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Post by pgholland on Jan 5, 2007 15:45:27 GMT -5
A Long time ago, in a Galaxy far, far away...
Darkness and strife once more engulf the galaxy.
The Galactic Republic has stood for twenty thousand years
but now it's future is uncertain.
The Sith, twice before defeated have returned again and have been
waging war on the Republic for a thousand years.
The conflict seems never ending. The battles sporadic.
But on one Outer Rim planet the war is far away.
Kraillon, a low key, port on a minor trade-route,
far from the watchful eye of Republic security.
Is under the thrall of a crime lord known only by
the monicker 'The Hutt'.
Finally having Jedi to spare the order has sent a number of new Jedi Knights,
and others inducted to help with the
war effort and the growing need for Force-using support,
to deal with the crime lord and to
return Kraillon to a useful position in the Republic. The sleek Seinar Systems Jedi Cruiser JE-04 reverted to realspace, it's diplomatic red hull displaying a golden emblazon of the Republic. It was still a few minutes from Kraillon's orbit, but the sandy world was still large in it's main viewport. The ship was only a day or so out of the Jedi Temple on Courscant and the words of Jedi Master Tholan were still clear in the ship's crew's minds, "Be mindful of the Living Force. It guides us all, the Jedi more so, we are in full knowledge of it's will, use it well. Utilise it to find the head of the operation, without them the crime syndicate that controls Kraillon will be vanquished, they will fall apart." The ship was sizable for it's maneuverability, but it still seemed irritatingly small as one of the Jedi paced the cabin. His blond hair fluttered behind him as he kept his brisk pace, the lighting of the shuttle just catching the brown highlighting that seemed to enhance both his good looks and his dazzling emerald eyes. "When will the spaceport respond?" he asked, bending over to check the comm panel. "Don't they know we are Jedi? Well, some of us." he said, casting a glance at a few of his other companions. "The faster we deal with this 'Hutt', the faster we get to a real mission. Fifteen years of intensive training did not prepare me for law enforcement missions, not when there are Sith running about the galaxy causing it to burn!" "Jedi vessel, this is Kraillon central command. We have no need of a Jedi vessel, may I ask why you are here?" the speakers at the comm panel crackled as the signal registered. "I am Jedi Knight Quaylar Mondim of the Jedi Order. We are here on official Jedi business. Allow us to land or we will be forced to make an aggressive landing. Tell me, have you heard of the skills a Jedi possesses?" "Uh...uhhhh... yes... s-sorry... but... I'll have to contact the governor sir." the voice stuttered, the sound of frantic activity suddenly audible on the comm. "This is governor Talexinas, some fool tells me we have a Jedi ship in orbit." a new, calm, regal voice questioned contemptuously. "Governor, you have a Jedi cruiser in orbit. And we are on important business. Now, please, allow us to land. We hope to sort this out as soon as possible." "Of course, Master?" "Mondim." "Of course Master Mondim, I will personally meet you. I'm very sorry, some of my atachés are under the sway of the mistaken belief that the Jedi are bad for us. This one has been, dealt with. My private landing bay has been set aside for you, I'm having the co-ordinates sent to you right now." The governor's voice was calm, and yet it carried a hint of something unusual, what was uncertain, but there was something wrong about it. "My master was right, sometimes the mere presence of power, of a weapon," Quaylar said indicating the sleek lightsaber hilt at his belt, "Is all that is required to solve a situation in the Jedi way." |
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Post by Brainstem on Jan 7, 2007 0:42:45 GMT -5
I still can't believe I'm in here. What makes me so necessary to this struggle that they had to come in here and take me from my family. They need me just as much as these guys do.
I looked around the ship once more, checking out my "allies" for this new mission. Mostly all Jedi, talking to each other casually, probably trying to distract themselves from the mission they're being put on. With the amount of us non-Jedi being put in this ship, this is either a suicide or something so inconsequential that they can afford to throw a bunch of us out without adding some big-wigs to the mix. I noticed Master Mondim take a glance my way as he checked one of the panels. It may have been latent, but I saw some degree of contempt in his eyes. I got looks like that from most of the Jedi, it seemed. I don't know, maybe I was just a bit paranoid then.
