Ord Mantel

[Bobbi]

It was during her wandering that a call had come into her from her com signal. She had given Leato her code so that he would be able to get a hold of her when things were set for them to lift off. She nodded briefly after listening to the message then let a tendril of her awareness flow outward. The touch was simple, as was hte message that it carried. She sent it out to those who would be accompanying her during this mission. It was time to leave, finally.

She, herself, was on her way toward the ship that would take her to the Veritas. She had summoned the larger ship just the day before. It was waiting in space dock, too big to land on the planet's surface without taking up a lot of room. She had thought better of the idea, needign the Veritas up adn running for their take off.

She had one stop to make before getting to the dock where her ship waited, though. Murra had something to pick up from her room. Just a small momento, something no Jedi should be without. If Leyin was in trouble on Ord Mantel, she would need a lightsaber to get her through it once they got to her. This would be what Murra would present to her.

The Jedi Master moved to a small chest near her bed, opened it and took out a guilded lightsaber handgrip. She smiled, looking down on it as memories of when Keton had presented it to her flooded her mind. The violet blade would do well on this trip. She was certain that Leyin would be more then welcome to use it.

With that she turned, heading off toward the dock and the ship that awaited her.

[Rich]

-: At the shuttle that would carry Jedi adn scoundrel alike to the Space dock waited the Jedi Knight, clothed as his Ancestor had been, the traditional Jedi attire.. Kabraka had briefly clued him into this mission... and Caedmon, had offerred his services, only to be declined... Though Cae didn't mind, his duties were more extensive to the Order. His life had been sworn to them, as he had made that Promise long before he had been indebted to Kabe. His friend already knew that Caedmon would come running if asked to help...

However, if he couldn't help them... he would atleast be able to say goodbye to those he had grown to know as his family and firends. Hands clasped together, his head bowed within the hooded robe. He had been able to feel the stirring of those who would go... When they arrived Caedmon would be standing there....

"The Force is with you all... always. Be Safe... and be aware..."

[Thira]

wookie_kabraka : Kabraka slept soundly in his bunk aboard the Vendetta. He'd been awake for several days, using the Force, and its energies to sustain him, but everyone has to sleep sometime. Soft snores floated from him as he lay stretched out on his belly, completely at peace for once. He'd been filled with the peace and inner strength of the Force, ever since he had spoken with Adia, and then later had taken the time to revel in the storm that had showered down over BAstion's capital. He'd spent all night, in the weather, in the elements practicing and communing with the Force, experiencing its livnig, breathing and limitless power. He was but a grain of sand on a beach in that massive and all encompassing energy, but at tehsame time he was able to shape and guide it as needed.. and he did so doing <c>

wookie_kabraka : what was needed to help others and to help himself as well. He was part of the Force, and part of those people.
As he slept soundly, he dreamed, though it was only in fragments, moments of enlightened peace with the Force, and snippets of possible futures of what was to come once they departed. Time was approaching the critical hour.. His eyes snapped open. He looked around, feeling a tug. He sat up slowly and loked around, feeling outward with the Force, as that was where it came from... If it could have been ptu into words, it would have been Murra telling him the time to load up was at hand. He nodded, then blearily rose and got himself a bottle of nearly freezign water, and ambled through the ship, keying open the door to the cockpit without really noticing then sat down in <c>

wookie_kabraka : the pilot's chair and took a sip of the water, and rubbed his eyes, starting to make a mental checklist, so that he had everything he would need for the trip. There might be a few surprises along the way. He wanted to start planning contingencies as soon as he could.

ma_thira_usa: ~Thira was already awake, sitting indian style on her bunk. She'd been sitting there in the darkness of her cabin for the last few hours. Completely still, barely breathing, medling her conscioiusness in the force. Joan's motion detectors were flitting about, trying their best to make sure Thira was still aboard the ship, though Joan knew better than to interupt Thira's meditation. Then, all at once, Thira's eyes opened, and she exhaled. She felt the call, just as Kabe had. Or rather, she felt Kabe's call. She rose in the darkness, and put one skyblue hand on the hilt of her lightstaff. Thira had been meditating, trying to get comfortable with the idea of leaving for Ord Mantel. The old familiar feeling creapt up the back of her stomach... <c>

ma_thira_usa: ~ Clearly, something wasn't right about this trip, though Thira couldn't put her finger on it. The chiss was not afraid, nor was she excited. Merely determined. Determined not to leave Kabe, not to remain helpless. Her emotions were riding a fine line, and she knew it. As she stood there, Dracmus came to mind. It seemed odd, but she knew she would miss Drac. Miss his stoic way of conversation. It almost felt as if she wouldn't see him again for a long time... <e>

