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Episode I
A long time ago in a galaxy far,
far away....
STAR
WARS
KNIGHTS OF THE OLD REPUBLIC
It is a perilous time for the galaxy.
Decades of brutal warfare have
left the GALACTIC REPUBLIC in
ruins, and the JEDI KNIGHTS, the
guardians of peace and justice in the
galaxy for hundreds of generations,
now face extinction.
Five years have passed since the
destruction of Malachor V and
the final defeat of the SITH EMPIRE.
The Jedi Exile, savior of the Force,
has vanished in search of Revan,
former Dark Lord of the Sith and
hero of the Republic.
The few surviving Jedi Masters
have gathered on Coruscant,
capital of the Republic. After
weeks of debate, a dangerous
mission has been proposed: a
JEDI TASK FORCE will be sent forth
to restore hope to a broken galaxy....
The camera pans down to reveal Coruscant, its gleaming surface nearly outshining the system's own star. Thousands of starships surround the world in an endless stream of traffic, and the camera focuses on a small shuttle carrying a very precious cargo: a Jedi apprentice, returning home after many years...
The camera follows the shuttle to the sprawling megalopolis covering the planet's surface: Galactic City, home to the Republic Senate and over a trillion beings. The shuttle comes in for a landing at a spaceport on the edge of the Works, the largest--and dirtiest--industrial center in the known Galaxy.
Meanwhile a young man dressed in robes makes his way into one of the dark alleys near the starport, his goggles gleaming with the last light of the midday sun before he's completely swallowed by darkness.
At the same time, a grizzled Twi'lek makes his way down the street, heading away from the starport and looking for a repulsortaxi to take him to the Jedi Temple.
<<<BEGIN Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic - Episode I>>>
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: stands in the shadows, completely aware of his surroundings, despite the darkness::
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral wanders aimlessly down the street, his staff slung across his back:: More than five hundred thousand taxis on this planet, and none of them here...
ACTION: As Aerelon wanders down the alleyway, his highly tuned senses quickly tell him that he is not alone. A moment later, a tough-looking Gran steps out of the shadows right in front of Aerelon, smirking at the seemingly blind man's face.
<Gran> Aerelon: About time, Xochital. I was about ready to give up on you.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods once:: I was wrapped up in something. Do you have the info for me?
<Gran> Aerelon: Depends. You got my credits?
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: levitates a pouch up off of his belt::
ACTION: A taxi finally pulls up to the side of the walkway Toral is on, the window lowering to reveal a droid.
<Driver> Toral: Do you require transportation, sir?
<Toral_Ven> Droid: Ahh, yes. Can you take me to the Jedi Temple?
<Balar_Santurus> ::Balar Santurus looks upon the gleaming lights of the city that stands imposingly before him. Even in a place like the Works, it is difficult to find fault with the view, though perhaps his judgment has been clouded by nostalgia; it seemed so long ago since he freely gazed upon the sights of Coruscant, since he breathed the air and his feet felt the buzz and hum of the millions of lives that took residence inside the towering cityscapes. In a simpler time, he called this world his home, and not so long ago, he might have found comfort in the reunion. But now his mind was focused on darker thoughts -- thoughts perhaps the Jedi might even call dangerous -- as he stepped off of his shuttle and onto the spaceport with a sure, confident walk. Still, hidden under the surface of his stoic expression raged a storm, and his eyes appeared haunted by memories of sorrow and strong emotions he sought desperately to control..::
<Driver> Toral: Certainly, sir, I am familiar with over nine thousand different routes that could take us there. Do you require expediency, or would you prefer a more scenic route?
<Toral_Ven> ::thinks a moment:: I suppose I'm not in a terrible hurry, so the scenic route will be perfect.
<Gran> ::smiles greedily and snatches at the bag:: Aerelon: Always a pleasure doing business with you, Xochital. You never let me down.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: lifts the bag above the Gran's reach:: Information first..
<Gran> ::growls and eyes Aerelon for a long moment, forgetting that Jedi don't need to see to know what's going on around them:: Aerelon: Fine, have it your way. ::he digs a meaty hand into his pocket and yanks out a datachip:: Here.
<Droid> Toral: Wonderful, sir! ::reaches forward and presses a button, opening the passenger door in the rear of the cab:: Please come aboard, and we'll be on our way.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: reaches out and takes the datachip, letting the pouch fall as he turns to leave:: Nice doing business with you. :: starts back::
<Gran> Aerelon: Uh...one small thing, Xochital...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: stops without turning::
<Toral_Ven> ::climbs into the taxi and makes himself comfortable::
<Gran> ::hesitates for a moment, and Aerelon can feel waves of anxiety pouring off of the alien:: Aerelon: The information on that chip...you didn't get it from me. Anyone comes asking, you never met me, got it?
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: pauses a moment:: Did you kill someone for it?
ACTION: Aerelon's response is met with silence. The Gran is gone.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: shakes his head and starts back, pulling an earpiece out of his pocket and putting it in his ear, before putting the chip into his personal reader::
<Droid> ::closes the door behind Toral and starts off, pulling the taxi into one of the fast-moving lanes of repulsor traffic:: Toral: Would you like to listen to some relaxing music, sir? Studies indicate that passengers find their trip more enjoyable with music to occupy their minds.
ACTION: Balar is surrounded by hundreds of other beings who are just as anxious to get out of the crowded spaceport as he is, and hundreds of others anxious to get onto their shuttles leaving the planet. The young man is bombarded by people walking into him from all sides.
<Toral_Ven> Droid: Do you have any selections by Haskerii in your files? ::names a celebrated composer from Byblos:: Something from his "Shining Cities" suite, perhaps?
<Droid> Toral: Of course, sir. My taxi comes programmed with music by over one million different practitioners. ::a moment later, one of the suites from "Shining Cities" begins blaring its soothing tones:: Is this your first visit to Coruscant, sir?
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: accesses the datachip and starts the reader::
<Toral_Ven> Droid: Not exactly, I've lived here for two years now... ::he has more patience with droids than most, though thankfully taxibots are programmed with better personality matrices than most::
ACTION: Aerelon's reader comes online as he puts the chip in, and the screen flashes as the device begins to read the chip...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: gets to his speeder and climbs in, powering it up::
<Balar_Santurus> ::Balar subtly clutches the edge of his hood pulls it over his head as he attempts to weave through the bustling crowd, his movement a jarring dance of sidesteps and twists as he avoids knocking into one traveler, only to get elbowed in the side by another. He grits his teeth as he steps along, awkwardly trying to feel his way through the moving maze of travelers::
ACTION: Balar suddenly feels a wave of fear and shock, and suddenly the starport shakes violently as an explosion tears through the building! Toral's taxi is passing the same starport at that very moment, and the droid suddenly has to do some fancy flying to avoid being hit by flying debris.
<Droid> Oh my!
ACTION: Outside the starport, Aerelon is forced to look up from his reader just in time to see part of the building blown apart, thousands screaming in pain and terror as they're sent flying away by the concussive force.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: curses and puts his reader away, turning to head towards the blast::
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral leans forward and looks out the window:: Droid: Override route, please. I need you to take me to the starport, emergency entrance.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: waits until he's closer and tries to "catch" people in danger of falling a fatal distance::
<Droid> Toral: But sir, it's against my programming to place myself or this taxi in danger!
<Toral_Ven> ::reaches into his robes and pulls out his ident card:: Here, this should be sufficient override for you. I am Toral Ven, Jedi Knight.
ACTION: Aerelon is able to catch a few, but there are far too many for one Jedi to save.
<Balar_Santurus> ::crouches down to steady himself as the starport trembles and the thoughts of the frightened crowd pass through him, causing him to shudder slightly. He stands and attempts to regain his mental composure, then navigates through the crowd to try and assist the others::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: sets that few somewhere safe before heading back to try and save some others::
ACTION: It's slow-going for Balar, who now has to make his way through a terrified mob of people, not a little of them who are seriously injured. Their fear ripples through the Force agonizingly, making it difficult for the young man to focus. The terror surrounds the entire area, dampening not only his connection to the Force, but also Aerelon's and Toral's as well.
<Toral_Ven> ::grits his teeth and tries to center himself::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: curses and tries to fight for a stronger connection, not wanting to fall back on the idea that comes to mind::
<Droid> Toral: Sir, why didn't you say so sooner? A Jedi Knight will always take priority over the commercial interests of my owners. ::he turns the craft and moves as close to the building as he is able::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::in a nearby cafe, Phelan Halcyon drops his glass of Corellian noale in shock as he suddenly hears the Force cry out, and the cafe suddenly shakes with the force of the explosion. Ignoring the droid server's protests and the surprised gasps of the other customers, he dashes outside and looks around, cursing as he sees the smoke, and runs toward the starport::
<Toral_Ven> Droid: Thanks, I appreciate it. ::types in a five-credit tip for the droid before jumping out of the taxi, pulling his short staff from its sling as he heads for the spaceport::
<Droid> ::calls after the retreating Twi'lek:: Toral: Any time, sir! Remember, we're always here to get you there as quickly and efficiently as is possible within the law!