The non-Jedi are almost worse than the Jedi, though. The few of us that are there are either scared witless or so angry with being drafted that they looked as though they've already resigned. While I'm as pissed as the next guy, I'm certainly wouldn't let that get in my way. My family would have rather seen me home alive than dead, and I planned to make sure I got home alive, even if it meant cooperating with the Jedi for a while.
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Post by tiburon on Jan 8, 2007 12:53:45 GMT -5
I gaze across the deck of the starship, not really registering anything, my mind lost on a train of thought that I can feel will result in me gazing into the ceiling of my quarters, looking back in hindsight. What if I had been faster, what if I had been there, what if our intelligence had been right?
I shake myself out of it by gazing around the room at the assembled crew, these brave men and women.... who have been forced into this, their feelings irrelevant. Yet they show no sign of fear or hesitation. I could never understand their suffering. Sure I don't like the war but I know that the barbarous Sith must be stopped in their rampant desecration of the galaxy.
These poor men and women weren't even given a choice, at least I could have refused.
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Post by Kaimontfendo on Jan 11, 2007 20:15:15 GMT -5
Looking around the interior of the ship, I can't help but feel uncomfortable. I'm thinking, "there are a considerable number of non-Jedi around, and some of them are likely to unfamiliar enough with their powers to be very helpful. They could easily defeated in battle, or influenced by some malicious force-user we may find. Not only that, but just how sure are we that we can trust these guys?! I mean, is it really such a great idea to give a Lightsaber to someone we met a few weeks ago?! Why do the higher-ranking Jedi not expect to get stabbed in the back by these guys?... I guess that's just a risk we'll have to take."
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Post by dragondog on Jan 12, 2007 11:06:34 GMT -5
Argon was meditating alone in his quarters, waiting for the ship to arrive at their destination, or the destiny for some. Not that that was something that was one his mind now. Instead Argon was shutting out every conscious thought and opening himself up to the whisperings of the Force.
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Post by pgholland on Jan 12, 2007 11:34:29 GMT -5
The cruiser swept closer to Kraillon, the planet's shimmering golden sands now completely filling the viewport out of the front. "Sirs, we have received landing co-ordinates." the droid pilot's voice echoed from the pilot's panel. It was odd to have a ship with both pilot and co-pilot's chair empty, but the JE-04 series boasted a heursitic processor droid brain fully capable of handling the ship should it's occupants not wish to pilot it- one of the main reasons the order had bought so many.
Quaylar crossed the command cabin once more, this time checking the sensor telemetry then moving to Jared and Mark. "Well Jedi-wannabes, I guess now you get your chance to try and prove yourselves. Do well and maybe they won't send you off with the agri-corps. Not that you're capable of being real Jedi." he said, not bothering to pay attention to them as he spoke. Instead he focused on Ellor, he took the few steps to his Jedi companion before clapping him on the back. "Well buddy, looks like the two of us have been left to sort this out. The others can just carry our baggage, or maybe look after the droid ship. Perhaps then we'll get to the front lines, where we're really needed, I hear the Sith ship movements indicate another attack, not that the Jedi Council would really bother, they only care about themselves. Oh and destroying the Sith. It's all power to them."
Quaylar didn't bother waiting for an answer, instead he left the cabin and walked down the hallway to Argon's room. He banged on the door loudly. "Come on you, you're not on the council yet. Forget meditation, we've got work to do!" As he walked a way a small siren sounded, "Sirs, we will be beginning our descent into the atmosphere shortly, if you would all kindly prepare yourselves for final landing procedure." the droid voice echoed through the ship's empty corridors.
