The Temple Hangar {Open}

[projectsunfire]

The Hangar bay to the Jedi Temple houses the Jedi Starfighter's and maintinence area of the Jedi Temple. If you have a ship, and it needs a replacement hyperdrive, or a new engine. All Jedi are able to take care of their needs here...



Araon An'mar looked at the alcove he had been issued to study the new Sith Fighter. It had all the necessary tools. Everything from scanners to spanners.

Approaching the craft he eyed its jagged design. He recalled his escape and how difficult the ship had been to handle when exitting the atmosphere of Roon. He ran his fingers over the hull. It had a Sith's touch to it, a malevolence. Its appearance likenned to that of their lightsabers.

"Alright now, what shall we name you?" He mumbled to the ship. After a few moments of tactile contact with the vessel, araon cocked an eyebrow, and smiled.

He walked casually over to the scanner station and sat down. After bringing up an empty archive file, he typed in a header...

"The Redeemer"

Satisfied with the name for the ship, Araon started a systems scan of the vessel. A large orb above the ship lowered on its coil, and it began to humm. Araon sat back in his chair and sipped at a Caff somone had left for him.

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[projectsunfire]

Aroan rubbed his eyes and blinked at the readout in front of him. "The Redeemer" was not the most brilliantly designed ship. The Sith researcher who had developed it had put an emphasis on making the ship inspire fear, in doing so the design had suffered.

It's wingline was jagged. The vehicles drag in atmosphere took away from its speed, and maneuverability. Lacking a propper shield generator caused Araon to deduce it would have been for non-force-senstative Sith pilots.

It's S-foils would swing into an unusual flip wing design, making it appear to have fins at the wingtips. A pair of Laser Cannons were afixed to the weapon emplacements at the center of the S-Foils. Another flaw in the design. The energy systems would have to be routed in a rediculous hodge podge of wireing and rector conduit. He shook his head in sorrow. With the right encouragement the designer of this craft, could have made something brilliant.

Though with such failures in the design, he was certain the poor fellow met an untimely end.

Araon tapped the readout in front of him with his finger and read over the statistical information of the fighter.

Length: 7 meters

Width: 5 meters

Height/depth: 1.5 meters

Araon paused briefly and looked at the cockpit of the fighter. He recalled the snug fit the seat had. The inertial dampeners were not functioning at 100% efficiency so the fighter rode like a board. His eyes shifted back down to the readout.

Maximum acceleration: 2,000 G

His eyes widenned a moment at the number, and he tapped the readouts detailed information. Row's of stress test data washed across the screen in galactic basic. He looked at the Starfighter and considered he didn't really have time to really open up in it due to the inertial dampeners. He'd take a look at the engine when he was through with the technical scan information. He tapped the readout and the wash of detailed information switched back to the technical readout. Unfortunately he had brought his cup of caff to his mouth when he read the next snippet of stress test data.

Maximum speed: 3,000 km/h

He turned his head sideways in an effort to avoid damageing the console and spat out his Caff. Coughing, he tried to regain his composure. He looked at the Maximum speed again and checked the detailed information. Once again a wash of information spilled across the screen in basic and he touched one of the information caches.

((TYPE))
((ENGINE TYPE UNKNOWN))

He frowned at this and stood up. He pulled a spanner to him from a nearby work table with the force and approached the Sith prototype Starfighter.

"Sorry, I know this is our first date, but I need a look."

Araon pulled out a Repulsor bed and switched it on. Laying down, he slid underneath the fighters engines access panel and attached his spanner to one of the magnetic retension bolts holding the caseing to the hull. After loosenning the bolts with the spanner he slowly undid them with his fingers and let the engine caseing fall away from the underside of the hull.

Useing the force he felt for a magnetic lamp on the work table. He gave it a tug, and the lamp flew to his hand. He attached it to the inside of the engine compartment and switched it on.

Above him inside the compartment was an engine bearing similar design to a Seinar engine. Araon's eyes wandered across its surface looking for tell-tale markings of any kind. It was obviously an Ion Drive, but how in the force did it manage to get up to speeds that fast.

