Public Endor Camping(Jedi and GA Only)

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Forest Moon of Endor, Moddell Sector, Outer Rim Territories
Goal: Camping and Hiking
Tag: Gem-in-Trash Phoebe Winsloe Loomi Jonyna Si TevJierda ​

Standing on top of a branch of redwood tree Minerva looked out to the open field of grass yards away, to the north. From the east she heard screeching and turned her head noting a pair of condor dragons chasing one another akin to a dogfight between starfighters. Having been to the forest moon multiple times over the years she had learned a great deal about the creatures and beings who lived here and knew the two dragons weren't really fighting but something else. Snorting to herself she thought.

Must be mating season.

At that moment Mandalorian thought of Drego Ruus before chuckling. Both of them had their own thing going and if their new relationship lasts through that then good but if not then no harm done. They both made that clear to each other. Minerva shook her helm in bemusement before turning her attention back to the field. She had set up a little device within there sending out a tracer signal to a specific ship, carrying her new team leader and several Jedi to land there.

"We all need a break from everything, however short this trip will be." Minerva said out loud. So now she was waiting for them to arrive and to be their tour guide.

A Lantern Bird squawked eighty meters behind her before flapping away. She didn't even bother to turn around. Soon enough though Minerva heard the sound of engines and saw a vessel dive out of the clouds. Smiling Minerva leaped and sped toward the vessel and maneuvered around on the right flank to follow alongside them. Waving at those occupying the cockpit she said through the comms.

"Glad you made it, see ya folks on the ground."

Within two minutes they both began their mutual descent. Landing on both feet in ahead she felt the wind surfing all around her as the ship followed course. A flock of more lantern birds panicked and fled out of the trees on the eastern side, flying elsewhere.

Minerva walked through the grass toward the side of the ship where its ramp was. It wasn't long before it came down with a thud amidst steam hissing. Waving her right hand the armored commando exclaimed.

"Welcome to Endor everyone!"

 

[Loomi]

Endor
Tags: Minerva Fhirdiad , Gem-in-Trash , TevJierda , Jonyna Si , Phoebe Winsloe

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"Welcome to Endor everyone!"

Loomi wasted very little time moving in to give her friend a hug. It was a simple gesture, one she hadn't managed to give the last time they met. Once she was satisfied, Loomi stepped back and folded her arms behind her back. There were plenty of new faces here today, which meant potential new friends. That was always a good thing.

Especially with things all weird.

"Thank you for bringing us out here," Loomi chirped. "I'm excited to find a good spot."

It would give her a chance to practice her Mist Weaving skills. They had been improving lately, and she was pretty close to completing the dragon. She hoped she'd get a chance to show Auteme at some point.

 

[Anchat Anura]

The cacophony of D-Squad's organic members was a series of arguments and never-ending modifications to their equipment. Every space that they occupied was dedicated to their gear or their Droids, and none of the work was ever complete. There wasn't enough space for all of them, despite the majority of the members of D-Squad being less than a foot tall.

There was Captain Anchat Anura himself, a Zilkin, who attempted to impose at least some kind of semblance of order on his team. He was handy enough with a Hydrospanner, but he wasn't an engineering specialist like the rest of his team. He was the planner, the analyst, and the field commander. But D-Squad had an order and discipline all its own. His ride was a Jedi Securitron, a gift from the Order, SCR-XIV. Anchat had been thoroughly impressed with its performance, and it had quickly become his favored Droid. On the back of XIV was an armored cockpit that Anchat was standing on top of, trying to get D-Squad ready 'for the mission.'

Kran Drokli was an Ugnaught, the smartest and best engineer of the lot of them, and she was insistent upon her authority. Rather than riding on a Droid, she had a Repulsorlift basket with a pair of Droid arms that could be manually controlled, and they were never finely attuned enough to her satisfaction. The ride down to the surface of Endor was a good enough place to keep making adjustments.

The smallest, but far from least, was Imuwii, an Anzellan. His Droid was a Raven GARD II Droid, GARD-O. He was engaged in an argument with Kran about the recall and cover protocols of a spherical Remote droid that kept trying to fly away from him. The Cathar Padawan Gem-in-Trash had made a game of chasing the Remote down and holding it in place while Imuwii worked on it. She kept it secret that she'd let it 'escape' a couple of times so that she could chase after it again.

