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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Aug 15, 2015 23:41:17 GMT -8
*Ah, just as he thought, this was who he was told to look out for. When the young Jedi extended his hand in greeting, Aerandir took it and shook, smiling welcomingly and shaking his head at the apology.* "No need to apologize. I am Aerandir Calmcacil, headmaster of the base. What can I help you with?"
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Post by Synar Blackfyre on Aug 20, 2015 5:23:13 GMT -8
Shaking the man's hand, Kirito lets go and unclips his data pad from his belt and hands it to Aerandir.
"The subject of my visit would best be discussed in private Headmaster"
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Aug 22, 2015 20:25:30 GMT -8
*In private? Oh boy. Hopefully there was nothing too urgent or dire; and to be fair, not all meetings that needed to take place in private were grave. Regardless, Aerandir only nodded and started to turn.* "Very well," *he said, gesturing for him to follow.* "Come this way." *He then led Jedi Ozuna to the Council Chambers...*
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Post by The Shepherd on Sept 5, 2015 14:34:03 GMT -8
The twelve Skipray Blastboat fighters could almost be heard sighing with relief as their engines - which had been running ceaselessly since they first departed Felucia - finally powered down. Their pilots were barely able to clamber out of their cockpits, some actually collapsing on the landing bay floor as their feet touched it as if the powerful current of the Force surrounding Felucia shot straight up their ankles. In the center of the bay, the Spearhead's landing struts wheezed as the repulsorlifts holding her up cut out, and the boarding ramp almost fell. The crew was tired. Even their ships were tired. But making his way down the boarding ramp of the CR90 corvette was a man that had forsaken rest altogether.
Rutil Iorek was not one for pleasantries. So when the attendant of that particular section of the landing bay went to greet him, the old Jedi shot him a look that could have frozen Mustafar. Long strides took him sailing past the attendant, almost running him over outright as he made his way to the other side of the hangar, where the turbolifts and corridors would take him to meet with Master Calmcacil once again. Master Calmcacil and - if there was any justice - other Jedi that he had rallied to the cause.
They would be needed; while the Hapans had pledged support, they had appointed far fewer than Rutil had anticipated. And of them, only one had any Force potential. And even then, something about the armored man that would be heading the Hapan fleet felt wrong somehow. He was referred to as Master, and his aura, while not necessarily light, certainly wasn't dark. But something about it felt almost artificial. It might not have been anything. Technology always had a way of interfering with one's connection to the Force. And sometimes it wasn't even technology; heavy enough armor plates could prevent more direct applications of the Force outright. Nevertheless, this "Master Varro" had Rutil's attention.
And where one had the attention of Rutil Iorek, it all too often meant that a set of crosshairs weren't far behind.
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Captain Marris had never been closer to mutiny in his life.
He had followed orders he didn't like. Hell, he had given orders he secretly didn't want to see carried out. But in every case, the cause behind them was good, and the commander he answered to was reasonable. Marris wasn't sure that either applied in the case of Master Iorek. It did not take long for Captain Marris to resent the Zabrak and his domineering attitude, even as he tried to help him. And while he agreed with the Zabrak to a point - the Sith had to be exterminated, no question about it - Marris feared just how far Master Iorek would go to achieve that end. There was a fire in his eyes that burned cold, something he had never seen before. Something that told him that the Jedi would throw as many bodies onto the fire as it took to extinguish the dark side's threat. No matter the cost, Master Iorek would pay it. And the live he would throw away would have no say in the matter.
