Space

[ObliviousKnight]

A "borrowed" Delta-7 Aethersprite Interceptor jets through hyperspace, clingign for dear life to its hyperspace ring.

[Skye Organa]

Setting the course that would take them back to Maltauros, Skye watched as the ship surfed through hyperspace, the white streaks having an unnerving effect on her this time. Swallowing back nausea, Skye unclipped her safety harness and headed to the medbay to get something to settle herself down. Why was she suddenly feeling so uneasy in her stomach?

 

Unless...

 

Entering the medbay she settled herself on the table, setting the scanners to run a diagnostic while she focused inwards with her force sense... both instruments and Force confirming what she should have guessed earlier. It was very early but yes... she was expecting. A smile crossed her face as she realised why she had been feeling queasy. This was going to be different from the first time. The force sense was different too. Could it be that she carried a male child this time? Was that the difference she felt? Tzeentch would know for certain. He had let her find out for herself.

 

Letting I-Nine take control of the ship she went to her room to rest, firstly checking the baby clothes... she wouldn't have to give them away after all...

[Darth Geradian]

A black Naboo starfighter left the atmosfere of Naboo. After having fought some pirates there Xander had decided to go away for a while. He didn't know where to go yet.

"You have any idea, H4?"

His droid bleeped a few times.

"Kashyyyk? Why not, set the coordinates, H4"

Another confirming bleed from H4 and it setted the coordinates for Kashyyyk, and made sure there was no super nova or star on the way. Only a few moments later the Naboo starfighter shot off into hyperspace, toward Kashyyyk. A question from H4 appeared on Xanders' control desk. Xander read it and laughed.

"Those pirates won't follow us there, don't worry. And I'm sure Wookiees like droids, yeah"

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp Suddenly felt the 'living ship' disapper. As if it had jumped into hyperspace. However it was quite easy to find the ion trail. Then quickly running some calculations. HE followed the ion trail.

[Lionchilde]

Silla woke slowly, groaning. Her head throbbed. For a moment, she was conscious only of the cold floor under her and of pain as the circulation returned.

 

"Xyn...?"

 

The only response was Speck's bleeping and the slow, even breathing of her Master. Darsha must still be in meditation.

 

Silla shot awake, aware of the thrum of the engines vibrating through the floor beneath her. The ship was moving! In space.

 

"Speck, I'm gonna kill you! Turn this ship around--I can't believe you LEFT Yuusou. And Xyn...Oooh, when I see him, he'd better be dead already!"

[Guest]

The Headhunter, Myst had left the Last Call, following the Deathstrikers into space... Sara opened up a comm line to Indi,

 

"So what co-ordinates do you wish for me to set Indi?"

[Amidala Skywalker]

Indy smiled as Sara's voice crackled over the comm. She had such a peculiar accent...similar to Mira's. Indy was lost a moment in memories, then shook herself. Sara was not the same person as Mira, and though Sara might end up holding a similar position as Mira did, Indy knew that Sara could never replace Mira.

 

"Set course for these coordinates," she told Sara, inserting the coordinates for her to follow. They were heavily encripted, so that no one could trace them. She sent the same coordinates to Yuusuke.

 

"See you at the base," she said. With that, the Codru-Ji pulled the lever, and the YT-2400 vanished into hyperspace.

 

((Off to Aaris III...))

[Ish Ka Bibl]

As the Osroc rockets through hyperspace, proper coordinates set in and ship on autopilot, Ish makes his way back to the small hold to speak with Jhosh......As Ish finds his padawan seated he takes up a position across from him and speaks.

 

"It is not of the jedi code to harbor attachments to one's former life, family or otherwise, but I'd like to ask where you come from if you don't mind....It may help me with your training."

 

Ish paused and mulled over his words quickly.....

 

"If for some reason it pains you to speak of your past life, then I understand."

[Dartha Athanth]

((Hmmmm has anyone seen Ryoo Jaxxon?))

 

Darsha awoke from her meditation. Hmmm... I can't believe I let a sith touch my ship (and apprentice to boot ) Must be losing my touch. Still... at least Silla did the sensible thing.... that gal's really maturing. It's probably time for both of them to build their sabers.

 

The NAmeless headed back towards Borleais.

[Darex Trevelian]

A lone X-Wing flies through space.