dracmus_esseles: Long, and flowing, robes of black dawn his distinctly pale form. His face was like sculpted marble seemingly chiseled by the very nobility from which he was bred and maintained in his every step, word, and breath. Thira had described him well as confident yet willfully passive. Dracmus' pious heart was burdened by many things but he bore the weight well. He divulged in his studies, secluding himself to only the company of the living and unifying force for days at a time. He had taken to the Jedi lore and history with a passion rare seen in a student and had come to know the Jedi light saber as a direct extension of his own person. He just this very day, after many failed attempts, completed his own saber as per the blue prints given to him by Caedmon. Dracmus, in the eyes of some,*c

dracmus_esseles: was nearing the completion of his training. His ability to feel and use the force had grown staggeringly since he first arrived on Dathomir, his two missions as of yet had officially been successes despite his -secret- sin. It was odd, but now Thira and a few others were off to Ord Mantell. Dracmus wanted to go, but he knew, that the force called him else where. He stood, solemn, like the noble stone from which the stoic and rigid scholar seem to be cast from, not far in the distance watching over the last preparations before the group of jedi was to depart. Dracmus was starting to realize that Thira was striking his fancy and he was avidly adverse to the idea. He liked her, a lot, but continued to tell him self that the wanton attachment would only idle his growing mind and hinder his *c

dracmus_esseles: his progression as a Jedi. It was a misfortune of his humanity and phase that would pass with time and meditation. Her absence would give him plentyof time to expound upon this or would be only be driven mad with worry. Either way, he would certainly miss her in his own way.

[Thira]

wookie_kabraka: As Kabe ran through the list, he found an error. "Oh crap." He stood. There was still time, and while it was not a major need, he felt perhaps that it might be a good idea. He stood and headed out of the cockpit, taking his bottle with him. He leaned through the door to the bunk room and called his belt and saber to him, then clipped the belt around his waist, and exited the ship quickly. On the landing pad nearby, one that was to the south of where the Vendetta was, he saw a Lamda class shuttle waiting to depart. He reached out with the Force, and felt Caedmon there. He would stop by there first. He set off at a steady trot, his long fur bouncing slightly as he took to Cae's direction. He might not have done as much physical training while on Dathomir, but his general lifestyle kept <c>

wookie_kabraka: in good shape, and combined with the Force? He felt like he could run all the way around the planet without getting tired.

reign_of_glory: -:And then their was Caedmon Cato.... who had made these people his family.. Who opened his heart to their prescences, and would not for a second... turn his back on any one of them... No matter how far gone they might fall, or how high they might rise... they were eternally his family... And how well he knew them, matterred not... only that he did. Black hair teased his visage, and he carried himself from the shuttle that would Carry Murra Tekal away. By now, he was fully aware that the Entire Tekal Clan were training in the Academy... and that the Matriach was off on one of her adventures... taking along a whole cloak of people... Some of which Caedmon approved of going, and others... he was skeptical... However... to all, he

reign_of_glory: wished to say goodbye... to wish them all well the Force.. Dressed as the Jedi of old, Caedmon carried himself in that same liquid grace that always seemed to be a note of his movements.... and from the shuttle to where the Prescence of Kabraka came from, Caedmon was able to pass relatively quickly... With Kabe's own running, it made it easy for them to meet somewhere along the way.. For Caedmon there was little to worry about, the Force was with them all, by its actions they would be guided, and the outcomes that would follow, were consquential to this guidance... Stopping,

reign_of_glory: Cae gazed at the man who had saved his life on Obroa-Skai... "Its not too late, I can come along if you need me..."You see this is Caedmon... a Jedi and a Gentlemen... who wanted only one thing, to serve the Force and the people of the galaxy as best as he could... He had sworn his life to the Order, and he'd fullfill his duties as best as he could... However, his life was indebted to Kabraka... if that meant having to leave the Order for a time, then Master Anon would never object....

