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Post by Eliana Shan on Sept 15, 2017 20:10:27 GMT -8
"Hm."
It was all Elly had to say at first, the smile on her face slowly shifting into a more stoic expression as he told her what was wrong.
She had almost known another moment of self-deprecation at his comment about being the best mechanic, feeling an old surge of pride and ego arise from within her, but that and its resulting thoughts were shut down quickly. Her visual focus turned toward the ship the more Niam spoke, her gaze seeming almost to look through the ship.
"Hm," she uttered again, before actually elaborating this time. "It makes for good wiring. Trinium, that is. Yeah, it's mainly found in weapons, but it can still be implemented elsewhere for a more efficient energy transfer, if done correctly."
Her eyes flickered briefly toward another spot in the hangar, subconsciously registering the sight of a familiar face before she even had a moment to realize why she had glanced away. And then the moment had passed, and she was once again regarding the YX-1980, her head tilted slightly as she took a step toward the craft's boarding ramp, followed by another.
"..Mind if I take a look inside the engine compartments?"
With her mind falling back into old habits, the negative thoughts that had been plaguing her remained silenced. For the moment, she had a new problem to work on. Of course, she already had several ideas as to the root of the issue, but without a closer look it would be impossible to tell for certain. Another step followed the other two, and she noted that her Jedi escort was once more following along behind her.
Good, I could use another set of hands.
It was a blessed moment of mental normalcy, though she didn't stop to appreciate that fact.
It was good to have something to focus on.
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Sept 15, 2017 21:16:09 GMT -8
"Of course," *Niam replied, gesturing towards the open boarding ramp.* "C'mon, Bolt, you might be needed." *The astromech chirped an acknowledgement as he rolled along behind Niam, who led the party up the ramp.
Morgan started to follow, stopping at the foot and peering around at the hangar once more. The crowds were still gathered here... and indeed, Master Gannor was present. She frowned, biting the inside of her cheek. For a moment, she almost had a good feeling about this... but she dismissed it as wishful thinking and followed up the ramp as Niam led the way into the cockpit and down the left promenade towards the starboard engine compartment.*
"Here's one of them," *he announced with another quick gesture, then pointed at the door to the right.* "Common room's through there, the second engine compartment's on the opposite side." *Directing his attention back to the present room, he explained,* "Far as I can tell, other than the wiring and casings, they're more or less intact. Just... unstable."
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Post by Felia Reksira on Sept 16, 2017 4:42:24 GMT -8
The chaotic press of people was not a very comfortable atmosphere for one as highly attuned to feelings as Felia. The small girls earlier buoyancy drained from her in the face of the emotional bombardment, the cacophony of sounds twined with the steady clamour of spilled-over feelings. While she was a lot better at filtering out such empathetic storms such close proximity to such an intense flood was more than she could comfortably handle. The overall excitement was punctuated here and there by specific stabs of emotion. Delight as a crew worker got a call from family on Taris, annoyance as a trader spilled drink down his front due to an overenthusiastic student nudging him, consternation as a custom agent tried to deal with a particularly difficult spacer, all these and more combined to create a colouful tableau that assaulted the poor girls senses relentlessly.
Her hand came up to her brow as her forehead furrowed, eyes tightening against the onslaught. She tried to employ the techniques she had been learning with Leila but struggled to find the focus needed. Her cheek twitched and her small white teeth were set together hard, eyes now jammed closed as she stumbled along behind Brakus. Niminee gave a forlorn mew of concern from her perch in the crook of Felia's arm, a mew that turned into a startled yelp as the girls arm tightened slightly around the little Tooke. The sound seemed to snap Felia out of her trance and she relaxed her grip, allowing the small animal to scurry up her arm and onto her shoulder, chattering with agitation.
"Its okay, Nim... I'm okay.
Her was drawn, fairly more than a whisper as she withdrew further into her self, both arms now clutched tight as she hugged herself in a posture of defensive isolation. She tilted her head down, allowing her hair to curtain down across her face, further adding to her shield against the world. Her aura became one of resistance, not quite hostile but intolerant of approach, as the Force swirled in turmoil around her.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Sept 17, 2017 22:39:06 GMT -8
"Right."
She had followed him, and the single word was her only response to Niam as she looked upon the engine before her. Slowly, she walked over toward the machinery, ignoring the simultaneous curiosity and attentiveness from her escort. Elly tilted her head slightly, pausing a moment before reaching out and placing a hand upon the front panel.
