Come play in the sand win a prize.

[Maya Carrick]

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Time to Hunt​

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Giving away nothing of where they was heading but do the other Master on the trip Master [member="Domino"] giving her a nod. As she had been looking forward to knowing this lady better since coming to the Order. Knowing that this one could have some wisdom to give on some of the teaching going on back at the academy. Letting herself give away of nothing to the others.

"I just hope all brought sun screen might need it." as she smiled back at each one as she didn't have to do the flying this time.

Wondering how much longer it would be before getting to the planet. Leaving her place among all that had came along for the mission. [member="BB-4001A"] "How much more time before we exit hyperspace." , she went back to cheek on how her two padawn was doing [member="Eli Koreve"] and [member="Xander Stanforth"]. "I hope you are both ready as what dangers that might lay a head I haven't see in the force of yet."

[member="BB-4001A"] @George O Rourke[member="Xander Stanforth"][member="Domino"]@Kal'n Drasco[member="Audren Sykes"]

 

[Lief]

Eli's fears concerning Master Whitelight had been diminished; the woman had accepted him as her Padawan, which meant that the boy who had lived in isolation for many years, training himself, now had to learn to come out of his shell and work well with others. They had not been told where they were headed, but Eli had packed for any sort of weather - a thick overcoat, should it be a frigid world like Ilum, his average attire for a more temperate region, and even his simple training garments which were thin and highly breathable should the heat be intense.

When his Master mentioned sunscreen he was very grateful for having packed the latter. So was it some sort of desert world? Or just a place with exposed sun and heat? Either way, his training garments were definitely the way to go. As he rose up to go and change, being that for all he knew they could be right around the corner and he most definitely did not want to hold anyone up, his Master approached both he and his fellow student [member='Xander Stanforth'].

Eli bowed his head, and folded his body alongside it, into a gracious show of respect. "Of course, Master; nothing is set in stone, even if it is witnessed through the Force. So we prepare for the inevitable and the unexpected." As he lifted back up he pulled part of his hair back behind his ear, allowing only the Padawan braid to hang freely. Changing could wait, walking from his Master would be rude.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

The medical droid had offered his personal ship for this voyage.

A Loronar E9 science vessel, with accommodations for eight crew or passengers in addition to space dedicated to scientific research and medical laboratories. The lower hull had cargo bays that were mostly empty for the time being, which were large enough to be used for lightsaber practice or even just a quiet spot on the ship to escape and meditate on. Ordinarily, the unique Antarian Ranger in the cockpit used the ship for humanitarian missions in or near Coalition space. Delivering aid supplies or providing medical services to colonies beyond the reach of the usual hospital care in larger cities or developed worlds.

At the question, the droid activated the remote slicer that had become part of his internal structure ever since he'd fallen into the hands of the Hutts and, later, the Red Raven crime syndicate. Conferring silently with the ship's computer, and a check of the data from the navi-computer, the human replica droid disguised as a youngling responded, "We should be arriving in precisely six minutes, forty-eight seconds."

[member="Maya Whitelight"] | [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Xander Stanforth"] | [member="Domino"] | [member="Kal'n Drasco"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Eli Koreve"]​

 

[Audren Sykes]

Audren decided that he needed to stop signing up for things without forethought. First it had been a mission to help rebuild New Prosperity, now it was a trip to try and claim a lightsaber crystal. He didn't even have a training lightsaber yet, and had barely begun to make headway in his ability to access the Force. Yet here he was on a ship to get a lightsaber crystal. He hadn't asked, but he figured the other students were quite a bit more advanced in their studies than he. Some he'd already met, such as George - a Nautolan - and Master Whitelight - a Zeltron. The others he'd been introduced to, but that was about it.

He'd spent much of his time on the journey examining the ship he was on. It was markedly different from the ship he'd taken to New Prosperity - he'd been told it was a Ruisto-class vessel - and the bare transport that had dropped him off on Voss. It was far closer to the latter in size, but more similar to the former in equipment. Relatively speaking at least, the transport from Chalgonna barely had a galley. The Sephi didn't touch anything, both out of respect for the owner - the one who looked like a child, spoke like an adult, and was named like a droid - and out of a lack of understanding. He hadn't trained much in mechanics, and now began to understand what a mistake that had been. To be fair, he'd never really expected to leave Cholganna.

"I just hope all brought sun screen might need it."