ACTION: Aerelon's efforts amount to little, there's simply too much death and chaos surrounding him. At the moment, he's lucky that he can even see where he's going.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: grumbles and sighs:: Well.. Here's a test.. :: reaches out, trying to feed on the terror, chaos, and pain to increase his connection to the Force instead of letting it hinder it::
<Balar_Santurus> ::stops and braces his footing as the crowd of people pushes him around, and clenches his jaw as his mind tremors from tides of emotion. He starts moving again, this time forcefully attempting to herd the crowd towards the exits::
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral slows himself as he reaches the entrance to the spaceport. Taking a few deep breaths to center himself he opens his awareness, trying to get a feel for what the situation is (other than fear, pain, panic, explosion) and where he can do the most good.::
ACTION: Aerelon's vision strengthens, and he begins to feel a stronger connection to the Force, but it's different than before. A nearly overwhelming darkness presses against his mind, and he suddenly feels stronger, though his thoughts become a bit muddied.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: grunts and tries to push the darkness and muddled thoughts to the background as he focuses on his intentions, which at the moment are to save as many people as he can::
ACTION: Over the din of the crowd, Balar can hear more shouting, followed by the unmistakable sound of blaster fire. Toral hears it as well, and can see the telltale flashes of light coming from nearby. Outside, Aerelon notices several men in workmen's jumpsuits running into the building, blaster rifles in their hands.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: heads for the armed men and calls to them:: Identify yourselves!
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral keeps his awareness open as he heads toward the sound of blasters::
ACTION: The men identify themselves by turning towards Aerelon and opening fire, regardless of the innocents between he and they.
<Balar_Santurus> ::Balar furrows his brows determinedly as he hears the blaster fire, a rush of adrenaline going through him as he abandons the crowd to themselves and makes a run for the firefight, shoving civilians out of the way in the process. He pulls his saber hilt off of his belt in one swift motion and clutches onto it. It seems he would have to get to the bottom of this another way..::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: swerves his speeder to dodge the fire, calling up the Force to try and rip the rifles from their grips::
ACTION: Aerelon manages to snatch away two of the men's rifles, but that leaves five others. One of them manages to get a shot in, which hits the nose of Aerelon's speeder and sends him spinning out of control!
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: leaps from the speeder and pushes it with the Force, trying to aim it somewhere where it won't hurt anyone when it impacts and/or explodes::
ACTION: Toral and Balar both make their way deeper into the starport, and they both enter a docking bay, where about a dozen aliens in jumpsuits are in a firefight with a few surviving starport security officers.
Aerelon's speeder flies over a screaming group of civilians, who duck under it just in time. The speeder smashes onto the walkway and spins off the side, plummeting into the unsuspecting depths of lower Coruscant.
<Balar_Santurus> ::narrows his eyes at the aliens and rushes forward to deflect the blaster bolts away from the security officers, his saber activating mid-step in a flurry of light::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: lands in a roll and comes up unleashing as massive a Force shockwave as he can manage at the armed men::
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral notes the other saber-wielding person as he runs toward the firefight, activating the stun-tip of his staff and focusing his awareness on incoming blaster bolts in order to dodge them::
ACTION: While Aerelon was distracted, half of the group ran inside the starport, but he does manage to send the other three sprawling to the decking with his wave. Unfortunately, he also sends a few civilians flying, but none of them fall over the edge, thankfully.
The saboteurs haven't noticed Toral, yet, but they've definitely taken heed of Baral, and most of them turn their fire on him, hoping to bring him down quickly before more security arrives.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: takes advantage of the opening and rushes up on the three men he sent flying, slamming any still conscious into the nearest bulkhead until they are, before hurrying inside to chase after the others::
ACTION: Before Aerelon can get inside, rescue units begin to pull in around the starport, and medical droids and paramedics flood the area to help the wounded. He sees a slightly older-looking human in flowing green robes hop off of one of the vehicles and run over toward him, giving him a nod.
Balar succeeds in sending a couple bolts back at them, but they manage to duck out of the way. As dangerous as he looks, the Jedi with the ice-blue blade doesn't seem to be the most experienced swordsman in the Galaxy. He's going to be overwhelmed if Toral doesn't help him out soon...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: returns the nod:: Someone is attacking the spaceport, reasons unknown.
<Phelan_Halcyon> Aerelon: Understood. Have you identified them?
<Toral_Ven> ::steps up the speed and attacks the saboteurs from the side, whirling his staff to apply either the blunt end or the shock tip to his opponents::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: shakes his head and motions to the three formerly armed men in jumpsuits::
<Balar_Santurus> ::takes a defensive stance as his ice blue blade dances through the air with grace and quickness, swatting away the incoming blasts. He slowly sidesteps his way closer to the security guards as he watches the aliens, trying to find patterns in their shots and attempting to send some of the bolts towards them (though, mostly just trying not to get hit)::
ACTION: One of the saboteurs, a Rodian who looks less than threatening, lets out a squawk as Toral comes in from his group's blindside. He tries to turn his blaster on him, but can't keep up with the speed of a Jedi, and crumples to the floor when hit by the shock tip of Toral's staff.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan turns and nods to one of the security officers he arrived with, who promptly moves to secure the prisoners. He turns to Aerelon and smiles grimly:: Aerelon: There are more inside, huh? Best get moving! ::turns and rushes toward the starport's entrance::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods and hurries inside with Phelan::
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral doesn't stop when the Rodian falls, trying to take down or distract as many of the gunmen as possible, to give that other Jedi a break::
<Balar_Santurus> ::steps closer to the guards and raises his voice over the blast fire and the humming and screeching of his saber:: Guards: What happened here?!
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan and Aerelon have a much easier time getting inside now, as pretty much anyone trying to get out of the starport has done so by now::
<Guard> ::ducks reflexively as another blaster bolt flies by:: Balar: We're not sure yet! Those karks over there are dressed up like technicians, but I've never seen any of them here before!
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: lets go of the terror and pain he was feeding on before, allowing his natural connection to the Force to fade back into the foreground::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan runs with Aerelon into the starport and looks around. They see about two dozen more beings, some human, most not, all dressed in workmen's clothing like the ones outside, rushing down a hallway at the far side of the lobby. It seems they're headed to some place in particular.::
<Aerelon_Xochital> {Phelan}: Shall we follow them and see what they're after? Or stop them here?
<Balar_Santurus> ::frowns and glances around the docking bay in between deflecting the blaster fire, looking for something he might be able to throw at the aliens to distract them::
ACTION: The other saboteurs hear Toral coming, and they turn to take care of the new threat while the Jedi with the blue blade is distracted with the guards. Suddenly Toral has about six different blasters turning to take him out.
<Phelan_Halcyon> {Aerelon}: They're too far away for us to do anything from here, let's follow them and see where they're headed.
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral goes into a spin-charge, whirling in among the saboteurs to make them check fire or risk shooting their buddies. He also cracks one of them upside the skull with his staff::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods and follows quickly after them::
ACTION: One of the saboteurs falls to the deck, while the others, suddenly looking very panicked, all turn and fire at Toral as he ducks into the middle of them. Two more go down, felled by their own comrades. Whoever these guys are, they're not exactly commandos.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::runs alongside Aerelon, his lightsaber out and in his hand, though it remains deactivated::
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral smiles a little as he steps between two of them, spinning his staff to catch one of them under what passes for its chin, then shoves the staff backward to taser-jab the one behind him::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: keeps chasing the enemy, moving as quickly and silently as the Force will allow::
<Balar_Santurus> ::takes the opportunity of the enemy's distraction to rush forward, running full speed at the aliens, his lightsaber held defensively in front of him::
ACTION: The tasered saboteur, a Devaronian, collapses with nary a sound, while the other, a Togorian, stumbles backward but is otherwise unfazed. He reaches out and grasps Toral's staff, gripping it in his strong hands and using it to lift Toral up and throw him at the incoming Balar.
<Toral_Ven> ::tries to twist himself in the air to be more dodgeable, though he's never been that great at telekinesis::
<Balar_Santurus> ::his eyes widen as he sees the man flying towards him, and he quickly deactivates his saber, then leaps to the right and into a side roll in attempt to escape collision::
ACTION: Just then, the two dozen armed beings Phelan and Aerelon were pursuing flood the landing bay, and the Togorian gives Balar a predatory smile as he raises his blaster and prepares to fire.
<Toral_Ven> ::hits the ground and rolls, letting the knee and elbow pads under his robes take as much of the impact as possible. When he manages to stop, near the guards, he grabs a blaster from one of the casualties::
<Balar_Santurus> ::gets back to his feet and reactivates his lightsaber and attempts to deflect the Togorian's shot, then backsteps as he eyes the reinforcements:: Toral: ..Any ideas? ::said while keeping his eyes on the Togorian::
ACTION: The saboteurs' reinforcements surround the Jedi and guards, each one leveling a blaster at them. A red-skinned Twi'lek, who seems to be in charge of this particular group, steps forward.
<Twi'lek> All: No one else has to die today. Lower your weapons!
<Toral_Ven> ::looks around:: Ideas, yes. Surviveable, not sure.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: spots the landing bay up ahead and stretches out his senses as he enters it, getting his bearings before sprinting forward to get a little closer to the group he and Phelan were following, unleashing a torrent of Force lightning at their backs::
ACTION: Aerelon only manages to muster up a small bit of lightning, but two of the terrorists suddenly cry out in severe pain as their nervous systems are overloaded by the shock. They spasm violently and then collapse.
