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New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
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Whitelight
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Aug '07
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Date Posted:
5/9 8:09pm
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RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
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IC: Nikki
As she turn her head up to him, she saw him holding his hand out she smile at him. "Thank you my love." as she got out of her chair. She head towards the ramp with everone else with her hand in Juerr with a bright smile on her face.
Tag: Hounds Dogs
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Katana_Master
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Oct '07
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Date Posted:
5/9 9:37pm
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RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
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IC: Fyar
"This is Skifter. I see them. Repute, halt the offloading. Shields up and scramble what you can."
Those words, spoken by the Admiral, sent Fyar fully into the cockpit, thankful that he hadn’t changed out of his flight suit, which, admittedly, smelled like hell. Within seconds the canopy was closed and Fyar was hovering above the flight deck, requesting permission to take off from hanger control, he got it, and soon he had formed up on Pavail’s X-wing. He opened up a COM channel.
“Sir, I one A-wing between us and the fleet,” Not that the makeshift compilation of junk he saw rated the distinction of ‘fleet’ “It appears to be disabled, the unknowns seem to be converging on it.” He checked his instruments. “Sir, we can get there before they do, but it’s going to be close.”
TAG: Lank
OOC: I don’t know why, but I feel like I’m going beyond my RP authority.
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"It's the Nobel Peace Prize, not the Nobel Politics Prize!" Me, angrily.
Fyar Escalos. Rising Star 8.
Jasock Reens. Unassigned.
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SECRETSISTER
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Nov '01
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Date Posted:
5/10 12:13pm
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RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
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5/10 12:14pm (1 edits total)
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OOC: KM, you did exactly right! Officers with initiative go far and fast!
*cough* Now. On to some problems. I know I've been out for two days, but I have now caught up on the reading I missed. I had two major CORRECTIONS! to make. 1) Our Commander's name is Hera Sunford with accents on the first syllable of the first name and on the second syllable of the second name, like this! HERa SunFORD. Now. Pronounce it out loud and run the syllables together. Do you get it? Now. Never forget her name again! 10-Q! 2) We have a TRANSPORT ship like the ones you see in The Empire Strikes Back! Please use it! Again...10-Q! And if you don't know what that means, say it out loud, too. [/end_rant] 
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Jim_Palso
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Oct '04
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Date Posted:
5/10 2:09pm
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RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
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5/10 2:19pm (3 edits total)
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IC: Ah...everyone on the Ill Repute II[
Ill Repute II
"This is Skifter. I see them. Repute, halt the offloading. Shields up and scramble what you can."
"Copy that Skifter," Stunford replied, adding, "Give me a deployment ComScan."
"Crazy Mike just launched, along with Fyar, making two X-Wings, one A-Wing to our starboard in a arrow formnation, Skifter leading. There is one A-Wing floating in between us and the unknown enemy fleet of corvettes and Uglies."
"Shields? Gunnery?" Each replied their stations were ready. "Comms, get me contact with the enemy ships and that A-Wing. Helm, move us out of orbit from Fumpoil. Hanger Control, get the Lambda ready for a rescue mission---"
"Ma'am, the Lambda has a fuel leak. Its down." Reported the Hanger Control Officer.
"Is Palso up yet?"
"No, ma'am. He's prepping to launch."
"Get Palso and his ship ready for a rescue then. Get two medics and a team of three secuirty guards---someone get Lieutenant Commander Times and get him on that ship."
Lieutenant Commander Times, report to the Hanger Bay for orders.
Tag Folks
OOC: I won't be online until Tuesday folks. Bevan, don't forgot about our *cough* characters *cough*.
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Blade_of_Silver
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Jan '07
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Date Posted:
5/10 6:11pm
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RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
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5/10 6:12pm (1 edits total)
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OOC1: BOO! Yes, I'm still alive. I should still have some internet tomorrow. After that I don't know how long it's going to be questionable internet-wise (for both me and KM) but I'll try to keep up as best I can.
IC: Casya
The former bounty hunter, among other former occupations, remained quiet during the discussion and subsequent argument concerning their fast-approaching landing. She tried mentally listing the items and actions that would be required to reclaim her base for the Outcasts while making another list of everything she knew about Belkadan and the equipment she would likely need to bring and use down there. But giving herself so many distractions on top of the ones already happening around her just made it easier for her to reflect on her dream, or whatever it had been.
