Figures in the Sand

[Dovan Grey]

Sullust
Galactic Alliance Base

Dovan Grey was a serious man. So, the grin that was stretching across his entire face was a good sign of the disbelief he was in.

The Millennium Falcon

You couldn't have traveled the galaxy as much as Dovan had and not have heard of the legendary ship. Now he was staring right at it. Tucked away in a Galactic Alliance hanger, Dovan couldn't help but be incredibly jealous of whoever was able to obtain such an historically important ship. He loved ships; it was in his blood. His father, Jax Grey, was about as Coreillian as you could be. The way he talked, Dovan thought that Jax may have been flying ships since he was born. When he was still young, Jax had taken a ship away from his homeworld and made sure to find plenty of mischief along the way. It wasn't until he had found trouble with multiple law enforcement agencies throughout the galaxy that Jax decided that a more legitimate course piloting through the stars might be in his best interest. Though, on one of his very last less than reputable missions, he found his way on board the Flaro'ji Confederacy. It was a strange sight, but not completely uncommon. A collection of ships that traveled throughout the galaxy making their own little community within their vessels. Their customs and incredibly pale skin may have distanced many outsider pilots, but Jax enjoyed it. Thankfully so, since the Confederacy ships were nearing a ion storm and all crafts were docked until they cleared it. Fate would be moving in place when Jax met Cosari, a member of the strange ship-locked community. Dovan still remembered his father tell him when he first fell in love with Dovan's mother. She was completely covered in grease and Jax knew that there wasn't a soul in the universe that could keep a ship together better than her. Though the customs of the Confederacy were interesting to Jax, he disliked the one concerning marriage. He had to pay tribute to Cosari's father by handing over his ship for Dovan's mother's hand in marriage. Jax decided it was worth it though, so he handed over his ship and two left in a small shuttle ready to start their lives together.

So, by the time Dovan was born, they had become freighter pilots, shuttling people from one side of the Outer Rim to the next. Dovan had always loved ships, though he thought that he may love the Falcon more than any he had ever seen before. He was suddenly a believer in love at first sight.

Now he stood around the ship, waiting to board it for a mission. The details of the mission were mostly kept from him. He was told that a Galactic Alliance ship did not meet at it's intended rendezvous point by the allotted time. Several communication attempts were made, but failed. When they finally activated the ship's location device, it seemed like it was on the planet of Sorrus, a desert planet located on the Outer Rim. The ship contained an Alliance pilot and two operatives. That was all the information Dovan was given. He didn't know the nature of their mission, if they had crashed, if they were taken by another faction. It seemed that everything was confidential. He was sure that the more high-ranking Jedi on the mission would have more information than him, but all he had was a few supplies strapped to his back, his blaster, and his brand new lightsaber.

He didn't even noticed that his hand was resting on the hilt of his lightsaber. It was a symbol, not just to the galaxy, but to Dovan. A symbol that his path within the New Jedi Order may have been progressing slowly, but it was progressing. He thought that the next step of his future with the Jedi would be this mission. He knew that he had impressed some of the Jedi within the temple since he arrived. He was a great pilot, an incredibly skilled warrior, and knew how to handle himself. Jax had seen to that. He still felt like nothing had quite happened to him though. Most of his days were spent doing his own training, exercising, trying to meet other Jedi in hopes to find a master, he had even started to construct his own set of armor though it wasn't finished yet. Everyone he had met had been incredibly courteous and willing to help, but he hadn't felt like he had a chance to make any kind of mark to set himself aside from all the other newcomers. This mission was going to be his chance. He would finally be able to connect within a Force organization and grow. He had joined what many would call a cult that worship the Shadow, what they Jedi call the Force, when he was younger. He had trained with them for years, becoming their most fierce warrior. But they exiled him. He was too reckless, too brash, and could not be controlled. This was his chance to prove them wrong.

Dovan had to admit that he wasn't very excited to return to a desert planet. Right before he had arrived to Sullust, he had a mishap above the skies of Tatooine. While on Bakura, his ship had been stripped of some of it's parts without him knowing. So, when he had jumped to lightspeed, something come dislodged and sent him crashing to the planet baked by twin suns. His side still bore the scars from his injures there, but he survived. All because of Valae Kitra. He thought about that kid every so often, hoping that one day he might be able to go back there and help her get off that planet. Or that he would go there and she would already be gone.

But he shook his mind away from that. He had to be present now. The grin had been removed from his face and he was ready for the mission. He awaited the rest of them within the hanger, knowing that he was about to take his first real step to becoming a Jedi.

