Mhoy bows to Luke and Leia, and then promptly leaves the room. Once out of the Council chambers, he turns to his comrades. "Let us gather supplies and leave in three standard hours. I will arrange for our transportation."
Mhoy heads to the hangar to arrange for a transport. Is there anything available?
Dokal follows Cordal to the hangar. He pats the hull of the jedi's selection lovingly.
I think you've made a fine choice, sir jedi. Though we might have to do something about that moniker; the Jumping Princess seem a little off to me. You don't think the owner would mind, do you?
Thumbing his com, the nautolan speaks into the device. Zip, get your chassis in gear and get to the hangar. We've got a freighter to inspect. He then boards the vessel to examine her systems.
"Indeed, the name might be properly improved. Perhaps the Knight Errant? Or the Libertine?"
"It's a ship. Whosa cares what it's called?"
Corine steps into the hangar at a brisk pace, wearing her "formal" bluish-grey fatigues, a beret, and well-polished combat boots. Her heavy blaster pistol is holstered at her side, while slung over her back is a grey rucksack. In her left hand is a fairly large, composite carrying case. "All set, who're we waiting on", asks Corine.
A perspective like that will get you killed, gungan; any ship is much more than her collected parts. They're guiding warrior angels, protecting their passengers from the harsh vacuum of space while leading them to the wonders of the galaxy.
The nautolan pauses to consider his own words. Such an important figure is deserving of an equally important name; pay her the respect she's due. Or would Tobler Ceel prefer to brave the dangers of space with only his hide to protect him?
Noticing the "Jumping Princess", Corine gives a tired sigh, slightly shaking her head side to side and muttering, "Jumping Prin..."(sighs), "good thing I don't believe in omens."
"Mesa never said the ship didn't matter. The engines matter. The shields matter. The weapons matter. The name? That doesn't matter. You call poodoo gold, it still isn't going to shine."
Moma is directing anyone he can to put the medical goods he managed to beg, borrow, or outright appropriate from either the Jedi or the Republic into the assigned ship.
Moma is directing anyone he can to put the medical goods he managed to beg, borrow, or outright appropriate from either the Jedi or the Republic into the assigned ship.
Moma is directing anyone he can to put the medical goods he managed to beg, borrow, or outright appropriate from either the Jedi or the Republic into the assigned ship.
Moma is directing anyone he can to put the medical goods he managed to beg, borrow, or outright appropriate from either the Jedi or the Republic into the assigned ship.
2. A few Thermal Detonators
Can't think of anything else I could use, really.
With your ship loaded with your requested supplies, you slip free of Courascant's atmosphere and begin your hunt for the dark jedi's base.
"Now that we are en route, what are our search parameters? Cloning takes a great deal of space and energy does it not?"
"Now that we are en route, what are our search parameters? Cloning takes a great deal of space and energy does it not?"
"That may be correct Mhoy, if the goal was to build an army. We are not entirely sure they plan on cloning many or just a few. I suppose that was the intent of leaving no survivors at the Jedi Academy." responds Moma.
"Now that we are en route, what are our search parameters? Cloning takes a great deal of space and energy does it not?""That may be correct Mhoy, if the goal was to build an army. We are not entirely sure they plan on cloning many or just a few. I suppose that was the intent of leaving no survivors at the Jedi Academy." responds Moma.
"What I mean by this is that dead men cannot speak, which leaves us with little information. I feel we should start at the attack back at the Jedi Academy. We have evidence there to process. In the meantime, I could use help. Perhaps we can trace the poison used back to a planet or system they are frequenting." offers Moma, striving to establish order to the chaos of where to begin looking.
"Indeed. Let us begin at the scene of the attack and begin a systematic sweep, focusing on locations that would be able to hide a starship."
Moma shares the bad news with the rest of his herdmates. "Perhaps the Masters at the Academy will have more for us to act on once we get there. Any other thoughts on where to start? We could piece together the Imperial remnant pirates raids to detect a pattern. We could also identify key targets in the sector or even fabricate a target and accompany the vessel in the hopes of an attack." offers the doctor.
"In the meantime I will work on fabricating an antidote for the synthetic poison. If we do encounter more troopers who have been poisoned, saving their life might be enough to get them to help us." muses Moma.
Moma shares the bad news with the rest of his herdmates. "Perhaps the Masters at the Academy will have more for us to act on once we get there. Any other thoughts on where to start? We could piece together the Imperial remnant pirates raids to detect a pattern. We could also identify key targets in the sector or even fabricate a target and accompany the vessel in the hopes of an attack." offers the doctor.
"In the meantime I will work on fabricating an antidote for the synthetic poison. If we do encounter more troopers who have been poisoned, saving their life might be enough to get them to help us." muses Moma.
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"Pattern'll take some time, I think," says Corine, "but setting a trap; faster, far more dangerous. Tough call."
"I believe in this respect that a trap is best. We must strike fast, before they have time to prepare for our coming."
"Most of them just want to not die, but some of them have to be loyal to the Empire. We'll have to ambush someone at some point."
"Most of them just want to not die, but some of them have to be loyal to the Empire. We'll have to ambush someone at some point."
"Indeed Tobler. I do agree with you. At best, we save a life and perhaps we may be rewarded with some information. At worst, we have saved a life."
"Most of them just want to not die, but some of them have to be loyal to the Empire. We'll have to ambush someone at some point.""Indeed Tobler. I do agree with you. At best, we save a life and perhaps we may be rewarded with some information. At worst, we have saved a life."
"Checkin' out the academy sounds like a good idea, Doctor Falomar, hopefully no one's tampered with the evidence", says Corine.
"Checkin' out the academy sounds like a good idea, Doctor Falomar, hopefully no one's tampered with the evidence", says Corine."Most of them just want to not die, but some of them have to be loyal to the Empire. We'll have to ambush someone at some point.""Indeed Tobler. I do agree with you. At best, we save a life and perhaps we may be rewarded with some information. At worst, we have saved a life."
Moma chuckles his bagpipe, wheezy laugh at Corine's response. "I don't think we will be that lucky my dear, but one can hope. Unfortunately, I am fresh out of ideas and it seems the best place to start."
Moma chuckles his bagpipe, wheezy laugh at Corine's response. "I don't think we will be that lucky my dear, but one can hope. Unfortunately, I am fresh out of ideas and it seems the best place to start.""Checkin' out the academy sounds like a good idea, Doctor Falomar, hopefully no one's tampered with the evidence", says Corine."Most of them just want to not die, but some of them have to be loyal to the Empire. We'll have to ambush someone at some point.""Indeed Tobler. I do agree with you. At best, we save a life and perhaps we may be rewarded with some information. At worst, we have saved a life."
"Well", says Corine thoughtfully, "once we get there they may have more information for us about the attacks. We can use that information to possibly stage a trap or maybe try to find their base. I doubt we will be able to predict where they will strike next very easily...unless we have some informats...
As you approach the Jedi Academy at Bespin you can see that repair work had begun. The control tower guides you into the main hanger and sends a pair of padawan to meet you.
One of the padawan bows to Dr Falomar. "How may we serve you master," she says.
"Young Padawan, can you please locate Master Horth Kiturn for me? I would like to review any data collected on the attack at this academy. Perhaps clues have been discovered that could help us locate the attackers." offers Moma. "And I am but a humble servant of the Force like yourself youngling, not yet a master. Please call me Moma or Doctor Falomar."