People of Our Fears [Galactic Alliance Hex Dominion of M'haeli]

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Arrgaw
Allies: Rogue Squadron, [member="Logen Brunner"]
Objective: [DO YOUR OWN THING]
3/25


The Weary Traveler Cantina

There is a bar. He can feel it. His fingertips idly brush against the faux-wood countertop, the texture keeping him present, keeping him focused. His senses are elevated, and the sixth that has been with him most of his life radiates outward, like ley lines of energy sketching a detailed map of the not quite upscale bar that only exists in his head. The Corellian, eyes still fixed on his glass and yet somewhere else altogether, has yet to answer him or even acknowledge his question. Only moments have passed since he asked it, seconds really, but for Zark the scuffle behind him plays out almost in slow motion.

He can feel the negative aura approach the young pilot, and its like thunder when Vale is shoved. The glass falls, and in his mind's eye he can already see the pattern of what will happen next play out before him in the whisper between seconds it takes for it to hit, shattering and drawing other patrons' attention for the first time. The aura resolves into two as words are exchanged, but there is an almost vibrating symmetry in the demeanor of some of the men nearby that lets him know these two probably aren't entirely alone.

Vale throws the first punch, and for the first time the Captain is surprised. He quickly adjusts his predictions, and a wild charge that catches even the spacers' friends by surprise takes Vale and the instigator's shadow sailing across the bar on a collision course. Even with his back turned, the reflexes of a Jedi Knight have plenty of time to respond.

Zark sighs, nudges Brunner softly to the side, and doesn't move.

The two brawlers crash into him, and all three go tumbling to the floor in front of the bar.

"Guys, just stop! There is no need for this. Let’s just calm down, think this over like responsible adults."

The three of them are back on their feet, but a fellow Rogue interjects, stalling the fight's momentum. The kid has a point, this is a bad place for a brawl. A half dozen scenarios play through his head all at once, ranging from diplomatic overtures to a sudden show of non-lethal force, and he knows there are ways out of this. But as three of the spacers in the corner rise out of their seats directly behind Holst, the young pilot too focused on his friend to notice, Zark decides to take the most satisfying option.

The Galactic Alliance officer glances over at the Corellian, grins, downs his whiskey, and with no aid of the Force punches the man accosting Vale as hard as he can.

 

[Alexandra Porte]

AGGRAW
Location: The Weary Traveler Cantina
Objective: Do your own thing - Chillin' with Rogues and Scoundrels
Allies: [member="Alexandra Russo"] 1, [member="Aedan Lochlan"] 2, [member="Tela Uolmi"] 3, [member="Loske Matson"] 5, [member="Cal Sedaire"] 6, [member="Choli Vyn"] 7, [member="Vale Endriss"] 8, [member="Asmus Janes"] 9, [member="Lucius Varad"] 12, [member="Allyson Locke"] 13, [member="Owen Holst"] 14, [member="Devyn Lynton"] 17, [member="Zark"], [member="Logen Brunner"]
Enemies: Bar brats
Post: 3

Tears continued to fill Alexandra's eyes, which blurred her vision so the commander quickly slipped away from the group not wanting them to see Rogue Leader crying. She found the fresher down a back hallway of the cantina in short order. The brunette splashed some cold water on her face after blowing her nose with tissue. The whole thing about Lucius being shot down over Coruscant, then missing presumed dead… It hit home a little too close. At one point Alleycat herself had gone MIA after an EVA, then listed as KIA and no less at the Battle of Coruscant as well; the previous one. To have Songbird back amongst them… well there were no words to describe how relieved Alexandra was because everyone had left her previously she ever cared for.

After smoothing over her long, sun-kissed brown tresses that were left down today and reapplying her favorite cherry-flavored lip balm, Russo made her way back down the hallway to the main cantina area to find a bar fight in process… and Rogues in the middle of it!

"What in the… Seriously?!" Alex swore though no one would have heard her choice words over the ruckus, then Rogue Leader proceeded to tap her people on the shoulder as she came across them in the chaos.

It was time get out of Dodge as the frontiersman would say before planetary law enforcement arrived. This was not going to be received well when the brass heard about the squadron's altercation while on leave. They probably would not be getting another one for, well forever. Extra scut missions galore would be in their future.