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral sees lightning arcing around and hits the deck:: Oh spit, it's a SITH! ::without checking to see if the blaster is set on stun or not, he pops off a few shots at the "Sith"::
ACTION: Responding to the attack, some turn to face Aerelon, while the rest of the terrorists move to open fire on Toral, Balar, and the guards. Suddenly Phelan rushes past Aerelon, leaping high into the air over the ring of terrorists, and comes to a landing in front of Balar, his silver lightsaber dancing in the air and batting away incoming blaster bolts.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: rushes into the terrorists, switching to a combination of Force push and Force enhanced strength and speed to break bones, disarm, or otherwise incapacitate the enemy::
<Balar_Santurus> ::tries to contain his surprise at the sudden events as he takes in the situation, then moves into action along side the saber wielding ally, his own blade sent flying to deflect the oncoming blasts::
ACTION: Toral's blasts are absorbed by an unfortunate Bith who stepped into the way.
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral pauses long enough to reset the blaster for stun before taking more shots at saboteurs:: Phelan/Balar: If one of you trips over my staff, kick it this way!
ACTION: The tide has now, very suddenly, turned, but the Jedi are still surrounded by almost twenty terrorists. As they fight, each one of them suddenly feels something in the Force, and a sort of calm washes over them. Their focus suddenly increases, and time seems to slow down for Phelan and Balar, allowing them to intercept every blaster bolt flying in their direction.
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral smiles as the world seems to sharpen around him, and he places a trio of stun bolts to nail the red Twi'lek and the two standing closest to him::
<Balar_Santurus> ::Balar makes use of his new found concentration by maneuvering himself over to Toral and offering him cover so he can locate his staff::
<Toral_Ven> ::nodding and smiling at Balar, Toral spots his staff and dives for it, coming up with the weapon in one hand and the blaster in the other::
ACTION: Red and his cohorts quite literally don't know what hit them as they drop to the floor, stunned to unconsciousness. When Balar moves off to Toral, Phelan shifts his positioning so he's covering the exhausted security guards, easily batting blaster bolts back at those firing at him, aiming them to knock their weapons out of their hands. Aerelon finds his connection to the Force is stronger than ever, allowing him to unleash his full power, and then some, upon the suddenly helpless terrorists.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: is a little surprised, but doesn't look a gift dewback in the mouth and instead just focuses on putting an end to the terrorists::
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral holds onto his staff but doesn't use it yet, instead using this strange clarity to lay down more stunbolts at the saboteurs:: This must be what Battle Meditation feels like...
<Balar_Santurus> ::moves off of Toral and comes up beside one of the terrorists, sweeping his lightsaber in an arc in attempt to disarm them::
ACTION: Balar succeeds in doing so, and the battle continues on for a few more seconds before all of the terrorists are subdued. As the battle comes to an end, the Force slowly starts to calm itself, and the world returns to normal for the Jedi.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: steps towards the others, looking around at the fallen terrorists::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan deactivates his lightsaber and turns to the guards, making sure they're alright::
<Toral_Ven> ::takes a deep breath, then sets down the blaster slowly:: That was.....strange.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods:: Very.
<Toral_Ven> ::decides to worry about it later, and goes to help the guards as well:: Phelan: Those robes, are you Corellian?
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan finishes speaking into a comm device and pockets it, turning to Toral and nodding:: Toral: That's right. Phelan Halcyon. ::offers the Twi'lek his hand::
<Toral_Ven> ::takes it and squeezes:: Toral Ven. Forgive the bluntness, please, but I thought Corellian Jedi stayed in Corellia.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::gives the Twi'lek a lopsided smile:: Toral: We generally prefer to, but the Jedi Council was...insistent that I show up for this grand meeting they've called.
<Toral_Ven> ::nods:: Some welcome to the capital, eh? ::frowns a little:: Look, maybe you know him, maybe you don't, but that fellow who came in with you. Did I see him throwing lightning around, or are these old eyes going silly?
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::nods:: Toral: I saw. I don't think he's a Sith, he wears the robes of a Jedi, and he was outside helping people when I arrived.
<Balar_Santurus> ::deactivates his saber and hooks the hilt onto his belt loop, then looks around the room at the other Jedi and the dead and wounded saboteurs:: These kath hounds couldn't have picked a worse time to play terrorist..
<Toral_Ven> ::laughs a little:: Yes, four Jedi mysteriously on hand? What are the odds of that?
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::frowns in agreement and looks around at the other three Jedi:: All: Has anything like that happened to any of you before? I mean the meditation, or...whatever it was.
<Toral_Ven> ::shrugs:: Heard stories about it in the war, but never experienced it.
<Balar_Santurus> ::shakes his head:: It's never happened to me..
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: shakes his head::
ACTION: Just then, security and medical teams arrive in the landing bay to secure the terrorists and help the wounded.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: dusts himself off::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::nods in satisfaction and turns to the Jedi:: All: Well, whatever it was, the Council wants to hear about it. I just informed them of what happened down here, they've ordered us to report to the Jedi Temple immediately.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: raises an eyebrow:: Really? Hmm. Anyone have transportation? Mine was destroyed in the firefight.
<Toral_Ven> ::nods and puts his staff back in its sling:: It's a spaceport, even with a crisis on there'll be taxis flocking around.
<Balar_Santurus> ::looks himself over and adjusts his robes:: We shouldn't keep them waiting, then.. ::starts for the door::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods to Toral and turns to follow Balar::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::nods:: And if not, we can just commandeer one of the emergency rescue speeders outside. ::Phelan wraps his robes around himself and heads for the door::
<Toral_Ven> ::nods and follows along with the others::
ACTION: The Jedi make their way back outside, where they find that the rescue teams seem to have things well under control. Phelan manages to flag down a taxi large enough for the four of them, and the Jedi all climb aboard, headed for the Jedi Temple and, hopefully, an explanation for what just happened to them...
<<<END Episode I>>>
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Episode II
<<<Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic - Episode II>>>
After helping bring down the uprising near the Works, the four Jedi are called to the Jedi Temple, where they are to meet with the Jedi High Council.
It's a long ride, longer than normal; the Temple is almost halfway across Coruscant, and traffic around the area affected by the attack was slow, but eventually the Jedi arrived at the steps of the recently-constructed Temple, a shining jewel towering over the surrounding area...
<<<Begin Episode>>>
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral looks around as he walks up the front steps, struck as always by how grand the place is for such a reduced number of Jedi::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan sniffs disapprovingly as he looks up at the temple:: You know, I think the people have a point when they accuse us of being all high and mighty...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: chuckles:: I've spent a great deal of time here, it isn't all for show.
<Toral_Ven> Though height is certainly might here on Coruscant...
<Phelan_Halcyon> Xochital: Must be awfully boring in there, what with there hardly being any Jedi inside it these days...
<Toral_Ven> It does get a little spooky at times...
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::shrugs, wrapping his green robes around him as a gust of wind blows around them--a cold reminder of just how high up they really are:: I hope this convocation they've called for doesn't last long, all this overstated sense of grandeur is getting to me...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods::
<Balar> ::Balar stands before the temple and takes in the majestic view.. His brow furrows slightly as he is overcome with nostalgia, but he quickly buries it within himself and centers his mind again:: We should get a move on, then. ::picks up the pace as he steps towards the entrance, a well-concealed hint of excitement in his eyes::
<Toral_Ven> Well, if you think this is grandeur, wait til you see the Room of a Thousand Fountains. Great for meditating in, but oh the plumbing...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: laughs:: There are some wonderful marvels inside.
ACTION: Speaking of which, as the four step into the temple, they are greeted by the sight of the aforementioned Room of a Thousand Fountains. Even now, its beauty is unmatched; hundreds of waterfalls cascade down the expansive walls, and the immense hall is lined with pottery, stone walkways, and flora from all over the Galaxy.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan raises an eyebrow:: Okay, that *is* rather pretty...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: smiles and nods::
<Toral_Ven> ::laughs:: Yes, and Corellians are a little confident.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::a young human male dressed in apprentice robes is seen pacing back and forth near the doorway. When he sees the four enter the room, he rushes over to them, practically tripping over himself in his excitement:: All: You're here! I mean, of course you know that, because there you are. The Council is waiting for you! Please, follow me! ::before they can answer, he turns and hurries down one of the walkways::
<Balar> ::raises a brow and glances at each of the others, then shrugs and chases after the apprentice::
<Toral_Ven> ::grins and follows along at a loping pace:: I remember being that green... ::looks at Phelan's robes:: If you'll forgive the expression.
<Phelan_Halcyon> Toral: Go ahead, get it out of your system...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: chuckles as he follows::
<Toral_Ven> ::grins:: Alright. "I thought the 'living Force' was an outlook, not a fashion choice." "Forest camoflage, it's not just for Mandalorians anymore." "Coordinating with our lightsabers, are we?" ::pauses:: Okay, out of my system...
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan smirks:: Toral: Silver and green do go well together...