It had to be something new, either the Sith stole, or they modified it themselves. Or, the worst possability. They were being backed by the company involved. Araon bit his lip and slid the repulsor pallete out from under the belly of the ship. He laid the piece of panelling on the floor underneath the ship.

Sliding further away from the ship on his back he stared at the ceiling in thought, listenning to the force. Patience he felt. After sighing he stood up off the pallette and undid his cloak, and the upper half of his robes. He placed them on the pallette underneath him and laid back down. He slid the repulsor pallette back beneath the ship and looked at the engine.

Useing the force he pulled a datapad to him from the readout table. After looking over the engine he pulled out the long datapad stylis from a compartment in its side. He checked the Catalogued Sienar engines in the archives. The latest model was listed as a X-Alpha 16 ion drive array. He tapped the stylis to the screen and brought up the schematics for the latest engine.

The datapad broke the schematic into three cross sections.

Araon held the stylis in his teeth and he reached into the engine compartment and compared a few of the component parts to the schematic.

Many of the parts had been reduced in size. Everything followed schematic, up to the power manifold. At least Araon thought it looked like a power manifold. He touched the little cylinder and wrapped on it with his knuckle. It rang softly. The poweflux couplings were placed in an odd location, and then things got too cramped, to tell visually.

Araon slipped out from under the vessal and stood up. He still felt warm even though he had stripped down to his undershirt, pants, and boots.

He walked back over to the Readout desk and inserted the datapad into a slot. The readout computer took the new information into account and designated the Engine a new name.

((ENGINE TYPE UNKNOWN))

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((X-T20 ion drive array))[/center][/color]

Araon tapped out to the basic information and continued his scan review.

Hyperdrive system:none

Armament Dual laser cannons (2) ((Weapon Type Unknown))

Araon, in an attempt to keep his serenity, shut his eyes and sighed. He oppenned them again and continued, making a mental note to come back and look at the weapon systems again.

Pilot: (1)

Passengers: None

Cargo capacity 30 kg

Consumables
Fuel: 5 hrs
Air: 10 hrs

Araon rubbed his forhead and openned the notation page of the technical readout and began to type up his report...

[projectsunfire]

Araon was typeing up the last of his report including the quick notation of the Technical readout. He looked at the portable data pad, and read over his notations.

"The Redeemer"
Prototype Interceptor Class Sith Starfighter
Length: 7 meters
Width: 5 meters
Height/depth: 1.5 meters
Maximum acceleration: 2,000 G
Maximum speed: 3,000 km/h
Engine Unit: Prototype X-T20 ion drive array
Hyperdrive system:none
Armament: Prototype Seinar Mark V Dual Gelven Rotolaser cannons (2)
Sheilding: none
Hull: Light Armor
Pilot: (1)
Passengers: None
Cargo capacity: 30 kg
Consumables-
Fuel: 5 hrs
Air: 10 hrs


Notes: Hull is light, Engine compartment cramped. No hyper drive. No Shields, suggests infantry craft. Reactor is also of experimental Sienar design. Weapons are Rotolaser type laser cannon. Seat is uncomfortable. Inertial dampeners are failing, indicating a poor instalation and quality.

Feeling Araon had done enough he saved all data onto the Datapad and ejected the memory disk. He openned his pouch and tucked it inside.

After looking over the readout one final time he shut down the computer console and turned off the Alcove lights.

On his way out he shut the blast doors, and input a security code.

Satisfied the fighter was safe, he wandered off to the court yard for some fresh air before he went to his quarters.

[projectsunfire]

Araon had openned up the alcove and gotten to work Right away. He stashed his satchel in the corner of the room, and eagerly pulled out the welding torch. He had requisitioned one of the many droids wandering about their work. Before long it had brought him a spare seat for use in the fighter and had begun aiding him in repairing and altering the fighter.