"Out, now!" she said with her famous 'Russo Glare' flaring, then gestured each of them urgently to the door whether it was by shirt collar or ear. It wasn't that Alleycat didn't want to take part in a little fun, but someone had to be the adult in the room, and it was her duty being the commanding officer.

 

[Allyson Locke]

AGGRAW
Location: The Weary Traveler Cantina
Objective: Do your own thing - Chillin' with Rogues and Scoundrels
Allies: [member="Alexandra Russo"] 1, [member="Aedan Lochlan"] 2, [member="Tela Uolmi"] 3, [member="Loske Matson"] 5, [member="Cal Sedaire"] 6, [member="Choli Vyn"] 7, [member="Vale Endriss"] 8, [member="Asmus Janes"] 9, [member="Lucius Varad"] 12, [member="Allyson Locke"] 13, [member="Owen Holst"] 14, [member="Devyn Lynton"] 17, [member="Zark"], [member="Logen Brunner"]
Enemies: Bar brats

Post: 3

There wasn’t enough time for her to respond to Asmus avoiding what he really deep down wanted to do. The man they called songbird had made a triumphant return to the squad, she remembered his call sign only because she had heard the others speak of their scouting missions to try and find him. Allyson kept to herself, so she never felt the urge to try and look for him. Which was another reason why she was probably still the outcast of things. Shrugging it off she sipped the whiskey and watched as the fight now broke out.

Good ol bar fight. Allyson slammed the expensive drink, knowing that she would be more irritated if it had found its way onto the floor and not into her belly. Adorable little Owen attempted to break up the fight, but innocent fourteen was going to be no match for Allyson. Grabbing the boy by the collar she grinned and wrapped her arm around his neck locking him in a headlock. Giving the kid a quick brush of messed up hair she tossed him behind her mostly so no one could screw up his adorable little face. As she moved him out of the way it seemed the guy that decided to mess and start this fight had a few friends.

A quick duck and dive, Allyson swung her left fist and made contact with the overweight leather wearing goon’s bushy face. The sound of skin and against skin followed by a few cracks, Allyson pulled her hand back and gave it a shake. She nailed te bloke in the temple just hard enough to knock him out, kill him? Nah, just a good night “kiss” with her fist. As she turned to get another go at the guy that started this whole thing, Boss lady, Rogue leader walked into the room. Cursing under her breath, she followed orders and got out of the bar as quickly as possible.

Seeing that Russo was busy with the boys she knelt down and gave the wannabe swoop biker gang member, a swift kick in the royal jewels. As she stood up a hand reached out and grabbed Owen by the shirt and she dragged him out with her.

Someone had to watch this kid’s six. “Where’s Asmus?”

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: M'haeli
Post: 17/25
Allies: [member="Alesia Rivas"]
Enemies: Rebellious farmers
Objective: Recruiting locals as Jedi

Ugohr was puzzled to be forced into talking about the Order's financing and how the Alliance paid for its Jedi. He was forced into talking about which of the 16 categories cost the most. In fact appropriations processes are made for each dominion. He knew very little, and most Jedi apart from Marshalls were kept in the dark or otherwise ignored the finances of their operations altogether. But visibly one of the beggars was to choose its specialty as a Jedi based on the financial footprint of its upkeep. He was OK to be a Jedi but he wanted his role as a Jedi to be as cost-effective or as cheap as possible. Unfortunately even Ugohr, whose knowledge of economics was matched only by a few Jedi Lorekeepers, Researchers and Diplomats, and the odd Watchman or Ambassador, couldn't tell with precision who had the largest financial footprint, even though his own financial footprint was rather large as a Jedi Brute and Recruiters also cost almost as much as he did.

"Which classes incur the greatest drain of public funding? Which classes incur the least?"

"Jedi Aces incur da most, da upkeep of a fighter issa expensive, and more generally disen Jedi who assumen more military responsibilities at a higher level"

"Who cost the least?"

