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Nykoria Tallis

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The events of this thread occur on Bracca during the acquisition of the CR90 corvette for the Jedi Order and Jedi Guardians in particular. The Jedi obviously can't fix the ship in one day, so they'd probably be staying on Bracca for a while.

This is our first big social thread, and an experiment, because I'm planning something like that in the future (aboard the spaceworthy corvette). This is intended to be a miniature event-like thread. The rules are pretty simple:

1. Everyone is welcome. Your character just needs to have a reason to be on Bracca at that time.

2. Every scene has a number # and a location. Like in "Galaxy in Crisis", there can be multiple things going on at different times and places. That way people will be able to keep track of what's going on and where. Basically, this will help those who're supposed to interact with you not to miss your post.

3. You can get involved in multiple scenes at the same time. All scenes happen at different times (#3 doesn't have to happen after #1). That way, if you see multiple scenes you like, you can get involved in both of them.

4. Have fun and meet new people. Basically, that's what it's all is about. Set up your own scenes in the planet-sized junkyard, or join the ones you like!

Scene: #1 (@Nykoria Tallis, @any-other-participants)
Location: The Overlook (after a little bit of the Rim Hopper's cargo hold)

Nykoria stretched in her hammock and gave a soft yawn. She hadn't had such a good night's sleep in days. But despite that, something felt off. Instinctively, the Zeltron reached out and summoned the lightsaber from an impromptu fixture on the ceiling into her purple hand. The azure blade ignited with a hiss, illuminating the dark cargo hold of the freighter. To Kori's surprise, the place was... empty? Only then did the Zeltron realized what was off. The morning met her with silence. An unexpected change, but not at all unwelcome.

Normally, Kori would wake up from the loud noise of drills and buzz-saws. Then she'd summon the lightsabers from the ceiling and shout menacingly at the ship's "chief mechanic". The mechanic's name was Curse, and she was a little sabotage droid, allegedly designed during the Clone Wars. As the droid's class implied, Curse liked to take things apart more than to assemble them. That's why after settling in on the Rim Hopper, Nykoria had arranged for special fixtures on the ceiling, to keep everything important (especially her lightsabers) out of the pesky droid's immediate reach. That didn't dissuade Curse: she would still attempt to get to Kori's stuff with some clever jumping and climbing. But the buzz-droid inevitably produced enough noise to wake Kori up and give the Zeltron some time to save her most prized possessions from the blasted tin-can and its pincers.

If Curse was otherwise preoccupied to visit the cargo hold, Kori's sleep wouldn't last for much longer. Soon afterwards, Eisa Wex—the ship's owner—would inevitably wake up. You didn't need to be a Force-sensitive to know that from the other part of the ship. The stereo in Eisa's quarters was loud enough to be heard everywhere aboard the Rim Hopper, and eardrums were a luxury on Bracca. That meant that Nykoria had little time to get up and get dressed. Soon after that, the crew would be walking all around the ship, woken up by Eisa's music.

But this time was different. Curse was nowhere to be found, and Kori had gone to bed early enough to wake up before "the music hour". So, she had ample time to summon the pieces of her Bracca day-to-day outfit from the ceiling. The planet wasn't that dangerous to warrant wearing the suit at all times. But Kori would still don the mask every morning, after brushing her hand against her scorched left cheek. In such moments, her lips would always purse up, and there was a characteristic look in her eyes: one of grim determination. That could usually ruin the morning; but this time the Zeltron was distracted from her thoughts by a familiar plastoid frame lying on the floor. What used to be a black life-support box of Kori's old flight-suit was apparently cut in half and drilled in multiple places. Fine, I'll give you that, you little rascal. Despite the nature of the thought, it made Kori forget about her own problems for a moment. Which was... nice too?

...

Nykoria had gone to bed early for a reason. And the reason was to see the sunrise at "the Overlook". That's how the Jedi called the dorsal side of the old Venator-class Star Destroyer that had been resting on Bracca's surface for hundreds of years. Getting to the top would get some climbing, but it offered the best view on the old CR90 corvette that the Jedi sought to salvage and refurbish into a mobile base for the Order. They were making progress, but Kori suspected she'd have to sleep aboard the Rim Hopper for a while longer before she could settle in on the corvette. The good news was that some more Jedi were planning to arrive, with extra provisions and repair supplies. Perhaps the old Corellian ship would fly again after all.

Either way, the Overlook greeted the Zeltron—and anyone else who'd bother to see the sunrise from there—with an uncharacteristic view. Bracca's sun, rarely seen through the clouds, gilded the endless hulks of rusty metal, making the whole junk field seem like a giant bronze abstraction. Godrays pierced through the damaged command tower of the old Star Destroyer like a lightsaber, making the scene even more surreal.

Kori knew that she'd soon need to attend to the day-to-day routine: cleaning the corvette from mynock excrements, training sessions, hunting for spare parts, being on the lookout for strangers, negotiating for parts and supplies with the said strangers, showing them a lightsaber if they were too hostile, et cetera. But nobody could take this moment from her.
 

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Scene: #1
Location: The Overlook / The Rim Hopper

"The Alarm Clock"



Waking up with a groan, as the stereo kicked into life, filling the cabin and the rest of the ship up with the next track in the Spacer's playlist, the fiery haired female sat herself up in her bunk before stretching her arms out and yawning her eyes narrowing momentarily before she rubbed out the build up of the dried mucus that had built up around the ducts of her eyes whilst asleep. After flicking the debris away from her fingers, the spacer blinked a few times to get used to the dull artificial light that had flickered into life shortly after the stereo had sprang into life.

The morning ritual of the ship being collectively being woken up had been something of a still relatively new addition to the crew's routine, mostly coming about as the numbers who travelled aboard the Rim Hopper had increased beyond it being just herself and Curse, it was shortly after Minerva had joined the crew and comments being directed from the Mandalorian towards the Buzzdroid over the sound of metal stamping along the ships decking plates - a comment that in that moment had made Eisa suddenly self conscious over, enough for her to remedy by having the stereo become part of her alarm clock system, so to mask the origins of the where the metallic stamping noise was originating from.

