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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 6:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:33 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 5:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 5:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 3:59 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 2:23 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 7:21 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 2:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 2:57 pm
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Stav Kesh
Upon entering his office, Master Endar checked the holo-message left by Master Stone.
"Master Endar, The Final Preparations are being made, Master Pentar is tying up any loose ends - we should be able to leave at your ready. On another note, I would like to apologize for the disruption I caused after our sparring match. In the future I will make it a habit to stop at Mahara Kesh upon returning from a mission"
His heart sank at the second part of the message, had he known about her injury, he might have taken it a little easier on her, but knowing her competitiveness, she would have definitely disapproved.
Pressing a small button on his desk, soon after a protocol droid stepped in, "How may I be of service, Master," the silver droid said in a metallic voice. "Ready my personal fighter, I need to go see Master Stone at Padawan Kesh immediately," Ka'all commanded. Bowing awkwardly at the waist, the droid scurried out the door.
Settling into the forward seat of the two-seated cockpit, Master Endar strapped in and started running through his start-up sequence and checked to make sure his R11 astro droid was hooked up to his "dub-x" fighter's computer. All of the Temple Masters were allowed to have their own personalized ships instead of using the small fleet of HXX fighters they had stored away. Most of them chose light freighters and the like, capable of carrying crews of up to around ten, but Ka'all preferred the smaller and more maneuverable fighter. Making small modifications to the weapons and maneuverability, it was definitely a ship to be reckoned with. "Alright Ones, let's hurry up and get going," Ka'all barked. R11-A1 was one of the first of the new Eleven series of astromech droids to come from Industrial Automaton. Affectionately referred to as "Ones", the Temple Master had grown to enjoy it's company on missions.
Lifting off, the small fighter sped away in the direction of Padawan Kesh.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 3:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 5:27 pm
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How many times do I have to tell you guys...
Padawan Kesh
Canis Solo
Canis was just finish putting away what training spheres that weren’t damaged away in the training lockers. He had one tucked under his arm, slightly damaged from a lightsaber blow. ”Dang, I’ll have to make sure the lightsaber is at a lower setting the next time.” He muttered to himself as he shrugged. Just meant he had a reason to tinker with it. He didn’t mind, he might be able to improve it somehow. On the way out of the locker room, he grabbed a couple of spare tools that were laying around as he didn’t actually have anything to try to fix the sphere with currently.
Canis quickly made his way to his room, taking every short cut he had learned while at the temple. Once there he quickly changed into a fresh dark green tunic, placing the old on in a hamper. He quickly placed the sphere onto his table and started to take it apart... how else would he be able to fix it... if he didn’t know what it looked like on the inside. It took him only a few minuted to have the sphere into it’s basic components, allowing him to make minor adjustment to the base system and sensor. ”I think that should work reasonable... He trailed off as he looked towards his wall.
Canis really wasn’t looking at the wall of course, he was listening to something the force was telling him. There was activity. More than normal... and at the cruisers! ‘This could mean there is a mission going to happen soon.’ He thought as he quickly moved away from the table, the sphere still apart and grabbed a dark green robe. If there was going to be a mission, he was going to be a part of it. He might even be able to pilot one of the cruisers!
Canis quickly left his room and raced down the hall way, almost looking like he was drawing onto the force to increase his speed. He needed to locate Master Stone, and convince her that it would be in everyone’s best interest for him to be a part of the mission, after all the force was the one that let him know about it. Racing down the halls he felt a small tug to go right, towards the training area. He took the corner tight, not wanting to lose a single step more than what was necessary and found himself to the training area, and in the presence of the person who he was looking for.
”Master Stone,” He said as he bowed to her, giving a nod of his head to acknowledge Kad. ”Your heading on a mission somewhere, aren’t you?” He asked, he knew he really wasn’t supposed to bluntly question masters, but he needed to make himself clear, ”I request that I be present during it.” He asked as he bowed again.
Never tell me the odds.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 12:52 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 5:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:18 pm
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Jri-den Kitel had only just arrived at the launch pad where he, other padawans, and the newly appointed Master Stone were to head to Nar Shaddaa to investigate and hopefully destroy a Sith Base that had been in shambles for a long time. "I guess everyone else is running late... I suppose I'll just wait and- Argh!" Jri-den suddenly gripped his head with one hand while using his other to quickly search for something to rest on - there was nothing there. He fell to his knees and steadied himself with his free hand as he began to suffer through his persistent visions again. Ever since his birth, he had always suffered strange, vivid visions of events of old. Even to this day, Jri-den hasn't figured out who the main person in his visions is, but his visions had led him to dawn the attire of the man in his visions. Ever since training with the Je'daii, the visions have been less frequent, but suddenly, having been about to set out to Nar Shaddaa, his visions began flowing back again. The pain was incredible as he knelt there, hoping someone would help him.
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