"Mesa tempten to say dat seers cheapest. Theysa travel little: travel issa why even Jedi Lorekeepers cost more. Armament costs also maken snipers expensive"

 

[Saffron]

[ AGGRESSIVE ] Loyalty... - Under the unfair tax burden and several other reasons, the local farmers of the agriculture world have started to riot against the Queen and the Galactic Alliance. Try to calm the farmers down.
Arceneau Trade Company - Browncoat Industrial
| 22| Geneva Wessiri

The man stood shock still. That this was even an option... He straightened his shoulders, lifted his chin.

"What makes you think that the Queen would agree to such a thing?" he inquired, aware that all of this had led up to the perceived notion that the Queen had brought them this travesty. However, it had all been a matter of circumstance.

"I believe that once this has been presented to the Her Majesty, she would be accommodating to the needs of her people and how it would benefit them."

 

[Choli Vyn]

Location: Arrgaw
Allies: Rogue Squadron, Logen Brunner
Objective: [DO YOUR OWN THING]
| 23 |

"What the --"

While the Alleycat was trying to reign them all in, it couldn't be done all in a jiffy. Not to mention, with everyone wanting to get in some of the action.

Oh you have got to be kidding me!

So much for happy get togethers and seeing Lucy again. This just about topped the proverbial cake! As the brawl ensued, a measure of organization was attempted to try and send some of the rogues out of the cantina. However, one rather broad shouldered Houk came over.

This was not going to be good.

He took a swing and would have knocked Lucy to the side had it not been for Choli's quick movements. She nabbed the massive jug of water from the nearby table. With a quick step, the jug went crashing on the side of the Houk's head.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[font=trebuchet ms']AGGRAW[/font]
[font=trebuchet ms']Location: The Weary Traveler Cantina[/font]
[font=trebuchet ms']Objective: Do your own thing - Chillin' with Rogues and Scoundrels [/font]
[font=trebuchet ms']Allies: [member="Alexandra Russo"] 1, [member="Aedan Lochlan"] 2, [member="Tela Uolmi"] 3, [member="Loske Matson"] 5, [member="Cal Sedaire"] 6, [member="Choli Vyn"] 7, [member="Vale Endriss"] 8, [member="Asmus Janes"] 9, [member="Lucius Varad"] 12, [member="Allyson Locke"] 13, [member="Owen Holst"] 14, [member="Devyn Lynton"] 17, [member="Zark"], [member="Logen Brunner"][/font]
[font=trebuchet ms']Enemies: Bar brats[/font]

Asmus had pushed himself deeper into the booth whilst Allyson went to work. He'd seen her in a bar fight before, she needed no help. They'd only see him as an easy target anyway. As she turned to look for him he held up his glass and grinned at her. He could slip out the back in a moment.

Then he saw Choli smash a glass of water into the side of a houk's head the giant lump of gnarled muscle staggered a step.

Asmus sighed. He downed his drink. He was a lover, not a fighter, but he'd also been a smuggler for a long time and had been in brawls on much, much worse drinking establishments.

The houk turned its rock-sized head to look down at choli. There was a dribble of blood from his temple.

Asmus put his drink down and stood up, one hand grasping the back of his chair.

The houk balled one fist and held it up to shoulder height. It was around the size of Choli's entire head.

With a roll of his eyes Asmus chambered up onto his table.

"Gunna regrit tha'," the houk snarled. Twisting his upper body, those muscles bunched up, just visible under the layer of fat. Asmus appeared behind him, hanging in the air with an entire chair over his head.

Crash.

The houk stumbled. Then it turned slowly to regard the young Rogue who still held two chair legs. Asmus looked quite sheepish. The houk's eyes rolled back into his head and the collosal brute collapsed backwards, taking a piece of the bar with him.

Asmus shot Choli a cocky grin and spun a chair leg around in one hand. Unfortunately the houk had friends.

"Not the f..." Asmus managed to say before taking a hook to the jaw.

 

[Asher]

Post 2

Chaos. There was no better word for it. Owen’s lips thinned as he stared upon the rest of the bar in disbelief. This was the third strike on his record, wasn’t it? This was the last deal, the one that would discharge him. Now that particular thought certainly caused him to freeze up. He didn’t want to lose his job, much less have to step back on the best decision of his life. He had sworn to his superiors to get better and to think twice, and he had, but-

No time to dwell on it. The flashes before his eyes promptly stopped as someone tugged at his collar and tossed him aside.