ma_thira_usa: ~The Jaded Lady whined a few high-pitched tones and Joan brought the ship online. It was of course by Thira's command. Though Thira herself wasn't on board... For whatever reasons, the chiss woman had decided at the last second to see to the loading of some supplies over herself. She'd thought maybe... She wasn't sure what she'd thought now. Red eyes glanced around as the drones from the Lady's cargo hold began carrying boxes aboard the ship. Thira knew she was looking around for Dracmus, but she wasn't quite sure why... There seemed to be an air of unsettled emotion running through the compound today, and Thira was well aware of it. She was tuned in to the environment she lived in now, and she looked around, a bit uneasy. As an after-thought, Thira pushed outward with her <c>

ma_thira_usa: ~feelings... This was almost like a radar pulse, sending her impressions of who existed around her. Thira felt Kabraka on his way to see Caedmon, then she sensed Caedmon... Smiling as she remembered the first time she'd met the young jedi knight. Farther off, Thira sensed Dracmus. He was lurking in his own way, probably battling his emotions, just as she was battling hers... Still, she hoped to see him before she lifted off... 'I have a bad feeling about this...' She thought to herself.<e>

dracmus_esseles: The urge go to see Thira off was a hard one to suppress. A few moments would pass were every second seemed like hours and the battle against the temptation seemed all but lost. Be damned his developing infatuation, and the possibility that he may never see her again, which in times of war, was a sad possibility: Dracmus did not approach her, though he was seen. Dracmus would make a fine addition to the team of Jedi, but he would not go unless ordered to do so. So much time with Thira would not be healthy for either of them and then there was always the knowledge of his father's betrayl and his wish to go and confront him. The force willed Dracmus a different path, a different fate, than her's. He was not meant to go though currently he could not know that. Crystalline eyes remain stationed

dracmus_esseles: upon her as a quaint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He gave a slight a wave of his hand, which for him, was quite the gesture. For him to eveven be here bespoke of more than she could know.

wookie_kabraka: Kabe shook his head genially. "No, my friend. The time is not right. As I said before, these kids need somebody to watch over them. I'd love to help, but ... duty and the Force calls. If I were meant to be here at this time, I would be. I appreciate the help though, and I would appreciate it if you would keep an ear out, because we may have to call on aid." As he spoke he radiated through the Force, the peace and calm that had flowed through him yesterday. THat had been special to him, as he'd shared a true communion with the Force... being a part of everythign and every one, and yet not being any one person. He remembered hopping from raindrop to raindrop... and riding the lightning of the storm, and the air currents. He looked at his friend, sending the impression of a warm smile. <c>

wookie_kabraka: "Besides, somebody's gotta look after Devynth, and keep Cliona's head on straight."

reign_of_glory: -:Caedmon nodded. They had spoken on it before, Caedmon was needed here... especially since it seemed a mass exodus was occurring.. "We'll be leaving for Dantooine soon.... I'll expect you to come on back there Kabraka... And if ever you need my assistence, just beckon through the Force... and Not even a Correllien hell could keep me from getting to you...." Cae meant this... truly and completely meant this... "Keep them safe...... be safe... and be cautious... there is trouble... great trouble... for all of us... THe Force is with you Kabraka... Always..." Brown orbs turned towards the distance... "Do well to protect them..."

ma_thira_usa: ~Forcused in the force, standing still save for the hand that she raised in return, Thira did not smile this time. Drac dealt with things in his own closed off way, not entirely different from the way she herself dealt with things... She knew the significance of Drac's presence, and what it meant for him to see her off, despite the fact that Drac hadn't come down to speak with her. She tried to send Drac her understanding of this, through the force, and then turned back to her preparations. Thira was dimly aware of Kabe's conversation with Caedmon, though she could not hear it.. She only knew slight impressions of the emotions they held for each other. <c>

ma_thira_usa: ~She pushed out in the force and sent Kabe questioning impression, not in words, asking if she would be meeting her teacher and friend on the Veritas, or if she would be joining him before they each lifted off. Thira had almost completed the loading of her supplies now, and was running through a calming technique in her mind. She still couldn't shake her misgivings about the trip, but she knew she was prepared for whatever would transpire.<e>

dracmus_esseles: Was he a fool? He certainly felt like one, a damn straight laced one if he was. Was he a fool for being here or a fool for not speaking with her? Maybe both? Regardless, Dracmus felt he had assumed the role. A lengthy breath filled his lungs and was released in an equally lengthy sigh. He watched as Thira left his view, perhaps for the last time for a good while. However, he still lingered as the presence of Caedmon was felt as well as seen. He needed to speak with Master Cato, as he finished the saber as he was requested to do. It had taken him sometime but the saber was finished and finely crafted especially for someone as technologically inept as himself. His ability to construct the saber at all was testament entirely to his ability and devotion to the force for otherwise the task

dracmus_esseles: would have been hopeless one.