"..I bet you've got quite the stories, huh."
Her voice was soft, and though it might not have been readily apparent, she was talking to the ship itself. It was a quirk of hers, one she had never seen fit to stamp out during the years. After a few more seconds, she turned, letting her hand fall off the engine again. A bare smile graced her lips for a moment before she spoke again, this time clearly back to Niam.
"Got a hydrospanner on you?"
She turned further to hold her right hand out partially, clearly expecting that he would have one: if not on his person, then at least readily accessible. Her left hand still firmly gripped the crystal device, though she was fully aware that she would have to put it down at some point during all of this. Still, that time hadn't come yet, so she would continue holding it close..
"And a light?"
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Post by Jake Palmer Calmcacil on Sept 17, 2017 23:10:02 GMT -8
*Normally, Jake wouldn't have bothered to carry on with the rest of the group towards the hangar without Morgan present. However, after it was pointed out that Master Gannor and Doctor Molan were both on their way to the hangar, he'd let his curiosity get the better of him. If this did turn out to be the day, he had instant contact with Morgan and could call her here in a flash, regardless of what she was up to at the current moment.
Quietly he followed along, his shoulder bag at his side. It was a specially-made bag that was able to hold not only his necessarily curricular materials, but also an assortment of medical items in case of minor emergency; his brief internship at the RDMC had prepared him well. He hadn't had to use it yet, but he was remaining prepared just in case.
The hangar was, as usual, a hotbed of activity... Activity some of the hangar staff hadn't been entirely fond of, leading to temporary restrictions as a result. Just thinking about it made Jake feel a bit guilty, but he reasoned with himself he had only been part of these crowds for Morgan's sake. Yes, his curiosity had been there—as was a slight sense of unease—but he still hadn't shaken the sense of duty to his twin, to be by her side when she needed someone to confide in. Lately he'd begun to realize she had no shortage of such friends; Laney, for instance. Still, despite the bonds of his adopted family—and he loved them all very much, really!—he couldn't help but feel closest to one of the only blood relatives he had left.
There was Maggy, too, but she had her own devils to deal with.
He couldn't see a thing. Normally never could.* "Thanks, Brakus," *he commented politely on the report from the older, taller boy. Maybe he should have tried to get in behind Koda earlier... Wait, was Morgan present in the hangar? But he thought... She was deep in. He tried to hop up in vain to get a quick look, quietly cursing his small stature. How'd she get here so soon? Granted, they had been a slow-moving crowd...
Something else caught his attention, more locally. Felia seemed... withdrawn, both physically and through the Force. Despite a presence that seemed withdrawn, he couldn't help but ask,* "Are you alright?"
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Sept 17, 2017 23:35:04 GMT -8
*Eliana's seeming reverence for the ship itself didn't go unnoticed by those present, but it was Bolt who picked up on it most of all. He was of course already intrigued with her from her whistled greeting from earlier, but he was only starting to feel more comfortable around her. It actually reminded him of Lana, in that they had a similar respect for the technological, droids included. Though he still had some data on her that seemed to contain some small anomalies he had to sort through...
Her comment about "stories" was quite clearly intended for the ship itself, but that did not stop Laney from smirking and starting to open her mouth. Morgan was familiar enough to expect such a tactic, throwing up a hand over it with a grimace, eliciting an "oomph" that she hoped went unnoticed; Eliana did seem more interested in the ship at least.
Niam noticed, but he only shook his head as he produced a spanner and handed it to her. Bolt beeped as he provided the light from a node on his dome, immediately and even eagerly making himself useful.
Just then, the door to the common room slid open to reveal Koda standing in the doorway with a surprised look.* "Who're they?" *he demanded in confusion.*
"A guest mechanic," *Niam answered simply,* "and her escort. Eliana Shan, not that I expect you to know who that is."
*There was a pause before the Devaronian frowned and folded his arms.* "You're right."
"Well, start with the introductions then."
*As the girls snickered, Koda grumbled and let his arms fall to his side.* "Koda. Nice to meet you."
