Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 9, 2009 15:24:33 GMT -5
((The order you post in now will be the post order for the entire thread. I'll be putting that line-up in my next post))
Mrlsst.
The humid and marsh filled home world of the Mrlssi people, covered in rainforests of Greenstalk trees that helped house the…colorful…natives and immigrated races of the galaxy that sought to learn at the renown Mrlsst Academy built here. The motley assortment of Jedi that had been sent to the planet didn’t find it difficult to get there. Transportation, as usual, had been arranged (perhaps luckily for them NOT in the form of Rhissai’s ship) in the form of a small transport ship that Talau tended to use. While owned by the Temple itself, and not ideal for all situations, it was understated…and armed. Two things the Shadow preferred above all else when dealing with potential dark jedi. Either way, it had suited their cause and the…amount…of them. The journey had been uneventful, landing had been simplistic, their greeting party had been…enthusiastic…and they had been escorted to accommodations for the evening with the promise of dinner later.
The dinner had been more than expected, including the native delicacy of Wuorl frog, and it seemed that their ‘hosts’ from the Academy were more than a little pleased to have them there. It shouldn’t have been such a surprise, perhaps, considering what the jedi were here to do. The briefing had been…vague (to put it mildly), but they had enough information to know that a leading biotechnology scientist from the Academy, one Trssil Dagd, had gone missing…along with her research. The Dean of the university had contacted the Republic officials, who had contacted the planet’s Senators, who had, in turn, fussed to the Senate and so it had come down to the Jedi to find the source of the problem.
The suspected source? A powerful local pirate.
Typically it wouldn’t have been something for the jedi to fuss over, however, there was a new factor…or supposedly there was…a dark jedi acting as the pirate’s body guard. The original intention of Miss Dagd’s research had been nano-bots. Not just any nano-bots, however, oh no…they would take the place of white blood cells. Their intent, the Dean told them, was to be more effective at protecting the body from maladies. With a 90% greater immunity to most airborn sicknesses, and a 40% greater immunity to most viral bacteria, they were intended to help the body run more efficiently and with less risk of illness. All of this information was rehashed over the dinner they were served and then they were given the rest of their evening free, and tomorrow they would be shown to the lab and given free reign to do their investigation.
The question now was…what would pirates want with such a technology?
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((Talau))
The Shadow had, as the name implies, been a shadow for most of the journey. She’d drawn her signature in, all the way in, folding down, compacting it, packing it down until she was less than nothing in the force simply to make herself more difficult to find. Talau wasn’t one for partners…especially not since her return to the temple…yet here she was, saddled with four other jedi and a padawan. The rilan had not been pleased….but at least THIS time she wasn’t forced to wear her robes. She had met one of her…companions…and she wasn’t SO bad…but…well people were people and jedi or not she liked to go about things her own way. Plus, more people meant more potential screw ups, and more lives to worry about…especially with a padawan in play.
It didn’t help that the young woman was feeling…less than her usual self…since her return. Typically the young woman, lone wolf or no, would have been a bit more outgoing and friendly. Two months trying to survive and forming a bond with an animal that one had to leave behind, simply to return and find the one you were planning on returning to was gone?...Those kinds of events did things to people…wounded them…and those wounds were still exceedingly fresh on the young Shadow’s heart. This was why she had stayed about as far away from the others as possible, secluding herself to the cockpit or her quarters where she could meditate and continue to recover in peace…or at least in silence. Besides, she was skilled at hiding her presence, and the others around her burned like beacons in the night at all times it seemed…it wasn’t difficult to slip around the ship and avoid them when she could see them, feel them, at all times.
When they’d landed, she’d remained withdrawn, hovering at the back of the group, hardly someone to notice amongst the gaggle of jedi the temple had sent along to the Academy like some field trip gone wrong. Her sabers were hidden well enough, tucked into two pouches on her belt, and so, some onlookers might have wondered just why a civilian was following a group of jedi. Those shifting eyes had taken in the area cautiously, those powerful senses of hers expanding outward as far as she could reach to gather all the information she could in the most efficient way possible. It wouldn’t do to be caught off guard or miss something in passing. She wouldn’t be much of a shadow if she allowed details to slip through her fingers…at least, she wouldn’t be much of a still LIVING jedi shadow if she allowed that kind of thing. Luckily, however, she hadn’t sensed any immediate threats.