 

Inside, Darex examined his wound. It was deep, and still bleeding, internally and out. He doubted he would be able to survive much longer, but he had to try. He knew he had only one chance. Carefully, he used his instruments to search space for Skye Organa's tracking signal. Suddenly, he found it--on Maltauros.

 

He sent out a comm, warning her he was coming, then punched in the coordinates. Once he was in hyperspace, he lowered himself into a Jedi healing trance...at least he could seal up the arteries and veins and stop the bleeding.

[ObliviousKnight]

A tiny Delta-7 Aethersprite fighter chugged through hyperspace, astounding all witnesses with its incredible speed. Yea, the very fabric of space was scorched and scarred by its trail, and any vessels that followed the exact same path as Armiena's fighter would be stuck in hyperspace... forever.

 

Fortunately, the odds of that were approximately 712,192,964,152 to 1.

 

((Aryian, you're a terrible influence on me ))

[Nom Anor's avenger]

Nom's ship sreaked through hyperspace while the Jedi Master within slept in a subtle healing trance. His strength was slowly returning.

[Nahstaa]

Nahstaa's borrowed ship hurtled through hyperspace, heading to borelais.

A few hours later, it returned on the same path, heading back for the mimban. On each trip, it made a few stops, and he was sure to be careful that no one could track him to or from mimban.

[Draj Haerin]

Draj Haerin sat up in his ship, The Sixth, and rubbed his eyes. He'd been in a deep sleep for quite some time. Once Draj had set the ship into space, he left it in a drift, and went into a sleep. It was unintentional that he fell asleep for this long, but now he was rejuvenated.

 

It was time to return.

 

Var checked his equipment: two Mandalorian blaster pistols, his Mandalorian chest plate, a stealth generator, a medpack, and a vibrosword rest in it's sheath on his belt.

 

Strapping all of it on, Var went to his ship's conrols. They seemed foreign to him, but his memory was quickly returned. Haerin flipped some switches, pulled a lever, and let the autopilot take him to his next destination: the Golden Link Casino.

[Cal Regium]

The Myddrin bounced through space on its course for the capital planet Coruscant. Cal sat in the cockpit alone thinking about all of the work that needed to be done to his father's ship. Cal suddenly remembered his father, it seemed like just yesterday that he and his parents were on their small farm, all of them out working in the garden, or going on picnics, but now all of that was over and Cal was all alone with his only companion being an incompetent astro-mech droid. That was the reason Cal had decided to come to Mon Calamari. He had hoped that he would be able to join the alliance, see a bit of the galaxy, find a purpose for his life, and forget that he was now completely alone in the universe, but after R4-D3's little slip up Cal began to wonder if he had made the right decision in leaving his home planet of Sullon.

[Savior_of_the_Sith]

On board the Myddrin an unencrypted message, sent from Coruscant, lit up the control panel in front of Cal Regium.

 

Begin transmission

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"Hello, old friend... This is Sahv. I recieved your correspondence

via the Holonet classifieds late four days ago. I will fill you in when

you arrive at The Last Call but for now just know that your recent advice that I leave Agamar served me well; it very well saved my life.

I am doing good, at the moment, but I know that there will be trials ahead for me. ((No pun intended.)) Thanks for doing this... I hope R4 is still holding together.

-- Sahv Yorr

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End transmission

[Lionchilde]

"That's it?" Silla asked. "Not even a pep talk?"

Sighing, she walked into the ship and shed the extra clothing, taking some time to dry out before she started looking.

 

When she was warm and dry again, she rose from her seat, taking a breath. Sound wasn't going to aid her now...and neither would touch until she knew where to feel in the first place. Biting her lip, she frowned in concentration and opened herself to the Force. She became completely still, drawing long, slow breaths, clearing her mind of clutter...and then of any conscious thought at all.

 

Her knees seemed to bend of their own accord, and she found herself crawling on the floor beside the control console. Speck, watching nearby, twittered inquisitively. "Shh!" she said sharply, raising her hand. Once the droid was quiet, she reached to the side, balancing herself with a palm on the padded pilot's chair. Her arm drifted downward, the fingers straining underneath the seat until they brushed something cool and cylindrical.

 

The handgrip, then. She smiled. With a slight tug through the Force, she pulled it to her hand.