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Post by Felia Reksira on Sept 18, 2017 6:37:19 GMT -8
The violent stampede of voices reverberating around her head threatened to drown out coherent thought, causing the girl to stagger further under the onslaught. Both hands had now found their way to her temples and her eyes were squeezed tight, satchel hanging limply from the crook in her elbow. The insistent chattering of Niminee went unheeded as she drowned in the tide, groping for an escape, for a lifeline.*Something else caught his attention, more locally. Felia seemed... withdrawn, both physically and through the Force. Despite a presence that seemed withdrawn, he couldn't help but ask,* "Are you alright?"
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Post by Brakus Sev on Sept 18, 2017 8:03:45 GMT -8
Continuing in his attempts to monitor every part of the hangar bay at once, bouncing up from heels to tiptoes and back again as he moved, Brakus didn't immediately notice Felia's distress, responding to Jake's query as if it were directed at him. Without breaking stride, unaware that he was beginning to pull away from his two smaller companions he flapped his hand absently as his ginger head swung this way and that.
"Yes, yes. I'm fine..."
It was only after three more paces did he glance over his shoulder to notice that Jake and Felia were now several meters behind him, the latter seemingly in some discomfort. With a flicker of consternation passing across his open features the tall red-head abruptly changed direction, drawing a grumble of complaint from a Ishi Tib student who was forced to swerve around him, and bounded back to his friends side, taking up a position opposite Felia from Jake. He was arrived in time to hear the girls muttered words, a frown marring his brow as he looked around, as if he could physically spot what was causing her problems.
"There are a lot of people here..."
His head bobbed along with the statement, an obvious verbalisation of fact but all he could think to say right now. Without a tangible threat to identify Brakus was at a loss, was always at a loss when it came to Felia and such issues, and all he could do was wring his hands.
"What should we do?"
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Post by Menzine on Sept 18, 2017 12:06:36 GMT -8
*The Yorik Coral craft followed the Jedi fighter into the atmosphere steadily, barely a flicker of wobble as it transitioned from the cold freedom of space into the friction and wind-resistance of Felucia. With the Congnition Hood feeding her a plethora of information Menzine Kwaad allowed the ship to absorb every bit of data on the world below them. And what a world it was. So rich in flora and fungi. Its ecosystem as myriad as any she had seen in this galaxy so far. Her eight-fingers, buried in the control sack to her right, twitched in anticipation of studying this fruitful planet.
Such was her fascination she almost didn't notice the X-Wing break off from its course, curving away to the right to allow her an unobstructed approach to the Jedi Base sprawling ahead. The Yuzhaan Vong biot dipped slightly as she brought it lower, a streamlined lump of rock gliding effortlessly through the sky,
and she eased off the controls, allowing it shed velocity freely. With the open hangar a mere hundred meters ahead she coaxed the Dovin Bassals into resisting their forward momentum, bringing them to a near halt just short of the coordinates the Jedi had specified. Not normally one for grandstanding she couldn't help but let her ship hover there for a moment, hovering defiantly over the Jedi bastion like a triumphant child holding a teat. After a few heartbeats she smiled and allowed the Dovin Bassals to lower the ship down onto the deck of the designated hangar before removing the hood and standing.*
*Her mind swam with conflicting thoughts as she drew in a deep breath to steady herself. The excitement from her earlier observations if the planets abundant biological life had found contradiction in her disgust for the mechanical dependence of the Jedi's base. Already she could feel the pressing emptiness of the lifeless devices, their electrical buzz polluting the air around her with their soulless banter. Likewise, her apprehension at being in close proximity to Jedi was causing her stomach to perform backflips. As she let out her breath the narrowed her eyes against such fears. They were unworthy of here and an insult against Yun-Yuzhaan.*
Biting down hard on her bottom lip she allowed the hot iron taste of her blood to wash away her doubts, setting her shoulders against any concerns that these infidels would cause her any trouble. Moving towards the sphincter membrane as allowed herself an faint smile. It would be worth playing nice with these Jedi in order to further her studies, both of her own lost arts and the biological bounty of this world. Perhaps the two would become one and the same if she were allowed free reign to go about her work, a nebulous hope but one worth keeping in mind. She smoothed the front of her robeskin and sucked the blood off of her lips before stroking a spot on the wall. The membrane undulated before peeling down, folding outwards to form a ramp down the cold hard deck of the Jedi Bases hangar bay. Mustering a regal air and an indifferent expression Menzine stepped down the ramp...*
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Post by Jake Palmer Calmcacil on Sept 22, 2017 17:57:12 GMT -8
*As Felia fumbled for his arm, Jake fully realized she was reacting more poorly than he initially thought. He reached up for her shoulder, hoping to steady her somewhat, as she mumbled about the number of people. So that was it, then... But this was unusual for her. Even as Brakus asked what they should do, Jake started to gently guide her backward.* "We'd better get her somewhere quiet," *he instructed.* "Then w—"
*His steps stalled nearly as soon as they began moving, for what he saw stole all of his attention. There, gliding into the establishment... "a giant rock" was the first thing that came to mind, but he knew what that actually meant: Yuuzhan Vong! ... he never thought he'd be excited about such a prospect but there it was.