The largest member was Urgwumpawee, a Wookiee with dark, nearly-black fur. His choice of gear had been practical for the mission at hand. Sensors, climbing gear, rope, and so forth. It wasn't that they hadn't brought gear - Anchat had made sure they had everything they needed - but Urgwu knew there was more to navigating a rainforest like Endor than the right tents and water.

A red R9 Astromech, R9L-M4, beeped objections to observations that it needed cleaning, repair, and a memory wipe.

Finally was the long, furry, and batlike Squag, who shared the repulsor basket with Kran. She resembled a furry worm with a bat's face and bat's wings, and was capable of long periods of flight. For most of the trip, she hung from the ceiling upside-down, trying to offer helpful advice to her teammates, and saying hello to their Jedi guests.

"All right, D-Squad, let's try and do a proper lineup for Captain Minerva Fhirdiad , if only just to get ourselves organized?" Anchat instructed. As soon as the door opened, the team piled out, lining up from left to right: Imuwii on GARD-O, then R9L then Kran and Squag in the Repulsor Bucket, and then Urgwu. Beside him was a bonus member: Padawan Gem-in-Trash, who was still holding the Remote Droid. They all gave salutes to Captain Anchat, standing on XIV's shoulder, who gave a sigh.

"Good enough. Captain Minerva, D-Squad is reporting for operations."

Loomi Jonyna Si TevJierda Phoebe Winsloe

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Endor
Tags: Loomi Jonyna Si Phoebe Winsloe Anchat Anura
Lightsaber - Pequod
Leg - Anchor


This was majorly out of Reina's comfort zone. A dry arboreal planet surrounded with trees and wild-life? She'd rather have stayed in bed but she was doing her best to get out of her comfort zone. She had to make sure that her fake leg had its foot put in place. Walking in muddy ground with a spear for a leg would just be a recipe for disaster. She just sighed to herself as she stood ready with her fellow padawans, a half-hearted smile on her face. She might as well try to enjoy it. How could this camping trip get any wor-...

A sudden grimace came across her face at the sight of the incoming droids. Great. Looks like the camping trip could get worse. The various buckets of bolts had put her and the crew she had served with out of a job. She had to do her best to just relax though. She knew she could be...thorny on the best of days so Reina decided that she'd have to keep a hold of her tongue to make sure she didn't say too much out of step.

Her eyes darted over towards her fellow Padawan hugging the Mandalorian at least and...raised her hand in an attempt of a greeting. Reina hadn't had much of a great track record with Mandalorians herself. She had nothing against them at the end of the day. Just had gotten into a fair few scraps with other Mandalorians. Once her little wave was done, Reina just folded her arms along her front, ready to get down to camping.
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[Mykel Dawson]

"Welcome to Endor everyone!"

Jedi Robes

Mykel dipped his head toward Minerva with an easy, grateful nod. "Thank you for putting this together, Captain. It really means a lot. I've always wanted to see Endor."

Outside of a few missions and the recent conclave on the NJO's relocation, he hadn't really had much time to get to know many members of the New Jedi Order or the Galactic Alliance in general. Coming from a tight-knit community of Jedi on Coruscul, the Padawan was eager for new fellowship. His master was always there for him, but that was a different kind bond, between student and teacher.

His hazel eyes shifted across the small but growing crowd, taking in the different faces. Some laughter in pockets. Droids shuffling onto the scene (as a technopath, he found them rad!). But then there was a woman ( Reina Daival ) standing cross armed, looking guarded. Currently feeling a little awkward himself, he could certainly relate.

"Do you mind if I steal a patch of ground here?" He asked her, finally trying to break ice with his cohorts.

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[Kuzon Lu’Ten]

Endor
Tag: Jonyna Si Phoebe Winsloe Gem-in-Trash Loomi Reina Daival Mykel Dawson Anchat Anura​

Stepping out in traditional robes with a backpack, Kuzon Lu-Ten looked out in wonder at the forest. He heard the call of various creatures and felt the breeze of the wind. The Bothan allowed himself a moment to close both eyes and sigh. It was good to be back in a forest. It wasn't Kashyyyk, still Endor had in his opinion, one of the greatest forests in all the galaxy.