[Thira]

wookie_kabraka: He nodded. "If I can, I shall journey to Dantooine. I do not want to loose track of my friends and comrades. We are all going to need each other's help before this war is over. I know you would come running if I called. I hope I don't have to. Shit happens though. I might have to." He reached out and patted Cae on the head, then continued. "And don't worry, I will do my best to keep them safe. These are some of my closest family. And like you, I have felt and seen trouble. The Force is clouded in a haze of distortion. I don't like it, but we can only ride it out, and handle things as they unfold." He bowed to his friend. "Honor, luck, and the Force be with you, Jedi Knight Caedmon of the Jedi Order." Slowly he rose, gave his friend a gentle squeeze of the shoulder, and then began <c>

wookie_kabraka: trotting to the compound. Things were moving, and moving fast. He picked up his pace, his large frame pounding the duracrete. He reached out to Thira. As he touched her he replied sending an impression of the Vendetta. Then of meeting, along with a picture of Bastion's local space. As he ran inside the quarters on the Jedi complex, he quickly found one of its supply closets, and pulled out a rather large Jedi uniform, and cloak and cowel. The cloak was dark brown, and the uniform was slightly off white, in a light tan, and the under part was trimmed in silver, accenting his fur. He wrapped them up and then headed back to his ship quickly.

reign_of_glory: -:Cae kept that soft smile lining his face. All that needed to be said had been said. Kabraka would keep himself ready for what may or may not happen. Caedmon however couldn't shake the feeling that it might be a long while before he saw these particular family members. Brown orbs lowerred as he turned... There was a shadow over all things... it seemed the darkside permated from all sides of the Galaxy... And some foriegn strength was about to make itself known. As Kabraka made his way back to the compound, Caedmon carried forward.. He would say goodbye to them all... Before long

reign_of_glory: he came to Thira's ship... In silence he waited for the Chiss to acknowledge him... HIs gaze drifting over towards Dracmus in the distance.. A smile rolled over his lips, catching that hint of confusion... so emotions had developed between Thira and Dracmus... the Stoic young man could use someone to move his heart and help curve the zealot way of his...

ma_thira_usa: ~Thira nodded, receiving Kabe's message through the force. She pushed out with her feelings one last time, sending her compliance and then glanced in the direction she knew Dracmus would be. She absently echoed Dracmu's statement from the previous encounter, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fair haired.." The words were in Cheunh, her naitive tongue, and she couldn't help but smile wanly. It had surprised her that Drac had known Cheunh, and she wished that she could have told him how it had impressed her. However, Caedmon's arrival forced her to break from her internal thoughts once more. Red eyes turned, fixing on the Jedi Knight, that wry smile still occupying her sky blue features. "Hello Caedmon.." She said, trying to push her emotions down a bit.<c>

ma_thira_usa: ~She brushed herself off, and moved over to meet her friend. Caedmon had been the first Jedi she'd met on Dathomir, and the memory brought warmth to her smile. Thira knew he'd come to say goodbye, and waited for him to speak..<e>

reign_of_glory : Caedmon hadn't spoken to Thira for quite some time.. But he marked her progress, as he had everyone elses... Such information was something the Order needed to do... keep track of their members.. At this point in time, Caedmon could prolly ramble off a name of all the students on the compound... and had given atleast one lesson to a good majority of them.. However, Thira had Kabe to teach her, so Caedmon hadn't had her in the classes he taught.."Good afternoon Thira.... " A few days ago, he might have thought about changing this ones mind from going... it was dangerous..."The Force will be with you Thira.... do not let your emotions control your actions... be patient... and mind what you see... But above all..."Cae's gaze drifted

reign_of_glory : towards where the Wookie had gone to..."Take care of him and yourself..." Caedmon gaze returned to the young Jedi... "My comm has a private channel..." Like all the rest that The Sith had given them..."If you find that you are not with the others anymore... then use it, and I will do my best to change that situation..." The Knight hadn't wanted to say it... hadn't even wanted to think about it...but it was truly possbile this Leato Kan character, might destroy his friends or family... or worse.... A bow his head and Caedmon smiled... "Don't get into too much trouble now..."

