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Post by Mandalorian on Feb 14, 2008 1:34:08 GMT -5
Wey shook her hand "Wey Sol, but I geuss you already knew that huh?" he had a smal smirk on his face "as for being at Endor I actually was, i flew alongside the rebel forces. I severed as fighter cover for the Mon Cal Cruiser Independance"
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Post by Rain on Feb 14, 2008 10:30:07 GMT -5
"Wait a minute," Olee interupted, "If you give him Force Valor, then it will give him Force sensitivity for a few days, urging his midichlorians to multiply. If you keep on giving him Force Valor then he will grow unstable. The Force has to come naturally and be nurtured. And the last thing we need is a smart mouthed, untrained Jedi prodigy on our hands." She smiled
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Post by Abby on Feb 14, 2008 15:38:32 GMT -5
Nait laughed out loud. Jaskia glared at him and turned her gaze to Olee to explain. “Force Valor works a lot of way,” Jaskia explained. “More than I can say, anyway. But the strength of the Valor comes from the one who cast it. If you prod at his consciousness a bit, you’ll be able to tell that I cast it. I’m drawing my own strength and energy to maintain it. It doesn’t affect him at all. It’s only a shield. The parts of his brain that respond to stimuli and, in a rare case, offensive mind control powers, is protected. It’s not causing anything to multiply or regenerate by the hundred, no.”
“It’s the same as Force Persuading,” she went on. “If I went to him a dozen times a day and made him do the same thing over and over again, it won’t make him Force Sensitive. Just weak-minded. And he’d have to be that already if I could get through to him.”
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Post by Rain on Feb 14, 2008 15:53:05 GMT -5
"Uhhh... I think I'll go to my quarteres for a while." Olee joked with an emabarassed smile. "Actually," She said, beginning to feel the pain in her ribs, "That doesn't sound like such a bad idea!"
She bent over towards Han and kissed him on the lips.
"Get well soon.." She said before leaving to her dorm, a smile on her face.
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Post by Abby on Feb 14, 2008 16:29:34 GMT -5
High above them, in a maintenance shaft enlarged for the much bigger bodies of Mon Cals, Mara Jade lay on her stomach, ear pressed against the thin flooring, pushing away all sight and sound of the gears and smart parts twirling in the side panels around her to listen to the conversation going on between the leader of the Jedi and her slaves. She heart the slight scuffle of Nait Gash’s boots as he shifted his feet, the whirring servodrivers of the droid, 3-B. The slight chirping, squeaky noise as Starstone’s lips came off of Solo’s.
“She can’t do that,” Paine was saying after the girl had left. “Han’s Leia’s man.” The tone of her voice sounded angry, frustrated. Like somebody with too much pent-up steam. Mara added that to her mental folder.
“I know,” Gash said. “But she’s alone in this galaxy. She thinks she is, at least.” There was a slight scratching sound. He must have been rubbing his head, she thought. “As long as the smart-mouth here doesn’t remember it, there’s nothing wrong with it I guess.”
A pause. “Nait, people get pregnant and they don’t remember it, either.” Jaskia’s voice. Dry as bread. Sarcastic.
“I miss Scout,” Nait admitted. “She almost always takes my side.”
“It isn’t about sides.” Jaskia’s voice faded off. She sighed.
“You’re crowding the patient’s breathing room,” the droid, 3-B, snapped. “Out, out, out!”
Mara smiled to herself and slowly moved backwards along the maintenance hatch. It was time, she mused, to play her role as Lumiya.
Rolling onto her back—carefully, so her lightsaber didn’t drag—she opened one of the seemingly unidentifieable hatches. It came open with a slow hiss and rose on mechanical poles. Soon, it was wide enough for her to squeeze through. Before it had even finished opening, Mara had climbed out pressed for the release, automatically making it go back down again, covering her retreat. The room she had come up in was her quarters, small as they were. They were about the size of a supply closet with one power outlet and a roll-up sleeping bag pressed against both walls. It had used to be a droid recharge station for the ship’s astromach droids, but since they had installed the newer ones at the astro bay, this area had gone under defect. Not even the cleaning droids came by anymore, much to Mara’s luck.
She did a few stretches to relieve the cramps in her leg muscles, and took off her black jumpsuit. Jabba had supplied her with a bag of clothes—the only items she had requested from him—which stored Rebel flight overalls, battle dress, and a mechanic’s uniform. She hadn’t donned the mechanic’s overalls since the metal parts of it would have made her known to Paine and the others, but she put it on now.
She took part of the greasy, stained uniform and rubbed it across her face, rubbing harder against her left check bone to make an even more impression. She didn’t have to worry about her hair, since it had already been stained by the trip through the hatch. She had colored it a dark brown with golden highlights and wore colored contact lenses to make her eyes appear a clear blue. Much different from her natural beauty.
Flight mechanic Janet Lling sauntered out of the droid recharging station, and towards her next goal:
Olee Starstone.
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Post by Rain on Feb 14, 2008 16:56:53 GMT -5
Olee Starstone
Once Olee was back i n her quarters it hit her. Why? Why on Earth had she kissed Solo? It was just instinct. Or was it. Did she feel something? Han had always made her laugh. Was she in love with him? Olee quickly shook the thought off. It was time for meditation...