Allyson. Lucky.

He promptly got back up on his feet again and merely stared at the scene as it played out before him. Allyson fighting, Choli punching someone, Asmus hitting said person with a chair, it was a mess. One sigh after another, heaving almost, burst through the man’s nose. A lump filled his stomach. Was it that trouble followed him, or that he caused it, or-

Bam-thud.

His face hurt.

Something tickled under his nose. The side of his head hurt.

Everything went dark.for a moment before the sounds of chaos was drowned out by its own echo.

Awry bat strikes to the usually did that, but Owen wouldn’t know. Not yet anyway. He was already out cold.

[member="Asmus Janes"] // [member="Choli Vyn"] // [member="Allyson Locke"] // [member="Vale Endriss"] // [member="Zark"] // [member="Alexandra Russo"]​

 

[LT-137]

Location: Arrgaw - The Weary Traveler
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, Rogue Squadron
Objective: [DO YOUR OWN THING] - Rest, Recover, Reunite.
Post Count: 5/25


Warm hands had enveloped him from every angle, as both his beloved friend Alex and the spry beauty of young Choli had wrapped their arms around his wounded form. Small jolts of pain surged through his nerves, eliciting a sharp inhalation as the silver-maned pilot did all he could to hold back the agony of their embrace. His lips curled into a radiant smile, flashing ivory chips as the two women released him from their grasp - thankful for both the welcome and blissful sensation of liberation. It if wasn’t for the sudden feeling of aggression, or the sounds of a brewing fight, Lucius imagined that those two girls would’ve crushed him to death.

Nevertheless, as his friends had found themselves swept up by the ensuing brawl, the newly returned Rogue began to laugh. He laughed so hard that his sides began to ache with the joyous expression. Though they had grown closer and closer together in his absence, there were still some aspects of the Squadron that seemed to stay the same. Their perchance for mischief, being the most evident. He watched on, through tear-flecked eyes, until the hairs at the back of his neck began to rise. Danger. The sudden urgency pressed at the back of his mind, formulating the unspoken word as the lingering impression pulsed through the gray matter of his brain.

Without realizing what had taken place, as his body moved of its own accord and acted entirely on instinct, Lucius’ wounded form spun ‘round and caught the wooden holopool cue in his dominant hand - effectively halting its rapid descent. The impact rolled down the tensed meat of his arm, shooting yet another sliver of agony into the Pilot’s bandaged figure. His fabric bound fingers fanned along the length of the improvised weapon, leaving the attack with a mystified expression adorning his face.

“Imposs-” The man attempted to say before Lucius had twisted his grip on the cue stick and wrenched the weapon from the man’s stunned clutches.

“No, not Impossible,” Lucius began, as his violet gaze shifted from the man’s face to the weapon now within his hand. Deep within the darkest recesses of his mind, he had momentarily entertained the idea of smashing his would-be attacker with the cue stick, splintering it’s carved haft across his unprotected flesh. At least then, this man would know a measure of the horrors that were inflicted upon his flesh.

The thought of the man being driven to the ground in mirrored agony was -

Lucius’ Will clamped down on the errant notion before it began to spread. He refused to give into his darker, more primal nature to sate the petulant desires of vengeance. That wasn’t who he was. The Silvered Rogue was better than that. Thus, the Pilot tossed the cue stick to the ground and offered up a pleasant smile.

“It was just luck,” Lucius said, lying through his death. This man had no right to know that Pilot was cursed. It wasn’t his place, nor could be sure what the others within the Squadron would think of him. His time away from the camaraderie had changed him, in ways that he hoped would turn out for the better.

Adorning a smile, the wounded pilot slipped his arm around his would-be attacker’s shoulders and steered him away from the fighting.

“Now, let’s get you a drink.”