As they got ready to disembark, she waited for Nikki, Juerr, and Tlo to leave the cabin. When they were gone she took a deep breath, as if taking in the planet even though the majority of the air in the cockpit was still the recycled stuff of the ship. After that breath she looked out on the world arrayed beneath her and the ship. Inside her mind she recalled images of the planet that she had both seen and imagined before this visit and layered them just behind her eyes so that she got a mental image of how the planet was now and what had been done on it for the environment to get to this point.
The exercise took mere moments and as she left her seat and the cockpit she felt a little more relaxed and prepared for what might lay ahead than she had been. She quietly stood behind the other Rock Hounds in a hafl-casual, half-ready-for-anything stance as the ship checked for toxins in the atmosphere and then lowered the ramp.
TAG: Rock Hounds and Juerr again for the droid waiting for the group
OOC2: Bonus post, just because I feel like it:
IC: Dare
“You know, if this info is wrong...”
“IT’S NOT!”
“I’m just saying if it is...”
“IT’S NOT!”
“If it is...” Dare glared at his Chev friend, sitting in the pilot’s chair next to him, until Vek closed his mouth before uttering another interjection, “then this whole very dangerous trip will be for nothing.”
Vek snorted in skepticism, turned to his control panel and now that the pair had received clearance from ground control, he flicked a couple more switches and the Crow’s Sword jumped into hyperspace before his friend could come up with a good reason for not going. As the familiar blue lines swallowed the ship he mumbled something Dare just barely caught as having to do with the trip not being dangerous yet.
Before the demolitions expert could comment, Vek turned to Dare and added out loud, “Besides, the p-o-t-e-n-t-i-a-l danger is only for you. I’m just the pilot.” Dare thwacked the said pilot with a glove. It was an old joke, and between the two of them it had some history to it, not to mention they both knew it wasn’t true.
For the next few hours the pair swapped stories with each other about the time they’d been on their own, and occasionally they would peer back further in their memories to the times when they were working on the same team. By silent and mutual agreement they didn’t talk about the short period of time between the two.
In the middle of one of these reveries Dare stopped talking and looked out the window at the hyperspace lines still surrounding them. “You know, this kind of feels wrong: wasting time like this while Crosshair is dying...”
Vek looked at Dare as he spoke, “Well, in a way it does. But there’s not much else to do in situations like this except waste time in hyperspace. We’re not going any faster than this ship can go – I’m already pushing the engines as it is – and the ship is not going to slow down if we talk too much.” A light on the panel started blinking and with it came a chime that sounded vaguely like someone practicing 3 notes on a half-ruined instrument again and again.
Dare covered his ears for a second, then removed his hands with some discomfort as Vek spoke. “Well, time’s-a-wasting, and we’ve wasted enough to be coming out of hyperspace now.” Vek hit a couple switches and a countdown began on the panel. Vek clasped his hand around one of the controls and looked over at Dare. “Let’s hope you’re wrong, because Coruscant isn’t the nicest of places even if you’re not a wanted criminal.”
“Nice vote of confidence.” Dare kept his eyes on the viewscreen and under his breath, almost without realizing it, he murmured, “May the Force be with us, and them...”
“Them?” Vek had caught his words, but now he suddenly focused on the first few. “Wait, don’t tell me YOU are starting to get into all that...”
The countdown finished and Vek pulled the ship out of hyperspace.
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*On Leave* Lieutenant Junior Grade Darmin Qex - Preventer 4
Flight Officer Casya Tolunnar - Fallen Angels 9
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Lank_Pavail
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Sep '02
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Date Posted:
5/10 7:13pm
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"Copy, Rising 8. Mike, form up. We're moving in to intercept." *Lank's sensor board lit up, showing a Fampol patrol group moving in as well.*
"Fampol Control, this is Skifter. I have three fighters to support your squadron. The Ill Repute is also moving to intercept. Call the play."
"This is Commander Grel of the Fampol Defense Corps to the advancing vessels. Shut down your weapons and engines or you will be considered hostile. Respond immediately."
Tag: The pirates, Fyar, and Palso.
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SECRETSISTER
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Nov '01
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Date Posted:
5/10 8:10pm
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RE: New Jedi Outcasts RP...V. 2.0
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IC: As at least, two people...but not Tlo...probably Lissa...and another...from the fanfic.
*The female Fampoli walked down the corridor to the visitors billets and almost turned and hied to the hangar when the klaxon went off. She stopped abruptly and scolded herself.*
You don't fly any more! You're not a Lancer and you're not a Rogue...any more!