[OOC- Kaimontfendo, can you finish your character, you're still some stones and a background short]
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Post by tiburon on Jan 12, 2007 12:27:34 GMT -5
"Well Jedi-wannabes, I guess now you get your chance to try and prove yourselves. Do well and maybe they won't send you off with the agri-corps. Not that you're capable of being real Jedi." he said, not bothering to pay attention to them as he spoke. Instead he focused on Ellor, he took the few steps to his Jedi companion before clapping him on the back. "Well buddy, looks like the two of us have been left to sort this out. The others can just carry our baggage, or maybe look after the droid ship. Perhaps then we'll get to the front lines, where we're really needed. As I listen to the human speak I feel myself about to roll my eyes, at his contempt for Non-Jedi, yes they aren't Jedi, no that does not allow you to treat them as glorified slaves. Bad blood at this point, however won't get anyone anywhere. Except maybe a mortuary. As the human leaves my earshot I turn and speak to the ones named Jared and Mark; "My apologies, I had not realised my colleague was so... emphatic in his pride as a Jedi" |
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Post by Kaimontfendo on Jan 15, 2007 13:42:18 GMT -5
"Well Jedi-wannabes, I guess now you get your chance to try and prove yourselves... Not that you're capable of being real Jedi."
Those words anger me, and I almost slug Quaylar right then and there. Instead, I do my best to hide the anger and convince the Jedi that I'm not some darksider by just standing there and focusing on the task at hand. "Why are Jedi being sent on a mission like this, anyway? It's not like the Jedi to deal with crime bosses when there are far more important threats to the galaxy. Something is out of place here..."
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Post by dragondog on Jan 16, 2007 14:18:56 GMT -5
Argon gathered his things and left his quarters. So they had arrived. He wondered what exactly they were going to do here. There was always something. Argon wondered if Quaylar was joking or if he was being disrespectful.
Not that it mattered right now. There were other things to do.
Argon joined the others.
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Post by Brainstem on Jan 16, 2007 21:06:17 GMT -5
Jedi wannabes? If there is one thing I am not, it is a Jedi-wannabe. I couldn't believe this guy has the gal to say such things about people he doesn't know just because he has the title of "master." Practically fuming, I had to keep my cool. Somebody on this ship has to act professionally, and it sure as hell won't be Quaylar.
"My apologies, I had not realised my colleague was so... emphatic in his pride as a Jedi"
I had no idea how to take this. This guy could have been seriously apologizing, but then again, he could have been bluffing just to make me keep my cool. Still, I had to at least address his concern, should it be legitimate. I didn't want to appear as uncivilized as Quaylar had presented himself to be.
"Thank you, but an apology isn't necessary. Some people just are afraid of what they don't understand; to Quaylar, we Force-users who didn't follow the path of the Jedi are just something he can't bring himself to comprehend."
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Post by pgholland on Jan 17, 2007 6:42:31 GMT -5
The cruiser began it's descent, the passengers could feel the slight shudder as it hit the atmosphere, almost negligible- this droid pilot was good, the angle of entry must have been perfect. "Raising heat shields" the droid's voice sounded throughout the ship as a series of duraplast screens rose over all of the viewports on the ship. They gently glowed as they heated, and the temperature inside the ship rose slightly.
"Descent will be complete in fourteen seconds, prepare to secure for landing." the voice echoed over the intercom.
As Ellor apologised for the newly Knighted Mondim's comments Mark questioned the reason for sending Jedi on such a mission. As he did Mondim and Argon entered the bridge of the ship.
"Want to know why non-Jedi?" he asked, almost jeering, "It's because before the war that's all the Jedi used to do, occasionally leave the temple and deal with small time crime, rather than dealing with the big picture. They didn't care about the fate of the galaxy, not until their old 'enemies', the Sith, turned up and started causing trouble. Then some of the pro-active ones decided toactually do something."
"Beginning landing procedure." The droid voice interrupted whatever else Jedi Knight Quaylar Mondim had to say. "Lowering heat shields," it continued the duraplast sheeting retracting, and revealing a beautiful, yet barren desert-world city before them.
The ship descended almost noiselessly into a recessed pit landing garage, it's thick engine plating absorbing the roar that it's two large sublight drives must have been making at this point.
"Switching to repulsorlift drives." the droid reported as the sounds of the engines died out completely, replaced instead by the gentle hum of repulsorlift engines as the ship travelled the last few metres to the floor of the pit.
The ship sprang up a little as the suspension in it's landing struts absorbed it's weight. Then the click-hiss of pressure equalisation rushed through the cabin before the embarkation ramp, some fifteen metres back along the main spine corridor, lowered.
"Ship is now ready for egress. Have a nice journey." the droid pilot said, before it's flight consoles powered down.
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