ACTION: The apprentice leads them through the Room of a Thousand Fountains and into a turbolift that will take them up the many floors to the High Council Chamber. During the ride, he speaks animatedly to them, ignoring the fact that they don't seem very interested in what he has to say. Mercifully, the ride finally ends, and the turbolift opens.
<Apprentice> ::suddenly looks hesitant, standing at the back of the lift and twiddling his thumbs:: All: Um...I'm not supposed to go in there. This is the farthest I can go.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: exits the lift::
<Toral_Ven> ::steps off the lift, taking a few deep breaths to clear his mind. Humor and the Council probably wouldn't mix well::
<Balar> ::nods cordially to the apprentice before stepping off of the lift, then pauses and waits for the others::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: strides confidently towards the Council Chamber::
ACTION: As soon as the group has all exited, the apprentice closes the lift and takes it back down, leaving them alone. Phelan leads them down the hallway, and all four of them feel a sense of both foreboding and serenity as they approach the central meeting room of the leaders of the Jedi Order.
As they approach the entrance, they are greeted by a middle-aged human woman seated in the chair of the Grand Master. Her red hair, which must have been bright as a sun in her youth, his now faded, and tinged with gray, and her aged, though still beautiful, face lights up with a smile as she beckons them inside.
<Master Vima Sunrider> All: Please, enter. We have been waiting for you.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: bows to the assembled masters, before stepping in::
<Toral_Ven> ::enters, bowing politely::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan walks into the chamber, making his way to the center and bowing respectfully to the Council::
<Balar> ::Balar steps inside and bows in reverence to the masters, then swallows quietly and folds his arms across his chest within his robe's massive sleeves::
ACTION: The Council Chamber is ringed with twelve seats, though only six are currently occupied. These are the wisest and most experienced Jedi Masters still living, chosen by (most of) their peers to assume the reins of the fractured Jedi Order.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::recovers from his bow, standing straight and clearing his throat before addressing the Council:: Council: It is a great pleasure to finally meet you, esteemed Masters. We came as quickly as we could.
<Master Adara bel-Corund> ::two seats down from Sunrider is another human woman with raven hair and clear blue eyes. Though close to Phelan and Vima's ages, she looks about a decade younger. Her lips curl into a smirk at that, her left eyebrow twitching upward:: Phelan: Indeed? When one is summoned by the Council, he does not keep them waiting, as you and your companions have done.
<Sunrider> Master bel-Corund, please. You have heard the reports from the Works, they should be thankful they were able to get out of that as quickly as they did.
<Master Tarn DeStaad> ::seated between the two woman is another human, a male in his late forties with shoulder-length brown hair, peppered with silver:: Yes, Master Halcyon, thank you for being so prompt, given the circumstances. ::sits back in his seat:: Now, we called you four here because we heard a very interesting report about what happened to you...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: listens quietly::
<Toral_Ven> ::keeps his stance relaxed and says nothing unless spoken to. It's amazing how the lessons learned in boot camp can be applied anywhere::
<Bel-Corund> Yes, rumor has it that the four of you put down a worker rebellion almost by yourselves. ::looks over them rather haughtily:: Two wet-behind-the-ears Knights, an Apprentice who can't even fasten his robes properly, and a second-rate Master who's making his first trip away from home. Quite intriguing.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: raises his eyebrows at such rude behavior from a Master::
<Master Rolon Cree'Ar> ::on Sunrider's other side is a Duros male, his greenish skin tinged with gray, who leans forward, his bulbous orange eyes fixed on Balar:: Balar: Welcome back to Coruscant, Apprentice Santurus. We were deeply saddened to hear about the death of Master Nadau.
<Balar> ::furrows his brows in insult at the comment from bel-Corund, but before he can say anything, he hears Master Cree-Ar speak and his expression changes to sorrow, his head bowing slightly:: Thank you.. It is good to be home again, after all of this time hiding in shadow.. ::pauses hesitantly:: I regret that my master was unable to see the temple standing tall once more.
<Sunrider> ::Master Sunrider looks reproachfully at Master bel-Corund, turning to the four Jedi and nodding benevolently:: All: Yes, welcome back, Apprentice, and to you as well, Jedi Xochital and Jedi Ven. It is good to see you both again. And welcome to Coruscant, Master Halcyon. I hope it has been to your satisfaction.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::shrugs:: Not as exciting as I was expecting, but the food's been good so far.
<Bel-Corund> Phelan: You should visit Alsakan sometime, Master Halcyon. All the conveniences of Coruscant, with none of the deficiencies.
<Phelan_Halcyon> Yes, well... ::clears his throat:: What exactly did you wish to discuss with us, Masters? The convocation is not until tomorrow.
<DeStaad> All: We received a report from one of the security officers at the starport that, during the confrontation, the four of you performed extremely well together, perhaps better than four Jedi, three of which who have little to no experience, who have never met could have performed. We would like you to explain to us exactly what happened to you.
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral clears his throat hesitantly:: It's hard to explain, Masters, I don't have the experience to put it into proper context. But it was like we were achieving a form of synergy, moving in coordination without thought or words.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods:: I have never felt anything like it before.
<DeStaad> ::leans back in his seat again, fingers steepled in front of his face as his gray eyes narrow in thought:: And you did this without thought? This was all done by instinct?
<Toral_Ven> ::nods:: We had no time to coordinate or plan, we were heavily outnumbered and under fire.
<DeStaad> Interesting... ::turns to look at Sunrider, nodding slowly::
<Sunrider> All: We believe that what happened to the four of you was not an accident.
<Bel-Corund> Some of us do, at least.
<Toral_Ven> If I may, Masters, I was reminded of the stories I heard of Battle Meditation during the Jedi Civil War, but I know little about it other than barracks gossip.
<Cree'Ar> ::nods:: Toral: Indeed, that is exactly what Masters Sunrider and DeStaad and myself were reminded of. However, the Council believes it is something different, something even more rare. ::looks at each of the four Jedi:: Have any of you heard of a technique known as the Force Meld?
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods slowly:: I have. Though I do not know very much about it.
<Toral_Ven> ::shakes his head slowly::
<Sunrider> The Force Meld was a technique known to the ancient Jedi, and was widely practiced at one time. Unfortunately, its secret was lost during the Hundred-Year Darkness, and none have been able to rediscover how it was accomplished.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: raises his eyebrows again, his interest peaked::
<DeStaad> It was a refinement of battle meditation. While battle meditation could influence both Force-sensitives and insensitives on both sides of a battle, the Force Meld concentrated on coordinating and improving the Force-sensitives on the side of whoever is using the meld.
<Cree'Ar> Heightened senses, improved reflexes, a connection to the Force stronger and more focused than a single Jedi could ever hope to achieve on his own...these are but a few of the advantages that a Force Meld could provide.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: lets out a breath, speaking quietly:: Amazing..
<Bel-Corund> And you say that the four of you experienced all of these?
<Toral_Ven> ::nods slowly:: Or something very like it, Master bel-Corund.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: looks to the others, then nods slowly::
ACTION: All of the Masters slowly look at one another, some of them curious, others skeptical.
<Sunrider> No Jedi has been able to successfully achieve a Force Meld in more than two thousand years, and yet you four managed to do it without even thinking. Four complete strangers.
<Bel-Corund> Yes, Master Sunrider, but as I said before, we cannot accept their testimony as fact. They have no idea what a Force Meld is, much less how it's supposed to work.
<DeStaad> That may be so, Master bel-Corund, but I believe there is more happening here than meets the eye. Perhaps the Force is trying to tell us something through these four.
<Cree'Ar> I agree with Master DeStaad, we cannot ignore the signs before us.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: speaks up:: Perhaps it was simply time for the Force Meld to be rediscovered. And thus the Force made it so.
<Bel-Corund> And perhaps you should leave such ruminations on the will of the Force to us, young Aerelon.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: raises an eyebrow:: With all due respect Master, I was merely stating a possible theory that came to mind. I was not aware that theorizing on the Force was beyond my status.
<Sunrider> This is not the time for arguing. The future of the Jedi Order, and the Republic itself, is at stake. Master Halcyon, Jedi Xochital, Jedi Ven, Apprentice Santurus...we called this meeting because we believe the four of you are meant to work together.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: looks to Sunrider, not giving another thought to Bel-Corund and her rudeness::
<Toral_Ven> ::continues to keep quiet, listening::
<Balar> ::glances carefully at the other three Jedi that he is meant to work with::
<DeStaad> During tomorrow's convocation, we were going to discuss a proposal to send a group of Jedi into the Galaxy and do what they can to restore the people's faith in the Order. In the last fifty years we have been torn apart by wars, both from without, and from within, and the Galaxy has fallen with us. Now the people blame us for the current state of things.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: listens quietly again::
<Cree'Ar> That uprising in the Works was not a localized event. The Galaxy is tearing itself apart. The Republic has been battered by all these wars, and many people believe that it can no longer sustain itself. Some of the Republic's member worlds are threatening secession, most notably Alsakan.
<Bel-Corund> Ridiculous! Alsakan would never do anything to jeopardize the safety and security of the Republic.
<Sunrider> It seems your people do not share your opinion, Adara. Regardless, we are not here to discuss current politics. Leave that to Chancellor Valorum and the Senate. We are here to discuss our own problems, and what we plan to do about them.