Completely forgetting himself and the current moment, he dug into his bag for his datapad, immediately attempting to get in contact with Morgan. As he did so, he gave an excited nudge through the Force, through their special bond as twins, and directed her towards the hangar. For that matter, that was probably all he needed to do without bothering trying to call her datapad. In fact, that was probably the reason why she seemingly refused to answer said call...*
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Post by Eliana Shan on Sept 22, 2017 22:41:55 GMT -8
"Vor'e," came the immediate response as she was offered both of her requests. She did, in fact, notice Laney's response but chose to pay it no mind, instead taking the hydrospanner and turning to use it on the engine panel, happy to remove the panel and get to looking at the potential problems within.
She hadn't even gotten the panel off yet when a new voice chimed in, questioning her presence. Elly turned her head once more to regard the newcomer. After watching the brief exchange, she offered her own introduction.
"You can just call me Elly. And.."
"Eris Eisahn."
The soft-spoken Jedi offered a slight bow, but she said little more than that. Her job was simple: observe and report, and keep Eliana away from anything too dangerous. She knew she was not a major character in her charge's interactions, and she was perfectly fine with that for the time being. When she was needed, she would know to step in.
"I take it you're a part of the crew as well?" Elly asked, though she was eager to get back to work..
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Sept 24, 2017 13:42:15 GMT -8
"Yep!" *Koda boasted proudly.* "I'm..." *He trailed off, deflating.* "... the heavy? I dunno, do we even have roles?"
*Morgan and Laney giggled at him, though Morgan had taken notice of Elly's use of that odd language again. She still couldn't place what it was, though she believed the word was equivalent to "thanks" based on the context.*
"You speak Mandalorian?"
*... of course Niam would recognize it. Although that just brought up many other questions...
Questions that no longer mattered. When she felt the nudge from Jake she suddenly no longer even experienced the scene before her. Her senses were now outside, in the hangar proper, among all the crowds and... And a void... A very strange emptiness in the Force that perhaps would only be noticed by those actively seeking it... But Morgan's attuned state allowed her to recognize the unnatural element within the vast web of energy that was Felucia, which responded by futilely attempting to penetrate its alien defenses. It was unsettling, but it also meant one thing...
Without a word to anyone present, she turned and dashed back along the promenade, through the cockpit and down the exit ramp into the hangar. She came to a stop at the foot, stunned at the sight of the Yuuzhan Vong ship now resting in the hangar. And the figure descending from within... It was... actually the day after all? After all this time of waiting and vain hopes, there was at last a Shaper here to tend to the old wound?
When Morgan realized there were tears in her eyes she quickly wiped them; part of her hoped no one noticed, but mostly she was too overjoyed to care. She almost ran forward to further investigate, but she managed to hold herself in place. For the moment.*
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Post by Felia Reksira on Sept 24, 2017 14:33:09 GMT -8
Felia too felt the void in the Force that the Yuzhaan Vong and her biot projected, the current circumstances highlighting the absence like a stone jutting out of a turbulent river, but reacted to it slightly different than Morgan. Such an absence was actually a haven for her at this time and she sought to retreat into it in order to flee the barrage of emotion and noise. He Force presence shrunk to a pinprick then seemed to disappear altogether, as she used the void in the Force to find her own quiet place within.
She relaxed what had become a rather tight grip on Jake's arm and blew out a slow breath as the clamour faded away into the background. The actual din of the place had suddenly abated too and, as Jake trailed off with his words, the silence in the place was deafening. Her huge eyes opened to take in the spectacular sight, not so much impressive as... alien, the Yorik Coral craft settling comfortably to the deck. She couldn't see from her vantage point but a sudden spark of determination caused her to push forward, the still mass of people now easy of one as small and nimble as her to maneuver through. On an impulse she reached out to snatch Jake's hand, seeking to pull him through the crown as she wove this way and that to get to the front. Poor Brakus was left to fend for himself as the small girl made her way to the front, pulling Jake along with her.