They added an extra seat behind the first, extended the cabin, and removed the advanced sensor sweet, replaceing it with a more standard one to cut back on space restirctions. They removed the weapons, torqued down the engine and slipped a low quality hyperdrive into the compartment.

Araon's hands were sweating inside the welding gloves he was useing as he finished some of the work on the small compartment. It smelled of burnt metal, and carbon scoreing. Not the most pleasant smell to have in a vehicle for a long trip, but...

He took his seat, in the cockpit and did a reactor check. All the energy output looked good accept for a small spike here and their. He'd want to check that over again or have the droid do it.

"M-5, go over the connectors in the reactor core would you. There is a spike occuring at the 3rd interval." He said to the droid, which beeped nervously in response. He ran his fingers over the throttle and the control stick where the weapon's control systems still were. It was odd not having any defensive capabilities anymore, but they wouldn't need them where they were going. Araon couldn't help but feel a little empty sitting there in the cockpit testingthe systems. He thought about Master Faan. Had it really been 7 years ago when he died. Not much to it either.

Araon didn't want to go out that way. Shot in the back. Then again. Since when did anyone know how they were going to die. Did it really matter since we were all part of the living force anyway. He folded his arms in thoughtful contemplation and closed his eyes.

The loud grinding, and powering up of engines echoed through the hangar. The occasional bang, or fizzle of welding torches would add their sound to the mix. It all seemed a hazy cloud of memory, and noise.

A small voice from below the cockpit broke his light concentration. "I'm ready to leave, master." Araon looked over the side of the ship at his new Padawan and couldn't help but smile. He had been punctual. It reminded him of himself back when he had first met Master Fann. He had been unsure of the where and why back then too.

"We're just about ready to make way Scylla, just want to go over the system check once more then fuel her up. Could you tell the droid to bring over the fuel tube?" Araon bussied himself with the final checklist, letting his Padawan converse with the droid.

[niben]

As Scylla listened to his master, he looked over at the droid, and went to converse with the machine. "Bring the fuel tube to our fighter and hook it in," Scylla commanded the droid. The droid quickly brought the tube to the fighter and hooked it in the fuel container. He watched while the droid turned it on and filled up the container and sat down next to his master.

[projectsunfire]

Araon watched as the fuel gauge indicated an increase in payload. He tapped the gauge with his finger to be sure it was reading correctly as Scylla climbed into the cockpit and sat in the seat behind him. He reached out a little with his empathic abilities to sense the childs feelings. A lot of loss, it seemed, had filled the childs heart. He could feel it like the smell of rain, in the atmosphere.

"Whats troubling you Padawan?" Araon said a genuine note of sympathy and interest in his voice. He considered the childs state of mind. He was being taken away from everything he'd known. The temple, sort of his family, with a man he barely knew. His thoughts prodded at him. 'Go on, talk to him' they seemed to say.

[niben]

Scylla looked at the droid filling up the ship's tank, and then at his master, thinking about what he was going to use as an answer to his question. He couldn't come up with anything that he thought wouldn't offend or agitate his master. "I'm fine, master. I'm just thinking about my parents. I have never seen them since i was born. I was taken away for training when i was born 11 years ago," he replied after thinking about what to say.

He looked outside at the large city. He looked at all of the apartments and shops high above the surface. He could hardly see the buildings with the hundreds of cars passing by. "Where on Alderaan are we going? Is there a temple there too? I hear that Alderaan is as dangerous there as it is here," Scylla asked. He shifted his head to the droid, then to his master, then to the ship. He then stood up. "If it's alright, I am going to get in the ship."

[projectsunfire]

"I'm fine, master. I'm just thinking about my parents. I have never seen them since i was born. I was taken away for training when i was born 11 years ago," The padawan responded, the smallest amount of regret in his voice, and through the force, and his empathy he could sense the childs regret clearly.

He watched as he looked outside at the large city. His eyes watching the horizon as if dreaming, wishing. "Where on Alderaan are we going? Is there a temple there too? I hear that Alderaan is as dangerous there as it is here," The padawan asked. His gaze shifting to the droid, then back to Araon. Ultimately his eyes came to rest on the ship.