 

"Hold this, Speck," she said, extending it backwards to the droid, who motored forward, opening a slot in his head. Sitting back on her heels, Silla dropped the piece inside and stood up. "Well, they're all not going to be that easy," she mused, starting forward without any real direction.

 

She walked out of the cockpit, her hand brushing the bulkhead as she passed, and her sensitive fingertips detected a slight change in the texture. Pausing, she felt higher, discovering the activation plate hidden in plain sight, masked as part of the bulkhead. She could almost hear her grandfather already.

 

The simplest deceptions are the easiest to overlook... Jeran Calladann delighted in these kind of games.

 

She found her way to the ship's galley, stood for a moment and began to search. She quickly found that she had been right. Things were getting harder. The Force seemed to continually lead her toward the same counter, but she had searched both it and the shelves around it several times. "Well, where is it?" she demanded with a sigh, delivering a sharp kick to the counter in frustration. The shelf above shook with impact, and Silla heard something heavy slide off. She jerked back just before a loud metallic clang and some outraged beeping and squealing sounded, followed by a pop and the unmistakable smell of caffa.

 

"Sorry," she said sheepishly. The heavy can must have hit the droid.

 

Speck squawked again, calling her attention. She bent, running her hand through the ground beans. "Nice, Darsha," she muttered, as she pulled out the now gritty emitter matrix and power cell.

 

After over an hour crawling through maintence conduits, a torn tunic and several bruises, she turned up the energy gate and cycling field energizers. Disgusted with the entire affair, she crawled back out and deposited finds with the rest. "All right, Speck, what's left?" she asked the droid.

 

"Power conduit, recharge socket, and belt ring," he listed dutifully. "And this."

 

Another slot opened,this time in the front of the droid, and she heard a prong extend. From the end of it, she curiously picked up a small object, a ring of some kind, etched with a familiar pattern. The phoenix. Like her necklace. Only so tiny it would have hardly been recognizable if she hadn't known what to look for.

 

"W-hat's this?" she asked.

 

"All he said was, 'Calladanns always carry hidden daggers,'" replied the droid.

 

"What? You mean he gave this to you? When?"

 

"Last time."

 

"I don't believe it!" Silla exclaimed. "The house falls on top of him and he takes

 

the time to give you a dual phase adjuster? Where did he get it anyway?"

 

"How should I know?" the droid replied rudely, wheeling about and heading back up the hall.

 

Next, she found herself in what she assumed were sleeping quarters, led into a small closet.

 

"What in seven galaxies am I doing here?" Silla muttered as her fingers travelled through robes and pockets, eventually revealing the recharge socket and the belt ring. "I can't even believe I'm doing this..."

 

Shaking her head, she walked out of the room. Wandering her way into the sonic shower, she stood for moment, wondering why the Force had led her here. The cube was tiny and the walls absolutely smooth. Where could something be hidden?

 

Watch out, warned the same strange voice she had during the recent battle.

 

"What?" she asked.

 

You may get to know just how poor Speck felt in the galley if you don't watch yourself.

 

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked but the voice went silent. Silla sighed. "Ok.

 

You got hit in the head, right? So, maybe he means I'm gonna get hit in the head."

 

"Who?" asked Speck.

 

"The voice."

 

"What voice?" the droid twittered.

 

"I don't know...some voice. It keeps talking to me."

 

"Are you sure you didn't get hit in the head already?"

 

"Oh, shut up."

 

Closing her eyes, Silla levitated herself toward the ceiling and floated herself into a horizontal position, paralell to the hull of the ship. Then, she ran her hands over the surface until her fingertips hit upon what she was looking for. Grasping it firmly, she let herself fall, sommersaulting the last few feet.

 

"All right," she announced with a loud sigh of relief. "Come on, now I have to put all this stuff together."

 

Finally, finding a secluded place to sit, Silla gathered the parts from the droid and spread them out before her. she selected a second, smaller crystal from the extras she had gathered from the caves, laying it beside the first. Then, she sat back, sinking into a deep state of meditation, contemplating the task before her and allowing the Force to center and focus her mind in preparation.

 

Words echoed through her mind as she began slowly, carefully fitting the pieces together.