Master Whitelight. She'd chosen one of the times they'd all been together to tell them that. The Padawan had to grin slightly at that, he'd learned his lesson on Prosperity. Unused to the desert sun, he'd been burned. It hadn't been quite second degree burns he'd received, but close enough. Due to the lesson, he now carried a strong sunscreen and clothing designed with tolerances for high-heat environments. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than burning for days after he'd left the sun. One day he hoped to need the protective liquid in only extreme cases.

[member="Maya Whitelight"] | [member="Eli Koreve"] | [member=BB-4001A]​

 

[George O Rourke]

[member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"] | [member="Kal'n Drasco"] | [member="Domino"] | [member="BB-4001A"] | [member="Eli Koreve"]

George had received information about Master Whitelight preparing a mission in search of lightsaber crystals. As any excited young Jedi George immediately responded putting himself on the list. The problem was he hadn't thought it through, he didn't know where they were going or what was in store for him. One would have though he would have learnt his lesson the first time about signing up first and asking questions later as he had previously done on the New Prosperity mission out in the desert. But no, George had signed himself up once again for another mission out in the blistering sun. Fortunately he was on his own ship and had supply of water and light clothes that could cover his entire body and avoid getting burnt.

One day there will be a mission under the water or someone cool just for me... He thought to himself as he in putted the coordinates that Master Maya had provided for him. He packed a small bag with some food and lots of water. Checked his lightsabers were in proper working order and sat back thinking about what was in store for him when he made it once again to the hot dusty surface.

 

[Domino]

"Not bad." Domino said coming in behind Maya in reference to the afro'd kid. She'd been invited along and, as she hadn't had anything better to do at the time, had packed a duffle bag and met up with the other master to get the details. Now she was giving the others a measuring gaze, reacquainting names to faces after their brief introduction. "Is long hair becoming fashionable on guys again?" She curiously asked. Hairstyle wasn't something she usually kept up with for obvious reasons, but she was starting to notice a trend. Kids cared about fashion and stuff right? It was times like these that she regretted not being better at socializing, but then she was used to just telling people what needed to get done and them doing it. Military living had ruined her it seemed.
[member="George O Rourke"] [member="Audren Sykes"] @BB-4001A @Eli Koreve [member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Spencer Olin]

[member="Domino"] | [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="BB-4001A"] | [member="Eli Koreve"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"]

As Spencer boarded Master Whitelight's ship he made sure to bring some sunscreen, one of the main points she said. Apparently the place we were going was going to be quite hot. The ship took off and Spencer decided to get prepared in one of the rooms away from the main cabin of the ship. Applying his sunscreen all over any piece of showing skin he almost look albino by the end of it. Should keep me safe from the sun... Hopefully. He though to himself. The mission today was in search of a lightsaber crystal and the first step for Spencer to create his lightsaber. He was quite excited. Training blade attached to him, just in case he walked into the main cabin of the ship where the remaining members of the expedition were waiting to make it to the planet.

"Here I am Master Whitelight, ready and willing." He spoke to the Master of the ship. Looking around and seeing all these new faces was quite daunting for Spencer, but he wasn't going to shy away now. "Hello everyone, I am Spencer nice to meet you." He said to the group in front of him. They all seemed like nice people, even the droid piloting the ship. He was short with an Afro... Interesting droid. He though to himself.

 

[RC 212]

[member=Domino] | [member="George O Rourke"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="BB-4001A"] | [member="Eli Koreve"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"]

Just before the ship had left Vassara had climbed on board. A last minute addition. Though she was not a Master, and far from a Padawan she figured it couldn't hurt for the others to see more of her face. Being a Warden had her spread so thin across the galaxy, she hadn't the proper time to introduce herself to the members of the Order.

She sat against the wall, black boots propped up on the cargo webbing across from her. Her Spacers Shotgun in a sheath on her back. Two pistols on her leather gunbelt and two lightsabers hidden on her person. A brown Tusken Raider cloak, old and ratty was draped around her shoulders, with the cowl down for now, revealing midngiht hair and icy blue eyes beneath them.

She wore a neutral smile. Vassara was no ordinary Jedi, the others could certainly feel it but her heart was in the right place. She could use the exposure to build her relationships here, and besides, who didn't need more lightsaber crystals?

"Sunscreen might be avoided if you have the right gear kiddos." She joked.