"Almost..."
The breathless word caught in her throat as she pushed between the hips of two Jedi Knights to look upon the Yuzhaan Vong Shaper for the first time, watching as the elegant being stepped up to Master Gannor and Molan...
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Post by Chalco on Sept 24, 2017 19:02:02 GMT -8
Chalco watched with narrowed green eyes as the rock-like ship drifted into the hangar and set down gently on the scarred surface of the designated hangar bay, barely a sound accompanying the motion. The Yuzhaan Vong craft seemed to pulse slightly, as if breathing, a slow undulation oscillating along its surface to move sedately towards the front. As he watched the skin seemed to peel downwards to create an opening, flap of Yorik Coral forming a ramp upon which the Yuzhaan Vong Shaper stepped.
It was unnerving watching the ship, the obviously organic composition at odds with vessels of this galaxy. To not hear the sounds of hissing hydraulics, of the steady rumble of an engine or the slight whine of repulsors, seemed to add an unreal quality to the scene, as if viewing an event in a dream. The mixture of emotions bleeding off of the watching crowd also added to the scene, the mixture of awe and trepidation a heady tonic that reminded him firmly that caution should be applied.
Speaking of cause for caution his gaze fell upon the Yuzhaan Vong. Tall and gaunt, she had the ritual scarring and tattoo's common to her kind yet nowhere near the excessive amounts Chalco had seen on other Yuzhaan Vong. Indeed, her dis-figuration seemed token at most and her features seemed to accentuate them to the point where she could be described as sternly attractive. The blue sacks under her eyes added a base upon which piercing green eyes rested, peering out from under heavy brows. Her Shaper headdress writhed menacingly over a high forehead, as if tasting the unfamiliar surrounding, perhaps responding to their mistress' unease? The eight-fingered hand sat folded with its opposite at her naval as she stepped down the ramp, a hushed silence falling over the onlookers.
He shared their anxiety...
Chalco too stood hushed and frozen for several heartbeats after she had reached the bottom of the ramp, both he and the visitor eyeing each other warily. He could feel Molan shuffle next to him, uncertainty pulsing off of the Ithorian in waves. Finally Chalco moved, stepping fprward with a polite, if forced, smile.
"Menzine Kwaad. It is an honour to meet you in person."
He executed a crisp bow before waving his hand to the side to indicate Molan who shuffled forward to incline his massive head.
"May I introduce Doctor Molan Zaww. He will be briefing you on our... 'situation'."
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Post by Menzine on Sept 25, 2017 17:59:26 GMT -8
The smell was atrocious. Noxious fumes spat out from their unholy contraptions stained the very air a murky gray, the atmosphere heavy with the stink of heresy. As she stood there, surrounded by the lifeless machines and those responsible for them, she once again questioned her decision to come here. Surely she would be damning herself to Yun Yuzhaan's scorn, a pitiful failure, a disappointing child to be cast away into the darkness to float forever in purgatory. Her mouth trembled slightly at the thought, of the Gods laughing as she was thrown aside...
It was the thought of such laughter than stiffened her spine. She had all too often been the butt of jokes and laughter, her studious nature and somewhat sickly appearance leaving her open to mockery from those of greater stature. She had long ago shrugged off the yoke of such oppression and she would not continue to fall victim to the conditioning of her youth. The Gods were a myth. They were a form of control. They lacked substance and could not interfere with her plans. It was her work that was real. Her skills. The science behind the art. The thought lent her strength in this strange place and her surety of mind and purpose had returned by the time the tall, reptilian Jedi approached.
Her regal demeanor remained firmly in place as the Jedi spoke, her eyes narrowed in what was half real distaste and half an act of intensity. Her mouth was a thin line, jaw set sternly, hands clasped in front of her in a posture of ease. She didn't return his bow but instead cast her gaze upon the creature he introduced, eyes widening slightly at the sight.
She had studied many of the lifeforms that inhabited this galaxy and had come across several strange races. Still, reading up was not the same as meeting face to face. It amazed her that such an inelegant shape could have been arrived at. The head looked like something that had been used as a Radank's chew toy, a widespread flap of flesh with two bulging eyes either side. Very strange...