wookie_kabraka : It only took a few minutes to reach the Skipray that he had called home for 2 years. He stowed the robes away on his bunk, then headed back into the cockpit, flopping down in the pilot's chair and began to power the ship up. As the engines and repulsors began to whine from the increased energy they echoed over the compound. The Veritas he knew was big enough to handle the compliment of ships that were here already, which was why he was taking his own. He'd meet Murra up on the carrier that waited overhead. He sighed as he worked, going over the checklist twice. Never could be too carefull, but he knew the Vendetta was a faithful ship, and it hadn't let him down yet. All boards were in the green. He increased the power to his repulsors and the ship rose smoothly off the ground, <c>

wookie_kabraka : retracting the landing skids. As soon as possible the rotator collar at the aft end of the ship kicked into motion, turning the horizontal wings into vertical fins. He glided forward and then waggled the stick back and forth for a moment, waggling the ship, in a goodbye wave to the compound and those there. THen he kick-fired his repulsors, bouncing the ship straight up as he pulled back on the nose, aiming for space, kicking in the sublights as soon as it was safe. The whole time he idly made his responses to Bastion Ground Control, feeding them all the requisite information, and setting up his redezvous vector for the Veritas.

[Thira]

Ma_thira_usa : ~The chiss woman couldn't help smiling warmly at Caedmon's words... She knew he was right about emotions, and she took his advice to heart. "I'm not going to let that walking carpet out of my sight.." She joked, and then in a more serious manner.. "and I'll be careful. I won't let my emotions get the better of me..." Thira nodded as Caedmon went on. She wanted to voice her opinion that she wished Cae was going with them, but she also knew he had his reasons for staying behind, just as Dracmus had his. "I'll keep your comm in mind.." She smiled. The thought that she could have Joan boost the signal added to the comfort she felt in knowing that Cae would be there if he was needed. "But let's hope it won't come to that." She finished, casting another glance toward where<c>

ma_thira_usa: ~Dracmus would be waiting for Caedmon. "Take care of yourself, Caedmon." She said, giving the Jedi Knight a quick hug. "..And take care of the others, too." She said. She couldn't bring herself to say anything about Dracmus, but she'd hinted at it as best she could. Thira smiled warmly at Cae, as Joan beeped her on the comm. The crackling signal blurted: "Loading complete." and then: "Ready for lift off, Captain." Red eyes were turned to her ship as the engines began to whine as they hummed to life. "Thanks Joan..." She answered, and looked back to Caedmon. "I'll see you on Dantooine, friend." She smiled, trying more to comfort herself than Caedmon.<e>

reign_of_glory: -:Before Thira would make away from the small hug she gave him, he would whisper softly into her ear..."Don't leave without saying goodbye personally... you might regret if you do..." Words of wisdom from a Jedi who knew best what parting ways did. Already his mind flashed to that goodbye on Tatooine.... And without anything else said between him and the young Padawan, Caedmon turned and began for the Compound.. He had said he goodbyes... and though a bit of saddness lingerred from having to part ways... he had other duties to attend to... For now it seemed the Jedi Knight count widdled to almost nothing... And the path became all the more unclear....

ma_thira_usa: ~Thira watched Caedmon as he took his leave. His words had surprised her, but it was a welcome surprise... She closed her red eyes for a moment, thinking. Part of her wanted to get aboard her ship, and lift off, but the other part of her heart wanted to go to Dracmus. 'Funny..' She thought to herself. She'd had no trouble leaving before... Casting a glance at the Lady as the ship warmed up, she nodded to herself. The decision was instant. Maybe it was based on emotions that should have been left alone, but the decision was made none the less... "Joan," she said. "Prepare for launch, and make sure you get us clearance. I've got one more thing to take care of before we lift off..." The answer crackled through her comm unit. "Aye, captain." <c>

ma_thira_usa: ~Thira closed her eyes again, pushing out with her feelings... Once her eyes opened again, she headed off toward where she'd sensed Dracmus. <e>

dracmus_esseles: Lingered like the shadows nipping at his hills, solemn and silent in a corner. Half waiting for Caedmon to show him the completed saber and half waiting for Thira to come and say... anything. The young scholar was more than beside himself with anxiety and excitement when the lithe form of Thira emerged once more from the ship towards him. His thumbs twiddled unseen beneath his robes, he bit his lower lip, and aimlessly kicked at the cold poured ground of the hangar. Apprehension and the pounding of a heart beating astray griped the young man and gave a shape to his fear as he grew closer and closer. She struck his fancy. He had found himself unable to concentrate in her presence, nervous and lacking of words even more than he ever was-yet he found himself casually rambling more than he *c

dracmus_esseles: ever did. Gah! This wanton attachment would bring only misfortune and hinder his and her progression in the force. The shroud of mixed feelings clouded his judgment and seemingly caused his very blood to boil. She stimulated him in ways he had never before felt and the rigid academic had taken to it as awkardly and outwardly humorous to other as might be expected. His crystalline eyes found her as she came closer to him and so soft it was barely more than a whisper he managed ... "Hello. Thira..." He didn't remove his eyes from her own and became dreadfully still in a tense awkward stance that madeit seem as if his very joint had been cast in stone.

