Warden Con 852 ABY

[Jada Raxis]

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Warden Con 852 ABY!​

OOC: This thread is open to all Wardens and associated guests sponsored by them. No Darksiders please, please tag along with a sponsor as Wardens are canonically secretive as Darth Sidious. Folks interested in becoming Wardens welcome.

Folks Possibly Interested: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Chloe Blake"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Mara Merrill-Valkner"] [member="Simona Campos"] [member="Onna Sunrider"]

Credit for some Plagiarism goes to [member="Jorus Merrill"]

Location: Derelict Washburn-Class, secret coordinates.

In your first post, please fill out the nametag template so people know, IC and OOC, what you're interested in doing. Also where you're at.

IC: Upon boarding the old Derelict Washburn-Class, each Person received a nametag from a rusty droid. The tag had a number of boxes to check:

Name __________
Looking for Instructor ___
Looking for Student ___
Looking for Sparring Partner ___
Barter and Trade ___
Services Offered ______________

BOW SECTION: Bar and mess hall
BRIDGE: Swap meet under the stars
CARGO BAY: Training equipment here
ENGINEERING: Intel sharing, partnership, mission planning

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Secret Coordinates had been sent in the mail. And now somehow, she'd found her way here. As Jada stepped down the airlock out of her Jast 1 S.S. Quantum Runner she breathed a small sigh of relief. What might have been initially a trap, turned out to be a lil meet and greet. She recognized the Spacers Leather, ruffled hairs, and the many different accents.

More importantly she recognized that most of them had calloused hands, kind hearts, and almost zero projectile weapons.

A sign read Warden Con, and a droid did arrive to hand her a name tag.

"Wow."

After Skor II she was relieved to for once, not do battle.

She filled it out. It read

Name: Jada Raxis
Looking for Instructor: X
Looking for Student ___
Looking for Sparring Partner: X
Barter and Trade: X
Services Offered: Smuggling, Limited Force Training; Barriers

Then sauntered off down the halls. Perhaps a drink was in order. So she went to the BOW SECTION.

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

Aeshi frowned slightly as her ship docked with the rusty old freighter. It was a good class. She knew it. Never flown in one, but she knew it. Most of her kind did. Spacers, smugglers, in this special case, Wardens. She was not the first to arrive, in fact. Others had already arrived before her. She left her kit behind as she strode onto the deck, pausing as a droid handed her a name-tag. That was a surprise. They were being very official with this Warden Con. More official than she had ever anticipated from the Wardens. Loners, for the most part. Ghosts, some thought they were. Legends, but Aeshi knew the truth. They were real, all of them. Every story, every legend, every myth. It was the stories told about them that made them true.

Name: Aeshi Tillian
Looking for Instructor
Looking for Student
Looking for Sparring Partner X
Barter and Trade X
Services Offered: Smuggling, Cargo Hauling, Ship refitting, mercantile trade

Once she finished, she placed it on her coat and strode further into the ship, wandering aimlessly at first, before deciding to head towards the BOW. Start with a drink and then move on to business.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Kaia was the one who came. Coren had sent a message out to [member="Jada Raxis"] that he had a few other things to attend, but that he would be willing to take on students. But for now, he had a military to help run. However, Kaia had no such reservations. She was here, with the Pulsar not far away. She boarded the Derelict, wondering idly if her father was going to be here, or maybe Kinsey was alive.

She didn’t know that [member="Rekha Kaarde"] was working as a Warden, after having been told more about it from Coren.

Her name tag read as such:

Name: Kaia Starchaser
Looking for Instructor: No
Looking for Student: Maybe
Looking for Sparring: Nope
Barter/Trade: Yes
Services: Pathfinding, smuggling, tracking


She made her way towards the Bow

[member="Aeshi Tillian"]

 

[Jada Raxis]

[member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"]

Name: Jada Raxis
Looking for Instructor: X
Looking for Student ___
Looking for Sparring Partner: X
Barter and Trade: X
Services Offered: Smuggling, Limited Force Training; Barriers

The BOW

At the bow she came across two unlikey characters. One she knew to be Correns kin, pegged by the facial structure and the way she carried herself. The other name that was known in some of the smaller circles of the galaxy. Tillian of some sort. she peered across the room at their nametags, as two junior Wardens tumbled with each other across the floor's and up the walls.

"Tillian and Starchaser, fancy seeing you folks here. Jada Raxis at you service."

She gave a curt bow, a sign of respect among their scattered profession, drawn from their precursors, the Jedi.