<DeStaad> We have already spoken at length with the Chancellor, and he agreed with our proposal. He has even supplied us with a ship and a crew. All that was left was to decide which Jedi we would choose for this task force, but it seems that the Force has already chosen for us.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan suddenly looks very apprehensive:: You can't mean...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: frowns inwardly::
<Bel-Corund> Yes indeed, Master Halcyon. The Council has decreed that the four of you will be the representatives of the Jedi Order. It is you who shall go forth and reignite the flame of hope. ::that arrogant smirk of hers returns:: Congratulations.
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral tries to keep the smile off his face. He's been hoping for an assignment off Coruscant ever since he passed the Trials::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan frowns and takes a step forward:: But, Masters, I have responsibilities...
<Balar> ::Balar raises his brows slightly in surprise, having not expected an assignment so soon, especially not such an important one::
<Cree'Ar> Do not worry, Master Halcyon. We will send another Watchman to look over Corellia.
<Phelan_Halcyon> Cree'Ar: That's all well and good, Master Cree'Ar, but what about my--
<Bel-Corund> ::raises an eyebrow:: Your family?
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::sighs:: Yes.
<Sunrider> This is what my mother warned against when she became Grand Master. This is why it was decided that Jedi were no longer allowed to have families. It seems the Corellian Jedi have once again seen fit to go their own way...
<DeStaad> Your family will be fine, Master Halcyon. You understood the risks when you agreed to join the Jedi Order. Now, we will not discuss the matter further. The task force needs a leader, and if you are a part of this meld, then it has to be you.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::waves his hand back at Balar:: What about this one, Masters? This is not the sort of assignment an apprentice should be on.
<Cree'Ar> Actually, this should provide Apprentice Santurus some much-needed experience. And if I remember correctly, you do not have an apprentice of your own...
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan looks like he wants to say something, but instead he bows his head and steps back to rejoin the rest of the group::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: knows better than to argue with the Masters about him being sent along, even though he'd prefer to continue his research::
<Balar> ::scoffs and gives Phelan an irate look:: Phelan: I don't need to be watched over like some youngling! I downed as many of those terrorists as you earlier today, Master Corellian.
<Phelan_Halcyon> Balar: The ability to swing a lightsaber does not make one a Jedi Knight.
<DeStaad> Indeed, and it's now your job to show young Balar what it *does* take to become a Jedi Knight.
<Balar> ::feels the heat rush to his face and starts to respond to Phelan, but looks at DeStaad and then says nothing, realizing his path has been set. He sighs angrily and looks at the ground::
<Sunrider> ::nods once she's satisfied that everyone has spoken their piece:: The meeting is concluded, then. You leave in two days; I suggest you use that to settle any matters you have here on Coruscant, and to meditate on what is to come. We do not expect to see you back here for some time.
<DeStaad> ::nods to the four of them:: All: May the Force be with you.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: bows to the masters again, then turns to leave::
<Toral_Ven> ::bows and exits, fighting hard to keep the grin off his face::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan still doesn't look very happy, but he bows and follows Aerelon and Toral out of the chamber::
<Balar> ::bows at the masters, then gives Phelan a sideways glance before following the others out in silence::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::makes his way down the hall to the turbolift:: All: Well...that was interesting.
<Toral_Ven> ::once safely out of earshot of the Council, Toral breaks out in a huge grin:: Oh freedom sweet freedom...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: looks to Toral:: Freedom? I define 'freedom' as being able to do as I please and continue my research in piece.
<Phelan_Halcyon> Yeah, if you can call being forced to abandon your home and your family freedom...
<Balar> ::frowns and folds his arms:: Phelan: If you didn't agree with the rules of the Order, why did you become a Jedi at all?
<Toral_Ven> ::nods;: Yes, we all do define freedom differently... For me it's getting off of Coruscant and going where I can do some real good. And Master Watchman, nobody's *making* you do anything. You do have a choice, you know...
<Phelan_Halcyon> Balar: Because I knew that I had a gift, and I wanted to use it to help people. But that didn't mean I wasn't going to keep living my life. ::looks to Toral:: Toral: A choice that would be wrong no matter which side of it I fall on. If I choose to obey the will of the Council, I leave my family behind. If I choose to ignore it, I forsake everything my Master taught me. And there's this meld business to consider...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods:: I suppose learning more about this Force meld would further my research.
<Toral_Ven> Well, leaving out the meld for the moment, your problem is no different from every soldier, law enforcement officer, and emergency response tech in the galaxy. Everyone who puts their life on the line for a greater good runs the risks you're running.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::nods:: Toral: And like every soldier, law enforcement officer, and emergency response tech in the Galaxy, I have a duty to follow the orders given to me by my superiors. Nirati, my wife, would agree, as much as I hate to admit it.
<Toral_Ven> And I'll bet she's a very good woman.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::smiles:: Yes, she is. ::steps into the turbolift::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: enters the lift after Phelan::
<Toral_Ven> ::heads in with him:: Then she can handle things on her own for a while. One thing I don't quite agree with the Council on is families. They're a powerful motivation to come back alive.
<Balar> ::furrows his brows as he steps inside the lift and thinks about what just transpired::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::nods to Toral, suddenly growing quiet as he seals the lift and sends it back down to the bottom floor::
<<<End Episode II>>>
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Episode III
<<<Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic - Episode III>>>
Two days have passed since the Jedi High Council informed the four strangers that they would be the Jedi who would go out into the Galaxy and restore the people's hope in the Order and in the Republic.
In that time, the preparations have been completed, and the four Jedi Knights used the time to prepare themselves for their mission however they saw fit. Whether or not they truly are ready, however, has yet to be determined...
<<<Begin Episode>>>
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral walks into the docking bay, a small case hanging from one shoulder. After his first year in the army he learned to keep his personal possessions to a minimum::
ACTION: The Jedi Temple has felt more lively these last two days than it has in more than ten years. All the Jedi, even the Council, are encouraged that this mission, long in the planning stages, is finally happening. Many of them have lined up on either side of the hallway leading to the docking bay in a show of solidarity and encouragement.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: looks around, surprised at the turnout, carrying only a medium sized duffel bag::
ACTION: Many of the gathered Jedi recognize Aerelon and smile at him as he passes, bowing their heads respectfully.
<Balar> ::Balar makes his way to the docking bay, having spent most of the past two days trying to get used to the idea of his new master.. He feels a mix of awkwardness and comfort at the sight of the many Jedi and bows his head slightly at them before making his way over to the others::
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral smiles at those friends he made at the Temple during his training. Being so much older than the other students made things difficult at times, but there's a few he hopes he'll cross paths with again some day::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan purposely avoids making eye contact with any of the other Jedi as he makes his way down to the docking bay, his bag slung over his shoulder::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::finally looks up as he enters the docking bay, nodding to his new teammates:: All: Ready to go?
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods to Phelan::
<Toral_Ven> Ready.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::nods again and leads the way into the bay, holding his head up as he looks toward what will be their home for the foreseeable future::
<Balar> ::frowns slightly and follows behind Phelan::
<Toral_Ven> ::follows along, walking slowly, wondering what they're going to be dealing with this time::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: follows Phelan, looking around at the Temple once more::
ACTION: Towards the end of the docking bay rests the Integrity, a Broadhead-class Republic transport/courier vessel. Somewhat smaller than the Hammerhead-class cruiser, the Broadhead shares its long, narrow, semi-cylindrical fuselage, but with a wide, flattened command section parallel to the ground. Technicians and cargo handlers are swarming all over the ship.
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral grins openly as he recognizes the design:: Now THIS is going to be like old times. Except that the old times had really hard seats.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::raises a dubious eyebrow:: Toral: Did you do a lot of diplomatic transport missions during the war?
<Toral_Ven> ::laughs:: Diplomatic? My dear Corellian, those buckets started out as troopships. I've made dozens of planetary drops on Broadheads, into some of the nastiest holes in the galaxy.
<Phelan_Halcyon> Toral: I doubt we'll be doing any planetary drops in that bucket, it looks like it's been refitted pretty heavily.
<Toral_Ven> I'll have to take a look, see what it's still got. But as long as the put in actual bunks this time, I'm happy. The ones I rode on were just for insertions, they had seats for soldiers and racks for battle droids, take your pick.
<Phelan_Halcyon> Toral: Well, I don't think the Council would send us out on a ship that didn't have actual accomodations.
<Toral_Ven> ::nods:: It'd be a really bad omen for the mission, alright.
ACTION: As the Jedi converse, they are approached by a human female in a Republic Navy uniform. She appears to be around Phelan and Toral's age, with pale blonde hair under her uniform cap, and warm brown eyes. She smiles at the Jedi and bows her head to them.
<Tamille Corinth> All: Welcome. I'm Tamille Corinth, captain of the Integrity. It's a pleasure to finally meet you all.
<Balar> ::turns to face the woman, studying her expression as she speaks::
<Toral_Ven> ::smiles:: Integrity. I like it.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: smiles and bows:: Likewise.
<Corinth> ::she seems to be a friendly person, certainly not the stereotypical military officer, and looks upon each of the Jedi with enthusiasm:: Toral: I'm glad to hear it, Master Jedi. It was either that or the Downy Feather, but HQ didn't appreciate the humor in giving a wartime dropship such a name.