 

[Choli Vyn]

AGGRAW
Location: The Weary Traveler Cantina
Objective: Do your own thing - Chillin' with Rogues and Scoundrels
Allies: [member="Alexandra Russo"] 1, [member="Aedan Lochlan"] 2, [member="Tela Uolmi"] 3, [member="Loske Matson"] 5, [member="Cal Sedaire"] 6, [member="Choli Vyn"] 7, [member="Vale Endriss"] 8, [member="Asmus Janes"] 9, [member="Lucius Varad"] 12,[member="Allyson Locke"] 13, [member="Owen Holst"] 14, [member="Devyn Lynton"] 17, [member="Zark"], [member="Logen Brunner"]
Enemies: Bar brats
|24|

"ASMUS!" Choli gave a cry of alarm, seeing the poor pretty boy Rogue get decked right on his face. Moving quickly, Choli did the only thing she could do.

Tackled the Rodian responsible for decking her friend!

"HEY!" she cried out, moving in with as much strength and speed as she could. The roar of the brawl seemed to only get louder, and Rogue Seven went in low. She managed to nab the guy right along the hips. It was unexpected and soon both went tumbling hard against a table and a toppled chair.

Oh yeah, this was Rogue Squadron at its finest!

With that, it seemed the bar fight was starting to wane. With a rush, she went scrambling over to [member="Asmus Janes"].

"Janes!" she cried out, motioning for [member="Lucius Varad"] to help her.

"Oh kark, your nose!" clearly it was bleeding just about...everywhere...

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: M'haeli
Post: 18/25
Allies: [member="Alesia Rivas"]
Enemies: Rebellious farmers
Objective: Recruiting locals as Jedi

"Why issa financial footprint of Jedi important to yousa?"

"I don't want my service to be a burden to those I will then swear to protect"

"Never mesa seeing Jedi recruits spake about choosen theirsa specialty based on how much theysa cost"

"I've heard some claim that Jedi are overpriced for what they actually do"

"Never heard dat either"

At least there was an implicit acknowledgement that Jedi actually did something. Probably the beggar is referring to Jedi Ambassadors, Diplomats on the Consular side or the Shadows on the Sentinel side, let alone Guardians in general. Ugohr was surprised in more ways than one when he heard about that beggar being interested in the economics of running the Order. Hopefully Ugohr would see past it. But how many Jedi would be able to have such discussion with unemployed recruits? Not many. And rarely did anti-FU rhethoric talk about their cost-effectiveness. And Ugohr wasn't actively involved in the administration of the NJO, let alone able to determine how could Jedi be operating in a more cost-effective fashion.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Arrgaw
Allies: [member="Alexandra Russo"] 1, [member="Aedan Lochlan"] 2, [member="Tela Uolmi"] 3, [member="Loske Matson"] 5, [member="Cal Sedaire"] 6, [member="Choli Vyn"] 7, [member="Vale Endriss"] 8, [member="Asmus Janes"] 9, [member="Lucius Varad"] 12, [member="Allyson Locke"] 13, [member="Owen Holst"] 14, [member="Devyn Lynton"] 17, [member="Logen Brunner"]
Objective: [DO YOUR OWN THING]
4/38

The Weary Traveler Cantina

This wasn't Zark's first bar fight, although back in the old days he usually made more of an effort to defuse these situations rather than escalate them. Life in the Outback meant dealing with the occasional tavern brawl the way most dealt with inclement weather. They were an inevitability, and so it helped to know how to take care of oneself in the middle of them. His original blow had sent Vale's aggressor reeling, but aided only by his physical strength as it was it wasn't enough to knock him out of the fight. As the establishment around them erupted into chaos, two of the spacers' friends materialized nearby, emboldened by their now superior numbers and the apparent inebriation of the Rogue pilot. He tried to stand in front of Endriss to shield him with his body, but was forced to dive out of the way of a flying chair and so instead cut two of the spacers off from the third, hoping somehow the drunken Rogue could handle one foe.

As much as he tried, there were certain aspects of Force sensitivity that the Captain could not suppress completely, such as enhanced senses and reflexes, especially in times of high adrenaline. Pulsar was no teras kasi master, but he knew enough that taking on two opponents in an even fist fight would be a simple enough feat. Unfortunately, one of them was holding a vibroblade. Too quickly for the knife wielder to react, Zark stepped into the man's guard and isolated the blade hand at his wrist, bending his arm behind his back and twisting at such an angle that his opponent was forced to drop the weapon. Kicking the blade away into a corner under some tables, he shoved the spacer into his charging ally, sending them crashing into a third party and disappearing in the crowd of fighters around them.