No matter what others thought, the knight had remained as silent as possible on the short walk to their rooms. It was on this journey that she noticed, finally, that her leather armor and clothing was far more loose on her than it should have been….not to the point of being a problem, but it brought her attention sharply to just how much weight she’d lost in the wilds of Haruun Kal. At least I didn’t get Wasp Fever…she had mused, and decided upon further meditation once they reached the rooms they would have for the evening.
The High Council Woman had been the lucky one to receive her own room, the knight with the padawan were rooming together, so, logically, Talau and the fourth member (Leira was it?) had been bunked together. It hadn’t been a joyous occasion for Talau, but she would live. The brunette had settled herself down on the floor almost immediately and meditated…yes, she was really the master of public relations this mission, wasn’t she?
Almost two hours later, she’d gotten herself up, washed her face and hands, and waited patiently by the door. They hadn’t been given a specific time to be ready, just a general “someone will come to get you in about an hour and forty-five minutes or so for dinner”…Talau…hadn’t needed that much warning. Meditating as she had been, she’d allowed herself to open up a bit more, to release that pent up signature and give those senses a bit more slack with which to go probing about through the force. It really was a wonderful alarm chrono as well, the force was. By the time the woman had come to get the jedi, Tal was leaning casually against the inside wall of the room, waiting.
Dinner itself had been an experience.
She couldn’t rightfully say she’d ever willingly eaten frogs…not even on Haruun Kal…but given her current state, she was willing to try just about anything they put in front of her. That included the frogs. Luckily they didn’t LOOK like frogs…she wasn’t sure if she could have handled that, even though she’d gathered exactly what they were from the passing server’s mind. As long as they didn’t LOOK like frog, she could get over it…half the battle of eating something was knowing what it was…for her that meant visually. Her self imposed silence had continued through the meal and she had seemed almost relaxed, content enough to just sit back and listen to whatever chatter had gone on around the table or jedi and school officials, absorbing what she could about those around her, watching the “threads” between them form and break as the conversation went along, watching the movement and color of their auras. It was actually rather entertaining for her, despite it being part of her information gathering.
As the Dean had recounted the events and information, the “civilian” clad jedi had become an odd mixture of relaxation and intensity, her mind chewing over the details given before asking exactly what the intent of the research Miss Dagd had been performing was. If her “uncharacteristic” (thus far) speaking had been thought strange at all by the others, she hadn’t noticed…she only wanted the answers. Answers she got, but it didn’t shed any more light upon their situation than the original information they had gotten from the council…at least…not yet. Why would pirates want nano-bots like that? she had wondered silently, the colors of her eyes shifting yet again in her confusion and subsequent brooding over the question.
They’d headed back to their rooms soon after and, proving her current prowess at public relations once more, she’d gone to bed without a word. This was about where they were now…the next morning.
The sun had crept up into the windows by now, but Talau had already woken. Nightmares…tended to do that to a person…wake them up. It was in the grey of dawn that the young rilan found herself startled upright, the short blade in her hand as she glanced around before relaxing once more. Another dream…this time it was about Ryn fighting some deranged dark jedi who just didn’t seem to know how to die. To say it had been a little unsettling would have been quite the understatement. Shaking off the dream, she sat up and replaced her sabers in her belt and the blade back into her boot, then settled herself in to watch the sun rise. It was humid, even at this time of day, but at least the gravity here was lighter…it would be easier to move about this way. If only….
She stopped the thought there…“if only’s” only made dealing with the situation at hand more difficult. Sighing, she’d gotten up and gone into the refresher. Twenty minutes later she was walking out clean and dressed. It didn’t take much to comb out the mid-shoulder length hair and replace the silver beads in it that she was so fond of. With those things done, she walked outside, leaning against the railing of the walkway and taking in the morning as she waited for the others.