His fascination was cut short with a stark reminder when Loomi ran over to hug an emerald armored Mandalorian who was acting as their guide. He tensed up a bit despite the fact she was addressed as a fellow captain by Anura and his squad. Kuzon tried to look away, not wanting to be caught staring. Instead he looked up to the sky then more of the redwood trees to the western side. Soon enough a smile surfaced on Kuzon's face and whispered in wonder.

"It's more amazing than what the holos show us."

Looking over to his fellow Jedi and their allies, he thought.

To think we'll all be journeying together through this ancient wilderness. He couldn't help but remember that the sanctuary moon was the tide for the Rebel Alliance. Where the prophecy of the chosen one was fulfilled by Anakin Skywalker and from there on his son, Luke would restore the Jedi Order. Of course the beings who lived here had their own legends and histories here.

Oh the possibilities. Kuzon couldn't wait but to write about this and whatever he'll learn here.

Finally he spoke up. "I have read of this moon and seen footage but to be actually here is….better."

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The jungle of Endor was alive in a way few worlds could rival — every breath of wind carrying the rustle of towering redwoods, the low hum of unseen creatures, and the dappled sunlight filtering like gold through a canopy older than memory.

Valery moved through it like she belonged there.

Clad in her sleek black jumpsuit, every step she took was fluid, silent — the product of years spent in places where sound could mean death. It was a balance between utility and something more... confident. Dangerous. Her boots barely made a sound on the soft earth, though the undergrowth brushed gently against her legs as she walked, fingers occasionally trailing over moss-covered bark or lifting to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She'd tied her hair up, high and tight, but the heat was starting to bring a few wisps down around her face — giving her a wild, untamed edge.

Valery paused by a stream, crouching low as she dipped her fingers into the cool water. She didn't need the Force to feel the life in this place. It breathed all around her, pulsing through roots and leaves, echoing softly in the back of her mind. A moment's peace.

Her amber eyes lifted toward the sky, watching a pair of birds twist above the canopy in a dance as old as the stars.

A smirk touched her lips.

Endor wasn't new to her, but every visit felt different. Today wasn't about missions or wars or diplomacy — it was about breathing again. About remembering what the galaxy looked like without fire and death chasing at her heels.

She rose smoothly, hands brushing off on her thighs, and set off again through the trees. Every sway of her hips, every graceful pivot around fallen logs or twisting vines, carried a quiet ease. She wasn't on the hunt today.

She was just... free.

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[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Valery Noble

Jonyna had come here for much more than just camping. Endor felt like home, but every forest did. No, Jonyna had spent the last few days digging through archives, in both the temples, and galactic records.

She was looking for something.

When they arrived, Jonyna pulled Val aside, cluing her in on her mission. Supposedly, somewhere out there in the woods, was a relic. Left there by an old man, simply wanted to leave a piece of himself as a memorial to his finest hour. While Jonyna would normally honor that wish, the cathar wanted to turn one memorial into another.

Somewhere out there, was Red Five, the Starfighter of Luke Skywalker.

Jonyna wanted to put it outside of the Tython Temple, as a museum piece. A reminder of where the Order had come from. Her own way of paying respect to the man she had dubbed 'Farmboy'.

"Apparently he parked it just outside of where they burned Vader's body. No idea where that could be, but I've got a few inklings." Jonyna said with a smile to her friend and mentor. "First thing we need to do is find that old Imperial Shield Generator."

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Tag: Reina Daival Gem-in-Trash Phoebe Winsloe Loomi Mykel Dawson​

Admittedly Minerva wasn't ready for the hug and nearly fell over but managed to keep standing. Laughing, the warrior returned her Jedi friend's hug and said.

"Great to see ya Loomi, glad that you can come."

In a vast galaxy beset by so much tragedy and cruelty to have friends is truly a treasure. Loomi reminded her that there is good amongst these constellations.

Letting go she watched a team from D-Squad line up at her boss' command. A short chuckle escaped her before saluting the Zikin.

"Copy that Captain. Hopefully we have more fun with this operation."