Taking a moment to get his bearings, the Captain saw but was too late to stop the bat from striking a nearby Rogue's head. As Zark kicked the bat wielder back across a table, he thought he recognized the pilot from his dossier as [member="Owen Holst"]. Uncertain his squad mates would notice quickly enough to get him the medical attention he needed, Zark hoisted the unconscious pilot up onto his feet and began to drag him towards the exit as gingerly as he possibly could, just as Commander Russo emerged back into the main room and began shouting at them all to leave.

Well, this could have gone better.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Tyus Cluster
Post: 1/?

Allies: Not really any out here
Enemies: Event Horizons

Objective: Set up a research and development lab in the cluster

"Is the station on its way?" Taeli asked, looking out from the small frigate she was using as a temporary command post.

"Yes, Ma'am," a technician replied. "The tug reported it was about to begin its final hyperspace jump to our location. Shouldn't be long now. We identified the spot where the station would be locked into a stable location and our craft would have a relatively safe time going in and out from it."

"Excellent," Taeli said, shivering a little as she looked at the black holes in the distance, sucking in everything... even the Force couldn't escape the pull of those monsters. Black holes always made Force Users unease because they felt like nothing, just... emptiness. Still, she was swallowing her distaste to make sure everything was set for this... odd idea Jaxson had. With the Alliance moving into the system, Jaxson had mentioned he wanted to get a team out to study the Tyus Cluster. Taeli had asked why and the man had admitted that the research would be into whether or not they could replicate singularities at a smaller scale for use in weapons and other technologies.

Taeli had agreed... and then expanded his idea by having one of the company's Nightshade Research Stations moved to the place and staffed with enough people to make Jaxson's idea a reality. Time kept ticking along, the tug most likely only a few minutes away, and yet... time did have a stop... and she was staring at what caused it.

 

[Isha]

Mhaeli
Crystal Gathering
|25|

As it were, Knight Varek was able to calm down the cavern spiders. He was the sort to be able to communicate with such creatures easily, and it allowed the rest of the New Jedi Order padawans and knights to come in without fear. He would return shortly, giving a nod.

"Come on padawans...." he would gesture, waving them over to follow him. "A cavern up ahead as larger crystals that would suit. Everyone please focus onto the Force. " he would instruct.

"Reach out, see which crystal calls you." he would continue to say. "This will be the crystal that shall be attuned to you."

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: The Hydian Way, aboard The Flame, Enroute to Tyus Cluster
Posts: 1
Objective: Entertain [member="Myra Elspeth"] while on business
Theme: Dirty Souls

For the first time in - well, ever - Lily was sitting aboard her personal transport, a Corporeal-class freighter that she had designed some years ago when she'd taken lead of Koros Spaceworks, sitting beside her younger sibling. Together Lily and Myra were taking a short trip out into unoccupied space, while the Galactic Alliance was spreading its influence into the area, in order to both plot the location of a new space station and to have some fun sisterly bonding time with the twenty-seven year old and the cutesy six-year old that her parents had adopted. Unlike her usual trips in the freighter, Lily was most certainly not partying in the passenger cabin with drink in hand - rather she was tapping the base of her heel to the beat of a song playing in the background with a slight smile on her face while she looked over to Myra. There was something about the little girl that captured most of her attention, aside from the rhythmic part of her that was still listening to the music, but she wasn't sure if it was because of how adorable Myra was or if it was that similar urge she felt when she was talking to her father about the future.

Maybe kids weren't so bad.