Araon didn't want to interupt the boys thoughts. He watched him, taking in his feelings, interpereting them and considering what to do. Should he let the boy see his family or would it be worse not to. Would it complicate things if they died. He considered that for a moment. Perhaps without conflict the boy would have no chance to prove himself.

The Padawan stood up, eyes still fixed on the ship. "If it's alright, I am going to get in the ship."[/quote][/color]

Araon nodded at his new Padawan in consent to his request. Perhaps a meeting wouldn't be too terrible. The Temple was considered evil by some because of their practice of taking children, maybe giving the boy a memory of something thats just his. Yes, that sounded just fine.

"I'll load up the ship, then." Araon said as he stood up and went to the technical station. Casually he accessed the Holonet and looked up the boys parents place of residence. A short stop couldn't hurt could it? When he was done, he loaded their bags into the cargo compartment and sealed it.

"Thanks M-5, if you could unhook us, we'll be on our way. I'll see to it they oil you up tonight ok little buddy?" He said to the droid, which whirpped happily, and it quickly wheeled over to the Fuel tube, and unhooked it from the ships tank. Araon watched as the droid wheeled out of the alcove and off to the maitinence bay. Araon slotted the droid for a special wash, wax, and oiling, and climbed into the Cockpit in front of his Padawan.

"Comfortable Scylla?" He asked as he was prepping the ships engines. "You strapped in and helmet on back there?" He said flipping on the ships cockpit sealer. The cabin pressure made a slight shift, and Araon wiggled his jaw to pop his ears.

The ships Engines began to make a soft whirring sound in the quiet environment of the cockpit, while they were probably roaring outside. Araon turned on the repulsor throttle and maneuvered the ship into launch position.

[niben]

Scylla looked at the droid as he got his safety belt on. He then put his helmet on. "Is your seat-belt strapped and your helmet on?" Araon asked Scylla. "I'm all ready, master." Scylla responded as the ship lifted up and flew out of the hangar. He pulled the holocron out of his pack and started toying with it. After a few minutes, he put it away and pulled out his training saber and took it apart and put it back together. After another few minutes, he put it away and pulled out a book and started to read.

[projectsunfire]

He was a figetty little fella. Araon considered stopping again, and decided that perhaps it was not the best idea. He would need to keep the childs thoughts centered and a meeting with his parents might cause him uneeded agitation. The ships engines whined as Araon pushed the ships speed a little.

He maneuvered through the local traffic and then vaulted the ship up through the atmosphere. He could feel the new inertial dampener struggle against the speed of the ship, but not to the point of worrying about it. His hands gripped the control stick and he banked the ship to the right. He eased off on the throttle and plugged in the co-ordinates for Alderaan. It would probably only take a few hours but their would be time to sleep, and time to talk.

"Co-ordinates input and ready. Are you ready Padawan?"

[niben]

Scylla stopped reading long enough to say, "I'm ready. I didn't get much sleep so don't get mad if i fall asleep." After the words came out, Scylla returned to reading his book.

[projectsunfire]

The Padawan said he was ready, as his hand reached out and pushed the little lever next to the throttle. The ships engines suddenly grew very quite... making a soft humming sound, and the hyperdrive kicked in. The engines made a highpitched whineing sound, and the starscape in front of the ship seemed to pull, and stretch, the event horizon straight forward.

The ship slipped into hyperspace, and fired faster than light from realspace. After a few minues the ships path slipped into the Hydian way and the starscape changed to something more akin to a purple crystaline tunnel.

Araon checked the flight record data to be sure it was a clean jump. No surprises, no problems. The engine spiked momentaril when it diverted power to the hyperdrive, but otherwise it was fine. Araon relaxed his straps a bit and checked on the system data.