ma_thira_usa: ~Thira had run over what she would say in her mind.. But it all went blank as Drac's form rose before her in the hanger shadows. "Dracmus.." She began, suddenly unsure of herself now. Red eyes, glowing softly in the dim lighting, lacking any form of pupil; were glued to those crystaline orbs. Thira hadn't had any attatchments like this before, and she did not know what to say now... The feeling that Ord Mantell might be a trap returned, and she felt a tinge of fear that this might be the last time she spoke with Dracmus. She tried to relax herself, pushing the fear away. "I wanted to say goodbye before we left.." She said softly. She wanted to say other things, but found her words sticking in the back of her throat. "Fair haired" rang through her mind once more, <c>

ma_thira_usa: ~Forcing a wry smile across her sky blue lips. Almost without thinking, Thira's right hand reached out and took a light hold of Drac's left. Softly, she pulled him closer, red eyes closing as she kissed his cheek. She backed away once more after that, red eyes avoiding those of Dracmus. She spoke in Cheunh when she spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ma'ju'ra a'rk'than, Dracmus.." (I will miss you...). She let go his hand, and forced herself to turn away. Perhaps she'd been too forward... She knew that her actions and words would have been against Drac's view on things, but she'd wanted him to know before she left.<e>

dracmus_esseles: Eyes grew wide, breaths grew long and drawn, and blood seemed to coarse through his veins as such that surely his heart would implode. "Ta'nu sha'ki..... yer'la (Return safely.... to me.)" He said it before he realized it, and therein was found its sencerity because normal thought routines couldn't curb the words of the heart and the moment as he would have done given time to think them out. Through the darkness his gaze remained fixed upon her as she returned to the ship.

wookie_kabraka: Kabe frowned, getting a little bit of chop out of the controls as he crossed into the ionosphere. He flicked the shields on, then a moment later switched them off, smoothly. Up ahead the Soro-Sub carrier was a point of light that was growing in his vision. He throttled back, then thanked Bastion Control for their assistance, then opened a chanel to the Veritas. "Veritas Control, this is N-J85O, callsign Vendetta's Brother, requesting docking proceedures and space, over." A few moments later, he got his response. "Vendetta, this is Veritas. Datatransmission being sent .02 below this frequency. You are clear to land in docking bay one. Please follow your flight deck personell, over." Kabe nodded. "Veritas, thank you. Recieving transmission. Vendetta, out." He slowed his pace even more, <c>

wookie_kabraka: flying at port speed. As soon as he was near he saw the attendant ahead, directing him in. Within moments he was passing through the MagCon there, and flying toward the aft decks.

[Thira]

ma_thira_usa: ~Thira did not look back... She wasn't afraid, but she'd gotten her point across. She wondered now if it was right, if it was something that would be frowned upon.. But she knew better than to get ahead of herself. They were going on a dangerous mission, and there was the chance that she wouldn't be returning at all, no matter how much she'd progressed in her training. Caedmon had been right, despite the emotional confusion, Thira felt more at peace. She let out a small sigh as she walked up the entry ramp and into the cargo bay of her ship. As the ramp closed behind her, Thira began the climb up the ladder to the main corridor. "Are we ready to get underway, Joan?" She asked, moving toward the Lady's cockpit. Joan's voice echoed through the cockpit as Thira took her place<c>

ma_thira_usa: ~In the pilot's seat. "Aye, Captain." Joan answered. Thira began to go over the check list, nodding as each board went green in it's turn. "Good, fire up the repulsors." Thira tried not to think about what had just happened as she took full control of the Lady, and lifted the ship out of the hanger. Her take off wasn't as snappy as Kabe's had been, but only because the Lady was a bigger ship. Once she reached the proper altitude, Thira kicked in the sublight engines, and pushed the throttle as to clear the atmosphere. "Joan, load the vector, will you?" She said, pushing the Lady through the atmosphere at top speed. She exhaled a sigh once more as she broke into free space, punching in the orbital course. As soon as Joan had loaded the right vector, she hailed the Veritas.<c>

ma_thira_usa: ~The comm crackled once as the reply came through. "Jaded Lady, we copy, hold your present course until you have clearence." Thira complied with the request, switching the controls over to Joan as she looked out the front viewport. The veritas hung before her like a floating city... Thira had always been wary of big capital ships. After a moment, the clearence came through. "Jaded Lady, you are clear for approach, please dock in Hanger 2." Thira tapped the Comm and answered. "Thank you, control. Beginning docking sequence." The chiss sat back in her seat, allowing Joan to guide the ship through the Mag field and into landing sequence. She sighed a third time as the Lady touched down on the hanger bay floor.<e>