Reaching for a pair of crutches, that were hidden off to the side of her bunk, the fiery haired spacer, pulled herself onto her feet using the crutches to help take some of her weight off from her heavily scared legs. Her face wincing slightly as her legs cramped up in protest against being used without the cybernetic augments that helped maintain their functionality. Cussing under her breath before counting to ten, the fiery haired spacer made her way towards the refresher in her quarters, accompanied by the sound of a rhythmic knocking sound as each of the crutches made contact with the floor decking plates.

Once she had finished going through her morning routine within her refresher, ending off with a quick sonic shower the spacer re-emerged back into her quarters and made her way towards her bunk, accompanied by the metallic thuds of her crutches, that were fortunately being drowned out by the strangely cheerful music that had worked its way into her current playlist. Sitting herself back down onto her bunk, the spacer manhandled her legs, threading them through a fresh pair of her combat leggings being sure to make sure that the eyelets in the legs aligned with the chrome metal sockets that had been embedded into the bone and sinew of her legs - of the crew it was only Curse who really knew that the extent of Eisa's injuries had, when it came to the daily ritual of getting her various cybernetics hooked up and fastened into place, and that was mostly in part to one of the harnessing bolts of her leg braces getting threaded in the implanted socket, which required the buzz droid's precision and tools to help deal with the offending bolt.

Once, dressed and satisfied that the eyelets were all in the right places, the spacer reached over to the bedside counter, lifting one of the two bright industrial yellow exoskeletal braces, and a hydro spanner before mentally preparing herself for the tugging pain that would come every time she fastened the augments into place. Muffling a pained yelp into her pillow the spacer fastened each bolt into place, before proceeding to follow with the second augment and repeating the same steps.

Sighing as she ran a hand through her hair, as she tossed the hydro spanner back onto her bedside counter, the spacer took a few moments to gather herself before donning her boots and then getting back onto her feet, a slight grin crossing her features as the braces took her weight and the protesting of her wounded legs came to an end. Now for the easy part of the morning, throwing on a fresh top and her cropped jacket over it, before she made her way out of her quarters and through to the ships galley, mostly to quickly grab one of the sitting ration protein packs as she made her way towards the exterior of the ship - knowing that over the past few weeks that the Rim Hopper had been stationed at Bracca, most of the crew tended to migrate out of the ship once they had woken - Curse was more than likely already out in the nearby wrecks, whilst the Mandalorian was probably getting ready for her daily training regime. Eisa on the other and would just casually wonder around the perimeter of her ship, carrying out visual checks on the old rust bucket whilst taking bites out of the processed food bar.
 

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Scene: #1
Location: The Overlook

Fiach’s eyes snapped open. She knew from the chill of the air and the deep darkness that it was still night. The stillness seemed to amplify the silence of the junkyard. She knew that nothing, not light nor sound had awakened her, but he also knew it was time to rise.

She glanced over at her fellow Jedi companion’s cot and saw it was empty. That wasn’t much of a surprise – she’d been gone for days. Fiach had previously tried one of the beds in the crew cabin for sleep but found two things wrong with that plan. The first was that the angle of the ship meant she slid against the bulkhead with all her weight on her side. That was uncomfortable but bearable. The second, however, was the bed itself. It was far too soft for her. Which is why she ended up on the floor.

She threw open her sleeping bag and shivered as the cold air hit her body. She pulled on her Jedi robes and discovered that the material retained the night’s chill better than her flesh retained heat. She stepped into boots that were also rather frigid.

Then she walked through the part of the ship she’d been able to clear so far and out into the night air. Since she’d been in this ships’ graveyard, she’d found many new ways to exercise that replaced her early morning and late-night runs. It harked back to her days on Klatooine, where she went scavenging for parts from derelict ships that dotted the vast expanses of desert.

Today, she planned to scale the Overlook. Apparently, the sunrise was spectacular from that vantage point and so Fiach knew she could not tarry if she was to make the climb in time. So, she downed a protein drink and began her ascent.

She’d been free-climbing since she was about six, and reflected as she started to climb that it was – perhaps paradoxically – always quicker going up than it was going down. Going down, you had to worry about gravity in a whole different way, and hurrying was a good plan to get yourself hurt. She knew that from experience.

She took to her ascent fast, anyway – almost too fast – as she relied on the Force twice to keep her from falling, and then slowed - there would be no spectacular sunrise to see if she were dead, she chided herself.

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Bracca, Bracca System, Mid Rim
STATUS: Powering down hyperdrive, engaging thrusters, moving into Planetary Orbit

The SCS-20 Sojourn-Class Shuttle disengaged its hyper drive, causing its triangular frame to jump out of light speed and into Braccas surrounding space, its lone moon peeking from behind the Planets silhouette. It wasn't his first time in the System, it was a well established traffic lane and vessels traveled its intersecting routes. This was however his first time making Planetfall on Braccas scrapyard surface. Rennek Vaal, a Jedi Watchman of the Order, was instructed to deliver materials and provisions to a small team of allies. His ship was available and he was familiar with the sector of Space.

Rennek slowly input a few corrections into his computer, the small astro droid beeping its objections in the background. Initially he ignored the small R3 unit as its programming fought the instructions given by its Captain and Pilot, but frustrations clearly reached a peak "Yes! I know you blasted droid! Just let me do what I need to do to get this Ship on the correct trajectory then YOU can take over. By the Force" he ran his fingers through his aging dirty blonde hair, gently massaging his scalp as tensions began to show "Send a message to our allies on the ground. Let them know their provisions are in orbit, and where they want us to land. ". Due to the nature of his delivery, and the haste in which it was carried out, Rennek was minimally informed on the contents of his packages, nor really who they were being delivered to. All he was told was that allies required the materials in a discreet and timely manner. Though his choice of craft was anything BUT discreet. The Sojourn Class Shuttle was widely known to be exclusively produced and manufactured for the members of the Jedi Order.