*She snorted at her automatic reaction and then continued down the hallway to the number given her at the 'Watch' desk. She knocked politely on the door.
"Come!"
*Lissa called loud enough to be heard through the door enunciator though her voice was still heavy with sleep. The klaxon had awakened her out of a nightmare and she was grateful for the automatic response. The door swished open and Lissa's face lit up! Maybe the long, braided hair and the prehensil tail were more gray than silver, and maybe the bat-like ears were somewhat age spotted, but the aquamarine eyes were as bright as the warm sea, and to Lissa, Fiol Jiq-Barr was just as beautiful as ever. She sprang up from where she sat on the edge of the bed and rushed into the inviting open arms.*
Oh, Fiol! I'm so glad you came! I was going to ask Sorin...
...Who is all too busy and never where you want him to be, so I knew this was the only way we'd meet any time soon!
*Fiol laughed and held Lissa tight.*
My Chulka. Has it been a very hard time? I heard about the Coruscant Base...
*She pushed Lissa back and held her by the shoulders, her face taking on a fierce look.*
How dare they assault you and accuse you of such heinousness! How can they do that to a loyal daughter of the Republic?
*She made a growling sound in her throat.*
Not that they were very helpful out here in the back of beyond. I swear! We were glad the contingent stationed here was called out and never came back during the war with the Yuuzhan Vong!
*Then, typical of Fiol, she changed subjects before Lissa could say anything.*
And here I am, waking you up and you're half asleep and probably wanting a shower. So. Go take it while you can. I'll run your clothes through the quick refresher and they'll be fit to wear by the time you get out.
*She shooed at Lissa with both clawed hands.*
Go on now! Go! Go! I'll still be here when you get out!
*All Lissa could do is laugh and head for the shower.*
No Tag. More later.
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The person responsible is the one who did it. - Hubby
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Mitth_Fisto
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Sep '05
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Date Posted:
5/10 9:25pm
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IC: J9-85 & Juerr Pakka
As the ramp slowly lowered and came to a rest AteHive gave a gaze upon the Trianii in the group, and an odd group assortment to compile together. "Who are you sir." inquired 85 as it pulled its flame thrower from its pack to aim at the group.
Juerr was less then plussed at the cold reaction but understood it well, his tail was longer then the last time they had spoken. "Juerr Pakka-Elite, scan voice, bone, retinal, and physical damage for confermation."
"Scanning....scanning....enferring....identity confermed. You arrive of your own volition?"
"Yes, AteHive. Do you mind?" asked Juerr indicating the flamethrower still pointed in their direction.
"Not at all. But will delay for transmission."
"Transmission?"
"Yes, your family awaits in the ship west of here at the old compound of the aliens, and for your potential mate. That is if she is still potential and the entwining of carapaces is merely a premating condition for her kind."
"It is. Why did they send you anyway AteHive?"
"To guide your ship and to serve in your abscense at my behest for the Outcasts, as well as to deliver all information gathered on this planet that is stored in my data banks as well as to provide link for communication purposes." At the last mention the droids chest seemed to form a seam before popping open to reveal a jar and datapad inside. Tossing the data pad to Nikki it pulled out the jar and held it out to Tlo and Casya, "This is a villip, whomever is going to act as leader of this remaining party please take and allow to emprint for future communications with Juerr and plus one. Juerr you two better get a move on if you wish. Parental hive units are growing anxious."
Nodding Juerr squezzed Nikki's hand, "Shall we get going?"
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SECRETSISTER
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Date Posted:
5/11 8:33pm
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IC: Tlo...
*Tlo looked at the villip and swallowed the bile that clogged her throat - Yuuzhan Vong technology had always 'grossed her out'. None the less, she did as AteHive asked her then turned to Casya.*
I guess we'd better get to looking around a bit...take some holos and such to show to Her Supreme Chancelloressness.
*She turned a slow circle, really looking this time. She sniffed the air and smiled at it's pleasant scent.*
Well! This may not be too bad...
*She turned to the droid.*
Uhh...AteHIve, right? Is is okay if we sorta look around a bit? Do you have any suggestions? We're looking for a place for the Jedi Outcasts to set up a base...
TAG: Mitth
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Mitth_Fisto
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Date Posted:
5/11 8:59pm
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IC: J9-85(AteHive)
Closing his chest compartment he nodded slightly, "That is corrrect. To the northwest izzz the orignal outpost. In ruins but the structure stands though it was made for only a small contingent and not an organizzzzation."
