Faction The Danger Life: Episode 1

[Bido Roz’lyn]

The Danger Life

Episode One:
Popping Things Off​

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Bido sits on a couch in front of the holorecorder​

Producer: so tell us who you are.

Bido: well, I'm Flight Officer Bido Roz'lyn, designated Danger two for the Foundation Fighter Corps. I'm 120 years old, and, as you can see, I'm a Dornean.

Producer: clears throat do you have a callsign?

Bido: yes.

Producer: can you tell us what it is?

Bido: appears annoyed Dog Lady. But I really do think I should point out, that I am in no way related to canines. My species actually evolved from pinnipeds.

Producer: that's nice. Anyways, why don't you tell us what your day was like?

Cuts to footage
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After a few hours of struggle, Bido finally managed to get the belly panel under her x-wing out of the way. The 3D printed hull of her ship was well made and designed to take a hit. But it wasn't exactly made to be easily removed, as per the nature of the armour. But after many, many decades of service as a pilot, she at least understood how to use a hydrospanner.

Carefully, she directed her helper droid to set the reactive armor down on the floor, and off to the side without impacting the edges. On the flank of the panel, it was designed to take a pretty hard hit, but when the edges were exposed, the explosive insides were a little more delicate. Once set down, Bido had it ribboned off with proper flagging to keep random wanderers from carelessly getting too close to it. She then proceeded to take a look inside the innards of the x-wing.

Pleasantly, she found that all of the cables were tucked into neat bundles, held together with carbon-fibre clips that produced no magnetism. She made a mental note of how well the regular hangar techs kept things neat and tidy in her ship. Not everyone did such a good job keeping things this clean.

One cable stood out over the others. It was swollen, and lumpy, causing the amniotic jacket to strain from the pressure inside. She gently proceeded to unclip it from the bundles until it hung loosely from the others. She then gave it a very gentle squeeze with her fingers, and twitched her whiskers in disapproval of how firm it was. not good

Cuts back to the couch​

Producer: why were you doing your own maintenance? Don't you have hangar techs for that kind of thing?

Bido: I'm getting to that.

Cuts to footage​

Bido stepped away from the ship and went to the locker room at the end. In there, she found a closet with all sorts of safety equipment. Within moments, she quickly donned a plastic hooded body suit, a filtered face mask, and some rubber gloves. She then did a few light stretches to test her mobility and then returned to the ship. Grabbing a small vibroknife from her toolbox, she reached into the compartment and grabbed the swollen cable. With her knife, she then proceeded to make a tiny incision in the side of the amniotic jacket.

And fluid came gushing out.

Bido had expected the synthetic protein circuit sinews inside the amniotic jacket to be swollen. But instead, what she got was a pus-like discharge, squeezing through the cut she just made. If Bido had to guess, it was just infected plasma discharge, but it had congealed over time. Instead of a liquid, it was more like curdled cheese, extruding through the hole in spastic clumps.

Cuts to the couch​

Bido: aaaaand it stank! The techs were howling and retching on the other side of the hangar.

Shows short footage of the hangar chief throwing up in a bucket

Bido: They didn't tell me it would stink when I said I would do it. They just said "if you wanna do it, be my guest, but I would wait until we get back to the yard if I was you".

Producer: why didn't you wait, like they said?

Bido: I wasn't fond of having it show up on my diagnostic feeds every time I lit the engines, and we still have another week on this assignment.

Producer: and no one would help you out?

Bido: well…

Cuts to footage​

Bido then proceeded to massage the lumpy substance out of the amniotic jacket with her gloved hand when she heard a voice behind her…

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Spoiler: OOC note:

OOC note: Any and all Foundation members are welcome to just jump right in and add whatever they like to the story. Narrative-wise, there is no goal. Just remember to make it feel like "The Office" where there is a camera crew following your characters around and interviewing them.