While waiting for confirmation from members of the Rim Hopper, Rennek, his shuttle and its contents would remain in orbit
 

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Scene: #1
Location: Just beyond the Overlook/The Overlook


Nara had seen enough of the Rim Hopper's hospitality on that first visit to know it wasn't for her. Luckily, she had her own small freighter to stay in. Every morning she woke up in her own bed, amongst her own things, with nothing but the sound of the crappy clicking hyperdrive core and her droid, and she thanked the Force for small mercies.

The Condor wasn't the world's greatest ship. It wasn't even really a good ship. It'd been a century or three outdated before Oren had got it, never mind when he'd given it to Nara. But it was hers and that was the important thing. Plus, keeping that hunk of junk in the skies had given her a good basis in rudimentary starship repair, which was proving exceptionally useful on Bracca.

This particular morning? Well, she'd tinkered a little with one of the mainboards from the corvette's power console. There were a couple of components that'd long since burned out that Nara was trying to jury-rig back into functioning. So far, she hadn't been that successful. A problem for another time. That morning, she donned a top and some thin trousers, before grabbing a rebreather from the side. She may have been on a dangerous, somewhat-toxic scrap world, but there was no excuse for missing your training.

She sealed the ramp to the Condor after herself as she set off on a brisk run, down the path of flattened, seared metal. Once upon a time, it had probably been some mighty warship from the Clone Wars, or something even earlier. Now? Nothing but the ground. Nara's boots pounded on the greasy, rusting metal as she ran, pulling the rebreather on. Taking great, big lungfuls of the air on Bracca wasn't really recommended.

It wasn't look before she made it to the Overlook. That's what they were calling it, anyway. The signs of activity were already there, a few people milling around near the Rim Hopper. Nara could make out a couple of figures on the side of that old Venator, the sun shimmering down on them, making the old wreck sparkle ethereally. She stopped for a couple of seconds, taking sweet breaths through the rebreather, wondering whether Kori would be up there yet.

Deciding to see, she ran towards the tangled wreck of metalwork and wiring where the Venator had met the ground. I guess this is a form of training too. Grunting, she started to climb up, boots scuffing on the worn, twisted and scorched metal as she tugged on taut cords and pulled herself up them. Her face turned red with exertion as she kept climbing, feeling her arms burn with the exertion. C'mon, not too far. Keep going. Think of how your arms will feel after this. Maybe. Pleasedon'tfalloff.

Finally, her hand scrabbled over the top and she pulled herself up, groaning as she rolled herself over the side. She laid out on the top of the Overlook, just basking in satisfaction for a second as she slipped off her rebreather. She could afford a little bit of the 'fresh' air after that.
 
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Feel free to join this scene if you like it. Or you can always set up a Scene #2 and #3, etc. on a different day and with different circumstances: a lightsaber training, raid of scavengers, your arrival to Bracca, or a joint meal in the evening. Your character can be in multiple scenes, and they can go in parallel.

Scene: #1 (@Catbert, @Topher, @Corbeau, @Lydeck, @Charndley)
Location: The Overlook

The climb from the Rim Hopper's landing spot to the Overlook was totally worth it, even though the Zeltron took in the unusual scenery of Bracca through the visor of her helmet. Drops of sweat were running down her temples and forehead, but Nykoria just winked them off. She didn't feel like taking off her helmet, especially since people started showing up. Kori was still somewhat conscious about the injuries she had sustained on Coruscant. She knew that they couldn't compare to those of Eisa Wex or Master Oren Zapan, but still couldn't help it. Not everyone had seen her face scarred yet. And Bracca offered a nice excuse to keep it that way.

The first person Nykoria noticed down below was Eisa inspecting the hull of her ship—her fiery hair and bright prosthetic stood out even at that distance. The Zeltron simply waved to her from her vantage point, not reaching for her comlink just yet. If anyone was in good position to get Rennek's transmission from orbit, it was probably Firehair through the Rim Hopper's receivers.

Meanwhile, Kori sensed someone approaching... or rather, scaling the old Venator, much like she had done. Both arrivals were familiar to her, though one was more than the other. Nara and Fiach. Both women were the Padawans of the mentioned Master Zapan; both well-versed in technology; both apparently exercising the same way...

That's where their similarities ended. Fiach was—or seemed—an exepmlary Jedi, like the one you'd read about in history texts describing the Old Republic: thoughtful, well-conducted, yet distant. Nara, on the other hand, was more down-to-earth and feisty. She also seemed more sociable, but that could be because Kori had been on a few missions with her; whereas Fiach only crossed paths with the Zeltron Knight a couple of times, and mostly at the Jedi Temples.

Either way both of Oren's ex-Padawans were apparently climbing the Venator from the different sides of its hull. Nykoria smirked under the helmet as she saw Nara lying on the old metallic hull and regaining her breath. Kori had already been through that minutes earlier, so she could relate; even though she hadn't needed such a breather to regain her strength. Fiach had probably reached the Overlook too by now, but Kori addressed the Jedi she noticed first. Her pose looked like she was just sunbathing. On a junkyard planet. On top a centuries-old star destroyer.

"You too came to get a tan?" the Zeltron raised her voice with a friendly nudge. Kori's own training regimen back on Ajan Kloss was somewhat similar, but involved fighting off a bunch of training remotes after free-running. If the Zeltron was lucky, she'd even spar with some other Jedi, though such cases were rare. For a moment, Kori considered igniting her saber and challenging her friend; but then she changed her mind. Not because of all the new expletives she'd learn from Nara after that; but rather because fighting an exhausted opponent only had some meaning for the opponent; and she doubted that the opponent would appreciate that thought.
 

