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Generally speaking the little isolated village was fairly peaceful. Outsiders didn't often come to it really, and why would they? It was just a fishing town with some native people living there, not much to do or see. Occasional strange disasters happened apparently, like a couple...
In the time Hannibal had been wandering the galaxy he had seen a great many things, despite his youth. Ever since he was very young he could remember being as fascinated by different cultures, peoples, and planets as he was wary of being around them too long for fear of experiencing what they...
It'd been some time since his last visit, and even more since he'd come to pull Trys from the depths of her head, but even so Hannibal felt he was in the Core a little too often these days. He did try to avoid the Core worlds, having no great fondness for the Senate or other politicians and the...
A lot of big things had been happening since Sullust. Flurries of holonet reports, some Outer Rim diplomat's ship getting shot down and the ensuing storm of things, a senator had been arrested for leaking things, Crix had found his way to the temple, Talak had gone off somewhere, Kori was...
Hannibal walked down the ancient halls of the Yavin temple, making his way toward his own quarters slash office. When he'd told Crix he had a room arranged for him, what he meant was a room near his own but completely separate, so Hannibal was easy to get to but he had plenty of his own privacy...
One Summer's Day
A young boy, not even ten years old yet, stood in front of a building on Naboo, intimidated and overwhelmed. Furrowed brows and downturned eyes showed his discomfort with where he was, what he heard, and what he saw. The voices were loud here, coming from everywhere and nowhere...
Hannibal, of all people, was now the brand new possessor of an office on Yavin 4. All to himself, even. He called it an office, but it was more of a big open space that had a desk and stuff in it. It hadn't taken him long to add other things to it, including a better chair. Ergonomic power...
It had only been a day since the "grand" meeting on Yavin 4 where Hannibal had been appointed to the council. He still had things to do, at least as far as he was concerned. But, well, he was tired. Attending at all had taken more out of him than he had any intention of showing or telling...
Y'know, now that he was really thinking about it, Hannibal hadn't thought this through. Not the date itself, obviously he'd planned ahead for that. Just the rest of it. He'd had spur of the moment dates before, he was a flirt. He flirted, stuff happened sometimes. It was thing. But he hadn't...
Open to any who can be on Ajan Kloss
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Hannibal found himself once again on Ajan Kloss. He did seem to always wind up back here one way or another. This time however he had wandered away from the temple, to a spot he had found while he was still just a Padawan. He was sat down before a...
Bonadan sure was busy these days. A mixed and assisted campaign against the workings of Zygerian slaver networks on several worlds was in the works, and it wasn't terribly surprising to Hannibal that a planet that runs off of corporatism featured laws banning slavery but enabling...
Here Hannibal was again, back on Ajan Kloss with another set of injuries. He'd been clawed pretty well by the Terentatek on Kashyyyk but he was healing well. By guiding the process he'd be able to prevent long term effects beyond some scarring. After all, Hannibal always kept his scars.
In the...
Nothing could be easy, could it? The last excursion to an old temple on Tython had mostly delivered hints and directions to a general location on Ossus. Typical of a Jedi temple to be vague and unhelpful. Jedi never seemed to just keep their stuff in a box like normal people. Regardless, he'd...
Shortly after his promotion to Master, which he had felt was rather thrust upon him by the Council, Hannibal had gone right back to work. The Sith had been really active lately and he felt a rather more active approach was needed. To that end he'd taken up semi-forgotten expedition, drawing in...
Hannibal always seemed to end up back on Nar Shaddaa, one way or the other. He'd been gone a little too long for his taste in fact, off fighting Sith and going to memorials and so on. If only his return was for a less ridiculous and horrible reason than kriffing zombies of all things. Seriously...
High up and far away from the temple on Ajan Kloss, Jedi Knight Hannibal Grayza had sat himself on a large outcropping of a distant mountain. Covered in grass joined by a few stones and a very old and bent tree, it was almost literally half a world away. Peaceful, quiet, and most importantly...
Hannibal sure had been coming to the Core Worlds a lot recently. His poor ship already had to work hard flying across the Outer Rim, and the old girl was needing more frequent tune ups from the back and forth. Maybe he should look into finding a new one soon. It didn't look the young Knight was...
He'd finally done it. The young Knight had finally found the Arcanist's ship. All it took was for the guy to be in the hospital week on a planet with abundant cameras and security and a certain amount of stubborn. He'd been able to get into the docking bay itself, of course, but had no way of...
It was a fine day on Ajan Kloss, just an hour after noon, the weather mildly warm with a pleasantly cool breeze. Hannibal was dressed in what had become his usual set of robes combining color and practicality, leather gloves covering his hands. The burns over his arms were healing quickly...
Hannibal sure was finding himself back at the Jedi Temple lately. After spending his post-knighting years wandering the galaxy getting up to who knows what, he didn't quite expect to show up so damn often. He'd also taken to seeing to a padawan's training in the absence of her master, doing his...