Next she noted Reina, whom she didn't recognize but she can tell she wasn't comfortable with her presence waving at her. The wrath of the Neo-Crusaders would make many people nervous if not hostile with Mandalorians. Some would even say that all of Mandalorian culture should be condemned as evil as the ways of Sith. She rejected the notion but understood the reasoning behind it, having witnessed firsthand the horrific crimes that other Mandalorians have committed.

They are no kin of mine, no matter the beskar they wear.

Minerva waved back at Reina, in a friendly manner. At Dawson's greetings Minerva nodded in return, appreciating the younger man's willingness to do so and answered.

"You're welcome Padawan. If you like the outdoors, Endor is the place for ya."

Of course the warrior saw other members and was pleased with the turnout. Once sure that everyone was present she removed the helmet, revealing her face. Holding the helm at the left hip the armored woman gave them another look before clearing her throat.

"For those who don't know me I am Minerva Fhirdiad, adopted daughter of Jorel Merrik, warrior of Mandalore and soldier for the Galactic Alliance. For the next several days I will be your guide on this expedition."

Subsequently walking back and forth in a disciplined pattern she went on.

"As you are all aware this is the Sanctuary Moon of Endor. It is a world rich in nature with both wonders and dangers. I have already notified the neighboring Ewok tribes here of our trip and they have given their blessing as long as we respect their home. Make sure you have all of your camping gear and rations ready for this is going to last a couple of rotations. In case of an emergency I'll call in my gunship for pick up."

Once stopping at the center of the group Minerva then added.

"If anyone here has questions now would be a good time to ask."

 

[Phoebe Winsloe]

Tags: Minerva Fhirdiad Gem-in-Trash Loomi Jonyna Si TevJierda Anchat Anura Reina Daival Mykel Dawson Kuzon Lu’Ten

Phoebe took a deep breath of the fresh arboreal air and hiked towards the meeting location with her D1 astromech, Diva, at her side. The poor droid was not made for this kind of terrain and had to hop over the roots and rocks with its boosters, not a difficult task, but it ate up more time than Phoebe would have liked, and the droid refused to be left behind.

Every time she suggested Diva turning back, the droid would beep and whistle something along the lines of "If that Blue and White rolling trashcan could do this, then so can I."

Even worse, the bag with a couple dozen beer cans, a Corellian brew that her dad enjoyed, was heavier than she expected after all this hiking. But there was no way she would drop them to lighten her load, first off, that would be littering, and secondly, it was a waste of good beer.

Pheobe finally showed up to the gathering several minutes late, with a grumpy astromech, and her bag full of beer a little too shaken up to drink right away.

"Sorry about that guys. Diva back there couldn't be arsed to wait for a couple days all alone."

 

[Loomi]

Endor
Tags: Minerva Fhirdiad , Reina Daival , Mykel Dawson , Others...

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"As you are all aware this is the Sanctuary Moon of Endor. It is a world rich in nature with both wonders and dangers. I have already notified the neighboring Ewok tribes here of our trip and they have given their blessing as long as we respect their home. Make sure you have all of your camping gear and rations ready for this is going to last a couple of rotations. In case of emergencies I'll call in my gunship for pick up."

"Understood!"

Loomi was quick to fall in line. She didn't pack too much, as she didn't need anything more than provisions. Everything else she was capable of creating for herself, and it was a good opportunity to put her Mist Weaving to the test. She was quick to notice Reina Daival who seemed a bit on the down-side. Her eye did wander to the girl's legs, noticing something that intrigued her...

A prosthetic. She was missing a leg. That was like half of what Loomi was missing. Of course, the logical conclusion was that they had to be friends.

So Loomi peeled back a bit to walk next to her. She was a few inches shorter, so she had to look up ever so slightly. She was certain to make sure her antennae weren't in her face so her face was fully visible.

"Hi! I'm Loomi! I don't think we've met!"

She would also give a wave to Mykel Dawson , another new face she hadn't met.

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Endor
Tags: Loomi Mykel Dawson
Lightsaber - Pequod
Leg - Anchor

"Go ahead. I don't own the ground here."

That was her relatively blunt response to Mykel Dawson . No need to sugar coat it, if he wanted to stand there, he could. Honestly Reina didn't want to own any ground. The less she had to stand on the ground, the better. She was just out of her element and didn't like it. She could do being friendly when it was at the Temple, or on actual solid concrete ground, but here? No way.