Xandyr Foxx
Xandyr sat in his dorm after a long and boring session of babysitting the assassins. Time for a little lie down, he thought to himself. Suddenly he heard a buzz. There was someone looking for him at his dorm door. He flicked the switch and the door opened.
A woman stood there. One of the most beautiful Xandyr had ever seen. A mechanic by the looks of it. Yet despite the fashion sense Xandyr had already fallen for her.
He put on a calm, cool voice.
"Can I help you?"
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Post by Abby on Feb 14, 2008 17:06:18 GMT -5
Mara’s surprise didn’t show, but his appearance there at the door made her wonder. She stuck her hip out with one hand on it and glared at the rugged Jedi with irritation in her eyes. “I give up,” she huffed. Sighing heavily, she leaned foreword and offered hand hand, grease-stained and callused. “Janet Lling. I was supposed to be looking for Starstone, but I guess my point’ll have to wait until later then, will it?” Blowing a strand of golden-blonde hair from her face, she dropped her hand from his, feeling his instant affection. “Flight officer won’t let me fix the new Delta’s without a Jedi’s permission. Are you a Jedi?”
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Post by Rain on Feb 14, 2008 17:14:14 GMT -5
"I sure am," Xandyr charmingly smiled. This was his lucky day. "I'll help you out! After you..."
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Post by Abby on Feb 14, 2008 17:29:10 GMT -5
Janet glared at him, but relented. Her face showed nothing but impatience. “Listen, I have to have those ships fixed in twelve hours, Mr. Jedi. No more, preferablely less. Rostu’s all on edge because of the mercs sent to kill us. He thinks I could be a spy in disguise, just because I’m a girl! How sexist is that? Mylikki knows how long I’ve work with you Jedi. You would think I had at least a little bit of standing.”
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Post by Rain on Feb 14, 2008 17:34:58 GMT -5
"Uhh.. yeh. That... that sucks." Xandyr wasn't really listening to Janet, he was just tiking up good lines!
Once they got to this Rostu, whom Xandyr had never even noticed before, they had to go through a bit of haggling. Foxx had only met the guy, but he was tired of him already. But it was worth it.
"So freckles, where do we go now?"
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Post by Abby on Feb 14, 2008 17:54:57 GMT -5
Nick Rostu grinned at the Jedi, but Janet felt it was more aimed at her than anything. “Now you go and fix up the ship. I’m sure Janet thanks you for giving her more work.”
“Shut up, Rostu,” Janet growled. Inside of the large, spacious hanger bay area, eighteen Jedi Delta fighters were docked and ready next to more than a few X-Wings. Mechanics were everywhere it seemed working on this or that, and Janet could even see one of the Wookie Jedi arguing with another mechanic.
Rostu smirked and started back his way towards the flight captain’s deck. “Have fun!” he called. “You’ve got a deadline!”
Janet knew it was too risky to send him a Force message of any kind with so many people around. She merely settled for a scowl and turned to the Jedi, Xandyr Fox. “Thanks,” she said. She shook his hand and motioned towards one of the Delta’s she was going to be working on. “Last guy who flew it tore off the entire right wing. I’ve only just finished replacing it, then Rostu comes and tells me I can’t tinker with a Jedi ship without their permission. New rule, I suppose.”
Janet knew the key was to keep talking. When you kept talking, nobody tended to notice that you really said nothing.
“So I bet you have other things to do than hang around with a ship mech like me. Probably some high-and-mighty Jedi sploosh, right?” As she said that, she reached around him, ‘accidentally’ pushing her shoulder against his, to reach her toolcase that Rostu had left for her. “Or you could stay. I could use a helping hand.”
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Post by Junk Angel on Feb 15, 2008 7:26:58 GMT -5
"Wait so you weren't part of the ghosts by then? Weird, since you figured in some of the stories. Eitherway, why did you come to the Home one? I thought you went rogue after leaving the ghosts. Or people told it to me like this."
She cringed, feeling she must be slowly bothering him by now, but decided it would be better to continue.
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Post by Mandalorian on Feb 15, 2008 19:01:38 GMT -5
"No, I had already left by Endor, I joined about halfway between the Purge and the first Death Star. and left not long before the first Death Star" he finished off his ale with a final gulp "As for going rogue i geuss it coudl be thought of that way. I didn't tell anyone where I was going becouse... well i was stubborn. I became a mercenary after I left, most of my missions i did for the rebels and third parties, tried to avoid the ghosts at every turn" he smield slightly "but now I'm drawn back in, and... well I'm sorta happy about it"
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Post by Junk Angel on Feb 16, 2008 19:51:16 GMT -5
Sem suddenly listened far more intently then before. MAybe she would finally learn, why so many of the ghosts were on the home one. Something she wanted to know for a while already now.
"So you're in on it as well? What was it again we were doing? It slips from me sometimes. Tends to be with my training regime."
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Post by Mandalorian on Feb 16, 2008 21:13:06 GMT -5
Wey raised his eyebrow slightly "I can still sense through the force" he smiled slightly "And excitment is easily noticed. Donj't worry you'll get to help the ghosts soon enough, and when you are old enough you'll regret that you spent so much time trying to go on missions. And chances are that you'll get to help out fairly soon, alot is going to happen in a short time."
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