As he made his own way across the hangar, taking quick glances at his exhausted crew as he did so, he wondered how he was going to bring this up with Master Calmcacil.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Sept 24, 2015 19:50:27 GMT -8
*Tom did not know who this "Captain Halex" was, but it wasn't imperative that he knew; it was someone Raine was familiar with, maybe close to even, but most likely also the one who brought her to this world. He was departing it seemed, and partings were never pleasant... Tom stood at the entrance to the hangar, allowing Raine to seek out her quarry and say her farewells.*
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Post by Raine Bralor on Sept 28, 2015 20:04:39 GMT -8
*Raine stepped into the hangar with Tom, grateful that he agreed to let her say goodbye. She scanned the hangar until she spotted Captain Halex standing near the bottom of the Orion's loading ramp with her back turned.. Raine quickly ran over and gave Halex a hug. The captain turned and looked down, she gave a soft smile before returning the hug. Raine then noticed the duffle bag sitting at Halex's feet, and recognized it as her own. She looked back up at the captain, not quite sure what to say, but she guessed what they would be already. Even still, she wasn't really prepared for that.*
*A short time later. Raine was standing next to Tom, watching the Orion slowly lift from the floor and exit the hangar. The sound of the ships engines faded off into the distance as the vessel raced towards orbit. Once out of sight, Raine turned towards Tom and adjusted the duffle bag on her shoulder.* "I..guess I'm going to head back to the dorms and get some sleep. It..seems I'm really here now. That thought is finally sinking in a little harder then it did earlier."
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Oct 6, 2015 20:34:12 GMT -8
*Tom leaned against the wall beside the hangar's entrance, arms folded, watching the exchange between Raine and, presumably, Captain Halex with a small, sad smile. He knew not of their relationship, but they were at least close, and who knew how hard this was on the young girl for them to part like this. But such was the life for many a Jedi; in a way it was regrettable, but in return, the children would become incredible people, capable of so much. A small tradeoff in Tom's mind, but then...
Finally, Raine returned to his side with her duffel bag, and he removed himself from the wall, watching with her as the ship belonging to the captain departed the hangar. He then looked upon Raine as she decided she would return and get some rest, then voicing realization that she was actually here now, a student. Once more he gave her a sad smile as he spoke reassuringly.* It may seem hard, but you'll be in good company here. There are plenty of other children you can make friends with and learn from, and perhaps you can teach them a thing or two yourself? *He chuckled kindly and took a few steps away from the wall, turning toward the exit.* I will guide you back to the dormitories, then I shall take my leave. Come; you'll feel at home in no time. *Waiting for her to acknowledge, he would then leave for the dormitories so that she may find her rest...*
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Post by Raine Bralor on Oct 7, 2015 20:10:20 GMT -8
*Raines looked up at Tom and gave a nod.* "Yes, I'm ready to go get some sleep." *She gave one last look back at the hangar before speaking again.* "Then...maybe I could try making friends tomorrow. I've never had good practice with that."
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Nov 15, 2015 20:26:46 GMT -8
The personal starfighter of Crix would land smoothly within the hangar bay of the Felucian Enclave. Both pilot and ship looked weary and battered; the TwinTail had seen better days since it was an old fighter that once belonged to Crix's grandfather, the late Delmon Stratus. Crix tries to smooth out his long and dirtied blonde hair. His clothing was still what he had worn from the battlefield; dark armor and clothing covered by large red cloak. There was still mud on the bottom of his boots and the tip of his cape.
To Crix, it at least presented himself as a busy Jedi Lord, even if that business was war. Hopefully his appearance would help in garnering aid to ensuring Jabiim knew peace once more and that history was not repeated again. The Jabiimi Human looks around the hangar bay for a moment before walking down it calmly. His eyes glancing around to see if there was anyone here he could speak with.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Nov 21, 2015 20:54:58 GMT -8
*Home at last from the Kashyyyk campaign... And it was good to be home. The battle had gone far better than could have hoped, but battle was still battle, grueling, tiring, and it took a toll on all involved. Aerandir intended to get as much relaxation as he could, gain proper rest from the battle, and see his children.
And speaking of children, he had Mina to integrate into her new life. She had been able to wash up on the way here and put into something more clean for now, and she looked in far better shape. She was a pretty little thing too, but that had been difficult to see under the dirt and ragged hair. She had yet to smile, but her expression was at least far more hopeful now than it had ever been, or at least since Aerandir had encountered her.