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Taking a bite out of her protein bar, the fiery haired spacer cocked her head to the side as she leant in to take a look at a blaster burn on one of the underside hull panels. A curious expression crossing her features as she pouted her chewing mouth in thought. "That's a new one...." Eisa muttered over a half mouthful of her breakfast, as she reached her cybernetic hand out to scratch at the built up carbon. Her look of curiosity was short lived as she could hear the comms paging signal ring out, snapping her bolt upright swiftly followed by a dull thud " Oww... For Kriffs sake" Eisa cussed as she stepped away from the underside of the ship rubbing at the back of her head that she had knocked against the ships Hull plating.

Groaning in resignation the Spacer, stuffed the rest of the protein bar into her mouth, before swiftly making a beeline to the front of the ship and scrambling up the front of its Hull towards the cockpit. Choosing to access the flight deck through the maintenace hatch rather than having to traverse though the ship - like any normal person would have done. Once the dorsal hatch hissed fully open the Spacer dropped down into her cockpit, and swiftly threw herself into her seat, planking her legs up on top of one of the consoles before reaching over to answer the incoming transmission

As soon as the channel was opened, she was greeted with a series of beeps and chirps, from the droid that was establishing the comm link. "Well good morning to you too" Eisa responded somewhat lightly to the almost surly sounding droid, figuring that it's barrage of instructions and requests came about out of frustration for wanting to get on with it's programmed duties. "Ah uh... Yep... That's right.... No you're through to the Rim Hopper" Eisa responded to the droid, her eye brow arching up inquisitively as her mouth curled up on one side in a look of bemusement. "Yeah fine patch him in" she added before rolling her eyes in response to the droids comments and seemingly growing frustration.

"Yo this is the Rim Hopper, Eisa speaking... Guessing you're the delivery boy the Order sent right?" the Spacer spoke out after the channel went silent for a moment followed by a brief wash of static as presumably the R3 droid on the Jedi shuttle swapped the channel through to the pilot. " hang on a sec I'll transmit our transponder codes" she spoke out after a moments silence, before reaching over to access the ships comms console, tapping away at the screen to call up the ships transponder information so to allow the approaching jedi shuttle to track their position, before hitting the transmit button. "We're tucked by the wreck of an old Venator-class, keep your eye out for a yellow and orange VCX100, just off from the venator's port hanger can't miss us...."
 

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Scene #2 (@Jago, @ Whoever would like to join)
Location: Clearing South of the Venator


Jeez was Jago bored! The work to get the old ship up and running was taking forever, at least to the ever moving Matukai adept it seemed. It been a long time since he'd stayed in one place for this long and it was easy to say he was getting restless. He awoke early like he did every morning and got up to stretch. While he didn't much care for the air here on Bracca he still perferred to sleep outside under the sky. So he'd built a small tent and campfire near the Rimhopper where his Jedi allies rested.

After his quick stretch he freshened up in a small clean water basin provided by Eisa and looked around. He wasn't sure if any of the others had woken yet and just shrugged as he didn't see anyone about. He gobbled down a quick meal and made his way south. The Nautolan was headed for the only place he'd found suitable for his morning rituals. After a few minutes and a bit of a decent he made it to the small clearing close to the old star destroyers nose. Besides where the Rim Hopper was landed it was the only place close by that Jago had managed to find any kind of space clear of trash and debris from the numerous old wrecks.

He smiled wide as he entered and closed his eyes. The opening form of his preferred style, Teras Kasi, came into focus in his mind and he assumed the position. Arms that had practiced these movements thousands of times began to move. His torso twisting, and legs that seemed to act on their own moved with the arms. A routine, one of dozens, that he'd gone through countless times began slowly, but his body knew what to do. The motions came on faster and faster and with every second the smile on Jago's face spread. Through the movements the flow of the force in his body would become more focused. Jago could feel the force begin to fill every part of his body as he worked, every vein, every muscle fiber, every nerve, blinding together in harmony as he continued the motions of his art.

The movements only became faster as he settled into a rhythm all his own. He did this every morning, but never the same movements in a row to keep his muscle memory sharp as could be. So far no one had followed him to this place, but any were welcome to join him or just observe. It didn't matter to Jago as he moved, for right now, he was one with the force.
 

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Scene #2: @Jago Haaldin
Location: Clearing South of the Venator

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She may have already passed her verd'goten a few years ago, but it did not mean that learning new things to improve one's self would automatically stop at that.

As such, the young Mandalorian Reiel Mal found herself getting literally kicked out of her buir's ship, with the not-promise of him returning to fetch her after three days. Reiel knew that him leaving her behind in this junk of a planet was not to teach her to survive or something – it was to teach her not to underestimate any and all opponent she would come across with, if the memory of the recent, almost botched job they took in Dantooine made any impression at the young Mandalorian at all.

Reiel understood her father's anger and accepted it – the bounty not only very nearly escaped, but they almost managed to blow her father's ship up due to an oversight in Reiel's part. Father and daughter could've died with the bounty if the target succeeded, and Reiel could do nothing but to silently accept the harsh talking-to and the subsequent cold shoulder her buir gave her.

It didn't end with that. Oh, boy, it didn't. The bruises she received from the mock hand-to-hand combat her buir subjected herself into before kicking her out of his ship continued to make themselves known while she sat on the dusty, uneven ground. Reiel tilted her head up, watching her father's ship disappear as it exited the planet's atmosphere.

He might have gone a little overboard with leaving her in Bracca, but at least he threw her weapons after her and a pack of munitions and dried food to last her... three days exactly, if she split the latter out into rations.

Thoughtful. But she would not complain, knowing that in spite of his anger, her buir still looked out for her.

I'm still lucky I only got this as punishment for being a di'kut, though, thought the young Mandalorian. Could be worse.

Sighing, Reiel picked up her pack, slinging her DC-15A Blaster Rifle on her back, and got up on her feet. She made sure to remember the place, knowing that this would be exactly where her father would land the ship when he returned for her, before letting her feet take her wherever.

—·—

There was not much to see in Bracca, Reiel soon learned, except for the dust and destroyed, forgotten starfighters and scrap. She paid the locals she passed no heed as she wandered, no singular location in mind as she just walked.