<Toral_Ven> ::laughs:: And I'm sure all the arrow-based names were taken. ::holds out a hand to her:: And Halcyon here is our Master Jedi, I'm just Toral Ven...
<Corinth> ::grins and shakes the Twi'lek's hand:: Toral: You're all Master Jedi to me, but then I've always been one of those oddballs who doesn't blame your Order for all the Galaxy's problems. ::moves to shake the other Jedi's hands as well::
<Toral_Ven> ::winks:: You'll figure out what rank rookies we are soon enough.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan nods politely to Captain Corinth, but he seems too distracted to make small talk::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: grabs ahold of Corinth's offered hand with the Force and moves it up and down gently, seeing as his hands were full, still smiling::
<Corinth> ::elegantly lifts an eyebrow, looking bemusedly at Aerelon:: Aerelon: That wasn't strange at all... ::moves to Balar and offers him her hand as well:: Balar: Aren't you a little young to be a Jedi Knight?
<Balar> ::furrows his brows in irritation, then looks down at her hand and shakes it:: Corinth: I haven't, -quite-, taken the trials yet..
<Corinth> Balar: Ah. I apologize, I didn't think the Jedi Council would send an apprentice on a mission of this significance.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::clears his throat:: Corinth: Special circumstances have deemed it necessary, Captain. And young Balar has proven himself capable.
<Toral_Ven> Besides, the right tool for the job isn't always the expected one...
<Corinth> ::nods:: Toral: Spoken like a veteran of the trenches. Are you sure you're a Jedi?
<Balar> ::frowns:: Don't worry.. I'm sure I'll be shipped back to the temple the second it is determined I'm not 'deemed necessary'. ::folds his arms::
<Toral_Ven> ::gives her a grin:: Well, the Council says I am, and they out-stubborned me on that point. But before that I used to be in the Army.
<Corinth> ::looks back at the Integrity, then gives Toral a grin:: Then I'm sure you won't have any trouble settling in.
<Toral_Ven> ::laughs:: Please tell me they refurbished the seats.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::lays a calming hand on Balar's arm:: Balar: Be mindful of your feelings, apprentice. The Council has recognized your importance, and they have given you a great honor by sending you on this mission. They have given us all a great honor. ::he doesn't really sound like he believes the words he's saying, but he tries to mask that::
<Corinth> ::smiles:: Toral: Why not come aboard and see for yourself? ::nods to all the Jedi:: I'm sure you all would like to get those heavy bags stowed and get yourselves settled for the trip. ::before any of them can respond, she turns smartly on her heel and heads for the ramp leading up into the Integrity::
<Toral_Ven> ::follows, getting the feeling that he and Captain Corinth are going to get along just fine::
<Balar> ::scowls:: Phelan: And you must be mindful of yours.. ::the next word is spoken with great resistance:: ..Master. ::shakes his head:: It seems my importance amounts to little more than the toss of a chance cube.. Both to you and the council. If it becomes apparent I'm no longer necessary for the force meld, I can imagine what worth will be placed on my presence then.
<Balar> ::glances again at Phelan with a hint of resentment, then follows the others up the ramp::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: shakes his head slowly and follows along::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan opens his mouth to respond to Balar, but he doesn't get the chance to say anything as the young Echani stalks off. He shakes his head and follows the group into the ship::
ACTION: The Integrity has, indeed, been heavily refurbished. What once was a spartan dropship is now a very extravagant transport for high-ranking officials. Corinth leads the Jedi through the ship towards their quarters, which were intended for ambassadors and as such are quite spacious and comfortable.
<Corinth> There's one room for each of you. Make yourselves comfortable, we'll be leaving within the hour. ::smiles at them again and then heads back forward, probably to the bridge::
<Toral_Ven> ::whistles as he looks around:: Great Urda, I hope your quarters are this nice...
<Corinth> ::stops and looks back, smirking:: Of course not. I'm just the Captain. ::turns and continues on her way::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::watches her go, then glances at Toral:: Toral: Would you focus, please? This isn't a pleasure cruise.
<Toral_Ven> ::shrug:: Focus on what? It doesn't seem right that the captain gets worse quarters, since she'll be doing a lot more on this ship than we will.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods:: I don't require anything near this nice.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::shrugs:: Toral: This is a diplomatic transport, they're designed to cater to the fat and lazy politicians.
<Toral_Ven> Which we're not. Perhaps later I'll see if she'd like to trade.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::shakes his head:: Toral: I doubt she'd agree to that. It's her job to make sure we're comfortable. And it's our job to accept the Republic's hospitality. Clearly Chancellor Valorum is as supportive of this mission as Captain Corinth seems to be. ::picks a room and walks in::
<Toral_Ven> ::shrugs:: Sorry, gallantry reflex. ::picks another and walks in, shaking his head:: A man could go soft living like this.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: shrugs and picks another, tossing his things on the bed and looking around:: I wonder how many credits were wasted on all this..
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan takes the time to unpack his things, then he sits down on a couch that really shouldn't be in there, heaving a quiet sigh::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: digs through his bag and pulls out a palm sized, spherical, 3d, puzzle::
<Balar> ::Balar picks a room and unpacks his pack, which consists of standard Jedi equipment and a few changes of clothes::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: quickly unpacks his things and puts them away::
ACTION: As the departure time nears, the Jedi are roused by a message from Corinth, asking them to report to the bridge, where Master DeStaad is awaiting to speak to them on the HoloNet.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: leaves his room and waits in the hall for the others, tossing the sphere into the air and catching it above his shoulder with the Force to let it hang there::
<Toral_Ven> ::exhausted from all the unpacking, Toral decides to take a break by heading for the bridge::
<Balar> ::steps out of his room and starts for the bridge::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan steps out of his room and glances at the others before leading them up to the bridge::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods to the others and follows along to the bridge, quietly dis-assembling and re-assembling the puzzle with the Force as it floats in the air above his shoulder::
<Corinth> ::turns to face the Jedi and waves toward a communications station off to the side, where they can see the miniature holographic form of Master DeStaad awaiting them::
<Toral_Ven> ::stands in a spot where he can see and waits for either DeStaad or Phelan to do the talking::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: steps closer to the holo and bows deeply, the puzzle still floating in the air and assembling itself::
<DeStaad> All: Ah, there you are. ::he nods his head to them and smiles:: The Council just wanted to convey its well-wishes to you before you left. You are the hope of the Jedi--all of you are. ::he looks to Balar as he says this:: We're all counting on you.
<Balar> ::feels a bit of reassurance by Master DeStaad's words, and bows his head respectfully to him in response::
<DeStaad> All: I also wanted to talk to you about the bond you all seem to share. The Force Meld is a powerful and dangerous technique, particularly if you don't fully understand how it works. No doubt you've barely scratched the surface of your capabilities. The more time you all spend together, the stronger your connection will grow.
<DeStaad> All: But you must remain cautious of yourselves. The power granted by a Force Meld can turn a Jedi's mind. In the past, they began to think of themselves as invincible, as all-powerful gods. Always remember that the lure of the dark side is strong. Master Halcyon, it will be up to you to keep your team focused and under control.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::nods stiffly:: DeStaad: I shall do my best, Master.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: holds in a scoff at the mention of the dark side::
<DeStaad> All: That is all I can ask of you. ::looks at each one of them:: You all have your strengths, but you have weaknesses, as well. You cannot accomplish this task alone, but together, you may be able to accomplish anything. Good luck, and may the Force be with you.
<Toral_Ven> ::nods:: Thank you, Master DeStaad.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods as well::
<DeStaad> ::bows to the four Jedi, and then his hologram winks out::
<Corinth> ::walks over after seeing they've finished speaking:: All: Everything alright?
<Toral_Ven> Just a few last words of encouragement and advice...
<Corinth> ::nods:: Nothing like a nice pep talk before getting underway on the most important mission the Galaxy's seen in decades. Don't worry, though, there's no pressure. ::looks toward the helm station:: We're ready to get underway. You're all welcome to remain on the bridge for the launch, if you like.
<Toral_Ven> Thanks you, Captain, I'd like that.
<Phelan_Halcyon> Corinth: As would I, thank you.
<Corinth> ::nods again and takes her place at the center of the bridge, giving the order to seal the ship and take off::
<Toral_Ven> ::stands somewhere out of the way to watch the takeoff::
ACTION: The Integrity's repulsor drive activates, and the ship lifts off of the deck. Its landing gear is retracted, and the pilot smoothly guides the ship out of the docking bay and points it towards the sky. After a few seconds the Integrity breaks through the atmosphere and through the crowded spacelanes surrounding Coruscant, freeing itself to jump to hyperspace.
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral grins:: No doubt about it, the view is much better from up here. Thank you, Captain.
<Corinth> ::nods to Toral before focusing on her job again:: Helmsman: Lay in our course, Lieutenant. Take us to lightspeed as soon as the navicomputer has finished its calculations.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan wraps his robes around himself and leans back against an unmanned station, looking out at the stars as he waits for the ship to jump::
ACTION: A few seconds later, the helmsman engages the hyperdrive. Space seems to wheel about for a second, then the stars freeze and elongate into stark white lines. The Integrity leaps forward, hurtling the ship into hyperspace, and propelling the Jedi into destiny...
