrong exactly. Just more difficult to fix than I thought. I need some help from you.
The door hadn't opened so Mary assumed that Naan was sulking for one reason or other. It seemed sort of pointless to obsess about clothing like that, but then again, Mary had done the same thing when she was younger.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 16, 2016 16:29:01 GMT -8
Sounds of quick movement were heard behind the closed door as Naan hurried to get dressed. Within a minute the door slid open and Naan stood before Mary in a new set of clean(er) clothes. Behind her the room was in shambles. All of Naan's things were scattered about. Her dirty(ier) set of clothing was sitting on the floor in the middle of it all, a half sewn on patch of cloth on the shoulder. Naan straightened her robe, which was on slightly crooked and adjusted her mask. She looked up to Mary, the small Tusken more or less back to her normal self.
-Naan in Tusken-
"I'm happy to help! Do I need any of my tools?"
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Mary Cerulea
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 16, 2016 16:39:30 GMT -8
Mary smiled at the little girl through her mask, at least she seemed to be bouncing back well.
-Mary
Nope, just follow me.
Leading the way to the Pod's cockpit, Mary slipped in enough to start up the flight simulator. Something she had only just figured out how to do.
-Mary
Play around with that for a little while. The goal is not to bump into anything.
Leaving the young girl to get acquitent with the repulsor controls, Mary headed back outside to get everything on the clamp side ready. It didn't take long as the droids had been working while Mary was getting Naan set up. The process would have been even faster with a few more HV-7s. Mary made a mental note to use the workshop to build up a few more once she had a chance to stock up the ship.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 16, 2016 17:12:30 GMT -8
Naan climbed into the cockpit and tilted her head at the screen as the simulation began to run. She touched the controls hesitantly and the screens flashed bright red, stating a catastrophic collision was imminent. Naan screamed for a moment and braced herself....but nothing happened. The Tusken girl looked through the viewports with a confused look underneath her mask. She had not moved. She rubbed the side of her mask in confusion and looked back at the screens. They had reset back to the beginning of the simulation. Naan slowly took the controls in hand and tried again, now knowing there were no true consequences.
-Naan in Tusken-
"It's like I'm flying through a picture!"
As Naan continued through the simulation, there was no end of yelling, screaming, and starting over. After nearly an hour Naan had finally completed the simulation, which had covered most of the basic controls of the pod. The controls went dark as the simulation ended. A percentage of forty-two percent flashed on the front viewscreen to signify Naan's overall average.
-Naan in Tusken-
"Is that good?"
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Mary Cerulea
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 16, 2016 17:32:46 GMT -8
Checking the girl's progress through the simulation, Mary decided it would be good enough. She would have to give her move time to practice before any seriously piloting however. The time Naan spent getting ready gave the droids plenty of time to get everything set up. Now it was just a matter of getting started.
-Mary
That is good enough for what we need.
Remotely disabling the simulation & firing up the ships repulsors with a few commands into her mask, Mary got ready to talk Naan through what she needed to do.
-Mary
You aren't flying through pictures any more. You are flying the ship. Now, slowly lift the ship up.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 16, 2016 17:46:31 GMT -8
-Naan in Tusken-
"Wait, what?"
Naan let out a scream as the repulsors kick in, and the ship lifted slowly off the ground. Naan grabbed the controls in a panic, and the pod tilted to the right as Naan scrambled to regain control. She slowed her breathing and steadied the ship. She listened to Mary's voice and pulled back on the controls slowly, lifting the ship up into the air.
-Naan in Tusken-
"O-okay...now what? I don't want to crash the ship."
While waiting on instructions from Mary, Naan's unsteady hands made the ship tilt in different directions in the air, her new piloting skills being put to the test.
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Mary Cerulea
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Jan 16, 2016 17:50:16 GMT -8
The Pod was a little wobbly but still steady enough. Mary had gotten back onto the HV-7, meaning she was basically flying around on a hovering disc. Moving to where Naan could see her directly, she waved at the young girl.
-Mary
Up just a little higher, then you are going to follow me. Alright?
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