The sight of a Venator-class Star Destroyer from a distance soon piqued the young Mandalorian's interest. Reiel's eyes widened behind her T-visor, her body turning to the direction of the ship even before her mind came with a decision to approach. A grin split her face as she took in the details of the hunk of junk.

Okay, maybe spending three days in this planet would be fun for her as well. She had always nagged her buir into letting her have her own ship instead of hitchhiking on some poor sap who were too scared to say no to a Mandalorian or having him drop her off on some random planet for a job. Bracca was full of decommissioned starships – and it only seemed to ignite the young Mandalorian's desire of having a craft of her own.

Too occupied with gawking at the Venator, Reiel realized a little too late (not a perfect epitome of a Mando, she would remind herself later) that she had already stepped into a clearing.

The open space and scraps strewn around were the first things she saw, a Nautolan male who appeared to be practicing a fighting style she recognized from her father's combat lessons following after. Reiel did not mean to intrude, nor did she know what to say or anything, so she settled for just standing there rather awkwardly, body tense not with cautiousness but embarrassment for having walked in on someone she hadn't realized was there.


Everyday you stray away from mandokarla, di'kut, Reiel could only berate herself. It wasn't like she could just melt away in the shadows. For all she knew, the Nautolan could already have seen her.

Well now. This is akward. And very un-Mandalorian.
 
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Now she made a conscious effort to avoid using the Force, the climb felt more like the old days. Climbing was hard work but given this was not the heat of Klatooine, and nor was she inside the ship, she could cope with the temperature, albeit she still had to wipe the sweat from her forehead at regular intervals. And her robes were used to wipe her palms every few metres. You could climb with stinging eyes, but not wet hands.

The Jedi found the experience enjoyable and wondered why she hadn’t decided to climb this ship before? As she reached the summit, she realised why. Her muscles were now aching with the exertion. The ‘old days’ were some time ago and she felt out of condition for this kind of exertion. She made a mental note to add it back into her weekly training regime. That meant updating her schedule – for yes, being Fiach, she didn’t just train. She had a daily plan, a weekly plan and a four-weekly plan. Saber practice was an ever-present but training in Force techniques, researching and even missions were given time – that she blocked out on her schedule.

Finally, she reached the summit, hoping to catch the dawn in all of its glory. She was somewhat surprised to see two familiar faces when she cleared the last metre. Perhaps her decision not to use the Force had somehow – subconsciously – closed herself to it. She made a second mental note to investigate this at the first opportunity.

The reference to faces was somewhat inaccurate. One was wearing a helmet and had her back to her and the other was lying prone. But she recognised them anyway.

As she pushed herself up and swung her legs onto the top of the vessel, she smiled and announced, in a slightly out-of-breath voice, “Hello there, did anyone remember to bring a picnic?”

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SCENE #1: @Topher @Casmer
LOCATION: Sojourn Shuttle, approaching Rim Hopper

The R-3 droid switched communications so Eisa could be heard throughout the Cockpit. He replied in kind, his gruff voice the product of a lengthy travel and lack of sleep "Indeed, today I serve as a glorified courier" a weary chuckle escaped his lips "And transmission received. You can expect us within a Standard Hour." his cerulean gaze shifted to the Astromech droid as it resumed with its programmed duties "R-3, input these transponder codes in and navigate the ship to its location. I'm going to secure the cargo and check on our plus one". As expected the droid made its objections clear, insisting it wasn't a Pilot Droid, its whistles and beeps filling the cockpit. It had quite the 'personality'.

Rennek made his way to the Cargo hold to ensure all goods were secured for landing. The last thing he needed was damaged product, whatever it may have been. His involvement in this delivery was purely happenstance, he was simply in the right place at the right time. He intended to return to the Temple, give a brief review on his sectors situation and resupply to return to the field. But in his absence his ship had been loaded with goods set for another destination, an innocent mistake considering his shuttle was 'Order property'. Rather than have the loading droids remove and restock he opted to deliver the goods himself instead.

With everything seemingly in order and no visual damage to be found, he made his way back to the cockpit, initiating the ships landing sequence. The footed gears rolled out from their mounts and the ships thrusters slowed its descent while pivoting its frame adjacent to the ground for a more cushioned landing. Rennek left the cockpit again "Disengage engines and lower the docking ramp. Put the ship into auxiliary." he made his way to the hold. There were a few crates at most. His ship was not designed for transporting large quantities of materials.
 

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Scene: #1

Nara dwelled in that moment of sweet relief and triumph, staring up at the dark clouds. Breathing heavily as her arms tingled with the exertion. They'd ache in a few hours, after all that, but for now they just felt warm and light and free. It was good. She felt happy. Then came the joke.

She shifted, looking back over at the masked figure addressing her. Even looking upside down, it was easy to tell who it was. Though she wouldn't reveal that.

"Oh, who said that? Huh? All I see is a mysterious mask,"
she snapped back quickly, smirking. Her voice still a little high and taut from the effort of climbing the Star Destroyer. "Who could this be? The least funny Sith Lord in the Galaxy? Oh wait... it's Kori!" With a huff, she jumped to her feet, lifting her legs up before rolling forwards in a smooth movement. It would've been a lot more impressive if her legs didn't wobble and nearly give way under her as she stood up.

She turned back around to face her friend as something bubbled up in her memory. "Oh yeah! I think I've got something of yours, something important? About this high?" she started saying, hand hovering about waist level, "wears a cloak, speaks in broken Basic and mixed Jawaese? Because he turned up in my ship on the way over here and I don't remember signing up for the Padawan Babysitter's Club."

Her irritation was interrupted by Fiach, who was as calmly cheerful as ever. A definite contrast to Nara, with her red face, sweat-drenched hair and hands on her hips. "I've got a rebreather and about 25 credits in my pocket. If you can make a picnic out of that, you're a better woman than me," she said to Fiach, stepping a bit away from Kori as she turned to look at the sunrise a little more, basking in the colours.

"How's the work going? As slow as it is for me?"