A slight tug on her hair, which pulled her out of the reverie she was in, quickly shot down that thought. "Careful." Lily warned with a briefly pained smile. The curious look in Myra's eyes at her words was so heartwarming that she could have sworn her heart melted there and then. For the last half hour the adorable child had been playing with her hair, which she seemed as interested in as Lily had been with the internal debate about whether she wanted children or not. Clearly, though she wasn't outwardly certain, she did. "Nadja do you have an estimate on our E.T.A?" Lily called out, speaking to her Tetan attendant, a woman who had become her modern-era version of a handmaiden. Nadja was almost always by Lily's side these days, ever since her coronation, and though she was able to pilot a ship - something Nadja had disclosed with Lily on their first evening together at the palace, a secret she'd kept from her parents that thought she was a 'proper' Tetan noble - she was not the one sitting in the chair this time around. A professional, someone who worked for the navigation guild of Empress Teta, was their pilot today, someone whose name was either Tomas or something just as non-noble as could be - he was a Coruscanti if she recalled - which put her interest in getting to know him far below the price of eggs. In other words, he was more or less just a warm body for the day. "We have another hour or so, Lily." Nadja replied with a smile, amused with the sight of her empress having her hair toyed with by a six year old.

 

[Jsc]

Mheali
Holo-practice w/ Rick Pouts p1

Karen Roberts of Denon stood tall and straight on the top of the green fluffy bluff. From her high perch near the river bend she overlooked a vast agricultural wonderland. Fairy-tail windmills and all.

"Quite a view, eh Pouts?"

She turned her dark helm towards the weary smuggler behind her. He was sitting on a dry rock and spinning his pistol. Every bit the cowboy he was.

"If you say so Blue. But I hope you didn't come all the way up here for the scenery now?"

He smiled and tipped his sandy brown hair to the sun. He wasn't here for the perfectly good vista. Rick Pouts of Arbra was here for some shooting. Karen scoffed at his cheap candor and withdrew her own blaster pistol. Brand new too. Only just bought it three days ago on Sullust. She smiled to her gun's shiny new finish,

"Okay cowboy. You asked for it. Ha."

Rick jumped up to this feet and gave a grand theatrical bow.

"Alright. Now that's more like it! Come on darlin'. These holo-targets ain't gonna shoot themselves."

Karen smirked on the inside of her all-black Gem's Coat. Her exotic little space suit designed for everyday wear. Oh yes. She was going to enjoy a little target practice with her new gun. This was going to be fun.

Together they skipped down the hill with their firearms held high. Just around the corner was an empty field they would be using for holo-practice. An excellent spot to shoot the breeze and kill an afternoon. Rick stepped up the starting line and Karen motioned for him to begin,

"After you Mister Pouts. Hehe. After you."

Mm. It's blasting time cowgirls. Yeehaa!

.....

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Location: The Hydian Way, aboard The Flame, Enroute to Tyus Cluster
Posts: 26
Objective: Play with older sis's hair!! [member="Lily Kuhn"]
Theme: Dirty Souls

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A light giggle came bubbling from behind Lily, wide gray eyes crinkling at the corners as Myra Espeth, better know as simply Myra, tried to be extra careful with Lily's hair. It was so pretty and soft! Myra found herself fascinated by how a curl would wrap around her finger, bright red like fire. She was in the midst of putting in all the pretty little combs and pins Lily had brought out. She had so many!

There were blue ones and pinks ones. And shiny ones. Some with sticks and other with little clips. The youngling was in half awe that Lily was letting her play with them and put them into Lily's hair that she almost didn't want to touch the pretty glittery pieces to begin with. What if I broke them!!?

But after a bit of coaxing and encouragement, the little girl shyly began to brush the vibrant hair. It was almost like Dangah's - she hadn't quite taken to callin' them mama or papa yet; those were names she'd used for her real mama and papa - but Lileh's was such a brighter red and there wasn't any silver streaks through it.

Mister Tuggles was with them, and the massive creature was curled up at their feet. His big black nose was tucked right under his massive paws, and every once in a while they'd year a soft snort or two. The music was catchy. So catchy that before Myra knew it, she was humming along with the song - a startling thing for the seemingly mute little girl. Her trauma had affected her so much that she wasn't keen on talking much, but what little progress she made were welcomed strides.

Every so gently, Myra would pass the brush through a lock of Lily's hair. She was gonna braid it and then curl it up nicely by her ear. Then, using one of the really pretty shiny sticks, she was gonna tuck it right up so it wouldn't move!

Grinning wide enough so pearly white teeth would show, the six year old began to match the beat of the song playing with a slight bounce.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: The Hydian Way, aboard The Flame, Enroute to Tyus Cluster
Posts: 2
Objective: Entertain [member="Myra Elspeth"] while on business; Text [member="Yarva Adisu"] while Myra braids my hair.
Theme: Dirty Souls

#94-039-02-1335
CONTACT - YARVA ADISU

Heyyy, what u up 2?

