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Off to Mandalore
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| Havoc | Date: Saturday, 26 April 14, 7:23 PM | Message # 1 |
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[Jedi Temple, Coruscant]
It seemed only a matter of minutes when Havoc arrived at the hanger bay of the Jedi Temple. However in his mind, it seemed as if time was passing slowly. He still couldn't believe the little 'statement' from Van Zant. "This galaxy is truely going to hell..." He thought walking towards Starling's shuttle. For once, it was rather nice (as shocking as it was) for a Master to tell Havoc that he was able to do what he needed to do... with no strings attached. Mandalore was the perfect place to make that happen. Of course though... Mandalore was a world way outside Havoc's realm. This was a planet where if war was a fruit... everyone would be addicted to it. However... this time, peace seemed to play a part in this planet's long, grueling history. This was also a very dangerous mission, as there was no friend or foe on this planet, and once revealed that there were Jedi aboard... things would get ugly real quick, which was something no one could afford to happen. Any other planet... no problem. Looking at his partner from afar, he grinned. "And they stick me with her..." He would think. The Masters certainly had a sense of humor to this mission, if anything. She was peaceful, and even though looked harmless... could probably do some damage. And then there was Havoc... the other side of the coin. Aggressive and did the opposite of the Jedi Code, this mission would be very interesting...
Once Havoc got closer, he stopped. "So tell me... how fast does this thing go?"
Your friendly neighborhood Jedi
Message edited by Havoc - Monday, 28 April 14, 3:15 PM |
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| Juliede_Starling | Date: Monday, 28 April 14, 3:41 PM | Message # 2 |
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| Juliede Starling was peaceful, perhaps overly so, but his thoughts were right- she could be very dangerous if the occasion called for it. She was the complete opposite of Havoc, which could become a problem. Or it could turn out to be a good pairing, as sometimes opposites attracted. Jules felt him come on board before she heard him, as she was very sensitive to others as well as their thoughts. She had settled herself into the co-pilots seat before he neared, having assumed that he would want to fly.
"Fast enough. It shouldn't take too terribly long to get there...." Not that she was looking forward to it, but excessive amounts of time trapped on a small ship tended to make her anxious. "I can get the coordinates set if you are ready to leave, Havie." Jules finally unhinged her gaze from the console she had been looking at and looked to the other Jedi. Something felt so different about him, something she couldn't quite pinpoint...yet.
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| Havoc | Date: Monday, 28 April 14, 11:25 PM | Message # 3 |
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| "My name is not Havie..." He would snap back as he started walking towards the ship. "What an ugly looking ship." Muttering to himself, as he turned his head to view his ship, a simply, yet modified snub-fighter that sat in the way back of the hanger. This would make Havoc grin a little bit as his glance then turned back towards Starlings ship. Walking up the ramp, he would navigate himself towards the cockpit and would automatically take the pilot's set and plop down in it. "I'm flying, so get comfortable." Commenting with some authority in his voice. "I hope this damn thing doesn't take too long to get there... I may have to play around with your engines to get a max output if it goes too slow..." Shaking his head. "I realize we all cannot be as old as you and only have a couple of wrinkles." The Jedi would grin, glancing at her. With the swift movements of his hands, he would power up the vessel and grab hold of the controls. The roar of the ship's engines would signal the life being pumped into them. Bringing up the entry ramp, Havoc would smoothly bring the ship into open Coruscanti Air and then start the journey by feeding power into the engines to push the ship up to speed out of the planet. "You bring enough items with you? I'd hate for there to be something we forgot because you needed lipstick space." The tone in his voice showed how annoyed his was. He could never get used to working with partners... because they would always be the first to run back to the Masters telling them that, "Havoc did this and Havoc did that." He already had his excuse ready for the Council for when Starling would run back to them.
Bringing the ship into the open space of the Galaxy, Havoc would plan in the coordinates that would get them to Mandalore. This mission put him on edge a little... mainly because of the fat that he was traveling to a planet that was way out of Republic jurisdiction. So that meant there would be no reinforcements and no cooperation from the government... if Mandalore had one. According to the information provided, it stated that Mandalore did have a government... a pacifist government at that. However, there were reports of another group of Mandalorians on the planet that stuck to the traditional Mandalorian attitude. This would make everything interesting. Once the lane was set for hyperspace, Havoc would nod some before pulling the lever and sending the ship into hyperspace. Once safely in hyperspace, he turned to her. "I would recommend pretending to be my slave... it would make being on Mandalore easy. I hear they make their women wear chains on their necks... like a pet collar." He would smirk.