@Catbert @Corbeau
 

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Scene: #1 (@Catbert, @Corbeau, @Charndley)
Location: The Overlook

As usual, Nara had a ready answer. Though "the least funny" sounded like an insult. Kori and Nara had met a lot of Sith together, and none of them struck the Zeltron as a very funny type. For the most part, they were talkative, dramatic, and liked their exposition. As for the mask... At least I accessorize better than the Eternal. But before Kori could reply, Nara jumped up and continued.

When Nara mentioned "something important", the Zeltron instinctively reached for her hip. No, both lightsaber hilts were still there, and so was the stun pistol—a memento from her father. "About this high" wasn't ringing a bell either. Yet Nara seemed pretty convinced Kori would figure it out. And then the Jawa was out of the closet. Mnoc? Here?! Seriously, how the kriff?!! Nykoria understood Nara's irritation, and shared it even. The Jawa had been explicitly told to stay on Ajan Kloss because the Guardians' mission was too dangerous.

Kori's gloved palm landed on her helmeted face. So unsatisfying. On the bright side, Fiach and Nara didn't see the Zeltron blushing in deep purple, and the look on her face. The last thing Kori wanted was to be responsible for the untimely death of that kid. Kark, he was supposed to get another Master! Lucky for Nykoria, Fiach interrupted that conversation and took it in a different direction. "Sorry, no snacks on me. I think Eisa down there has some protein bars, and maybe the Rim Hopper's emergency supplies."

Nykoria didn't want to remind Nara of the Mnoc issue; so instead she turned towards the sunrise as well. Luckily, the human Jedi seemed ok with other topics. "Slow? Yeah, sure. But I think we're getting there. We've got more people and supplies coming. The Jedi Order will have a corvette yet," the Zeltron said that not just to encourage her friends, but because she genuinely believed that. There were ups and downs of course; some things were taking longer than expected. But in the end, they'd get that done. Maybe it was the sunrise that spurred Kori into that particular mood. But she wished her friends shared it too. In fact, some of them might.

Either way, there was time for work and time for rest. This seemed like the latter. And what better rest than a change of pace and activity? "So, no food for a picnic, but enough Jedi for a party. And I brought some supplies," the Zeltron patted her trusty sabers on the belt to make the hint clearer. "Anybody brought some music for a dance, or would we have to raid the Rim Hopper for that too?"

The Zeltron was in the mood where she needed to do something. Preferably not related to performing menial tasks while Nara and Fiach did engineer-y stuff. Lightsaber exercises were a good option. After all, the Guardians were going after the Sith; they needed to be in their best shape for that. Besides, Nykoria was kind of curious how herself, Nara, and Fiach would compare in a duel.
 

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SCENE #1.5: @Eisa Wex & @Rennek Vaal
LOCATION: Rim Hopper Cockpit / Rim Hopper Exterior

After the incoming Jedi announced their ETA, the fiery haired spacer nodded for a moment before reaching back over for the comms device and holding down on the keypad. "Right o, see you in an hour" Eisa responded before closing off the comms and tossing the headset back onto the dashboard. Pursing her lips in thought the spacer rose up from her chair and made her way back towards the access hatch she had dropped down into the cockpit from. Taking a deep breath, the spacer coiled her legs back as she squatted down before jumping upwards and proceeded to pull herself out through the access hatch so that she was once again standing on the exterior of her ship.

Her emerald hued gaze shifting over towards the outlook that the Jedi contingent of those that had chose to remain on Bracca seemed to have taken a habit of trying to scale and disappear up to. "Oi" Eisa shouted out, her voice despite winds and ambient noise of the planet as it started to wake up in the dawns light, managed to cut though and be carried to the peak of the wrecked Venator ship. "You've got an hour left of your Meditation party!! Supplies incoming" she continued, before rolling her head back and forth to work out the kinks in her neck muscles. "Cos I'm sure as kriff not lugging all those crates on my todd again" The spacer concluded, but this time more as a mutter to herself as she made her way over to the rear of the Rim Hopper's dorsal hull, to take a another look at the auxiliary shuttles docking rails, that seemed to have been permanently fused together.

Scooping down to pick up her welder's mask, the fiery haired spacer pulled the mask over her head before kneeling down beside the offending rail, and reaching for the plasma cutter. "Hopefully Curse will have had luck finding a replacement" Eisa murmured to herself, before igniting the plasma cutter and flipping her visor down.

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LOCATION: Rim Hopper Exterior - Landing Pad

Well the fused rails had been cut loose, and the shuttle was once again able to remove itself from it's docked state at the rear of the Rim Hopper. In that revelation and the small shuttle once again taking flight was cause enough for the Fiery haired spacer to celebrate with a cool chilled beer - well once she had landed the shuttle beside the Rim hopper and powered it back down onto its Auxiliary battery stores. All that was left was to find a suitable replacement rail form amongst the sea of junk that surrounded them, weld it back into place and et voila one fixed shuttle docking mechanism.

But until either Curse returns from her continuous trips into the sea of scrap, with news that she had tracked down a suitable replacement, or that the spacer just happened to stumble upon on by accident- most likely by tripping up over it. The repairs would need to wait for the time being, especially when the Jedi's supply shuttle was due to arrive immanently.

Just to make sure that the Pilot knew where to land, Eisa had taken the liberty of arranging some of the near by scrap into a large arrow that pointed towards a large enough clear space, before setting down a deck chair and planking herself down, so she could just sit back and relax whilst she drank at her beer, as she watched the Jedi Shuttle swing around and come in for a gentle landing. Once the shuttle's engines had powered down, the fiery haired spacer pushed herself out of her seat, before reaching down for a fresh bottle and walking around towards the boarding ramp. As Rennek emerged at the opening ramp, Eisa tossed the sealed bottled towards the Jedi Knight. "Welcome to Bracca! Top Jedi holiday destination second only to Dagobah"
 

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Scene #1 (@Topher @Lydeck)
Location: Sojourn Shuttle, approaching the Rim Hopper

The cargo hold of the Sojourn-class shuttle was snuck. Padawan Rao-Jor perched on top of a crate, back reclined against the ship's bulkhead. When he boarded the shuttle back on Ajan Kloss, the young Zabrak had spent some time, perhaps more than what was necessary, picking out the right crate to occupy on the voyage to Bracca. He'd chosen the sturdiest-looking, a choice he had since come to regret. As they set out from the Temple, the Padawan had sat almost regally in a cross-legged seat, spine straight, neck elongated, hands clasped in his lap, mind set on using the time it took to cross the vacuum of space to the system that Bracca orbited to meditate. He'd already sat, eyes closed, when the shuttle took off. The only other thing except the noise of the shuttle and its droid pilot that the Padawan noticed was the grunts of the shuttle's only other living organism.