[member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Nikola Ticon"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Kira Vaal"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Coming into the hanger bay she didn't have much to go on to the reason why she was going on this mission. In the end she was just happy to lend a head where one was needed. Even so she couldn't help but think about what had brought her here. That would be for another day. Right now she was here to help if that met going on this mission at hand that was the force well.

Until she was on her way would stay in her robes. Dressed in Sliver flowing robes as she look around with her bag with her along with her armor already on under her robes. Even she herself could only guess who would be coming along. Taking a deep breath before turning around once dropping to her knees. In front of the little one that could be no more then 8, skin of a pale pink along with her blondish hair.

Kissing her on top of the head, before looking towards one of the other jedi. "Please make sure she goes to the classes while she in your care." after which she got up. Taking a long look at her daughter before smile. "Mommy loves you, Fayria" as she turn to walk off a few steps to the ship they would be taking on this mission of their.

Even so she let herself take a long look knowing how old this ship was but the story told of it by camp fires still today. Just happen to let her spread a smile across her lips. Finding herself know coming up to what looking to be a young one in the force older yes but still [member="Dovan Grey"] came in view first. Wondering who this one that would be coming with her, knowing that he was only a padawn but by the look he seen much more then most padawn seen in his life time.

"Greetings Padawn Grey, I would be Master Whitelight I will be joining you on this rescue mission.", as she let herself give a bow to this one.

Julius Sedaire Nikola Ticon Kira Vaal

 

[Dovan Grey]

Dovan had not become fully used to the customs of the Jedi yet. When he was aligned with the Wraiths of the Redfall, they had more customs and rituals than he could ever have remembered, so he often pretended that he didn't. Now, he truly wanted to excel, so even though he felt uncomfortable doing it, he returned the bow to the woman. He did not recognize her, but he did recognize her robes. The Silver Sanctum. He had no idea that anyone outside of the Galactic Alliance would be a part of this mission. He spent a moment contemplating that, as well as feeling the presence of Master Whitelight, a technique he had been learning while within the temple. Now he wondered how many other people he had met in his life that were touched by the Force in way that they could control it. He was also unnerved by the fact that the zeltron knew his name and seemed to know at least something about him. Not that it should surprise him, he just had a feeling that he would be the least informed member of this task force.

"I look forward to learning from you." His words were very deliberate. He had always been a man of few words, but since he had joined the Jedi, he had tried to make every single word choice serve a purpose. At least to the best of his ability. But now he realized he had no idea what to talk about with a Jedi Master from a different faction. He felt like he was star struck or had been hit across the head. An embarrassing feeling, though his face wouldn't show it.

[member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

“Padawan Kitra, we’ve arrived.”

Valae stirred, her eyes blinked awake and she saw that the pilot of their transport was standing in the aisle. She gave a great yawn and nodded as she packed up her things. The new padawan was traveling in the company of Master [member="Maya Whitelight"], she had never worked with her before, but was aware of her reputation as an experienced healer. She knew very little about what they were doing, but had jumped at the opportunity to get more experience away from the Silver Temple. Boarding transports and ending up on distant worlds was still very much of a new thing for Valae, and she was interested to see what their adventure today would bring. The young woman stood up and smiled as she made her way out of the ship.

As she exited, she spotted Master Whitelight’s daughter and she smiled to the girl. Valae loved children, and she enjoyed the fact that there were so many at the Temple. “Bye, Fayria! See you when we get back.” She called and turned to follow in the Jedi Master’s direction. Then it hit her. Valae stopped dead in her tracks as she saw that Master Whitelight was introducing herself to a man. It wasn’t just any man, it was [member="Dovan Grey"]. Even from a distance, she recognized him immediately and her heart leapt within her chest. Valae had developed a bit of an infatuation for Dovan during his stay with her on Tatooine, feelings that had only grown during their separation. Those days spent on her desert home world seemed ages ago.

She wondered if he would recognize her, her new life as a Jedi Padawan had begun to change her for the better. Valae looked much healthier than she had when they had parted ways; she also stood straighter, and had a new confidence in the way she moved. She wore robes over layers of simple training gear, and leather boots that came up to the knee. The only thing about her that looked much the same was her wild chestnut hair. Valae had a blaster on her hip, a weapon she used only for emergencies, as she and Master Heavenshield had not yet covered sabers. Her steps brought her quickly forward, appearing from behind Master Whitelight.