Your friendly neighborhood Jedi
Message edited by Havoc - Monday, 28 April 14, 11:37 PM |
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| Juliede_Starling | Date: Tuesday, 29 April 14, 8:52 AM | Message # 4 |
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| His immediate attitude wouldn't bother her. "Not Havie? Should I call you Fronk?" She asked innocently, as her accent would even twist Frank to sound awkward. "I was hoping you would want to fly. I am sure you are quite the skilled pilot." She said as she settled easily into the co pilots seat. "And feel free to "tinker" with the engine as much as you want." But his attitude continued.
"And yes, I have plenty of personal items. I promise you will not have to run into the space port store for feminine products." Jules actually smiled an shook her head a tiny bit. "I understand you do not want to be here, especially with me for some reason, but we may as well make the best of it." She gave him another small smile, which didn't even fade through his next insult.
"Well, I do not think that I will be wearing a collar of any kind, Havie, but you can if you wish. If it is Mandalore that you are unhappy about going to, or afraid of, don't worry." She said as she stood and then leaned close to whisper to him. "I promise I won't let any of them harm you." There was a hint of amusement in her voice, but she immediately straightened and strode from the cockpit to find something to do.
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| Havoc | Date: Wednesday, 30 April 14, 7:07 PM | Message # 5 |
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| The name Frank seemed to hit a really big nerve. That name had not been used in quite some time. Sure, his last name was somewhat of a common name... but the name that was Frank Bruder... was no longer in existence. Replaced. Better. Stronger. No longer sub-comed by emotions of love and understanding. Rather... subdued by anger and rage... opposite of what the Jedi commonly taught. Personally taken the Rock of the Dark Side with Daga. Exposed to what the Force 'truly' was... in his eyes. It was this rock that opened the young Jedi's eyes when he was a mere Padawan. However, Daga's teachings were always controversial. Havoc could remember hiding away, listening to Daga defend his style of teachings, and how the ignorance of the Jedi Council sometimes forbid Daga from going one step further. Perhaps this was for the best for the young Havoc. An untrained mind is always subject to the fall of their character... but then again... so was a trained mind. Shaking his head, the Jedi turned towards Starling. "The name Frank is NEVER to emerge from your lips... woman" Havoc snarled back, obviously upset that common Jedi would know what he himself personally sealed away in his personal file... using illegal actions to do it. "The name known as Frank Bruder died along with Jedi Master Daga the day that he was slain in an attempt to save me!" He jumped up and begun to walk away. Not a day went by that Havoc blamed himself for Daga's death.
Alone in the cargo bay, Havoc would prop himself up on a box and plant his face in his knee. Not too many thing bothered Havoc, but there would always be one action of his past that he wished he could go back and change. And that was the death of Daga. Years ago, Havoc climbed aboard a vessel heading for a secret stronghold believed to be in the possession of a Sith Lord. Daga, before the mission, told the young Jedi to stay put and work on what he was taught. However, Havoc wanted to travel with his master and did so, disobeying his rules. He hid as the strike force loaded up and traveled. Havoc remembered that it was very cramped in his hiding spot, but with the ability of the Force... he managed the trip. The planet sensed of death and yet, there was an even greater feeling of death. The ship lands, and the strike force make their move. He remembered countless lightsabers clashing with each other, and individuals dying from both sides. Finally, it was Daga and a Sith Lord for the name of Havoc that he could not remember. Maybe it was from the head injury he sustained from the battle... or rather... the blow-out that ensured. He watched as his master and the Sith fought. It raged on and on and on until finally Daga's footing slipped and was brought to his knees. Before the blow, he emerged from his hiding spot and countered the Sith blade.