Turning to point with a pincher it indicated a new direction, "To the East is the Vong settlement, and suited to more travel and use of larger numbers. It izzz also the closzer of the two locations from this site." Emmiting a soft buzz and click of its mandibles its head jerked back to Tlo. "Ariel Schematiczz of both locations are now loaded in both your datapadzzz."
TAG: Tlo, Rock Hounds
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SECRETSISTER
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5/11 9:13pm
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IC: Tlo...
*With the droid's assurance, Tlo looked down at her datapad, studied it, turned in the right direction and started off.*
I gotta see what's left of the YZ place. Thanks, AteHive. Casya, you comin'? I hope the place is halfway clean...and dead. I don't plan on living in anything that's alive AT ALL!!
*She loosened her blaster in its holster as she started out - there was no telling what they might run into...*
TAG: RockHounds
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Mitth_Fisto
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5/11 9:33pm
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IC: AteHive
As they started out AteHive fell in behind Tlo and the other, best to let the organics feel self assured. There was a load roar, strong and clear not too long into the journey. "Male or female feline indiginous mamal, not of...YZ? originzzz." it commented, much as any one would about the weather.
It was worried its flame thrower would scare it off if it came too close like the one had a couple hours ago, although to be safe it began running computations on how close that might have been.
TAG: Rock Hounds
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SECRETSISTER
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5/11 9:56pm
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IC: Tlo...
*The roar seemed to come out of nowhere, but Tlo saw AteHive reach for his flamethrower. Tlo pulled her blaster and made sure it was on heavy stun before she continued her walk.*
YZ...Yuuzhan Vong, Ate...may I call you Ate? Or would you prefer the full reference? Are you manumitted? Somebody fixed you up real well... If you could, would you give me a rundown on the wild life...like that feline. I'd rather keep my eyes on the trail right now.
TAG: RockHounds...mainly Mitth
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Jedi_Sha
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5/12 8:33am
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IC: Rhianon
After several days working at the cantina, Rhianon had heard all manner of gossip. She felt fairly up to date on all the goings on around the starport and town. Too bad none of it was anything in which she was interested.
It was her day off and she was restless. The only good gossip thus far had come from the Jedi so it seemed to her the next logical step was to snoop around at the temple to see what she could overhear.
She strolled into the commons and glanced around, eyes skimming briefly over the beings around her. She found a spot against the wall to lean. Her lip pursed in thought as she strained to hear the conversations around her. But all she picked up was talk of the temple, the masters, the students, the training. She rolled her eyes and tossed the dark hair out of her face with a quick shake of her head.
Her thoughts drifted slightly as she listened to the meaningless chatter. Sure would be nice if someone was wearing an "Ask me about the Outcasts" tag. Or if I could find an information booth where I could pay to get hard facts about the Outcasts.
For a brief moment, she contemplated just going Jedi to Jedi asking about the the group but quickly dismissed the thought. People were always more forthcoming with information when they thought no one else was listening.
Rhianon settled back, willing something interesting to surface as she slowly popped her knuckles. With a sigh, she crossed her arms, realizing that at least for the moment she would have to be content to just listen and wait for her luck to pan out.
Tag: Whoever's around
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PulsarSkate
Title: Ex-Mod
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Date Posted:
5/12 7:43pm
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IC: Dinn Tsalisz
"So. Tell me how you met Nimaj and what the hell you were doing." Dinn half asked, half demanded, removing the splint and beginning to inject the painkiller into the surounding area of the wound. She took care to focus on healing, not allowing any... jealous feelings to clutter things up and affect the girl who had allowed her to work on the wounds. Dinn's anger and frustration had been screwed up into a little ball and let go the moment she'd reached out to her lost...whatever Nimaj was to her now.
"Ugh." she sighed in disgust, pushing the thoughts away. "That Mouse guy really did a number on your leg." she added, covering for the fact that she was actually talking about something else. She finished cleaning the wound, applied the burn salve and wrapped the knee up again. While Qatya continued to talk, Dinn began stowing away the med kit.
While still listening, she looked in another storage locker and pulled out some food supplies. It wouldn't be the best meal - reconstituted noodle things with a thin but spiced broth, but it would fill them up.
"You want?" she asked, shaking one of the packets at their 'guest'.
tag: Allegra, Laine if you want
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