Morgan Calmcacil
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Post by Morgan Calmcacil on Dec 15, 2015 0:50:17 GMT -8
*The older girl on the ground ceased to tremble when the mental assault died down. Morgan was grateful for this and unable to keep a sigh of relief from escaping her lips; that alone had been bad enough! Now she just had the girl's confusion and fear to deal with, along with Mina's own fright and longing for safety. The target of that thought was... her daddy? Well, Morgan almost wanted him as well, but she would've thought this girl would have had someone else on the mind who she'd look to for comfort and protection...
Morgan had no time to speculate, she had to focus. The girl on the ground was mumbling something about not remembering, then a moment later looked up, stating that "the attack" made her forget. Attack? Did she mean what just happened, or something before now?* "What attack?" *she asked, glancing up at the ship. Things seemed to be calming down inside... that was good. Morgan debating getting out of range with Mina, and dragging Gracie along for good measure, but it appeared she was preoccupied at the moment.
Another thought came to her. Maybe Morgan could find out what she did remember and work from there? At least, enough to calm her down?* "What's your name?"
*Immediately her attention was drawn up to the ship's ramp, where her daddy and Michelle descended with a hoverchair, an unconscious woman atop it. Morgan didn't recognize her, but something about her face did seem somehow familiar. Mina stirred at her side, taking a step or two forward before pausing. Daddy noticed this and beckoned Mina to follow. Mina hesitated, taking a look between him and Morgan, before darting off after him.
Good, one less thing for Morgan to worry about. And only a few moments later her attention returned to the ramp, for there, at the top, stood her mama. Morgan gasped softly, grinning and starting to stand before rooting herself; she couldn't just abandon this girl right now! She could at least look at her mama, maybe plead with her eyes for some kind of help for the panicking teenager that was thrust upon her. But Mama looked and most of all felt very tired. She needed rest... and this girl needed help! Morgan couldn't do it. She could do what she could, but what she wanted was to get free of this place, to rest herself and her blistered fingers, to spend time with her mama who was finally home...*
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Dec 15, 2015 19:58:11 GMT -8
Elly waking up hit Na'an like a punch to the face. If her back had not been to the door, she might have staggered, buckled against the second onslaught in so few days; as it was, the durasteel braced her posture as she made space for Master Calmcacil to flow past her and into the medbay. She didn't relieve her stance; Rutil Iorek had forced his way onto the ship in the Master's absence, and there was no time or point in which to show him her weakness. There was a Sith behind her that needed containing--there was a job that needed to be finished.
Instead, Na'an forced herself to breathe deep through her nose, focusing on the feel of the air in her lungs, the pulse of oxygen as it flowed out of them and into her veins. Inhale; the body, not the mind. Exhale; the breath feeding her muscles, bolstering her bones, threading through the pores of her skin. The Force was there, in the flesh and in the blood, and she did not need to be among the thoughts of others to touch it. She did not need to use her mind to know.
The exercise was a work in progress, as it always was when she couldn't put it to proper use. It was better when she could--but there was no time. As imperfect as it was, it was a distraction while the red flare Eliana Shan had sent up inside her skull dulled, then died as she slipped back into unconsciousness. When the Master and Adelle wheeled her off the ship, past a crying Kent and far from Leigh, Na'an was calm. Her eye hurt like a chakaar, but she was calm.
"I'll follow your lead, sir," she said to Rutil, "But I think it's best we let him know where he stands before we open this door. If he knows his sister's intact he'll cooperate."
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Adelle Bastiel
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Dec 16, 2015 8:40:22 GMT -8
Morgan knelt at the foot of the ramp, eyes wide and pleading. Begging. That look had haunted her during the trip and now it stared her in the face. Tired though she was, Adelle couldn't say no. She couldn't just leave her daughter to do something so much bigger than herself. Breathing in deep, she walked with a strength she didn't feel and knelt by Kent's side, scooping up the scrawny girl in her arms. Kent weighed much less than she expected, which was a blessing. Drawing on the Force to sustain her, she carried Kent to her office with Morgan in tow. Both, it seemed, needed tending to.