Lily had found herself with a datapad in hand around the time that Myra started to bounce along with the beat of the song, which was really catchy now - it was almost a conscious effort to not nod her head to the tune. "Nadja, what do you think the chances are that he'll answer?" Lily asked, her face illuminated by the display. The brunette across from her, laying on her side along the other plush couch that identical to the one that she and Myra sat on aside from the plum coloring as compared to the hot pink of theirs, cocked a brow and then smirked. "Still hung up on him, huh?" She mocked, speaking freely with her imperial accent. "I am not hung up on anyone, Nadja - he's just... cute." Lily said with a harsh eye roll. "Right, right. Lily Kuhn - tied down by no man! I bet you're probably imagining yourself ten years from now with him and a little kid, too, aren't you?" Nadja teased, not even trying to hold back the urge to laugh.

"What do you think, Myra?" She asked, turning her head ever-so-slightly in order to not mess up the six year old's amazing work on her hair - better than she could do without a mirror at any rate. "Think that Lily is pretty enough for the special boy to talk to?" Of course the question wasn't posed for more of an answer than maybe an enthusiastic nod or shake of the six year-old's head, but she knew Myra was ecstatic with the combination of the private flight, music, and complete inclusion that Lily gave her in what was normally not shared as openly with her own father. "I'm surprised he even has a way to contact you." Nadja said offhandedly, not one of Lily's circle that were very approving of her doting on some no-name, no-future, non-royal boy. She did, however, think that Lily's almost embarrassing crush on the Mirialan was one of the more genuine and adorable thing she'd had the pleasure of being privy to. "Oh my gosh, Nadja, he is not just some farm boy - and even if he was, it'd be a crime to let him swim away."

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Mhaeli
Objective: Watch Over The Little Ones
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Sardun stood further away from the assemble of Jedi.

He simply watched, observed and waited for a moment where he would have to step in, one way or another. Knight Varek was doing an admirable job, though, and for the greater part of the journey the Jedi Master had simply been an observer of their trip - it was probably better this way. Even after everything that has happened, or perhaps because of it, Michael didn't completely felt himself part of the New Jedi Order.

The Republic had truly fallen this time, the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the old Jedi Order scattered to the wind, and it was on that wind that Sardun was carried to the Galactic Alliance and the New Jedi Order.

They knew of him. His name was known to many, but his disappearance and dropping away from the Galactic scene for a decade had made them weary.

Sardun could understand that kind of caution and didn't take it personally. Instead, he simply waited and let the NJO make up its own opinion about him. Perhaps one day they would trust him, like the Army of Light had trusted him, like the Republic and Kiskla, perhaps.

It would be good for a change.

 

[Kana Truden]

Post 3
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2 - [member="Owen Holst"]
1 - Kana Truden

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“You know, it’s actually kind of hard to believe that it’s gone.” Kana gave the thought a brief mock laughter. “Corvus was so hellbent on protecting those people, and now it seems to have been all for naught.”

Kana had met Michael before. Not for very long, but they had met for long enough to know each other’s name. He had been one of those stragglers that kept waving back and forth between the lines of where he stood with them, but in the end it seemed he had carried himself through the final storm and managed to come out on top much like a few others had as well. Padawans and Knights were getting integrated into the New Jedi Order, Masters were seeing meditation and discussion with the New Jedi Order Masters and Kana was, well, in rehabilitation. There were faces of mixed emotion coming from those that sometimes passed her by. Younglings who had recognized her as that woman who deserted whereas some seemed to welcome her attempts at going back on the right track. She knew she deserved both, but that didn’t mean she would accept the glances with wide open arms.

“From Alderaan, my home, being riddled with beskar clad troopers to Ossus being part of the Silver Sanc-... Right, the Silver Jedi Order, as they call themselves again.” A shrug pulled at her shoulders, but she held it off. Lips pursed in an indifferent little snort. “It’s like we’re going backwards yet forward at the same time.”

“... At least the One Sith is gone. For now.”

[member="Michael Sardun"]