 

She had never heard them...and the voices were not any she recognized...though something whispered within her they all should have been recognizable. They were all part of her heritage--the heritage of the Jedi Order.

 

The crystal is the heart of the blade.

The heart is the crystal of the Jedi.

The Jedi is the crystal of the Force.

The Force is the blade of the heart.

All are intertwined:

The crystal, the blade, the Jedi.

 

"You are one," she spoke aloud, standing as she completed the weapon and pressed the activation stud, revealing a pure white blade of light. Smiling as the familiar snap-hiss signalled her success, she tested the adjuster, listening to the difference in the blade's hum as it diminished--down to about 13 inches by the sound--and then expanded again. Pressing the stud again, she deactivated it and found Darsha.

 

"Master, I've finished," she said again. "Will we be returning to Borleais?"

[Maelstrom]

Mael's skiff locked into the hyperspace ring, and he recalled the cooridnates for the Last Call on Coruscant. Engines flaring, the skiff rocketed away from Naboo...

[Nahstaa]

Nahstaa's ship flew through space, towards mimban. It made a few random jumps on the way, and took action to be sure that no one could follow it.

[Dartha Athanth]

Darsha shrugged. "We'll just pop by to see if they still need help."

 

The nameless headed to Borleais.

[ObliviousKnight]

The Avenging Angel, under the temporary command of Armiena's R5 unit, rockets through hyperspace at divine speed.

 

The interim pilot decides to make a few stops along the way to Coruscant, and buzzes a couple of tourist liners.

[Horus Saast]

"Thanks" she said quietly.

 

Horus banked the ship in a graceful arc, pulling away from the spaceport against the backdrop of the setting suns.

"My name is Horus, Horus Saast. And thanks for leading us to this ship, I'd be dead if it weren't for you."

 

As they left the atmosphere Horus put the ship in orbit, as he had no idea where they were going. Striding into the main hold, he began to work on the speeder bike, trying to finesse some more power from it. It was challenging work, considering it looked like the parts were from the time before the hydrospanner. I wonder why her eyes were different? She feels the force, and I think she was the only other person there that could. Am I going to feel that pain every time a force user is near? His thoughts were ablaze with questions, all of which boded of leading to more questions if, and when they were answered. But for now, he comforted himself with the fact that he was closer to explaining this force, and learning to use it. Searching about the hold, Horus found that they were low on supplies, the crew had probably planned on restocking on Tatooine. He did find some clothes that would probably fit her, and would definately be more comfortable than what she was currently clothed in. Peeking through the doorway, Horus saw Shy-Ree staring intently at a display in the wall.

 

"Mmm Hmm," He cleared his voice and Shy-Ree turned and looked at him "I found some clothes, they're probably more comfortable than what you have on. Also, we'll need to stop somewhere close, I checked the supplies and we only have a few days' worth."

Shy-Ree nodded as he set the outfit down on the table.

"Oh, and this is your room. There's only a double bunk so I'll be using an auxilliary cargo bay. Come find me when you've picked our destination."

 

((Ok, your dice. I bid you adieu.))

[Zane Arclyte]

"Wow was that a brown dwarf?" Zane said as his ship careened through space at speeds no one should ever think of going.

[Cal Regium]

The Myddrin slid through space towards Mon Calamari. Cal figured that maybe this would be a good time to work on his blaster skills. He probably needed to get a lot better before he went into battle for the Alliance. He set is blaster to its lowest setting and had R4 load up on target balls.

 

"Ok R4, you ready? When you are just start tossing those balls into the air, and start slow at first, let me get a little warmed up."

 

When the droid was ready a compartment opened up in its domed top and out popped a small ball about the size of the droids mechanical eye. The ball flew about 4 feet above the droid and almost hit the ceiling of the Myddrin's galley.

 

Cal fired from the hip and missed. The blaster bolt left a small singe mark on the wall. Cal felt a little pathetic, if he couldn't take out these balls how was he going to survive his first battle.

 

Another ball shot out of the top of the droid. This time Cal held the gun with two hands out in front of his face. Cal fired and the blaster bolt blew the ball into a fine dust, but before Cal could get excited enough to congratualate himself another ball flew out of the droid.