The shuttle's owner was a rather grim-looking Jedi. Rao-Jor hadn't spoken much with him when they departed; the Jedi hadn't questioned the Padawan's role in this whole endeavour. That was probably for the best. While Master Zano hadn't explicitly allowed his Padawan to board the shuttle headed for Bracca with supplies for a Jedi cell operating there, he hadn't explicitly disallowed it either. The Zabrak had interpreted the vagueness of their conversation to his advantage. Besides, he needed some time away from the Temple. And although he would soon be heading to who knew where with Master Zano, he couldn't pass up an opportunity like this.

That had been many hours ago. Since then, Rao-Jor's enthusiasm had mellowed drastically, and the austere scene of a meditating Jedi Padawan had morphed into a picture that the Padawan himself would have found amusing, had his buttocks not ached so much from sitting still. He had tried to cushion his seat by folding a piece of tarp and some other soft-ish materials and placing them on top of the crate. None of it had truly helped, and eventually he had had to surrender to the discomfort and choose the less dignified position of lounging, slouched like a Hutt, against the ship's bulkhead.

Doubt about his decision to board the shuttle started to creep into Rao-Jor's mind. After all, he didn't really have a role in all of this. He wouldn't stay with the Jedi on Bracca, nor with the grim-looking Jedi. Kriff, he hadn't even known about the mission's existence until less than twenty-four hours ago. And there was no telling how Master Zano would react, but the young Zabrak couldn't believe that it would be with unconditional approval. They were still in the early days of their relationship to one another. It wasn't too late for his master to motion for the Council to relieve him of his duties as Rao-Jor's master.

The Padawan frowned. No, doubting his decision wouldn't contribute with anything good to the situation. He made a choice to go, and there was no turning back. All he could do was try to make sure that his contribution to the mission was worthy of the disobedience he offered his master. The Zabrak looked around at the crates in the cargo hold. Well, he thought, someone's gotta unload these. Might as well be me. Besides, he would be back with his master on Ajan Kloss in no time. It was a simple supply mission. What could go wrong?

The young Zabrak was squirming, trying for the tenth time in fifteen minutes to find a more comfortable position, when he heard footsteps on the grated floor. It was the ships owner, the other Jedi, who stuck his head inside his cargo hold.

"Hey," Rao-Jor said, slipping down from the crate to stretch his aching body. "How far until Bracca?"
 

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SCENE #3: @Topher @@Casmer
LOCATION: Sojourn Shuttle, Landing Pad

Rennek looked at the Padawan "We've arrived." He pushed the button, releasing the lock on the ramp and initiating its sequence "Lets find out where they want this first and stretch our legs. Especially you" he slightly shook his head in confusion as he pondered the Padawans reason for hunkering on the crates when there were sufficient seats aboard the Ship. He shrugged, remembering his own time as a younger practitioner of the Force and his struggles with meditation. Rennek did however commend the boys patience. It was a trait many Jedi strove towards, and was harder to achieve than the rank of Master. He himself was tolerant, but not without fault.

The boarding ramp extended to the ground and a bottle was flung towards him without warning. His hand reached out and he extended the Force to kiss the beverage, gently slowing its speed so it comfortably rested in his palm. He twisted the cap, cracking its seal and encouraging the liquid to froth from its top, downing a mouthful of its contents. A small sigh of relief escaped his lips "Bespin Fizz?" he was sure he'd tasted it before, almost convinced. But the name eluded him. He motioned for the Padawan to follow him down the ramp where they'd make their introductions to the fiery haired Human. The majority of the time Rennek wore his armor. This occasion he was informed that he'd be delivering to like minded individuals and that the need for his usual armaments was not required. He sensed nothing upon their arrival either, prompting him to follow his instincts. The Jedi Watchman was instead dressed in a simple unadorned garments of soft leather and cloth which resembled a two piece utility suit. As the duo got to the bottom Rennek gave the young woman a curt nod "You've found a nicely concealed area here. Appreciations for the extra assistance in guiding us here. We have a load of supplies in the hull. I am Rennek Vaal and this-" the middle aged Knight opened his palm and gestured her attention towards the Zabrak Padawan "-is Zanos new protege. He's been kind enough to assist me." He would allow the young Jedi to make his own explanations as to why he was here, if any. He hadn't divulged that information when he boarded Renneks ship, but the Watchman hadn't probed in inquiry. The Force moved in different ways for different people and was not as universal as many once believed.

Rennek turned his attention towards Eisa "So whats a group affiliated with the Order doing on a scap yard of a Planet like Bracca?" due to the nature of his impromptu delivery he had been given scant information. But the feeling he got from the Force was intriguing. He looked back at Rao-Jor and nodded towards the cargo bay "Limber up. This stuff is pretty heavy and I don't have any droids to unload."
 

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Scene #2 (@Jago, @Reiel Mal Crowholde )
Location: Clearing South of the Venator

As Jago moved something or someone entered his practice circle. He smiled wider and just continued the movements, conscious of the others gaze but intent on finishing his morning routine. With one final spin kick completed his foot would come down, he would spin in the opposite direction of the final kick and hop up slightly. Jago would land on his toes and easily lower himself into a sitting position with his legs crossed in one fluid motion. He would give the Matukai salute and finally open his eyes and smile over at the new comer.