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Post by The Shepherd on Dec 16, 2015 14:40:27 GMT -8
Elly waking up hit Na'an like a punch to the face. If her back had not been to the door, she might have staggered, buckled against the second onslaught in so few days; as it was, the durasteel braced her posture as she made space for Master Calmcacil to flow past her and into the medbay. She didn't relieve her stance; Rutil Iorek had forced his way onto the ship in the Master's absence, and there was no time or point in which to show him her weakness. There was a Sith behind her that needed containing--there was a job that needed to be finished. Instead, Na'an forced herself to breathe deep through her nose, focusing on the feel of the air in her lungs, the pulse of oxygen as it flowed out of them and into her veins. Inhale; the body, not the mind. Exhale; the breath feeding her muscles, bolstering her bones, threading through the pores of her skin. The Force was there, in the flesh and in the blood, and she did not need to be among the thoughts of others to touch it. She did not need to use her mind to know. The exercise was a work in progress, as it always was when she couldn't put it to proper use. It was better when she could--but there was no time. As imperfect as it was, it was a distraction while the red flare Eliana Shan had sent up inside her skull dulled, then died as she slipped back into unconsciousness. When the Master and Adelle wheeled her off the ship, past a crying Kent and far from Leigh, Na'an was calm. Her eye hurt like a chakaar, but she was calm. "I'll follow your lead, sir," she said to Rutil, "But I think it's best we let him know where he stands before we open this door. If he knows his sister's intact he'll cooperate.""Boy," Rutil said, his voice as gnarled and rough as his face, "we have the ship surrounded, we have a base full of Jedi, and we have your sister getting the best care available to her. If you open the door, come out with your hands up, and do so right now, you might actually see her again." It wasn't the silver tongue he had used to ply the Hapans, but it would have to do. Rutil knew, Na'an knew, and the Sith beyond knew that anything less than total compliance with the Zabrak Jedi Master's orders would only end one way. |
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Tom Klanzo
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Dec 16, 2015 22:03:09 GMT -8
*Rutil Iorek... The Zabrak Jedi had come to the Felucian base not too long ago, proposing action against the Sith, lest the Jedi become too complacent and let their numbers grow. And action had been taken, but at what cost? Tom was far from opposed to the sacking of the "sacred grounds" of the Sith on Korriban—if anything related to Sith could have been considered "sacred"—but the reports of the collateral damage were more than a little concerning. Not that Tom believed any "civilians" on the surface were likely of good intentions, but had they the proof? Was it necessary?
"Much must be sacrificed in war," as they say, but Tom only hoped the sacrifice wasn't too great. Everything happened for a reason.
He stood outside the ship's ramp, the Quarren Jedi on his left side, the supersoldier Keith on his right. The Zabrak had taken it upon himself to stand at the forefront of the party, which admittedly put Tom at a small sense of unease, considering his almost-unhealthy obsession with seeking out practitioners of the dark side. But his words suggested that, unless met with resistance, death was not the response. As well it shouldn't be; if they had a Sith in their possession, there was perhaps some modicum of hope they could turn him.
But if the Sith gave them reason to put him down, Tom could not deny that option. But if he could help it, the Sith would not meet his end here, for the sake of his sister.*
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Dec 23, 2015 11:53:57 GMT -8
Cao felt as the healer, despite her methods, stopped his sister's panic. There was nothing more that he could do. His awareness retreated back into his body, much to the darkness's disappointment, and he closed his eyes.
When next they opened, the mismatched irises shone bright, free of the yellow taint of the dark side. And then Rutil spoke from outside the door.
"Boy," Rutil said, his voice as gnarled and rough as his face, "we have the ship surrounded, we have a base full of Jedi, and we have your sister getting the best care available to her. If you open the door, come out with your hands up, and do so right now, you might actually see her again."
He smiled, pushing himself up onto his feet and holding his hands up.
"You'll have to forgive me, but this is the only way I can open the door."
He closed his eyes again, reaching out with the Force towards the external door controls, and triggered the release. The door slid open, allowing Rutil a clear view of his former student. His eyes opened again, looking up at the Zabrak teacher, and there was no hostility in them.
"It's been a while. I've learned."
He remembered that the Zabrak had not been one for diplomacy, nor for extended speeches. So he chose his words carefully, hopefully to provide the most information with the fewest syllables.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2015 19:52:02 GMT -8
Titus watched the comings and goings around the ship, barely even registering the psychic bomb that had varying degrees of effect on those near the ship. He'd been about to lend a hand to the younger members, but just as quickly as it had begun, it was over, and a woman was carted out of the ship and off towards the med bay. With his interest in the matter already waning, Titus turned slightly and headed into the base proper, to find the Archives and meet with Master Rawkill
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Dec 27, 2015 14:09:01 GMT -8
Caoimhin was looking past Na'an to Rutil when the door opened, but it was Na'an who spoke first. She stepped into the breach the open hatch left, her face set in hard, careful lines. The only sign of distress she displayed was the mildest of twitches, pulling at the scar that cut across her eyebrow.