However, the young Jedi was flung into a rock and landed hard on the ground. Daga used the advantage to strike, but so did the Sith Lord. Both laid dead and when Havoc awake... no one was left. Using his last bit of strength, he'd crawl to the lifeless body of Daga and howl into the air his pain. Everything that Daga taught the young Jedi would emerge to life that day, as he would finally understand life as Daga saw it. Before Havoc fainted on Daga's body, he'd grab his lightsaber and activate the distress beacon Daga carried on his wrist. The next thing Havoc knew, he woke up in the medical ward, briefing the masters on what he could remember. Then things got hasty after that. But one thing was for sure... he would always travel alone. For he feared attachment to others... because of that day...
Removing his face from his knee, Havoc would glance up at the ceiling of the ship. "Daga... sometimes I wonder if I would of joined you in the afterlife. I did my best..." He would say softly, glancing at the ground.
Your friendly neighborhood Jedi
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| Juliede_Starling | Date: Wednesday, 30 April 14, 8:07 PM | Message # 6 |
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| It had been....a while....since they had stormed off and parted ways. Juliede was usually quick to forgive, but never forgot. The pair, such as they were, still had a long way to go, so she felt that they at least had to attempt to get along. Or at least, she would attempt to do so, whether or not he would meet her in the middle was yet to be seen. She leaned in the doorway of the cargo bay with her arms crossed across her midsection, and a mug in her hand. After several moments, Jules strode across the cargo bay and offered him the mug. "It's just tea...I'm afraid there wasn't any coffee in the cupboard."
"Mine died too, you know. A few years ago. Not trying to protect me, really...but...." She shook her head and dropped down onto a crate just across from the temperamental Jedi. "Sort of." Juliede looked up for a brief moment. "I've been on Clak'dor VII ever since. You shouldn't wish your life away, Havie. It would be a....tragic loss." She wasn't being sarcastic, rather trying to make amends, or at least make the best of this situation. Likely, he would yell at her and storm off again, but maybe he wouldn't. It was worth a shot.
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| Havoc | Date: Friday, 02 May 14, 10:12 AM | Message # 7 |
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| "I lost someone whom I viewed as un-touchable." He would quickly shoot back as he grabbed the beverage that was offered to him. Smelling it first, he would then take a small sip from the cup. "Daga took advantage of the 'opening' if you will, that I had provided but in doing so... also cost him his life." Taking another sip, he would bring himself off the box and stand there. "Because of me, he was slain... and it is that very reason that I am filled with such division within me. And also another reason I work alone... I refuse to let the past repeat itself." Taking the remaining liquid from inside the cup, Havoc would turn the cup upside down and let it flow onto the floor. He'd place it on the box he was sitting on and he would start walking towards the exit. "Thanks for the tea." He'd attempt to find an area on the ship where he could get some practice.
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| Juliede_Starling | Date: Friday, 02 May 14, 12:05 PM | Message # 8 |
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| "You don't have to worry about the past repeating itself here. I know you think I will probably only get in your way, but I am capable of taking care of myself." She said as she also stood up. Jules had tried, at least, to be nice and kind, but he seemed to want nothing of it. When he walked off, she did too, and went to the cockpit to put some distance between them for now.
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| Havoc | Date: Saturday, 03 May 14, 9:34 AM | Message # 9 |
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| Time would pass, and Havoc would find himself completing his exercises. Lightsaber techs along with physical training would put the Jedi in good conditioning as he took a towel and wiped his face with it. Grabbing his tunic, he would proceed to the cockpit shirtless and sit in the pilot's chair. Glancing down at the navicomputer, he'd sigh. "Still some time to go..." He'd grunt as he leaned back into the chair, placing his tunic on the chair behind him. Nodding some, this mission would certainly be different. He had someone else to look after, and needless to say... a fellow member of the Order. Havoc, because of that day with Daga, chose to go on missions alone for the fact that if he died, no one would be around to see it. Sure, the Order might care, but several Jedi would be glad to be rid of him.
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| Juliede_Starling | Date: Sunday, 04 May 14, 4:41 PM | Message # 10 |
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| Juliede had been in the cockpit the entire time. She had a woolen stole wrapped around her form, covering any of her normally exposed flesh, and her legs were curled up under her on the chair. She was reading through the data given to her by the archivist, and the cards she had finished, Jules had left laying on the console in a neat pile for Havoc.
When he entered, she didn't even glance up, nor did she look until he spoke. "Yes, unfortunately." She commented quietly regarding the remaining travel time.
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