“Hi.” She said, her eyes were filled with excitement. Valae moved forward and gave Dovan a quick hug, the kind you would offer a friend, nothing more. How she wanted to continue embracing him, but she didn’t want to embarrass him in front of the others. “It is so good to see you again; I wondered when this day would come!” Valae beamed at him. She left her greeting simple, though there was more she wanted to say, and there was also much to catch up on.

 

[Kira Vaal]

“There that should do it.” Kira could feel the blood rushing in her head, making it heavy and establishing an almost dizzying sensation that ran through the rest of her body. Of course she could have been worried about it but things like this happened when you were hanging upside-down. The young Corellian was hooked over a maintenance bar inside the underbelly of the Millennium Falcon, not the most comfortable place to be especially as it required you to be on your head to even reach the capacitor that needed replacing nearly every time the ship moved. She had sworn to get the wiring looked at the last time she had docked, and the time before that but had never truly got there.
The ship had been more problems since it had been brought back to life at the hands of the Underground, but she loved it for it. She loved the way the engine stuttered when she was turned on, she loved the way you had to pull on the hyperdrive ignition with a slight leftwards angle to get a correct jump and she especially loved how everyday she could wake up and work on the Falcon. It kept her busy and busy was good.
Plus the Falcon had created a bit of a buzz through the Outer-Rim and Wild Space, especially through the Underground and Galactic Alliance channels, enough for her to have received a request for the mission at hand. She had almost waved it off, but the conscience that was deep down inside got the better of her and she took on the job. After all she would get paid, that was what mattered wasn’t it?

A whistle and a beep came from the hanger floor beneath her and Bee, Kira’s BB-Droid rolled into view. Kira tilted her neck so she could see it, a gesture that was mirrored on the droid as his photo-receptor turned to face towards the monkey bar expert above it.
“Yes a rescue mission, what of it?” Kira asked as she returned the hydrospanner in her hand to the magnetic belt around her waist. Bee Gave some more whistles, most of them hinting at a worried tone. “Of course I remember the last time we went on a rescue mission. That wont happen again.” She placed a hand on either side of the maintenance shaft and unhinged her legs, with a sense of complete un-acrobatic grace she rolled and slid down to the hanger floor before removing her gloves and rubbing her hands together in an attempt to loosen the engine grease that had built up on them.
Bee gave another blurt of noises, this time Kira could pick up the frustrated alarm and anger.
“I swear it, there wont be anything that could eat you this time.” Another bleep. “Or shoot you.” The droid seemed to accept the answer for now, his head turning in quiet contemplation. “To be far that last one was a salvaging mission, not a rescue mission. How was I supposed to know there would be survivors.”
Bee obviously took offense to that last bit, angrily whistled and rolled away back up the Falcon’s hatch ramp.

Kira who had almost had enough of the droids attitude merely shook her head and gave the hanger a look over. Several others had began to amass near the ship, damn droid not telling her and only caring about himself. She slid the gloves into the back pocket of her pants and headed over to them completely aware that her face was covered in grease smudges and probably smelt like spilt ship fuel.
“You lot must be the team.” She gave a wide smile as she approached. “Name’s Kira. Heard you need a ride.” She extended out a hand, a hand slick with oil and grime.


[member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Dovan Grey"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Giving her beaming smile cross her lips to [member="Dovan Grey"] it wouldn't be a easy task that had been set before them. It would present its challenges that was for sure. It was the force that would guild them all together through the path set before then with the unknown dangers. Even then she could help but look at the ship again, as if was something out of a story book that mothers read their child at night. Hearing the beeping and talking around. Couldn't help but give a soft laughter and a thought to why she like her creatures instead.

Before she had time to finish her own though came another one that approached her from the other side. "Padawn Kitra I'm glad you could join us, I hope everything is in order that well be needed on this leg of the mission." , Before she could be answer came something of raised eyebrow to the fact that it seem that Dovan was known by [member="Valae Kitra"] . Knowing that she would be a fool to dismiss the feelings that seem to be coming from her at this moment. It wasn't like she hadn't seen this before in her many mission with other that had work at her side. Still it would be interesting to see how the two of them know each other. Even then couldn't help but give a smile upon her lips.

Before she was able to say anything the Ship Captain [member="Kira Vaal"] approach them. "Greetings Miss Kira, its great to finally met you." Even so she couldn't help but look down at the beeps was that going wildly or was there whistles noises also. "Greetings to you to.", this she had a laughter to. Turning her forces back towards the Kira know, "Is the ship ready for our mission at hand."