"I wish we could believe that." Her right hand rose into the space between them, palm upwards. Her left hovered at her hip, her thumb pushing up the fabric of her shirt to reach her shoto's activation stud. "Your other weapons. Then your hands."
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Post by Yleqos A'Kles on Dec 27, 2015 19:42:22 GMT -8
*As though there hadn't already been enough activity in the Felucian Base's hangar, another shuttle made its way into the large opening in the establishment. The ship itself was, fortunately, only a temporary arrival, but its passengers were, for the foreseeable future, permanent. The Caamasi Jedi Master within had taken charge in dealing with orbital control, submitting identity and code clearances in order to be allowed to land within the hangar, and the ship was directed towards the planet's surface.
Felucia was an... interesting choice for the new heart of the Jedi Order, and certainly a far cry from the endless cityscape of Coruscant. The world sported such strange geography, but it certainly boasted deep enrichment in the Force. It was welcoming to the Jedi, and would certainly help mask their presence here.
Yleqos had introduced himself and Narvos during the flight, explaining their roles in the Order: That Yleqos had been a Master of the Coruscant Temple, and Narvos a Brute guard. And now they had to flee their home while under assault by unknown forces and alert the rest of the Jedi, as the Temple had began to dwindle in numbers until it was decided to make the Temple a museum of sorts, with the pair of them remaining as caretakers.
But now this was the new home of the Jedi Order, and, for now, theirs as well. It was much more humid here than Coruscant, something they would have to get used to. For now...*
"It appears we both need to seek a Master," *he commented towards the girl, before correcting himself.* "Well, I suppose I am one. But I need to seek out one to tell them of the events at the Coruscant Temple, and you need to introduce yourself into the Order..."
"And a shower wouldn't hurt," *Narvos commented gruffly, folding his arms and looking away.
Yleqos said nothing, but silently agreed.*
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Mary Cerulea
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Dec 27, 2015 20:00:49 GMT -8
While she listened intently, or as far as they could tell behind her blank metal mask, Mary wasn't one for long conversations. In many cases it seemed she was being as brief as possible with her answers. She also avoided answering any questions about her past. That she was a force user was obvious, but beyond that wasn't much info. Anyone trying to get a read on her.
In truth the promise of a shower after nearly a year spent running & hiding sounded like heaven. However, she didn't let any of it show in her body language.
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Understood. Directions?
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Dec 27, 2015 21:24:25 GMT -8
There was a higher number of Wookiees present than before within the Felucian Enclave; these were the homeless, the orphaned, but yet all were hopeful. The Jedi had liberated their planet from the long endured oppression and occupation of the Sith, hope had once been but a spark and was now a raging fire within their eyes. The young gazed upon the hangar and the all sorts of spaceships. The older watched over their young and made sure they were cared for. Yet one would stand out among them as a large Silverback Wookiee, cloaked and hooded, knelt down beside a wounded Wookiee pup. The imposing hooded figure would knee down and begin to heal the broken leg, ensuring that the pain went away and that the child was no longer crying in such pain. As the whimpers died and the child relaxed, the hooded figure smiled, causing the Wookiee child to purr happily and thank the unknown healer.
Chuundar would quietly pat the young child and continue to move among the crowd, making sure all those that were wounded were tended to. He even stopped working and played with the Wookiee children who lost their families to the desperation of the Sith. In his native tongue, the Jedi told the children stories of their ancestors, of the galaxy, of the Jedi and the Republic. The Wookiee's extensive knowledge allowed him to weave heroic tales of famous Jedi and the Republic's finest. He was able to entertain the orphans for hours, making them enjoy the suspense and heroics of each tale spoken.