On the shuttle ride down to the surface, she'd nearly pressed herself against the viewport trying to get a good look at the purple planet they descended upon. She seemed very intrigued by it, notably by the very large fungi and flower formations. Kashyyyk had mammoth trees, but these? They were unlike what other planets had to offer, and it was always entertaining watching someone's first reaction to seeing such large flora up close.
As the ship landed in the hangar, Mina suddenly became energetic, dashing toward the ship's ramp. He and Michelle caught up to her, leading her down the ramp and into the noisy hangar. Aerandir had mistaken her enthusiasm for wanting to go see the inside of the base, but she had instead wanted to go outside and take a closer look at the overgrown flora.
It warmed Aerandir's heart that she had come so alive now, instead of being that broken and quiet little girl hiding in a prison cell. Smiling, he agreed, but said that they wouldn't venture far out, only to the edge of the fungal forest. She almost smiled, though didn't, as she ran out ahead of him, the siblings jogging to catch up. She asked questions, about the growths, about the world itself, questions Aerandir willingly answered. Her enthusiasm would have made Morgan excited, and he had no doubt the two of them could become easy friends. Where was she at the moment anyway? Probably out in the jungle, as usual...*
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*Bix had stepped into the hangar, idly brushing his hand over his goatee as he kept an eye out for whom he was supposed to be meeting. Instead, his eyes found Aerandir and Michelle. Oh, good, so they'd returned. Bix very much wanted to ask how the campaign went, but for now, duty called; that, and he was sure the man wished to rest—
A girl? There was a girl with them, one Bix didn't recognize. A refugee brought back from the planet? Curious... Bix smirked to himself, mumbling,* "Don't tell me he adopted another war orphan," *before watching them head out toward the jungle. Well, that freed Bix up to look for the TwinTail he was told about, and the "Jedi Lord" Crix Stratus.
It wasn't hard to find of course; new ships were pretty easy to spot, but TwinTails especially, seeing as they were uncommon around these parts. Throughout Bix's entire career, for that matter. Approaching the man beside the ship, he scratched at his beanie briefly then lowered his arms, bowing to him.* "Lord Stratus? I'm Master McDouglas of the Felucian Conclave, how may I be of service?"
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Nov 24, 2015 12:27:41 GMT -8
*It wasn't hard to find of course; new ships were pretty easy to spot, but TwinTails especially, seeing as they were uncommon around these parts. Throughout Bix's entire career, for that matter. Approaching the man beside the ship, he scratched at his beanie briefly then lowered his arms, bowing to him.* "Lord Stratus? I'm Master McDouglas of the Felucian Conclave, how may I be of service?" Crix would turn to the sound of someone approaching him. His muscles tensed slightly, as his body was still in the battle mode from the recent conflict on Jabiim. Yet the Jedi Lord relaxed his muscles without the tension in his body being physically noticed by the approaching Jedi Master. Crix would bow before McDouglas, showing due respect for being acknowledged, before speaking.Master McDouglas, I am indeed Crix Stratus, the Third of His Name, Jedi Lord of Jabiim. I have come to speak with you and your enclave about a matter most urgent. My brother had sent a communication to the Council, but received no response. So I came personally to speak.He pulls a datapad out of his back pocket and hands it to McDouglas. The pad was filled with the Jabiim local reports involving the ongoing civil strife that seemed to be tearing the fabric of Crix's kingdom. After a moment of silence, the Jabiim male would speak up once more.I do not wish to repeat the ruthlessness of my ancestor, Xiarr the Ruthless, who edged very close to the dark side with his ambition to unite Jabiim under one banner and one Lord. War can bring out the dark side tendency within us all, Master McDouglas. I was hoping to call upon the Felucian Enclave to act as a mediator. If that cannot be achieved, at least I will be content knowing that I tried for a peaceful resolve.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Nov 24, 2015 18:18:58 GMT -8
*Message to the Council... ah, right. Bix's eyes showed recollection and he nodded, though waited for the man to continue speaking, accepting the datapad offered him as well. Bix skimmed over the reports shown, some of them he was mildly familiar with, though he otherwise furrowed his brows at the details being shown.
