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projectsunfire
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Jul 7, 2007 1:37:18 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jul 7, 2007 1:37:18 GMT -5
Araon pressed the button to open door to his quarters and watched it open with a hiss, through tired and gritty eyes. He wiped dirt and grime from his chin and face.
He sat down softly on the chair in front of his holoscreen and tapped up the transiever.
"This is Jedi Knight Araon An'mar requesting the wisdom of the council involving the matter of Prototype Sith Starfighter currently in dry dock in hangor twelve, pad nine." Araon took a deep breath and exhaled. "I have finished my go over of the vessel, and the information I discovered is somewhat disturbing, and I feel the council's advice in this matter would be invaluable."
Araon hit the entry key and pulled out the memory disk, which he inserted into the holoscreen receiving slot. He attached all information on the disk to his message and sent it.
Rubbing his brow again he ejected the disk and placed it back in his belt pouch.
'Refresher, then bed' He thought. He shut the shades to the transparisteel window in his quarters and he prepared for his evening meditations.
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projectsunfire
...oh how we miss him...
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Jul 7, 2007 21:59:55 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jul 7, 2007 21:59:55 GMT -5
(( Not sure if some of the NPC's in here are actual players or not. If they are, please notify me via PM and I'll alter it.)) Araon woke to the sound of his Holocom beeping. He rolled over in his cot and sat up. ((INCOMING MESSAGE)) \/ \/ \/ ((Incoming Message)) Araon tiredly reached out and pressed the receive button. The screen lit up, and the face of Master Antsiri looked back at him. "Jedi knight An'mar, the council has reviewed the information you have relayed to us, and we advise that you take the New Prototype to the Republic fleet Headquarters, and aid them in their study of the craft. If we need you, we will summon you back. That is all." The master Jedi nodded to Araon. "Yes master Antsiri. I will immediately begin preparations for the journey."
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projectsunfire
...oh how we miss him...
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Jul 7, 2007 23:33:30 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jul 7, 2007 23:33:30 GMT -5
Araon, rubbed his eyes and stood. He put on a shirt and tapped up the holonet channel for the Republic Military, department of research.
He hit the entry key and waited for an answer. They always had somone on shift.
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projectsunfire
...oh how we miss him...
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Jul 11, 2007 21:53:02 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jul 11, 2007 21:53:02 GMT -5
Araon felt a disturbance in the force.
Looking at the comms screen, and then out his window, he switched off the comms unit ending the Holonet com.
He stashed the Technical readout into his belt, and the Key decoder for the hangar alcove in his belt.
Araon threw on his robes and belt, and descended into the grounds.
((Moved to Unheard, Unseen, Unfelt (Open) ))
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projectsunfire
...oh how we miss him...
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Jul 29, 2007 1:22:07 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jul 29, 2007 1:22:07 GMT -5
((Returned.))
Araon walked through the doorway to his quarters with a slow reserved gate. His boots made soft noises against the plush carpet. He let the events of the last two days unravel for him in the solitude of his quarters. A master murdered in the Temple. What had happenned to all the security. How could they get by all of it, and then bump into someone. It seemed inconsistent. He sat down on his bed and let himself spread out. His mind would follow.
After a short rest, he got back up and packed his meager Possessions. Some holocron shards, his padawan braid, his wooden practice saber, a remote, a hush-50 comlink, and his breather. He pulled a soft canvas satchel off a hook on the wall, and put into it an extra set of robes.
Finally he donned his travelling robes, and clipped on his lightsaber. He gave his room one last look over and tapped up the Holonet transmitter.
"Tichi. I have taken a padawan. I will be gone for some time I think. May the force be with you. Take care of yourself... Send message to Jedi Knight Tichi Dusari, in the Corellia system please." He said softly into the transmitter, and switched it off.
He slung the satchel over his shoulder and walked down to the Hangar to work on the ship.
((Leaving Coruscant...for a while))
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Jun 19, 2008 6:45:13 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jun 19, 2008 6:45:13 GMT -5
Araon waved his hand over the force sensitive console that openned the door to his room. The door hissed softly as it slid open and Araon entered. His robes were a wreck, and his face was filthy. Though it could not match his tattered soul.
Araon stripped off everything that reminded him of his latest mission and climbed into the refresher. He turned the water as hot as it could go and he relished in the tiniest amenity the hot water was. What did he do to deserve this. All the other Jedi had died on Subterrel. Why does he deserve a hot shower, or food even.
Araon turned off the water and listenned to the sudden silence that surrounded him. The occasional drip of water splashing onto the floor of the refresher tapped out a slow tatoo. He grabbed a set of his simple spare robes and made his way to the meditation chambers. He had to meditate on this. It would be a diffcult thing to think through, to be sure.
<Moved to elsewhere>
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