Although Chuundar hoped to remain low-profile for now, he had become oblivious to the crowd of Wookiee children that surrounded him now to listen to his tales and be comforted by an elder of their kind. To them, each story was aimed to give them hope. To Chuundar, he hoped that the lessons of the past would give the orphans what they needed to stand up and keep walking forward. For these orphans were the future and they deserved a better future than what was endured by the villainous Sith overlords that killed so many of their kind.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2015 23:07:26 GMT -8
Master Sacuru arrived to the Hangar Bay, having volunteered to greet the large number of his people that had just arrived from the recent liberation of Kashyyyk. He stood for a moment, breath taken by the sheer number and variance of his people that were gathered, but of their number, one caught his eye more than the others. He wore a cloak and hid his face with a hood, which drew more attention to him amongst a group of wookiee's, than the fact he seemed to have managed to heal an injured younglings leg. Sacuru approached the Wookiee, making sure he was in full view so he didn't catch his brethren by surprise, before greeting him their native tongue
// Greetings brother, and welcome to Felucia. I am Jedi Master Sacuru, and I have been tasked with welcoming you all to our Temple... //
Master Plur Jajamal arrived a few minutes later to the hangar bay, having been informed of the impending arrival of a group from his home world of Tatooine, seeking to meet with the Jedi Order. It was rare for natives of Tatooine to venture off world, mostly because many of them lacked the technology and aptitude to do so. Plus was one of those rare few who had left his homeworld and ventured forth, training his rare skills with the Force to become a Jedi, and so now, he was the perfect candidate to meet with the one known as Nartaga
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Post by Nartaga on Dec 29, 2015 16:14:38 GMT -8
The Shaadlar-type troopship made its descent towards the Jedi Temple's landing bay at quite an alarming speed. At first glance it would seem the ship would collide with the deck, but at nearly the last possible moment the thrusters came to life. The ship spun in the air one hundred and eighty degrees, presenting its rear ramp towards the Temple. It was a classic combat landing for those wishing to make a quick drop off, but in this particular case it was because the instruments in the ship did not give a proper reading of the area until they were too close to correct. The ship's speed slowly significantly and it finally landed, extending the six legs underneath it to support the ship.
Now that the ship was up the age and condition of it showed greatly. There were numerous battle scars, some looking almost days fresh. Somehow some sand from Tatooine had stayed in the joints of the legs, and a thin trail of sand now blew across the deck. The R'Crurak clan symbol was painted in crimson on the side of the ship, as well as some Tusken writing underneath. To those who could read and understand Tusken, which would be nearly next to no one outside of the Tusken people, the worn words read Undying Will.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"Was that landing really necessary, Kar'Orzh? We do not want them to think we are reckless children, or worse."
Kar'Orzh lowered his head in apology to Nartaga.
-Kar'Orzh in Tusken-
"My apologies Head Councilor. The coordinates in the data packet led us to the correct place, but we had gained too much speed in our descent. I will make corrections for the next time."
Nartaga nodded and stood up, and made his way to the troop bay in the ship, ready to meet with the envoy the Jedi had sent to them.
The ramp opened and hit the ground with a metallic thud. Quickly Fourteen R'Crurak Dunewalkers made two lines on both sides of the ramp leading out. Their weapons were in hand but they held them close at attention with both hands. Two more Tuskens exited soon after. Nartaga was in the lead, looking for the envoy, and close behind him was Kal'Shor, who was acting as his personal bodyguard. Both were silent, but Nartaga was in awe. He had never felt this much energy from a planet. There was so much life here. To him, this planet was the exact opposite of his home. Full of life, plants, water. He almost could not believe he had made it here. He remained calm on the outside, to maintain his composure, but he was absolutely giddy.
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Dec 29, 2015 18:07:40 GMT -8
Master Sacuru arrived to the Hangar Bay, having volunteered to greet the large number of his people that had just arrived from the recent liberation of Kashyyyk. He stood for a moment, breath taken by the sheer number and variance of his people that were gathered, but of their number, one caught his eye more than the others. He wore a cloak and hid his face with a hood, which drew more attention to him amongst a group of wookiee's, than the fact he seemed to have managed to heal an injured younglings leg. Sacuru approached the Wookiee, making sure he was in full view so he didn't catch his brethren by surprise, before greeting him their native tongue// Greetings brother, and welcome to Felucia. I am Jedi Master Sacuru, and I have been tasked with welcoming you all to our Temple... // |
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Post by khazak on Dec 30, 2015 0:00:29 GMT -8
Khazak had more or less stowed away on master Aerandir's ship. He hadn't spoken with the man, nor had he been asked to give up his saber once Anya and Saris had explained his situation. It was understood he was to be inducted into the order, but was to be trained and stay with Anya until she deemed him safe to be alone. So he had sat in silence alone in one of the corners of the ship. He had meditated as Anya taught him before the battle, attempting to purge the darkness from himself while simultaneously honing his battle meditation. During what seemed to him a brief flight Khazak had managed to suppress the storm within himself enough to stop from drawing attention from all but the most force sensitive on board.