He looked up when Lord Stratus spoke of his desire not to repeat the mistakes of his ancestor, who nearly fell to the dark side in his attempts to unify Jabiim. Bix nodded and said,* "Yes, you gotta be careful not to go too far when trying to unite people. It's a difficult balance..."
*He fought off a sigh, then continued,* "Sorry we didn't get back to you. That call came when we were planning the assault on the Sith of Kashyyyk." *Glancing toward the direction of the hangar's entrance, where Aerandir and the two girls had wandered, he added,* "Which I'm assuming went well." *Bix then returned his attention to the Jedi Lord.* "Is there anything I can do for you, or would you rather get right down to discussion?"
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Nov 29, 2015 12:34:04 GMT -8
Crix would notice the glance of the Jedi and took a glance as well, noticing Aerandir wandering nearby. His posture and aura within the Force; was this the Jedi Master of the Felucian Enclave? Jabiim was a relatively isolated world, ensuring little news came from the galaxy. Nothing compared to the Hapan Consortium, but isolated nonetheless. After a moment, the Jabiimi male would turn back to McDouglas and nod his head affirmatively.
Every moment is precious, Master McDouglas. I would like to seek a peaceful resolution to my civil strife so that the people may know peace once more. A peace that my father and grandfather worked hard to continue. That is why I came to Felucia in person, to discuss this at length.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Nov 29, 2015 18:10:04 GMT -8
*Somewhat as expected, Lord Stratus preferred to talk quickly. A sign of a serious and dedicated leader then, but if he meant to waste no time, then neither would Bix. Nodding, he turned, saying,* "Right, this way then," *and making a brief gesture for him to follow before he departed for the Council Chambers.*
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Dec 2, 2015 21:13:51 GMT -8
*Mina's excitable curiosity had eventually subsided into awe at her new surroundings. She would stare at one fungal formation before diverting her attention to another oversized plant growth, hear the distant call of an avian or cry of a forest-dweller and turn her head towards it, as though attempting to spot the creature. It was charming to watch, but the sudden chime from Aerandir's commlink broke the scene, drawing attention from all three parties as he drew it, took a few steps away, then answered the call.
It was Culex, the orbital AI, alerting him that their expected arrival, the unnamed Hawk-class freighter, had arrived. Aerandir remembered the call, from a Jedi he was vaguely familiar with, requesting expedited clearance, as well as assistance for two that required medical attention, and two that "should be considered hostile and rather dangerous." And they picked now to arrive? Well, a Jedi's duty was never done.
He acknowledged before switching to his datapad, sending messages to a handful of other masters who'd agreed to be on hand for the arrival, then he turned toward the girls. First looking at Michelle, he said,* "That call I told you about, the people we were expecting? They're here." *She understood and nodded as he put his attention on Mina, kneeling in front of her and placing a hand on her shoulder gently.* "Mina, listen to me. Some people are coming and I have to meet with them. They need my help, and there may be danger. Stay close to me, got it?"
*She examined him for a moment, a bit of concern in her eyes, before she nodded. He offered her a reassuring smile before standing, gesturing for her to follow him back into the hangar. She did so, Michelle at his other side as they reentered the base. Now Mina took the time to look around at all the other ships present, of all types, and the various crewmembers of different species hanging about or tending to the ships.
They were soon met by two other Masters, a Quarren Jedi and none other than Tom Klanzo. The former took little interest in Mina other than to greet her, and Mina seemed captivated by the creature; perhaps she'd never seen one up close before. Tom had offered a smile and a nod as well as a greeting, being his usual friendly self; had they not gathered together for a potentially-serious encounter, he might have spoken to her more fully. But for now, they awaited the arrival of the freighter.
