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Post by Erika Freeborn on Sept 8, 2009 12:14:34 GMT -5
"I will make sure he stays away from it. He has done a small amount of work with blasters but so far his aim is pretty bad. We should be able to fix that once we're on the ship, we can set up some targets for him to work with."
There was alot of teach Rothk while they travelled to their destination. She could only hope they would be able to teach him enough to survive whatever awaited them once they arrived.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 8, 2009 12:25:51 GMT -5
Exiting the armory with Erika Jet nodded and locked the place up again, her thoughts drifted to the various things she would need to start teaching Rothk, things that had been nearly instinct to Erika and Chase were not to Rothk who's upbringing so far had been vastly different from other DJO children. Amber she recalled had been shooting blasters nearly as soon as she could hold them steady.
"Yes I'll make sure theres space for him to practice" She commented sparing a glance to Erika. "And don't worry, I'll make sure he's safe if anything happens, you have my word"
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Post by Erika Freeborn on Sept 8, 2009 12:41:26 GMT -5
Slinging her well filled pack over her shoulder she nodded to Jet.
"I have no doubt that you will make sure he's safe."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 8, 2009 13:35:28 GMT -5
"Good"
Glancing at her chrono Jet took note of the time.
"I need to take these things to Chaser..and then speak with Amber,Sagara and Devlin...and get Darren and his team rounded up - it's probably going to be a late night, but I suggest you and Rothk attempt to get some sleep"
With a last nod to Erika Jet headed off towards the hangers.
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Post by Erika Freeborn on Sept 8, 2009 20:35:09 GMT -5
"Alright"
Erika said as Jet walked off. She wasn't gonna turn down to opportunity to get a few hours of shut eye before things turned extremely hectic here. She made her way to the turbolift and then to her room. Setting the bag of miscelaneous weapons near the other bags of things she had packed she laid down on her bed. Though she wished to sleep her mind would not allow her rest yet, there were too many things to think about. For now just laying there would have to do, perhaps sleep would come later.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 9, 2009 12:30:12 GMT -5
After parting from Erika near the Armory Jet had made her way back to the hanger - although evening had taken over, the darkening twilight clearly seen through the hangers door - many of those preparing for departure were still getting ready, Thruvaran and Corellian alike.
Preparations were in the final stages however and the majority of the work had been finished - what remained were minor details and wrap-up's to ensure nothing of importance was left behind and everything was secured safely for the trip to Faustus.
Darren she spotted checking items off a list alongside one of the transports, several members of his team within were calling out crate numbers. Leaving them be for the moment Jet made her way to the ShadowChaser where she stowed the rest of her gear.
By the time she disembarked again Darren and crew had moved on to their second transport. Heading in thier direction she got his attention and motioned him over to the side of the hanger, where she waited gazing out over the Corellian landscape..
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Post by Darren Archer on Sept 9, 2009 13:00:19 GMT -5
"Well blast it Rexan! is it CSF-56A or 56Ac" Darren yelled into the cavernous transport where an answering slew of words came back in an irate fashion, it was unusual for Rex to answer in such a fashion and Darren arched a brow as he glared into the transport. after a few muffled thumps from within a more satisfying answer came back in an apologetic tone and Darren turned back to his list.
He as in the process of comparing his list to the ships manifest when he caught Jet motioning to him out of the corner of his eye, glancing around he caught sight of Ras who was already jogging in his direction.
"I got it" Ras told him before Darren even had a chance to ask, nodding his thinks and passing over the lists Darren headed towards Jet, grinning slightly as he heard Ras attempting to whip some more liveliness from Rexan and Nik, yeah good luck with that he thought to himself with a slight chuckle before coming to a stop beside Jet and pulling out a pack of Cigs.
"you don't mind do you?" He asked her pulling one free and lighting it as he leaned against the wall.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 9, 2009 13:15:16 GMT -5
"If I did you wouldn't still be holding it" Jet remarked matter of factly, casting a sideways glance in his direction. Darren was interesting in that he was nearly the complete opposite from his brother but thankfully just as effective in his chosen field.
"Where are we in terms of preparation?" she asked, not bothering to beat around the bush and waste time chatting with him.
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Post by Darren Archer on Sept 9, 2009 13:36:04 GMT -5
Darren shrugged slightly at her answer - considering both her reputation and what had happened the first time they'd met he was pretty sure she was right. Taking a puff from his cig he turned to regard the hanger again.
"Well" he started "We're moving along pretty well - if this pace keeps up I expect everything should be done in the next few hour's, at least on our side of things, can't speak for Masako's men" he motioned towards the section of the hanger where the Thruvaran's were gathered.
Flicking ashes out the hanger entrance he continued with his estimation "Cold Strike radioed in its ETA a little bit ago, should be arriving within the hour with the report from Centerpoint"
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 9, 2009 14:48:37 GMT -5
Jet nodded slightly, she wasn't worried about the Thruvarans being ready, if they weren't Taaru would kick them into gear, they weren't her problem - as long as her people were ready she was pleased. Speaking of Taaru however she was aware he had not yet returned, hopefully he had managed to track down his wayward student and calm her somewhat.
It would be a simple matter to search for him on the estate ground's through the force but Jet didn't bother, he'd no doubt notice and there was no need to bother him at the moment.