Upon arrival the others disembarked to go about their tasks. Khazak slowly walked down the ramp leading out of the ship looking around the hangar bay. No one had told him what he was supposed to do once he reached Felucia, he could only assume the plans were going as they should. As he stepped from the ramp to the ground he surveyed the scene around himself, Jedi going to and fro, greetings, goodbyes, and conversations of all kind going on around him. Khazak did the only thing he thought was reasonable and stood in front of the ship waiting for someone to approach him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 13:11:24 GMT -8
Slowly, Dandleion and Mary made their way to the hangar bay. As always, it was bustling with activity. A line of Tuskens, a group of wookies, a lone bald Jedi with some business or another; the hangar, and Felucia itself it seemed, had become very active. Shaking his head, Dand made his way to a more obscure part of the deck, where a dark green needle nosed ship - a Fire Lotus starfighter, rested on the deck. Its shield blossom painted gold, it, rather whimsically, looked for all the world an uprooted Dandelion. In a hub behind the cockpit, the domed head of Dand's R8 droid, R8-5P - whom he called Rasp - turned to look at him and give a dull hoot. Dand raised a hand towards it, and popping the canopy, retrieved a few items before securing the canopy down again. "Here. Comm unit with medium encrypter, datapad, standard Jedi utility belt." He turned to converse with Rasp for a few seconds, before turning back to Mary. "There. My R8 should be sending you a list of available ships; either abandoned, in ruin, or left behind. Select one, and we'll see if its in working order."
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Post by Mary Cerulea on Dec 30, 2015 14:02:11 GMT -8
Quickly flipping through the list, Mary found most of the craft were either too small, barely more than shuttles or stripped of everything up to & including parts of the hull. One example proved at least theoretically promising.
The Ndathoggu Tempest was an old Starwind-class pleasure yacht, at least two or three hundred years old. Most of the equipment (a long with the expensive bits) had long been stripped out for other repairs & the entire left wing had been opened up at some point & gutted. Most of the powerful hull was still present, if somewhat dismantled, & the design was solid enough to serve as a starting point. Luckily, the central Lifepod had been left in the ship, though its hyperdrive & engines had also been gutted.
-Mary
Assuming I can get parts, I can work with this.
For the first time since they had meet, Mary was showing something other than dull monotone. She almost sounded excited. A quick look though the ship turned up an old OOM pilot droid & the shell of a H-1ME battle mechanic. The OOM could be fixed up in short order, but the H-1ME would have to be completely rebuilt. Maybe Mary could salvage off some parts from a astromech, as she never did like the trash can design. A quick trip to the Tech labs was in order.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 14:22:23 GMT -8
"You...have fun with all that." Said Dand, curling his lip at the all the grease and technical work. Shifting his gaze, his mind wandering away from his animated Padawan, Dand's gaze fell on the bald - no, just buzz cut - man near the ship from earlier. He bothered Dand, for whatever reason. He left a bad impression in the air, a slight dimming in the force, almost like. "A Sith?" Dand's hand fell to his saber, and his eyes darted to his Padawan. She wasn't ready for a fight of this magnitude. Neither was he, for that matter. Thankfully, though, Dand was trained well enough to put the brakes on that entire thought process. "Stop. Breathe." The golden haired Epicanthix scrutinized the man once more. Surely a Sith who was here to fight wouldn't be standing around awkwardly. Indeed, he looked more nervous than anything. His hand falling away from his saber, Dand slowly made his way across the deck to the man. No doubt his appearance, all green with a head of gold, would be somewhat startling. His mind, being Epicanthix, would be pretty much as force dead as a rock - something that also tended to disconcert. Dand always made due however. "Welcome to Felucia! I welcome you with loud salutations, and open arms that may embrace you!"
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Post by khazak on Dec 30, 2015 15:18:47 GMT -8
Khazak had not failed to notice the man's previous action of placing his hand on the hilt of his saber. The moment he had noticed, Khazak's own hand concealed from the man by the rest of his body and his cloak had immediately gripped the hilt of his own, before releasing it when the man approached. As the Epicanthrix approached him Khazak's yellow eyes narrowed as he inspected the man. He was blonde and clothed entirely in green. "Open arms and a ready saber as it would appear, my name is Khazak, are you the one who is to induct me into the order?" Khazak asked the man.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2015 15:32:58 GMT -8
"Careful. I'm a hugger." Said Dand with a far too wide smile. Should the man not duck or move out of the way, he would indeed be embraced by the flamboyant alien. "Sabers? Why, to be expected I'm sure - as you are, uh, fresh off the boat? But rest assured - I am far more cautious than most Jedi. You will no doubt not have the problem again!" Dand deigned not to touch on the man's eyes. And eyes of the Sith they were without a doubt - but, by the sound of it, the man was waiting to be inducted into the order. No doubt he didn't want to be reminded of them. "Induct you in? Oh no, I am no more than a lowly Knight. Dandleion Wriyte - the Dandelion Knight they call me. Take what you will out of the title - it is regardless a pleasure to meet you Khazak. As for myself, most call me Dand, or Dandy - again, take what you will." Gesturing towards the rest of the base, Dand took in the vastness of the hangar. "Have you found your way around?"
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