Mina's right hand slipped into Aerandir's left. He was a bit surprised at the gesture, but he gently squeezed it and gave her a reassuring smile. Now to hope this all went smoothly...*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2015 17:36:37 GMT -8
The Shadowmoon continued it's descent towards the Temple Hangar, or perhaps a more correct terms was miniature spaceport, as the crew were guided to one of the larger landing area's by local traffic control. The Corvette touched down a few minutes later and extended the boarding ramp, allowing Aellemere and Avanoraa to disembark, whilst the cargo elevator lowered to allow the workers and extra supplies they had brought on Master Rawkill's behalf to also unload. The two women could already feel the abundance of Force Energy having something of a revitalising effect on them as they awaited Master Rawkill's descent, intending to follow the Jedi Master as he went about his duties to get to know the Felucian Conclave a little better, and pass some time until the headmaster here was a little less busy
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 3:47:38 GMT -8
The four Vanguard Gunships quickly made their way down toward the temple, before landing in a group on landing area near to where the Shadowmoon had touched down. Master Rawkill was the first to disembark, quickly followed by Farseer Azgoard and Anchorite Vellam, with Rawkill leading the way over to Avanoraa and Aellemere, whilst the crews of the four spears got to work unloading the gear they had brought down. Felucia was a remarkable place based upon it's history alone, but the Jedi Temple here was something else entirely, especially since it was the last real bastion of the Jedi Order. He felt a small sadness that Constance and Athos weren't here, but they both had their own duties to attend to, and if would have done them no good to have the entire Council of First Knowledge gathered in the one place for no other reason then to marvel at a Temple. Rawkill then turned his thoughts back to the current situation, as he wondered for a moment if someone was meant to be meeting them or not. If it was the latter, then Rawkill was certain he would be able to lead the group to the Archives, but for now he waited, and would take action based on whether someone arrived on not
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Dec 12, 2015 15:05:28 GMT -8
Far above, a well-kept Hawk-class freighter approached the Jedi base's hangar. As it landed, the side ports exuded thick puffs of steam out of its narrow back port, regulating the internal air pressure to match it with the surrounding atmosphere. The ship settled roughly into the planet's gravity, its age showing in a series of groans and pops as the main hatch to the cargo bay opened.
From outside the ship, anyone looking in could see all the way down the narrow passageway connecting all of the minute compartments clear the to cockpit. Halfway down the corridor, a small woman sat with her back to a compartment door, her head resting on her knees, her arms wrapped around her legs so that one hand dangled close to a shoto on her hip. The cockpit door was open; from inside it, a droid that seemed almost too large from the space stepped out, followed by a young girl. The droid nodded at the woman as she passed; the woman nodded in return without a word.
"Ready?" the droid said instead, presumably to the girl behind her. The gears of her shoulders whirred as she shrugged forward, indicating the vague shadows of people outside the ship. "There they are."
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Post by Keith-070 on Dec 12, 2015 17:03:52 GMT -8
"Have you gotten the identity of the craft they're expecting?" *Keith asked Corinne as the ship descended ever closer to the familiar design of the Jedi Base below.*
"Yes," *the AI replied.* "An undesignated HWK-290 light freighter." *Her holographic image disappeared, replaced with a display of the ship's class, as her voice continued,* "It's apparently being piloted by one 'Vidalu Na'an,' and her copilot 'Leigh.' Other than the details the Control AI gave me, I'm uncertain of other passengers."
"'A potentially-dangerous arrival.'" *Keith repeated, taking his visor away from the hologram after committing its design to memory.
The hologram vanished, replaced once more with Corinne's form, who nodded.* "Two who were considered 'potentially hostile,' to be specific. I know nothing other than that."
"Aerandir and the Jedi already have a plan no doubt. With me there, there's nothing they have to worry about."
*Corinne gave a weary smile.* "You've really been looking forward to this reunion haven't you?"
*He had. More than that, he'd been looking forward to seeing Morgan once more. But even though he was at last here, his mind had shifted focus to service. It had been some time since he had lent the Calmcacil family his assistance; had he not spent time serving on Belkadan, he was sure his muscles would have ached for some action, though his mind certainly didn't wish to see any harm come to the Base or its residents.*
"You could say that," *was his simple answer at length.