<<<End Episode III>>>
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Episode IV
<<<Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic - Episode IV>>>
The Integrity speeds through the endless, swirling blue tunnel of hyperspace, having left Coruscant far behind.
The trip has lasted a few hours, giving its passengers time to settle in and get acquainted with their new home and with their shipmates. How they chose to spend that time, however, was entirely up to them...
<<<Begin Episode>>>
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan, decked out in light PT gear, spins away from a whirling blue blade of light, grinning a little bit as he sweeps his own silvery blade in front of him:: Balar: You'll have to do better than that, Apprentice...
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral is in what passes for the ship's rec room, relaxing after a workout and reading a file he found on the ship's refits::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: idly watches Balar and Phelan practice as he runs through his control exercises::
<Balar_Santurus> ::Balar grits his teeth and swats away the silver blade as he sidesteps, his feet dancing across the training area with ease. He's wearing his traditional robes save the upper portion, preferring to be unrestricted by armor and heavy clothing:: Phelan: If that's what you want.. ::feigns an upwards attack, then advances, sweeping his blade low at Phelan's legs::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::pulls his lightsaber back closer to his body, his head dipping backwards in reaction to the feint, his wrists suddenly rotating downward and sending his lightsaber into a spin, catching Balar's attack just before it reaches his legs, then using his momentum to push Balar back:: Balar: You fight surprisingly well for someone who used to be apprenticed to an Ithorian.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: is effectively playing jenga with the Force, holding and repositioning a series of blocks without letting them fall::
ACTION: A few of the blocks wobble a bit as Aerelon makes his latest move, but they still manage to stay mostly in place.
<Balar_Santurus> ::backsteps to catch his footing and sweeps his saber forward, his brow furrowing in irritation as sweat beads on his forehead:: Phelan: I am Echani. ::continues on with a flurry of offensive attacks, his icy blue blade humming and buzzing in the air::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan easily counters each one of the attacks and catches Balar's blade on the final stroke, whirling the two lightsabers and sending Balar's flying out of his hand. The blade switches off, and the hilt bounces off the wall and onto the floor:: Balar: You've got a long way to go if you want to live up to your species.
ACTION: Captain Corinth's voice suddenly fills the room. "Attention, all hands. We're about to drop out of hyperspace."
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: lets the blocks fall::
<Toral_Ven> ::looks up from his datapad, unsure if this was on the schedule::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::looks around as he hears the message, deactivating his lightsaber and walking off of the sparring floor, grabbing a towel and wiping sweat from his eyes:: Balar: You have potential, Balar, but you need to learn to control your aggression.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: stands::
<Balar_Santurus> ::clenches his jaw as he watches his saber falling away, then turns his angered gaze back to his master:: Phelan: You're already a poster child for Corellia! You have the elegance and skill of a womprat compared to the size of your ego. ::pulls his saber to his hand using the force, then looks up as he hears the announcement and makes for the door::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::blinks as he watches Balar go, calling after him:: Balar: Meet the rest of us on the bridge in ten minutes. ::looks to Aerelon and Toral and shrugs:: Kids. ::heads out of the rec room, still wiping himself off:: Both: I'm going to get cleaned up, I'll be up there in a few minutes.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods and heads to the bridge::
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral puts his pad away and heads for the bridge:: Actually, I've seen some very elegant womprats in my time...
<Corinth> ::turns as she hears the doors to the bridge open, gracing Aerelon and Toral with a smile:: Both: I hope I'm not interrupting anything important.
<Toral_Ven> ::shakes his head a little:: Just a fit of teenage stubbornness...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: bows to the bridge crew before entering::
ACTION: Most of the bridge crew ignore Aerelon, and Toral too for that matter, except for the helmsman, a young human male who looks on the Jedi with wide-eyed wonder.
<Corinth> Toral: I know what you mean, I have three nephews, all of them are close to your young friend's age. ::turns to look out the viewport again:: Helmsman: Time to reversion, Mister Amroth?
<Toral_Ven> ::gives the rookie a wink as he finds an out of the way place to stand::
<Balar_Santurus> ::Balar clips his saber to his belt as he storms off to his room, then changes into his full robes and takes a moment to center himself before making his way to the bridge::
<Helmsman> ::jumps as he hears the captain's voice and quickly focuses on his work again:: Corinth: Uhh...sixty seconds, ma'am.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: steps over to stand near Toral::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan arrives on the bridge a moment after Balar, glancing at the other three Jedi before moving to stand beside Captain Corinth::
<Balar_Santurus> ::avoids looking at Phelan as he makes his way over to the others::
ACTION: A few seconds later, Lieutenant Amroth reaches forward and pulls the hyperspace controls back. The blue tunnel vanishes, and the streaking stars return to single pinholes in the curtain of space. The stars are far closer together now than they were around Coruscant, however, almost washing out the endless void.
<Corinth> All: Welcome to the Deep Core, gentlemen.
ACTION: The Integrity speeds towards the sole habitable planet in this system, a world called Empress Teta. Once a powerful figure in galactic politics, Empress Teta is similar to other Core Worlds in that much of it is covered by sprawling, continent-wide cities, the grandest being its capital city, Cinnagar.
<Toral_Ven> ::looks at the planet:: Well, I guess I had the wrong idea about our itinerary...
<Phelan_Halcyon> Toral: We'll be making our way Rimward soon, but Chancellor Valorum requested that we stop here first. Empress Teta is just a quick jump away from Coruscant.
ACTION: As the Integrity approaches Empress Teta, another starship emerges from hyperspace not far from them. It immediately begins to shake, and smoke and sparks stream from its engines.
<Corinth> ::takes a step forward, looking to her sensors operator:: Who is that, Ensign?
<Ensign> ::shakes her head:: The registry number brings up a listing for a Deep Core scouting vessel. Probably returning from a run. She's heavily damaged, though, if we don't do something--
ACTION: Before the ensign can finish, the scout is torn apart in a brilliant explosion, showering the Integrity's shielding with fire and debris.
<Toral_Ven> ::holds up a hand to shield his eyes::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: doesn't need to shield his eyes, obviously, but frowns::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::instinctively flinches away in reaction to the explosion:: What in the Nine Corellian Hells?!
<Corinth> ::grabs onto the back of Amroth's seat to steady herself as he swerves the Integiry to avoid the explosion::
<Balar_Santurus> ::frowns and squints from the bright explosion:: What just happened?
<Corinth> Good question. ::looks around:: Report!
<Balar_Santurus> ::finds something to help steady himself as the ship moves::
ACTION: The damage reports come up as minimal, but the communication officer, a Zabrak, frowns over his shoulder at Corinth.
<Comms Officer> Corinth: Captain, we received a transmission from the other ship just before it exploded.
<Corinth> Let's see it, Lieutenant.
<Comms Officer> ::shakes his head:: Text only, ma'am. It seems to be hyperspace coordinates, and a coded message for the Empress Teta's Navigator Guild.
<Corinth> ::frowns:: Take us down, Mister Amroth. Looks like we'll be relaying a message while we're here.
ACTION: The Integrity returns to its original course and enters the Tetan atmosphere, winding its way through the traffic above Cinnagar to reach its designated landing bay.
<Toral_Ven> ::turns to Aerelon:: Navigator's Guild?
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods to Toral:: The Navigator's Guild oversees and manages Tetan deep core scouting operations.
<Toral_Ven> ::shrugs a little:: Learn something new every day.
<Corinth> If you think the skrags who scout new hyperlanes in Wild Space are crazy, then you haven't met a Deep Core scout. The gravitational forces created by the densely packed stars and by the supermassive black hole at the center of the Galaxy play havoc with navigational systems.
<Toral_Ven> ::nods a little:: Thankfully, it's a big enough galaxy for all kinds of crazy.
ACTION: Amroth brings the Integrity to a landing, and Corinth walks over to the communications station. She has her comms officer download the message onto a datapad, then hands it to Phelan.
<Corinth> Jedi: That explosion dinged up our starboard engine a little bit, so I'd appreciate it if you could take this to the Guild while we do repairs.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan nods, the datapad disappearing in the folds of his robe:: Corinth: Certainly, Captain. We shouldn't be gone long.
<Balar_Santurus> ::frowns slightly, but nods::
<Toral_Ven> ::lowers his voice:: Balar: Problem?
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: perks up at that, smiling at the thought of possibly getting to peek at the Navigator's Guild scouting records::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan leads the others off of the bridge and down to the exit ramp, which has already been lowered for them::
<Toral_Ven> ::follows along calmly, taking in the sights of the scenic spaceport::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: follows quietly::
<Balar_Santurus> ::follows after Phelan and shakes his head:: Toral: It's nothing.. I just hope we don't become too distracted from our primary mission for things like this.
<Toral_Ven> Well, don't be too hasty to judge. Our mission isn't exactly a 'go here do that' sort of proposition. Only the Force knows how things will tie in together.
<Balar_Santurus> ::nods reluctantly::
ACTION: As the Jedi leave the docking bay, a Tetan nobleman in rich clothing approaches them. He's a handsome human male, approximately in his mid-thirties, with olive skin and dark hair, which is graying at the temples.