He'd take the new comer in for a moment, only recognizing the armor they wore. He'd only seen it a few times in his travels and it marked them as a Mandalorian. What was a Mandalorian doing all the way out here though? Jago stood easily and waved at the new comer, through the armor he had no way to tell what species they were, or hell even if they were male or female. "Hey there! Usually don't have an audience for my little morning ritual, but I don't mind the company yeah?" He smiled easily, but remained a bit alert to any sudden movements for a weapon. "What brings you out here though?"

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Scene #2: @Jago Haaldin
Location: Clearing South of the Venator


Although stuck was the more appropriate term to describe the situation she found herself in, Reiel was getting more and more fascinated the longer she watched the Nautolan and his routine. His martial styles were both familiar and different, and with her mind struggling to remember his movements through the sheer interest her consciousness kept screaming at her, Reiel was barely surprised that she had stepped closer towards him – but leaving a respectful distance between them nonetheless.

Done with his routine, the young Mandalorian exchanged the seeming salute the Nautolan offered her with a respectful incline of her helmeted head. He wore an easy smile, quickly melting whatever apprehension and embarrassment Reiel had felt earlier upon walking in on his training.

"Uh... good morning to you," she greeted him in return, allowing herself a rather friendly tone upon noticing a hint of alertness in his stance. Perhaps the Nautolan was not used to seeing a Mandalorian?

Reiel regarded herself. Fully armed and kitted as she was, the young Mandalorian understood the need for caution. While she might appear as if she was on a job, fully geared as she was, Reiel was here on Bracca for punishment. Sending another silent apology to her buir, she offered the Nautolan a smile of her own even if he couldn't see it.


"That's– uh... that's nice to hear. I was afraid I might have walked in on something private," the young Mandalorian commented. She remembered walking in on a fellow Mandalorian in the covert once, the latter polishing up a combat routine of sorts, and they hadn't been kind on her with their angry tirades. It was as if she had walked in on them with their helmet off – maybe they just liked to keep their tactics to themselves until the covert had any real need for it.

Reiel threw her cape back so the Nautolan could see that – while armed – she had no intention of drawing any of her weapons unless needed. She could only smile awkwardly at his question, the bruises on her ribs making themselves known when she shrugged. The young Mandalorian couldn't exactly say that she recently had her bell rung and got kicked out of the ship by her adoptive father and left behind to survive in the junkyard of a planet for three days as punishment for messing up a job. The decommissioned starships and scraps littering the planet interested her, too, and while she could use that as a response Reiel felt no desire to lie, either. She settled for what brought her to this clearing instead.


"Saw this glorious hunk of metal–" she gestured at the Venator with a hand "from afar and decided to take a closer look. It's really huge, huh? Wonder how it ended up in here?"

Although she loved to learn the history of things and people, it was Reiel's first time on Bracca. The lack of knowledge about the Venator-class ship before her was evident not only in her question and tone, but the prolonged way of tilting her head up to stare at the ship gave her ignorance away. The young Mandalorian walked to and fro, not realizing that she was closely approaching the Nautolan. She stopped beside him, her bucket still thrown back as she gaped up at the ship.

"Buir never told me about this before he kicked my butt off of the ship," she muttered, not knowing she was speaking her thoughts out loud. Reiel blinked then shifted her focus down at the Nautolan who was resting on a sitting position. "Anyway, I must say that your movements earlier were both fluid and beautiful to watch. It's kind of familiar and not at the same time. Is it alright to ask what that style is? Oh, um... you can call me Mando, by the way."

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Fiach observed the banter between Nara and Kori. She wasn’t precisely jealous, but she found the easiness of the conversation and its light nature something she could only aspire to. She tended to deal in facts and missions and most – if not all – of her conversations tended to be on one of the two subjects. Not that she could be called dour, but witty repartee was not one of her strengths.

She nodded at the mention of slow work. It had started quickly enough but was dragging on now. Fortunately, she’d been joined by a new pair of hands – and so it had picked up of late. “We’re making progress,” she said, “and although we’re behind schedule, I’m sure we can catch-up.”

She performed a number of stretches as she spoke – aware of the benefits, especially as she’d not climbed so intensely recently. They allowed her body to cool down and helped the heart beat to return to normal. It also broke the release of lactic acid.

Finished, she turned to Kori. She really wanted to ask what the helmet was for but knew enough not to pose the question unless the Zeltron mentioned it first. The blonde Jedi’s brows furrowed at the mention of supplies. She may have made progress in social interactions, but inference was something she still struggled with.

Aware her face would bely her thoughts, she added, “Are you suggesting we spar?” Sabers and dancing? It was all she could guess at.

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Scene #2 (@Jago, @Reiel Mal Crowholde )
Location: Clearing South of the Venator

Jago intently listened as the, her voice having revealed, woman as she greeted him. He eased his posture as from what he'd heard of the warriors, if she wanted to attack him, she wouldn't have revealed herself so easily. He stood up fully and smiled at the woman. "Well can't I can blame you. Never seen anything on this scale in my life. Makes you wonder how something so huge can even move through the sky yeah?" She had expertly dodged the obvious question that went unstated of "why the hell are you on Bracca approaching random martial artists," but he figured she had her reasons for not revealing much.

Though she let something slip about someone after she came closer to Jago in the small clearing. She mentioned someone, but he didn't recognize the word. He could only guess it was name and that person had apparently just left her here. Admittedly that was essentially the life he'd chosen to live, wandering from planet to planet helping whoever he could whenever he could. He assumed the woman, despite the arsenal she carried, could probably use his help too.

Though Jago would bow humbly as she mentioned his earlier movements. "Well thank you..uh..Mando. Been practicing those moves for most of my life now, but I appreciate the complement yeah." Jago would beam as he continued, figuring there was no harm in telling her a bit more about himself. "Those were the movements of Teras Kasi. It's taught in many places around the galaxy, so it's kind of well known." He'd turn to her and give a more coy smile. "For good reason I might add."
 
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