"good...send Sagara to the main conference room when she get's here" she told Darren before pushing herself off the hanger wall and heading back into the mansion.
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Post by Darren Archer on Sept 9, 2009 15:13:14 GMT -5
Darren watched her leave and then headed back to the others, now that he'd given Jet a timeline he was bound and determined to make it.
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Post by Sagara Sun on Sept 9, 2009 18:33:08 GMT -5
The Cold Strike breezed into the hanger fairly close to the time it had commed in, indeed it might even have been a bit earlier - results no doubt of Sagara's pressuring. She hated being late - to anything. Ever.
Disembarking she ignored those in the hanger- waving Darren off as he approached "I already know where she is" she told him as she brushed past, seriously - like she of all people needed to be told where to find Jet.Hurrying through the mansion she pushed open the door to the main conference room, nodding to Jet,Amber and Devlin who already waited inside before letting it swing shut behind her.
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Post by Jorunn Grimsdottir on Sept 14, 2009 21:42:54 GMT -5
[White Lightning - Charles Bernstein]
Jorunn has spent the morning packing what few things she has brought with her to Corellia's surface, preparing the Rhapsody and insuring her liege's orders are carried out to a tee. All of this she completes with tireless efficiency and zeal...there is no question in it. For her, it is a biological rhythm, innate to her as migration is to waterfowl.
And for her labors, she is rewarded with very rare downtime. Around the early afternoon, she suddenly finds herself with nothing to do. Uncharacteristically, she is waiting on Taaru for a change.
Idle hands are a demon's tools, she reflects. But despite her best efforts, she can't find anything to do. She spends a few minutes nosing around her brethren's business, is alternately shooed away (by those that are not as thrifty as she) or politely avoided (by those who remembered the night before) or teased mercilessly (by the Scholl twins, one of which she silences with a well-chosen offensive gesture).
The night before is only a blur for her now...a precondition and an after effect of her rage. She has successfully avoided dwelling on her impulsiveness, as demonstrated yester-night, for most of the day.
Now, as she steps out on the mansion's veranda, she can do nothing but glare out into the emptiness of the surrounding grounds and the lushly decorated driveway leading to the front of the mansion.
She chews nervously at a toothpick, hands on her hips as the afternoon sun creeps further up the veranda steps. Her thoughts drift alternatively between her disdain for the sort of person that can live alone on property like this, to the events of last night.
While her action bothered her (as it should, considering the usual repercussions for injuring not only a brother-in-arms but kin), she is more concerned with her motive. She realizes all too well how her temper can control her. Taaru has tried his best to help her manage it...in a way, he is not too different from her, at least when he was her age...or so Miko has led her to believe. But Taaru has progressed to some stage beyond her: Either he dissipates whatever passions seek to wrest control from him, or (she fears) he internalizes them. She has not met the Taaru from the stories, the one that other Thruvaran Reiter tell each other. But she knows the stories all too well, and while she has only known patience and kindness (though sometimes with a firm hand) from him, she fears that this voyage will bring her closer to his other half.
She leans on the veranda's banister, hunching her shoulders, and looking at nothing in particular.
In the distance, a rider approaches.
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Post by Jorunn Grimsdottir on Sept 14, 2009 22:52:53 GMT -5
[The Surrender (La Resa) - Ennio Morricone]
The way it moves through open space reminds one of quicksilver; unstoppable, slipping through the most intent of grasps, effortless and silky in its motion, and eternally mutable. It's contours shift with the wind, airfoils and breaking planes stretching themselves and contracting to provide the least resistance, and the utmost control. The illusion is a convincing one: one doesn't see a swoop, one sees a beast, midnight black.
Jorunn is fascinated. She knows very well what it is (and WHO it is), but the sight of it impresses upon her a mixture of awe and admiration: After all, Masako has built this engine of minute efficiency and incredible artistry with his own two hands. This, really, is what she admires.
She watches as Masako, having gunned the engine down the first bit of the Mansion's long drive way, simply coasts on momentum up the rest of it, the repulsors sending two counter-rotating spirals swirling behind it.
The swoop and its rider pull into the roundabout, marked by an elaborate fountain, without a sound; such is the level of sophistication in this machine. The only sound is the faint clacking of break plates folding back to allow the rider to dismount, and the crunch of a boot on gravel.
Masako stands, shouldering his duffel bag, his eyes concealed behind mirrored lenses.
The sound of crunching gravel follows him to the steps of the veranda. Jorunn is waiting for him there, leaning against the adjacent pillar.
He makes to move past her, without an acknowledgment. But he stops, and turns to her and takes his glasses off.
<<Are you ready?>>
<<For what?>>
<<For the beginning.>>
She doesn't break eye contact as she answers: <<To the ends of the world, without abandon>>
<<Well spoken, Little Sister. Let us begin.>>
She follows him inside.
Star Wars: The Wayfarers - Episode 2 - In Which A Lady Receives Her Name, Goodbyes Are Said, And a Voyage Begins
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Post by Taaru Masako on Sept 14, 2009 23:05:48 GMT -5
As Taaru enters the Mansion, he pulls out his commlink and pages Jet, Aaron, Mercy, Avery, the younger Archer and Erika.
He instructs them to meet him in the kitchen. He is famished, and desires a sandwich, figuring he can talk while he makes it.
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