Her lip twisted slightly in disgust as here eyes looked the creature up and down before she sniffed slightly, the acidic smell of metal and fumes making her blanch somewhat. Her eyes moved back to the Jedi as she spoke, her voice a raspy drawl of heavily accented basic.
"This... thing is your slave, yes?"
Her eyes moved to rove around the gathered faces that peered at her in silence. They were kept back by a small barrier but their attention was enough to close her in. Her head moved slightly as she tracked the assembled mass before snapping back to the Jedi.
"They are all your slaves?"
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Post by Serenity Sage on Sept 26, 2017 16:06:21 GMT -8
“I'm tellin' ya, pateesa,” said Vordin to Pel, “these Jedi ain't the partyin' kind, but at least they pay well 'nuff. Why'd you wanna prospect or trade elsewhere? Bored of safe travelling and not meeting pirates?”
“Choy? Noah wermo” said Pel, “them Jedi, they don' pay that well. Kark! My last shipment barely got me fuel cells for the return trip.”
“That's 'cos you sell poodoo, sleemo!” said Vording, with a grin, “You give them quality goods, and they'll maybe pay you better! C'mon, finish up, an' ya can have a drink, on me.”
“That's because their drinks are terrible, and free,” said Pel, but he followed after his friend.
Having taken to working in the Hangar when she was not in class or training her abilities in the Force, Red was allowed access here when the masters saw her strong affinity and talent with mechanics. Also, her familiarity with ships and spacers afforded her more experience and street smarts than some of her peers. She mostly kept out of the way, rendering assistance when directed by the overseers or when called upon. Her attire and the fact that she hauled a massive wrench nearly as big as she was usually identified her easily to experienced travellers and traders. With a base of this magnitude, supplies and items were almost being brought or sent out in a constant flow.
Vordin and Pel were some of the transporters she saw quite frequently, almost every other day. The former was a human, and the latter a Rutian Twi'lek. They frequently insulted each other or talked rudely but they were seemingly close friends, from what Red could tell. The crimson-skinned girl quietly enjoyed watching the various folk, and working on their ships. Immersing herself into what some called a Moving Meditation, where one found peace and focus in the Force while working with their hands. Some used lightsaber forms to achieve this, some used actual meditation in quiet places, and others, like her, used work, like repairing things, to connect to the Force, to everything. It had only been a number of weeks since her arrival, and the girl was starting to get into a routine.
“Red,” said Barca, the Nikto overseer, “Captain Ran Nasser will be landing in bay twenty-three, make sure there's no crates for him to toast this time?”
“Ran Nasser?” said Red, “Okay.”
“Yeah, him.” the Nikto sighed, “I know, I know, but he's the only merchant what brings in those power converters for our auxilary energy supply units. Without those, we won't even have basic amenities available. Just clear the landing pad and keep an eye on your belongings.”
Red didn't like the Feeorin merchant, or that ratty ship of his, the Honest Liar. She normally wasn't judgmental of people, and she'd certainly met quite a number of people on Nar Shaddaa and a few other places. Even here, on Felucia, she was treated to a variety of folk when she worked the Hangar Bay, but Ran gave her a bad feeling. She had barely grazed the depths of the Force, and apparently she had some potential, which Master Rawkill and Master Giselle saw fit to hone and harness, teaching her. One of the things they revealed to her was that these feelings she got, what she used to think was just good intuition or finely tuned survival instincts, was actually the Force guiding her steps. And she had, from experience, learnt that these bad feelings were warnings of danger or trouble.
Ran gave her these bad feelings that were so strong, she was near to sickness when she drew close to him. Fortunately for her, the landing bay was clear save for one fuel line and an empty crate, which she quickly moved out of the way, just as the Honest Liar made its final descent. When the ship landed, and the Feeorin captain emerged from the ship's boarding ramp, he spotted Red standing nearby, and gave her a smile which made the young girl grimace, and feeling glad for Bean strapped to her back and the massive wrench in her hand. Bean was formerly a B1 battle droid that had been sliced up to most of his upper torso, back during the Clone Wars when the droids were used against Republic Clone Troopers. She couldn't find the rest of his body, and repaired him using a jet pack, a protocol droid translator's brain and a newer memory core. She essentially made him into a talking jet pack with a B1 battle droid's head and arms, with translator abilities. Useful if there was a trader who spoke something other than Galactic Basic or Huttese.