((Moved to "space"))

[Neology]

<The next day.>

It didn’t take long for Janis to pack - a spare tunic and cloak to replace one damaged on her last trip away from the temple. Most of her other possessions, though few in number, were still packed anyway. Moving to the holocom, she left a short message for Master Oloo, letting him know that the council had assigned a padawan to her and asking for his wisdom on the matter. She didn’t know where to begin, yet, but trusted the answer would present itself, either through Oloo or elsewhere entirely. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Janis made her way down to the hanger.

--

The Jedi arched a single eyebrow at the boy, motioning him to follow her. His apparent discontent set her a little on edge and she took a deep breath, banishing any childish shyness she might have felt. She would be blunt – he deserved that much.

”As I said before, I’m Janis. The council has instructed me to take you as my apprentice. I apologize; I know the circumstances of the situation are more then a little strange.” She managed a weak smile.

Janis stopped in front of a small transport shuttle, looking it over before fetching a druid to make sure it was still fueled and serviceable. It’d been scheduled for her departure early this morning, but a brief visit to the council chamber had changed that. Even so, she was lucky; she wouldn’t be required to stay at the temple. She hoped her new padawan would be okay with traveling.

The druid made a series of affirmative beeps and Janis smiled, letting it return to its station. She was eager to leave; it’d been a long time since she’d been to Alderaan.

She turned to the boy again, one foot on the loading ramp.

”We’re going to Alderaan, for a couple weeks maybe. It’s a beautiful place; I think you’ll like it. I’ve secured use of a summer home in the mountains near Aldera.”

[paine]

Paine walked into the hangar with his belongings and walked up to the nearest member of the dock team.

"Excuse me how soon can you get me a ship I'm in a bit of a hurry to get to Naboo and speed is of the essence" he said.

"Right now actually right this way sir" the man said with politeness wreaking out of his voice.

Climbing aboard the ship Paine strapped himself into the seat and fired up the controls and ordered Fellheart to strap up. Once all the docking clamps were released Paine eased the ship off the ground and let the ships auto pilot take them up to orbit where they found a hyperspace ring that would take them to Naboo.

"Countdown in 10 seconds" a robotic voice sounded over the loud speakers. Once the countdown ceased the space around them smeared into a bluish light and they were on their way to Naboo.

[Jenno]

Grey, slab upon slab of grey flooring, it bared no quarrel to those who would trespass over it's monotonous surface and yet it failed to spare any life to it's surroundings. It merely sat, content with the dull and dreary colour that shone like it's meaning and existence.

These thoughts never even touched Varen's mind, although any onlooker would assume he was making a detailed and meaningful assessment for why it was there, how it came to be and many more seemingly never ending questions which plagued the minds of a very small minority.

Like the majority, however, Varen had his mind whipped into thinking about the only topic that seemed important, himself. Rejecting unimportant gases from his body in a slow drawn out breath, the youngling felt many feelings and thoughts come to mind which had never reached his mind before, never touched his heart. Anger, loathing and hate, opponents which he could not fend off with a radiating blade, opponents which could mischievously hide themselves for long periods of time before exposing themselves at the worst of moments, opponents which Varen had never had to face before. Feelings he did not know how to beat. They stood with their hands clasped around his limbs, forcing them into submission.

The finally, she appeared again, the woman who would take him to his life of ill importance compared to the dream he once held onto, the dream which he still, longingly, held onto. She gestured, her wicked fingers leading him on, he moved his arms and legs, and yet he did not. His control removed it was now his emotions that carried him towards her and soon kept him at her side.

Her words hit his ears but he did not hear, the lobes that spouted in his head would not transmit the words to his brain as his emotions began to move his lips and shake his voice box, producing a dragging sound of distaste, "You can try and put it as nicely as you want but th..." he stopped, his feet wouldn't move, gaining control of his face, a puzzled looked stretched it's way onto his previously bitter facial features. She spoke again, this time the words processed more quickly, but his mind was set on the previous words, was it joke? Was she trying to be funny? Or had he, in a burst of emotion, read everything wrong? He had to ask, but his mind was muddled, he couldn't form a proper sentence, but a few words fell from his now open lips, "wha... what?"