Mrlsst.
The humid and marsh filled home world of the Mrlssi people, covered in rainforests of Greenstalk trees that helped house the…colorful…natives and immigrated races of the galaxy that sought to learn at the renown Mrlsst Academy built here. The motley assortment of Jedi that had been sent to the planet didn’t find it difficult to get there. Transportation, as usual, had been arranged (perhaps luckily for them NOT in the form of Rhissai’s ship) in the form of a small transport ship that Talau tended to use. While owned by the Temple itself, and not ideal for all situations, it was understated…and armed. Two things the Shadow preferred above all else when dealing with potential dark jedi. Either way, it had suited their cause and the…amount…of them. The journey had been uneventful, landing had been simplistic, their greeting party had been…enthusiastic…and they had been escorted to accommodations for the evening with the promise of dinner later.
The dinner had been more than expected, including the native delicacy of Wuorl frog, and it seemed that their ‘hosts’ from the Academy were more than a little pleased to have them there. It shouldn’t have been such a surprise, perhaps, considering what the jedi were here to do. The briefing had been…vague (to put it mildly), but they had enough information to know that a leading biotechnology scientist from the Academy, one Trssil Dagd, had gone missing…along with her research. The Dean of the university had contacted the Republic officials, who had contacted the planet’s Senators, who had, in turn, fussed to the Senate and so it had come down to the Jedi to find the source of the problem.
The suspected source? A powerful local pirate.
Typically it wouldn’t have been something for the jedi to fuss over, however, there was a new factor…or supposedly there was…a dark jedi acting as the pirate’s body guard. The original intention of Miss Dagd’s research had been nano-bots. Not just any nano-bots, however, oh no…they would take the place of white blood cells. Their intent, the Dean told them, was to be more effective at protecting the body from maladies. With a 90% greater immunity to most airborn sicknesses, and a 40% greater immunity to most viral bacteria, they were intended to help the body run more efficiently and with less risk of illness. All of this information was rehashed over the dinner they were served and then they were given the rest of their evening free, and tomorrow they would be shown to the lab and given free reign to do their investigation.
The question now was…what would pirates want with such a technology?
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((Talau))
The Shadow had, as the name implies, been a shadow for most of the journey. She’d drawn her signature in, all the way in, folding down, compacting it, packing it down until she was less than nothing in the force simply to make herself more difficult to find. Talau wasn’t one for partners…especially not since her return to the temple…yet here she was, saddled with four other jedi and a padawan. The rilan had not been pleased….but at least THIS time she wasn’t forced to wear her robes. She had met one of her…companions…and she wasn’t SO bad…but…well people were people and jedi or not she liked to go about things her own way. Plus, more people meant more potential screw ups, and more lives to worry about…especially with a padawan in play.
It didn’t help that the young woman was feeling…less than her usual self…since her return. Typically the young woman, lone wolf or no, would have been a bit more outgoing and friendly. Two months trying to survive and forming a bond with an animal that one had to leave behind, simply to return and find the one you were planning on returning to was gone?...Those kinds of events did things to people…wounded them…and those wounds were still exceedingly fresh on the young Shadow’s heart. This was why she had stayed about as far away from the others as possible, secluding herself to the cockpit or her quarters where she could meditate and continue to recover in peace…or at least in silence. Besides, she was skilled at hiding her presence, and the others around her burned like beacons in the night at all times it seemed…it wasn’t difficult to slip around the ship and avoid them when she could see them, feel them, at all times.
When they’d landed, she’d remained withdrawn, hovering at the back of the group, hardly someone to notice amongst the gaggle of jedi the temple had sent along to the Academy like some field trip gone wrong. Her sabers were hidden well enough, tucked into two pouches on her belt, and so, some onlookers might have wondered just why a civilian was following a group of jedi. Those shifting eyes had taken in the area cautiously, those powerful senses of hers expanding outward as far as she could reach to gather all the information she could in the most efficient way possible. It wouldn’t do to be caught off guard or miss something in passing. She wouldn’t be much of a shadow if she allowed details to slip through her fingers…at least, she wouldn’t be much of a still LIVING jedi shadow if she allowed that kind of thing. Luckily, however, she hadn’t sensed any immediate threats.