“Red,” said Ran as he marched up to her, large meaty hand raised to clap her on her shoulder, but she turned her body sideways and slung her wrench over the shoulder that was facing him. “good to see you. Be a darlin' and let Jaxan know I've got his goods?”
She silently stalked away, the bad feeling getting worse than before. As she sought the Jedi administrator, she noticed Meeri, an student about her own age, angrily brushing past her, heading straight for Ran Nasser. So focussed on the other student, Red bumped headlong into someone, and she looked up, then down, because it was Rawkill. “Forgive me, master.”
After a moment's consideration, she decided to reveal her feelings about Ran, “Captain Nasser has...arrived, with the newest supply of power converters.”
“DON'T GIVE ME THAT SITHSPIT!” said Meeri, jabbing a finger at Ran's face, “WHERE IS MY BROTHER!?!”
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Post by The Sable Count on Sept 26, 2017 17:59:19 GMT -8
”One can never be to careful,” said the Count to his guards, ”especially when you have a family like mine. I don’t know how much the Jedi Order has changed, but I’m not exactly expecting a warm welcome. I don’t think they will attack me before I explain my intentions though.”
The trio of ships descended into the hangar, the copper colors and Geonosian design standing out against the dull grey of the hangar. Putting on his gloves and clipping his lightsaber to his belt, Aderon stepped to the exit of his shuttle.
The rear hatch of the Solar Sailer opened, and out stepped Aderon, looking well as ever. He looked about for a moment before stepping out of his ship. He paused for one more moment before he began searching for a Jedi to assist him.
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Chalco
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Post by Chalco on Sept 27, 2017 16:27:43 GMT -8
Her lip twisted slightly in disgust as here eyes looked the creature up and down before she sniffed slightly, the acidic smell of metal and fumes making her blanch somewhat. Her eyes moved back to the Jedi as she spoke, her voice a raspy drawl of heavily accented basic."This... thing is your slave, yes?"Her eyes moved to rove around the gathered faces that peered at her in silence. They were kept back by a small barrier but their attention was enough to close her in. Her head moved slightly as she tracked the assembled mass before snapping back to the Jedi."They are all your slaves?" |
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Menzine
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Post by Menzine on Oct 1, 2017 14:14:12 GMT -8
The stench of the stench of the hangar continued to assault her senses while the lifeless drone of machinery seemed to tingle uncomfortably on her skin. Add to that the constant scrutiny of the beady eyes that surrounded them and Menzine was only too happy to be escorted from this place of sacrilege and sin. Still, she resisted the temptation to agree with the reptilian Jedi and his strange pet with the misshapen head. Instead she allowed herself time to compose herself under the gaze of the onlookers, clamping down on her nerves ruthlessly.
She let her gaze wander again, a slow sweep of the faces on her right first, tracking around to once again narrow at the ugly Ithorian who stood with irritating calm and patience. She still didn't respond to Master Gannor, her gaze moving past him to track across the faces on her left, coming to rest on a small blonde girl. Finally she allowed her impassive expression to break into a slight smile that she hoped was sinister more than it was warm, eyes locked on those of the girl.
"Of course, Jedi. I am here to aid you in whatever way I can."
With a slight heave of her shoulders she glided forward in the direction indicated, hem of her robeskin lapping lazily at the deck, keeping her feet obscured from view. Her gait was steady and elegant, back straight and shoulders set, showing no indication of the unease within..
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Chalco
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Post by Chalco on Oct 1, 2017 14:22:34 GMT -8
As Chalco kept his eyes on the Yuzhaan Vong as she continued to survey her surrounding he couldn't help but feel unease stir within him. While it was likely a natural reaction to having someone like her visit the world he had come to cherish and call home he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more at work here. The fact that he could not sense a thing from the being stood in front of him was troubling yet no more than it should do or had done in the past when he had encountered the Yuzhaan Vong. His inability to get a read on her was expected and something he had accounted for.
Yet there was still a sense of foreboding that he couldn't shake.
When she moved past him he nodded to Molan and fell in just behind and to her left, the Ithorian following at a discrete distance with his lumbering gait. Matching her pace he escorted her to the blaster doors, ignoring the looks of the gathered throng. Several Jedi managed to clear a path for them as they moved, allowing them to move into the Jedi Base proper.
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