[leato]

He sat in his ship for a long time. Just thinking. Wondering on the task at hand. He was along in this little endevor. Anna had taken off in her own ship with somwonw else. She was reluctant at times to let them meet. And all else refused to take the trip with him. As he fliped a few switches the systems began booting up. The ion drives started whining as the warmed. He gazed out the veiw port. What awaited them all on this journy was going to be painful. He new somthing was going to happen. Somehow it was all going to end up causeing more pain than good. Even if they all survived it will breed something unwanted. He grabed the control yoke and he primed the trusters. The ship began to lift off with the scream of ion's and the blood red ship shot off into the sky. It only took moments the get clearance and be in orbit. He ploted the course for a moment and opened the com to the ships that would fallow.

"This is the Crimson Myst. I am sending the coordinace through for all to fallow. Thank you all for comeing. I know most of you have come on anothers behalf than mine. But you are helping. So i do thank you. See you at Ord Mantel and may the force embrace you all." he grined a little as the stars streched and spun around him. With an expolsion the ship dissapered into the jump. " We are on our way dear sister."

[Sheridan Karrde]

Packed and ready to go she took one last look at Bastion. She almost expected to see Ith'li standing watching her leave, but no such vision did she recieve. She really needed to get him out of her system. She had found he could manipulate her easily just by giving her attention. And as Sheridan had always strived to be independant, the thought that a man could control her emotions so easily unnerved her. She took a deep breath and turned to enter the transport pod. As it made its way to the Veritas, she nodded to herself. She had made the decision. She would put as much time into Jedi training as she could possibly stand.

At this point she just needed to rid herself of thoughts of him. Love was for fools. It only opened you up for loss and sadness. She knew that because during her "dates" with him she had been fawning over him and yet he returned none of her attentions until the last day. It confused her now, though she berated herself for her absolutely incredulous behavior, dressing for him, dancing with him. She groaned at that thought. Why had she asked him to dance? Why did she have to think of it all so romantically. Romantics are fools. She seethed, frustrated at herself for her lack of self control and discipline. The transport flew through space, coming upon the Veritas.

Hopefully Ith'li had not pervayed his wish that she stay in his quarters to the people in charge. She didnt want to be given what she would not have already recieved, though if he had, it would be rude to refuse, and she would have to accept. And she would take his ship Aequitas for a spin if she had the time. No need wasting a perfectly good opportunity. But she doubted she would.

As the ship docked she exited, she had the man who met the ship to lead her to Murra. Murra would know where she was staying. She lifted one bag on her shoulder and carried the smaller bag in her other hand. She needed all her wits about her with Leato leading the way. She was still very much concerned that this was a trap. She could feel the ship start to move, just as the transport left. For a moment she looked back out the hanger door to see Bastion. She would feel a lot more comfortable the further from Ith'li she was. Taking a deep breath to prepare herself for her new path she followed the man to Murra.

[Bobbi]

Through all the good byes that had occured, the time that had been consumed by them, Murra was already on her way to the Veritas. The coordinates from Leato had been recieved and Murra had been made aware that they were ready for the begining of their trip. Kabe and Thira were on their way, as was Sheridan.

The Jedi Master had withdawn to her own room, looking to place her second saber into a safe place until they reached their destination. It was good to be back on the ship, it had been so long since the men had seen her, but they had not forgotten. She had recieved a warm welcome, one of militarialistic style. They still thought of her as a General, it almost caused her to laugh when she thought about it. She was the farthest thing from that particular title. Even still, she would not correct the men now, they having been introduced to her under that title by Ithli.

She had seated herself on the bed-liek cot and closed her eyes for a moment. She would be resting again soon, however unwanted that rest would be. Perhaps more meditation once they were fully on their way? She could only assume that most of her time would be in the company of those journeying with her. They had come along, and deserved that much from her.

A knock at her door interupted her thoughts, and she stood to answer it. What met her gaze was a middle aged man, accompanied by a younger looking Jedi. She smiled, gave a nod and and dimissed the aide. "Come in, Logan, thank you for making it." Even as she spoke, Murra could sense Sheridan making her own way toward Murra's rooms. It would not be long until she would be there.