ICly, the holodrama, "The Danger Life" is a reality series meant to generate sympathetic sentiment for the Foundation… to varying degrees of success…

 

[Asara Ta'kona]

ASARA TA'KONA || STORM
JEDI QUARTERS | RYLOTH
TAG:
GEAR: Link shiz here

Producer
Asara

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WALKING FOOTAGE

Asara walked through the corridors of the mixed conclave of Jedi on Ryloth, her lime and pepper lekku trailed behind her and she walked with a bounce in her step. Behind her was a camera crew from The Danger Life, she was excited to be showing them around a Jedi facility on her homeworld.

"So what's first?"

"Ok, so this is where we train new jedi. I'm kind of a big deal, I help train the younglings and they really like me."

"Knight Asara! Yeeeeey!"

A group of younglings between five and eight ran over and grabbed her by the legs. Asara looked at the camera, turning the group slightly for a better angle.

"Awww, guys what a nice suprise, there's cameras here, remember... did you get that?" she smiled and hugged another very pretty twi'lek youngling. Before standing up.

"I love these kids, that's what it's all about yeah, the future. Children are our future."

She looked into the camera and smiled before bidding farewell and walking out with the camera's in tow.


SOFA FOOTAGE

"Do you remember your own time as a youngling? What was that like?"

"Oh yeah, I was what, two when I was picked up by the NJO. I remember doing my classes, the teachers were inspirational, I think that's what has pushed me to be the best Jedi I can be."

"Do you remember who taught you."

"Guuuys, I'm not going to start name dropping here, that's just not fair to the Masters, was it useful that the Nobles took our combat classes, or that I have been trained by Caltin Vanagor, sure, but I don't like to go on about it."


WALKING FOOTAGE

"This is the central prayer room of this facility, I guess it's a bit like a smaller version of the council chamber on coruscant. There is talk about me joining the Foundation Jedi council."

"I didn't think the Foundation had a jedi council?"

"Well not now, obviously. Where did you get that, I mean talk for the future that I might be on it when it happens."

"Talk by who? Mother Askani ?"

"Of course not her? She's got a whole rebelliion to run, silly." she rolled her eyes playfully.

"Who then"

"Ohhh, sorry. I didn't get a sworn letter in writing, send me to the magma cells." she laughed and rung her hands together in a handcuff gesture.


SOFA FOOTAGE

"So what next?"

"More of the same I think, which I guess is fairly unfortunate. The worse the galaxy is the more the Foundation has to do and there's always more. Always." she placed her hands together under her chin mournfully. "I'll be right there with the Foundation jedi doing everything I can."

"As a member of the council?"

"Ok, that's great, we got everything we need? Put that one in the can?"

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

A Day in the Life
UNDISCLOSED
LOCATION

CUTTO- A bright sunny day, Jedi running around, be it on an obstacle course, running from class to class, or simply conducting drills. The Island does not look to be originally proposed as one, but is set up like a Temple for the Jedi. Security is fairly high, but welcoming to a fault.

We were given the directions to this beautiful island under strict instruction that our sensors, sensor logs and journals are wiped. You see this island is meant to be “secret”, a “Sanctuary” you might say, and no, not the “Shiraya’s Sanctuary” of the Royal Naboo Republic, but an island. Though we were not mistreated, it was clear that our presence was not welcome, clearly by the way that our questions were not answered.

“Are you here preparing for war?” No answer from a Weequay Jedi of the Outter rim in the middle of a run.

“Excuse me, Jedi. Why are you all clustered here, are you preparing an incursion?” Again, nothing from a Rodian Jedi who was meditating.

“Jedi, where is your Master?” A young woman, a Knight, pointed towards what looked to be a huge house.

We were looking for the Lord and Master of the Island. Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor, you may know him from the holo-series “Cooking with Caltin”. A joke of a show about cooking fatty foods and celebrating gluttony. Ironic, considering his musculature. He is quite the statesman though, gently spoken and quite eloquent, some might say “larger than life”.

CUTTO- The holo-camera following, various “clicks” of what looked to be “short circuits in the camera, but were really cuts of footage of the island as they followed the interviewer, and narrator.

We made our way up to the main house where he was standing and speaking who what looked to be two other Jedi, it was them who noticed me and my camera crew and one of them, a leather jacket clad, gruff individual turning out to be a Master himself, Aric Siasides, tried to have us thrown out.