His pupils fizzed around in his head, nothing could focus, his eyes, his lips and his mind, until within his head he managed to scream out the word, "QUIET!!!".

His thoughts set and he pressed his eyes shut for a moment longer than was natural, then he slowly let a calming breath out. His eyes snapped up, he was frowning now, looking less confused, but he still sought answers. When he spoke, his voice was harder, thought and intent behind it instead of feeling, "So, you're telling me that I'm not actually being taken out of the Jedi system? I'm not going to work at some trivial compound where nothing I do will have the slightest affect on the things around me? You're telling me that I can still become a Jedi?" The last sentence, it dripped with anxiety after this figure of hope had come before him. His hands twitched once, he wanted that answer, he needed it.

[Axelpro]

Our Fighters are over there.

She lifted her hand and pointed towards the left corner. Without consent Zeale had purchased a T3 Astromech droid, T3-R7 after about a month or so at the Temple. Zeale then gave the purchased T3 a personal symbol that marked it as hers. While not being the smartest when it came to machines she was able to accurately program it so that it would work solely on the two ships in the back corner, two because if one were to be destroyed for some reason there was always the second. She also had T3 lock those two ships down until someone gave that specific T3 the proper password.

Just as she began making her way over to the ships a T3 unit rolled forth. There was a blue cross on its right arm. Zeale nodded now knowing that this was her T3.

Hello T3, do you think I can get into my ship?

In response to the question T3-R7 tilted its head and a sequence of beeps came out.

Yes yes the password, I hope you're paying close attention Zul. Password one is Dianogan Tea, password two is Dew cake. First is my favorite drink, and second is my favorite food. Remember that if you want to score some brownie points later on.

Another sequences of beeps followed by a whirling sound let Zeale know that the passwords were accepted, that and the T3 unit started strolling over to the two Scout Fighters in the left corner. Zeale was only a couple steps behind her Astromech droid.

[harborg]

Zul followed Zeale into the hanger. While following Zeale, Zul looked around at all the Jedi Starfighters. He wondered who works on the starfighters, Jedi's or a hire mechanic? Zul almost walked right into Zeale, because he did not notice she had stopped. Zul listened to Zeale talk to her droid. Ha ha, should I write it down? Zul said jokingly.So why does the droid have a blue cross on it? Zul said while following Zeale and the small droid

[Axelpro]

Zeale's demeanor sobered abruptly. It wasn't a touchy subject that Zul had touched, but it was a subject that, no matter how hard she had tried in the past, could joke about. As T3-R7 reached the Scout Fighters and plugged something into the side of one Zeale turned to face her Padawan.

As you may or may not know my father is a Kiffar...

Of course this young lad wouldn't know, that is of course he had been doing some in depth research on a Jedi that he didn't even know. That was a bubble of possibilites that Zeale didn't let her mind drift into because they had a habit of leading to paranoia. Back o the point, the fact of that matter was she had none of the Kiffar markings present on her.

Due to complications my father wasn't able to apply the proper markings that all proper Kiffar should have. Raised by my mother all I remember is that she would say that this was the Kiffar markings on his face and that he would without a doubt have placed those same markings on my face if he had the chance. As for the blue paint...I didn't have anything else around.

When she mentioned the paint Zeale managed to smile a bit. Almost on cue T3-R7 pulled away from the Scout fighters and ran off a sequence of beeps.

He's done...

[harborg]

Zul listened to Zeale talk, Alright lets go then, cant wait. Zul started to walk but then stopped, um which one is mine? Zul asked while pointed back and forth to the 2 starfighters.

[Axelpro]

Well they are identical ships so just hop into one. I can't be mad if you took mine because believe me, I'll never know the difference.

As she was saying this the Jedi Master stepped up to the Scout Fighter that was set on the right. She put one foot in then smiled at Zul in a rather friendly fashion.

Come, let us make our way to the watery planet of Mon Calamari...

She said it in an overly dramatic tone, but if this young Padawan had any knack for sensing the force in faraway places like she had then he would already know that there was a disturbance...and disturbances in the force always meant trouble.