<Nobleman> Jedi: The sensors picked up the explosion in orbit. Oh my, what a disaster! I hope you and your ship are alright...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods to the Nobleman::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::eyes the man warily:: Nobleman: We're fine, thanks. Who are you?
<Nobleman> Oh! Pardon my rudeness. ::bows:: I am Sebban Keto, owner and proprietor of Keto Scouting Operations, amongst other endeavors. The ship that exploded near your own belonged to me. They were due back right around now, and I was waiting here to welcome them home. Looks like they would have been right on time...
<Balar_Santurus> ::folds his hands into his sleeves and quirks a brow:: Keto: Do you have any idea what might have happened to them?
<Keto> ::shakes his head:: Balar: Mechanical failure, maybe? Navigating in the Deep Core can be treacherous.
<Toral_Ven> Holding a ship together through hyperspace, only to lose it three minutes from home... Tragic.
<Keto> ::nods sadly:: Toral: Indeed, indeed. It's fortunate that your ship was not caught in the explosion as well.
<Toral_Ven> Indeed. How many people were aboard that ship?
<Keto> Just two, a pilot and a copilot. They both had families, sadly. It will be difficult relaying the news to them.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::Phelan nods in understanding and begins fishing through his robes:: Keto: Listen, before their ship exploded they sent this to us. Looks like some hyperspace coordinates, though we haven't verified that yet. ::hands Keto the datapad Corinth had given him:: Maybe it's the location of a new hyperlane they discovered?
<Toral_Ven> ::frowns just a little:: Master Phelan, shouldn't we give a copy of that to the Navigator's Guild as well?
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods in agreement::
<Balar_Santurus> ::furrows his brows and nods with the others::
<Keto> Worry not, my Twi'lek friend. If there's anyone whose wrath I'd like to avoid, it's the Guild's. As I was the owner of that ship and the one who proposed the operation, it's my responsibility to report this to them. You are, of course, welcome to join me.
<Toral_Ven> ::smiles and nods:: Thank you for the invitation, I must confess I have been very curious about the Guild.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods:: Myself as well.
<Keto> ::Keto's face lights up with a brilliant grin:: Splendid! Come, the Guild is but a short ride from here. ::the nobleman turns and leads them out of the starport, toward a lavish speeder parked outside. He waves to an overweight human, who hurries to open the passenger door for Keto and the Jedi::
<Toral_Ven> ::climbs inside and sits down, calming himself and opening his senses. Maybe he's paranoid, but something doesn't feel entirely right::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::climbs into the speeder and looks around, frowning:: Keto: Nice ride...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: climbs in as well::
<Balar_Santurus> ::climbs into the speeder and looks around::
ACTION: Once everyone is inside, Keto follows them and the driver closes the door. A moment later the speeder starts up and makes its way to the Guild headquarters. The ride seems short, especially compared to traveling through Coruscanti traffic, and Keto soon leads the Jedi out of the speeder and into the Guild headquarters.
The Navigator Guild HQ is nowhere near as massive as the more important buildings on Coruscant, but it's still rather large and expansive. Pilots and office workers are all over the place.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: looks out at the Navigator HQ::
<Keto> The Guild Manager's office is on the top floor--no surprise there, right? Come along. ::leads them over to the main turbolift::
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: follows Keto::
<Toral_Ven> ::nod:: No matter the species or planet, the most important almost always choose the tallest perches.
<Keto> ::smiles as he steps into the lift:: Toral: Does not the most important deserve to be at the top, should he choose so?
<Balar_Santurus> ::follows Keto to the turbolift::
<Toral_Ven> ::shrugs a little:: It depends on the criteria of importance, honestly. But if those who want it have the means to pay for it and do no harm on their way, I have no argument.
<Keto> In that, Master Ven, we are agreed. ::the turbolift closes and takes the group up, up, up to the topmost floor, which looks about a million times more extravagant than the bottom floor::
<Toral_Ven> ::tilts his head a little:: Just Ven, if you please, I'm far from being a Master.
<Keto> ::smiles graciously:: I see, Sir Ven...
ACTION: Keto leads the group out of the lift, but before they can get far, they're approached by a protocol droid.
<Droid> Master Keto! The news is all over the HoloNet! I am deeply sorry for your loss.
<Keto> ::shakes his head:: I thank you, but it is the families of those poor beings who have truly lost this day. Is your master available?
<Droid> Certainly, sir! He just got out of a meeting a moment ago, I'm certain he would be happy to see you. Please, go on in.
<Keto> ::nods and turns to the group:: Jedi: I shouldn't be long. This droid here will see to your needs and make you comfortable while I speak to the Manager.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods, frowning inwardly at not getting to meet the head of the guild::
<Keto> ::Keto bows to the Jedi and then turns, disappearing into the office::
<Protocol Droid> ::motions to the Jedi:: Please, be seated. Would you like some refreshments?
<Toral_Ven> Nothing for me, thank you.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::nods in agreement as he sits down:: Nor me.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: leans against a wall::
ACTION: The Jedi wait for about ten minutes or so before Keto finally reemerges from the office, looking positively excited.
<Keto> Oh, this is marvelous!
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::stands up, raising an eyebrow:: Keto: I take it you have good news...
<Toral_Ven> ::raises the eyebrows he doesn't actually have::
<Keto> ::nods wildly, a wide smile plastered on his face:: Indeed! Those were in fact hyperspace coordinates my pilots sent you before their demise. They were returning from a mission I sent them on to explore a newly discovered world possibly rich in natural resources, and it seems that they found it.
<Toral_Ven> And is it as wealthy as projected?
<Keto> ::shrugs helplessly:: They were less detailed about that. Initial scans were promising, but the planet is so deep in the Core that their ship could not take the stresses for long, and they had to return sooner than they would have liked. But, the Guild Manager has authorized me to send another expedition. However...
<Toral_Ven> However?
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: listens closely::
<Keto> ::sighs:: However, I have no other crews available, and if I don't send an expedition, someone else will, and I will lose any rights to the world. If I do not get the contract, my employees will see none of the profits that will eventually come from this world, including the families of those poor pilots.
<Toral_Ven> So what exactly do you need to accomplish? Plant a base of some kind?
<Keto> The data in the scouts' report was inconclusive. It's possible that they weren't able to send it all before they were destroyed. Now that the location has been confirmed, the Guild Manager wants me to send a second expedition to ensure that a mining operation would not be a waste of the Guild's time and resources. I have a ship, but no crew. ::looks at them hopefully:: It would be quick, I assure you.
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: perks up a bit, but keeps himself from speaking::
<Toral_Ven> ::grins:: The mission, or our lifespans?
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::frowns:: Could you give us a moment to discuss this, Master Keto?
<Keto> Certainly! I shall return in a few moments. ::bows and walks out of the waiting room::
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::stands up, folding his arms in his sleeves as he looks at the others:: All: He seems honest enough...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: nods:: I must say that I am personally very interested in this unexplored planet..
<Balar_Santurus> ::folds his arms:: We were not sent on a mission by the Jedi council to help a man seek personal profit in a possibly suicidal venture.
<Toral_Ven> ::folds his arms:: I'm neutral. I recognize that it's an opportunity to cause a lot of good in the fallout, but I can't shake the pessimistic voice in the back of my head.
<Toral_Ven> Well, Keto's interests are personal, yes, but one thing that can be said about business is that it not only generates revenue but spreads it around. The people working for the company will benefit, and the people those people buy things from will benefit too. Trickle-down economics, it's called. ::in response to any strange looks, he shrugs:: Sometimes you find some very odd books sitting around in barracks.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::nods in agreement:: And like Keto said, the families of those scouts get nothing if another company gets the contract instead.
<Toral_Ven> My reservations on this stem from the question of "why does this man have so much apparent wealth, but a complete shortage of scout crews?"
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::shrugs:: Toral: They're all probably already out on other expeditions, and probably can't get in touch with them to reassign them. Long-range communications are more difficult to establish here in the Deep Core. Besides, if he takes a crew away from one expedition, it could damage his interests in that area.
<Toral_Ven> ::shrugs:: That sounds reasonable...
<Balar_Santurus> Any action we take will likely have unexpected consequences. You cannot touch the water without the effect rippling to another point.. In any case, this is not our responsibility. We are Jedi, not treasure hunters.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::nods:: I'm not saying I understand how this all works, but I sensed no deception in Keto. I'll have to speak with Tamille, but that engine looked pretty bad, we can probably be back before the repairs are done.
<Toral_Ven> Quick question, however. Are any of you good pilots? I'm not.
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::shrugs:: My father was a star pilot, and he taught me a little before he died in the Mandalorian Wars. I know my way around a ship...
<Aerelon_Xochital> :: shrugs a bit:: I have pilotted some, but nothing serious.
<Toral_Ven> ::Toral sighs:: I have a bad feeling about this...
<Phelan_Halcyon> ::smiles a little:: Toral: Have faith, my friend. ::calls Keto back in:: Keto: Very well, Master Keto, we'll help you out.
<Keto> ::smiles and shakes Phelan's hand:: Oh, splendid! Thank you so much! I promise, you won't regret it...
<<<End Episode IV>>>
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