No matter what others thought, the knight had remained as silent as possible on the short walk to their rooms. It was on this journey that she noticed, finally, that her leather armor and clothing was far more loose on her than it should have been….not to the point of being a problem, but it brought her attention sharply to just how much weight she’d lost in the wilds of Haruun Kal. At least I didn’t get Wasp Fever…she had mused, and decided upon further meditation once they reached the rooms they would have for the evening.
The High Council Woman had been the lucky one to receive her own room, the knight with the padawan were rooming together, so, logically, Talau and the fourth member (Leira was it?) had been bunked together. It hadn’t been a joyous occasion for Talau, but she would live. The brunette had settled herself down on the floor almost immediately and meditated…yes, she was really the master of public relations this mission, wasn’t she?
Almost two hours later, she’d gotten herself up, washed her face and hands, and waited patiently by the door. They hadn’t been given a specific time to be ready, just a general “someone will come to get you in about an hour and forty-five minutes or so for dinner”…Talau…hadn’t needed that much warning. Meditating as she had been, she’d allowed herself to open up a bit more, to release that pent up signature and give those senses a bit more slack with which to go probing about through the force. It really was a wonderful alarm chrono as well, the force was. By the time the woman had come to get the jedi, Tal was leaning casually against the inside wall of the room, waiting.
Dinner itself had been an experience.
She couldn’t rightfully say she’d ever willingly eaten frogs…not even on Haruun Kal…but given her current state, she was willing to try just about anything they put in front of her. That included the frogs. Luckily they didn’t LOOK like frogs…she wasn’t sure if she could have handled that, even though she’d gathered exactly what they were from the passing server’s mind. As long as they didn’t LOOK like frog, she could get over it…half the battle of eating something was knowing what it was…for her that meant visually. Her self imposed silence had continued through the meal and she had seemed almost relaxed, content enough to just sit back and listen to whatever chatter had gone on around the table or jedi and school officials, absorbing what she could about those around her, watching the “threads” between them form and break as the conversation went along, watching the movement and color of their auras. It was actually rather entertaining for her, despite it being part of her information gathering.
As the Dean had recounted the events and information, the “civilian” clad jedi had become an odd mixture of relaxation and intensity, her mind chewing over the details given before asking exactly what the intent of the research Miss Dagd had been performing was. If her “uncharacteristic” (thus far) speaking had been thought strange at all by the others, she hadn’t noticed…she only wanted the answers. Answers she got, but it didn’t shed any more light upon their situation than the original information they had gotten from the council…at least…not yet. Why would pirates want nano-bots like that? she had wondered silently, the colors of her eyes shifting yet again in her confusion and subsequent brooding over the question.
They’d headed back to their rooms soon after and, proving her current prowess at public relations once more, she’d gone to bed without a word. This was about where they were now…the next morning.
The sun had crept up into the windows by now, but Talau had already woken. Nightmares…tended to do that to a person…wake them up. It was in the grey of dawn that the young rilan found herself startled upright, the short blade in her hand as she glanced around before relaxing once more. Another dream…this time it was about Ryn fighting some deranged dark jedi who just didn’t seem to know how to die. To say it had been a little unsettling would have been quite the understatement. Shaking off the dream, she sat up and replaced her sabers in her belt and the blade back into her boot, then settled herself in to watch the sun rise. It was humid, even at this time of day, but at least the gravity here was lighter…it would be easier to move about this way. If only….
She stopped the thought there…“if only’s” only made dealing with the situation at hand more difficult. Sighing, she’d gotten up and gone into the refresher. Twenty minutes later she was walking out clean and dressed. It didn’t take much to comb out the mid-shoulder length hair and replace the silver beads in it that she was so fond of. With those things done, she walked outside, leaning against the railing of the walkway and taking in the morning as she waited for the others.