The final descent continued in silence as at last they reached the hangar, Keith immediately spotting the ship in question. His eyes quickly scanned the available space, and, almost like a machine, he maneuvered the CR25 into a lot befitting the ship's size. His actions continued to be almost mechanical as the ship entered landing sequence, set down upon the hangar floor, and powered down. Corinne uploaded herself into his armor once more as he marched towards the ship's ramp, striding out into the hangar.
Aerandir Calmcacil. The man looked barely changed. He was approaching the HWK-290 with Michelle, who definitely seemed older. At his side were two Jedi, a man named Tom Klanzo whom Keith recognized, a Quarren he was unfamiliar with, and... a small girl with blond hair. She was definitely new. And not a Morgan in sight...
Thoughts for later. He reached for his assault weapon, then paused, not wanting to alarm anyone. Lowering his hand, he simply approached the Jedi, meeting him before the ship's ramp, and nodded to him.* "Aerandir Calmcacil. I am to believe you're expecting an 'potentially-dangerous arrival.'" *He nodded toward the ship, indicating he was aware of the current need.* "Tell me where you need me."
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Dec 12, 2015 17:34:23 GMT -8
*The hangar was becoming a busy place, it seemed, with several ships landing other than the freighter they were expecting. Mina seemed intimidated, pressing herself against his side, gripping his hand even more tightly. He again gave it a reassuring squeeze as, at last, the Hawk-class freighter appeared in the hangar.* "That's the ship we're looking for," *he announced, though mostly for Mina's sake. He took a step forward, unclipping his lightsaber from his belt and holding it at the ready.* "Easy does it. Hopefully we won't have to use these."
*Michelle, Tom, and the Quarren followed suit, holding their lightsabers out, deactivated, as they made their way toward the ship. They could see movement within, and Aerandir recognized the armor immediately as soon as he saw it; that was armor one didn't forget. And, according to Morgan, similar in appearance to the entity she'd encountered upon Haruun Kal...
Another ship arrived as they approached, Aerandir paying little mind to it. It was a CR25, but not one of his. Modified... Curious. He'd taken his attention away from it, focused intently on the Hawk... That was, until he saw who descended from the ship's ramp. His eyes widened slightly. Now that was someone he hadn't seen in some time... And hadn't expected to see. The large, armored soldier had quickly spotted them, approaching their direction.
He felt Mina press against himself again. Once more squeezing her hand, he looked down at her and reassuringly muttered,* "He's one of my friends. There's no need to worry." *She skeptically removed herself from his side, but otherwise didn't take her eyes off the behemoth.
At last, Keith reached him, addressing him by name. But it was no mere greeting, no "long time no see"; the man immediately stated he was aware of the "potentially-aware arrival" within the Hawk—Corinne collected that information for him, no doubt—and was offering his aid in their "reception." Aerandir allowed himself a smile. It had been years since the two had crossed paths, and their first meeting since then was him offering his service to him.*
"Good to see you too, Keith," *Aerandir replied, in spite of the situation.* "You're obviously aware of what's up. Two people who I'm told 'should be considered hostile and dangerous.' Along with two who may require medical assistance, and the two owners of the ship. There were supposed to be four of us Masters but one of them is preoccupied, so we got Michelle for that."
"I'm honored to be given this duty, Master," *Michelle quickly quipped, bowing to him. Turning toward Keith, she added,* "I'm glad to see you again, Keith!"
"Likewise," *added Tom, mustache curled in a smile.* "And your timing could not be more fortuitous."
"Indeed," *Aerandir added, looking back toward the ship.* "Things should go smoothly, but with your help, it's almost guaranteed. We can catch up later."
*Mina remained quiet throughout the entire exchange, watching all of them, but mostly analyzing the seemingly cold and emotionless "robot" in front of her. Or was it a robot? She couldn't quite tell, and no one had said anything that made it seem otherwise. She had many questions, but was unable to ask them. It wasn't an appropriate time to ask regardless, so that worked out, she supposed. Right now, they had dangerous guests to deal with... She hadn't even got a chance to settle down...*
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