CUTTO- Footage of Jedi Master Aric Siasides and Jenara Starborn walking slowly and respectfully over to the interviewer, even offering bows. Aric asked if they were here for the interview. Caltin himself walked over to a table and waved them over, pointing to a specific spot for the camera to be.

After we were reminded of the terms of our agreement, it was imprinted on us that this was for the safety of the Jedi on the Island, the Island location, the planet we were on, and the vicinity as a whole. From that point on, things seemed to calm down and we were able to have a conversation.

“So, Jedi, why don’t you tell us who you are?”

Certainly. Master Caltin Vanagor.

“So I should call you ‘Master Jedi’?”

shrug If you wish. The general address is ‘Master Jedi’ to any of us, but that is really your choice.

“May I call you ‘Caltin’?”

Shaking his head “no” No, and not because I am trying to be “difficult” but because here the formalities are adhered to.

“So, if we were at a restaurant…”

... in a private setting, sure. However it is a matter of respect. Not for me specifically, but for those around us and all of the Jedi who came before us.

CUTTO- Holo-images of Jedi of the past, “Clone Wars”, “Old Republic”, “High Republic”. Caltin pulled out each of them and was explaining who they were.

He went on to give a rather interesting, short, but too long to include in our program, explanation of the history of the Jedi and naming several of the past.

“Now, you lay claim to being ‘not of this time’.”

If by asking if I was alive and a member of the old Jedi Order, yes. This is true.

“So, you knew the New Jedi Order’s Jonyna Si .”

Shakes head “no” No, I was a Padawan and going through my trials during the Clone Wars, I was Knighted just before the battle of Coruscant. I believe she was a… for lack of a better term… “kitten” around this time. When the Republic was forced into becoming the Empire, several of us went in different directions in the galaxy. Some had to go into hiding, some, like I, were able to continue to help others in our own way.

“Just before the Battle of Coruscant? Not a long time to be a Knight? According to history, that was a long time to go into hiding.”
Shrugging It’s not something that I talk about. It is something that I will never forget though.

“Is that why you are a part of the Foundation?”

perking an eyebrow Beg pardon?

“The Foundation, and their war of opinion with the New Jedi Order, and the Galactic Alliance.”

Okay, allow me to clarify. The Foundation are a humanitarian group, first and foremost, yes, an alternative viewpoint to the Galactic Alliance is presented, but that is what it is.

“So you’re a ‘Humanitarian’?”

I am a “Jedi”, first, foremost, and only. I am not a part of the Galactic Alliance, I am not a part of the New Jedi Order, I am not a part of the Silver Jedi Order, the Tingel Arm Coalition, The Ashlan Crusade, or the Order of Shiraya, or the Foundation.

“Forgive me, I am not trying to be antagonistic, but you have been involved with operations conduct…”

... and forgive me for cutting you off, but I see where you are going with this, and it is understandable. I am a “Jedi” so I will go where I am needed the most. However I go my own way. I follow where the Force, and the Code leads me. Just because I do not subscribe to the principles of one faction or another, does not mean I will not be there if I am needed.

“Sounds like a ‘Mercenary’.”

smirks No, not a “mercenary”. We are allowed to follow our own interpretations, our own “way”. There are many of us “Wayseekers” out there.

“So, in a way. You might be considered a ‘Jedi Vigilante’?”

Chuckles incredulously No, I can understand why you would come to that term, because my loyalty is to the Jedi as a whole, not a particular faction. My responsibility is to helping those who need it, not just when it looks good on paper.

“Final Question, what drives you?”

The hope that one day, I will stand in a galaxy that no longer needs those like me. That Jedi can live a life of serenity, not conflict. That those who need our help the most, no longer need our help. The right thing is often the most difficult thing to do, and if I spend the rest of my days doing so, then it will be days well spent, days of meaning. Not because it helps a side, but because it helps those who need it.

“Okay, one more question. Any regrets?”
This interview. Grins and laughs I’m kidding. No, no regrets.

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[Text in Brackets is spoken on Comm-link] ~Like this is through the Force~​