 

Target balls continued to fly out of R4 at an increasing pace as the Myddrin soared towards Mon Calamari. Cal hit his fair share but as the balls came out of R4 faster and faster his accuracy rate decreased dramatically. He decided that he better continue to work on this until he reached Mon Cal if not he would surely die in his first small skirmish.

[Jak]

The Reaper blasted through space. Jak was pissed. He lost a bounty and got kicked out of his favorite bar. Atleast he blew a hole in the buliding. Taday wasn't so bad. Well ya it was.

"Z4 take this piece of crap to the Mos Eisley. Maybe I can find a bounty there.

Jak pulled out his datapad and looked it over. There were some bountys, but none to valuable. Then as he reached the bottom he noticed his name. He was wanted alive and unharmed. He also had quit a bounty on his head..

Z4 change course. I want to go to the golden cassino. I have some people to meet there I guess..

The Reaper continued to hurtle through space. It came into the docking area.

[Cal Regium]

"R4, I think it is time for a break" Cal said. He had been practicing with his blaster for a while now, so much so that sweat was pouring off of him. It felt like all he had did for the last few hours was pull the trigger on his blaster pistol all the while painting a wall of the Myddrin with small blaster marks. He was becoming frustrated cause it didn't seem like he was getting any better; as a matter of fact he was probably getting worse.

 

Cal made himself a small meal, he had forgotten to stock the Myddrin with food and didn't have much too eat. After he finished he got back on his training. This time he decided to up the tempo, not only was he going to be firing at the little balls, but R4 was going to be firing back at him with weak bolts of electricity.

 

R4 launched the first ball and Cal tried to take aim but before he could fire he felt a sharp tingling feeling in his leg that threw his concentration off. The ball hit the floor. "Ouch! Dang R4 that hurt a little more than I thought it would, guess I am going to have to learn to move." Cal refocused and R4 let another ball fly into the air and along with it came another bolt of electricity but this time Cal moved. He dove to the floor and rolled away from R4's attack, took quick aim, and fired blowing the ball to bits. Maybe he was getting better, but once again he was stopped short of patting himself on the back. This time by an alarm on the Myddrin's auto-pilot telling him that he was about to come out of hyperspace. Cal quickly put away his blaster and headed for the cockpit. He had finally reached his destination.

[Horus Saast]

"Naboo sounds good."

 

Horus plotted the course into the navicomputer, and they slipped quickly into hyperspace. He looked through the cargo bay, into the open door of the crew cantina. Hmmm, I wonder what we have to drink? Walking over, Horus opened the refreshments cabinet. There was Corellian ale, some unidentifiable green liquid, and water. He decided on the ale. Sharpening his sword and sipping his ale, he contemplated the events of the past few days. He met another force user and was traveling with her in a stolen ship. I wonder who this "Cray V. Orrender" chap is? And why does he have a blackboxed ship? Finished with his sword, he moved on to cleaning his blaster pistol. Why does she remember a past life? Clones don't usually share the memories of those they were cloned from, do they? These questions troubled him. With nothing else to do, he checked the autopilot and made his way to the makeshift bed in the secondary cargo bay.

 

I wonder how long untill we are there? He yawned. Moving to the sink, he splashed some water on his face. Crossing to the map on the wall, he noted that they were soon to be in the Naboo system. Stepping into the small refresher unit, he turned the water on cold. It was refreshing, and his skin started to develop a slickness associated with his Mon Calamari lineage. The airjets came on, and he was dry in a moment. Stepping into his clothes and tightening his belt, the commando replaced his vibrosword in its sheath, safteyed his pistol and put it in its holster. Flipping his DH17 over his shoulder, he stepped into the cockpit as he donned his robe.

 

Slipping from hyperspace, his companion sat down next to him in the copilot's seat.

"We're here."

 

((Moving to Naboo Thread.))

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp had the materials he would need to build a new lightsaber. putting his x-wing on autopilot as he entered hyperspace. He dug in the back of the fighter and pulled out what he needed. Hours into the journey he had complted a working doubble bladed lightsaber. It would hold up in battle that much he knew. He wouldn't have it long though he had every intention of getting his old saber back.

[Ads-Gop Flif]

Ads' ship flew to Coruscant.

[Keiran]

A small jedi starfighter made random jumps through hyperspace back and forth across the galaxy before setting a final course for Hoth...