For now, though, Murra had her attention on Logan. "once Sheridan arrives I will show you both where you will be staying." She made note that Kabe and Thira should be arriving soon as well. She had turned, and sat down on the bed. Logan had followed her into the room and had begun taking in all around him. She watched him for a moment, only to have to rise and move back toward the door again as Sheridan and her guide stopped outside the room.

She opened the door, allowing Sheridan in, where she promptly introduced the two to eathother. "Sheridan, I would like you to meet Logan "Dark Knight"." She paused looking back and forth between the two then motioned back for the door. "Come, allow me to show you where you will be staying."

[Thira]

~The Jaded Lady sat docked in Hanger bady 2, having just set down. Thira rose from her seat, and went aft, heading for her cabin. Dracmus was still on her mind, his surprise at her goodbye... She wondered if the kiss had troubled him. She knew it had. Red eyes focused on her personal data recorder, staring in contemplation. Did Dracmus feel the same? He'd voiced his desire for her to return to him... But did he mean it? Thira stood there in the darkness of her cabin for a long moment. She nodded as the thought came to her mind... Punching a few buttons, she programed the recorder for a short holovid.

Taking a step back, Thira looked into the receiver for a moment, unsure of what to say... Then finally: "Hello Dracmus." She paused, trying to hide her uncertainty. "We've just docked on the Veritas, I wanted to let you know we arrived safely..." Another short pause. "We'll be getting underway soon... About before I left... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Joan's voice would crackle through the holovid just then, 'Captain, docking is complete.' "Thank you, Joan." Thira said, visibly bothered by the interuption. "I just.." She continued haltingly. "I just wanted you to know." A slight smile played across her features. "You can contact me on the recorder if you wish..." The message would fade away, as Thira reached to stop the recorder.

The chiss sighed, and programmed the message for light encryption, knowing that Dracmus might have trouble receiving it otherwise. Tapping a final button, she sent the message to the similar data module that would be in Dracmus' chamber in the jedi compound. Thira exited her cabin, and climbed down the ladder to the cargo bay, heading into the hanger where Kabe would be waiting...<e>

[Dracmus Esseles]

Dracmus sat silent upon the floor of his meager, but well kept, quarters within the intrium jedi facility. He had spent the entirety of his day in rigorous saber training. The saber, if nothing else came natural to him. It was different than the fencing weapons he had trained with his entire life, but his background as a fencer gave him a foundation upon which to build. He had studied the art of fencing since a child, under many tutors, including the famous zabrak duelist Montressor Brim. Such was the benefit of noble birth. Likewise he had receive a top notch education, and just shortly before leaving to dathomir, had earned a degree in xenophycology. However, for all his merits and intelligence, Dracmus was mechanically inept as one could be in this space age era. He could even drive land speeder, he’d never had reason to learn, and in all honesty could use little more than a holorecorder or datapad.

He had been meditating, as he often did, clearing the landscape of his mind of all idle thoughts, and allowing the majesty of the force to guide the direction of his reflection. However, they was one thought, stubborn much like himself, which try as he might refused to leave the hall of his mind. It was of one thing, one face, one feeling, one moment. Yet this thought, much like a disease, contented not in remaining in his mind alone. His heart, his soul, his entire being was being consumed by that very image that remained so engraved into his memory it was as if he could see her. Dracmus was startled by the beeping of his personal comm and the abrupt image of her, of Thira, that played before his eyes. The delicate soft blue of her skin, the texture of her hair, and the distinct look in her red eyes. “ Moactan Teel...” he said softly to himself and the darkness which lingered.

Then, he would press the button of his comm, so that his image would like wise would appear before her. He stood as solemn and regal as she might have imaged, yet the bust of stoicism was unusually expressive dawning a smile that was neither vacant or blank but almost beaming. His black robes, the infernal white head dress and the ring of gold, Dracmus was clad in his usual manner but he didn’t seem himself. He seemed almost, human, for once. “ It’s fine. You did not discomfort me....” he paused... “In fact, quite the opposite.” He smiled again. “ I’m glad to hear you have arrived safely. Ta'nu sha'ki’yer’la .... Moactan teel. (Return safely to me, fair haired.)”

[Jedi Adia Estrina]

and when was this rped?

[Dracmus Esseles]

The bulk of it the other night, but some was just added on the end. Like the Thira/ Dracmus holo thing.

[Thira]

Either yesterday or the day before.. I haven't slept in a while. o.O