She was prepared to spend the entire time camping out being sullen and gloomy...Up until another person came over to talk to her and Reina blinked for a moment, taking in the sight of Loomi. She hadn't seen an alien like Loomi before but Reina...was slowly doing better at not putting her foot in the mouth. At least the outside she looked composed, meanwhile on the inside...

Don't Ask About the Eye or Legs. Don't Ask About the Eye or Legs. Don't Ask About The Eye or Legs

"...Ey-...I'm Reina. You probably haven't...noticed me around much. I'm not the most social."

Suppose that meant Mykel got his own little introduction from Reina as well. It was the best way to weasel information out of her anyway. For now, her eyes just turned to the rest of the group, frowning in thought. Camping had been fun when she did it by herself for fishing. When it was quiet. She felt like it was going to be anything but quiet. She could deal with that. She wasn't sure how but she'd find something.
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[Kuzon Lu’Ten]

Tag: Mykel Dawson Phoebe Winsloe Reina Daival Loomi Gem-in-Trash Others​

Kuzon blinked at their guide's introduction. The would-be historian was certain he heard the name Merrik somewhere in his studies but had forgotten for the time being. Have to check my journal when there is time. Of course that was only a curiosity, nothing more. Once they were allowed to ask questions Kuzon took the opportunity despite his nervousness with the beskar wearing warrior.

"Uh, where are we going exactly?"

Tilting her head a bit in a quick examination toward the Bothan apprentice Minerva replied toward an opposite direction from them all.

"Northwest. Our first goal will be to reach what the Ewoks call the Cave of Wonders and rest there for the night."

"Cave of Wonders?" Kuzon repeated and the unmasked Mandalorian smiled mischievously as if she knew something about it, saving the surprise.

Deciding not to press the matter, the Bothan along with the others would see Phoebe Winslow come out with an astromech from another part of the woods. It looked like she had already been hiking.

She must've come from another ship. Wait what's in that heavy bag?

Turning to Mykel he whispered from the side.

"Don't what's in that bag but she's protecting it like treasure or something."

Realizing he had introduced himself, the Bothan Jedi offered his right hand to the dark haired human.

"I'm Kuzon Lu'Ten pleased to meet you."

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Jedi Robes

The redhead was quite curt in her reply to him, but he wasn't so easily dissuaded. Instead he was sympathetic, feeling a great deal of anxiety emanating from her, much of it centering around her prosthetics. Normally, it was hard to read the mind of another Force User without active probing, but her unease was almost palpable.

While he had never experienced such loss personally, his own father had provided insight, recalling his own rocky road to recovery as a cyborg in his youth. The ghost limbs, the nightmares, the stares. It could be a lot.

His hazel eyes remained fixed to hers without a hint of judgment or gawking, a small smile growing on his face as she eventually introduced herself.

"I'm Mykel Dawson," he introduced himself in turn to Reina, and also to the bubbly woman ( Loomi ) and the Bothan male who had joined them, offering Kuzon his hand. "I just joined the NJO, so just about everyone is a new face to me, though I've been studying as a Jedi with my enclave since I was a youngling. Anyway, Reina, I thought you could use a hiking buddy. Seems like I wasn't alone in the thought, ha ha."

"Her?" he repeated softly as he turned to Kuzon, then at the woman in question. He recognized Winsloe from Sunrider Squadron. Focusing in, he could hear the familiar clanking of a certain type of aluminum can coming from her bag... "I can't say for certain, but I bet it's something to help her...relax during this trip."

As they conversed, he kept an ear open for Captain Fhirdiad's instructions. Ever the neurotic, he had triple checked his gear before stepping off Tython. He had even packed a little extra in case there was an emergency or someone had missed something during their own preparations.

His attention turned back to the Captain as she now stood without her helmet. He recalled seeing her back at the new settlement on Tython. She was an interesting figure, a Mandalorian who stood with the Alliance instead of the Mandalorian Empire at their borders. When there was an opportunity, he'd love to speak to her personally and ask her more about her experiences.

Minerva Fhirdiad Loomi Anchat Anura Jonyna Si Phoebe Winsloe Gem-in-Trash TevJierda Kuzon Lu’Ten