Before she could speak another word there out of the side of her eye came a crash, then another bang then a scream. "Just how did you get out of your cage." as she was now staring at Heta, her Vine kitty. No doubt that she chewed through her cage again, with her razor sharp needle teeth. Its tale wiping back and forth. As she got down called her through the force softly to come be petted. "It looks like we have another one joining our mission. As Heta sniffed at the ones that had gather before she went to her master leg head down to be scratched. "This is Heta," as the kitty looked at the Bee with very great curiosity.

 

[Dovan Grey]

Dovan was certainly in a place of disbelief. Not only was he still considering why the Silver Sanctum was here, but the last person in the galaxy he had expected showed up. Valae Kitra. The last time he saw her was as she faded into a speck on the Tatooine landscape and he was sure he wouldn't ever see her again. Now, she was standing right in front of him about to go on the mission he expecting to begin his course as a true Jedi.

She had ran up and hugged him. He was still in shock when it had happened. He was not a person who liked to be touched, let alone hugged. But he would make an exception for Valae. As the shock began to wear off, he was genuinely happy to see her. So, he let himself pat her on the back. Then it hit him that she could have only been here if she was a Jedi. Now he truly had wished he had been able to sense other Force sensitives before he joined the GA. He might have been able to tell her and help her get off that rock even sooner. He was also concerned because if she was a Jedi, she would have a dangerous life ahead of her, including this mission. He wasn't sure if he liked that. So, one of his hands lingered around her after they hugged, like a brother trying to protect his sister.

"Good to see you, kid." He said to her, a grin starting to form on his face. "You're a long way from home."

The pilot of the ship had walked out and added to Dovan's surprise. She was not who Dovan was expecting.

"This your ship?" He said to her. "You're gonna have to tell me that story." He added as he looked at the beautiful piece of junk, jealously still stirring within him.

[member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"] | [member="Kira Vaal"]

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

“I am a long way from home.” Valae repeated, still smiling at Dovan. “It has been quite the journey already.” In her brief time as a Jedi, she had already experienced much more than she ever had during her 23 years on Tatooine. She was eager to fill her friend in on the many details, but she knew that it would have to wait. Master Whitelight’s voice cut through her thoughts, and she turned around. Valae's cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

“Yes, Master Whitelight.” She said, with a nod. “Everything looks to be in order.”

Valae reluctantly moved away from Dovan, and came to stand next to Master Whitelight. She clasped her hands in front of her, and took a deep breath to center herself again. In the excitement of meeting her friend, she had let her emotions start to overtake her. She glanced to Master Whitelight, secretly hoping that she had not picked up on her feelings.

Her gaze shifted towards another woman and a droid that was close behind her. She nodded to Kira and gave a smile as a greeting. The smell of fuel seemed to linger around her, and it made Valae feel a bit nostalgic. The young woman had clearly been working on her ship, as she was covered in grease and oil. Kira looked to be around the same age, and she hoped that perhaps she would make a new friend.

"When are we leaving?" She asked, looking back and forth between her companions.

[member="Dovan Grey"], [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Kira Vaal"]

 

[Kira Vaal]

Introductions were introductions, always the same in this part of the galaxy. Smiles and eye flutters but nobody ever shook anyones hand anymore. Kira removed her grease covered hand awkwardly from the air it was occupying and wiped it on the back of her pants. Several questions had been thrown her way but it was a pretty bog standard affair or at least for now it was, who knew what would happen once they hit the vacuum of space.

Maya seemed the decent sort, a but Jedi Masterish for her liking, but Kira had got used to dealing with their kind through her work with the Galactic Alliance. She was polite and gave her greetings warmly. Kira offered her back a smile and responded in her best I’m a professional voice she could muster. “The Falcon is ready, she’s a temperamental beast at the best of times but she’ll get us in and out just fine.” She looked back at he ship, the YT series freighter taking up a substantial part of the hanger. “I got no cargo aboard at the moment so there is plenty of room, comforts are there. Somewhere?”

Dovan on the other hand was more like what Kira was used to, he stank of Corellian influence and had a sort of rough boyish charm to him. Plus the way that he spoke of the Falcon was just plain cute. “She’s mine all right.” Kira smirked. “The story is long and boring, so of course we will probably go over it. It’s a fair distance to Sorrus or wherever it is they said we have to go. Plenty of time for all the details.” She gave him a solid look over, really enjoying the fan boyish moment he seemed to be radiating. “She lives up to the hype. I promise.”

Valae was sort of a mix of the two. She had that Jedi feel but with enough casual grace that made it not so damn obvious. The nod she offered was returned and Kira couldn’t help but notice that they were about the same age. It wasn’t that Kira didn’t have friends. She just wasn’t overly used to lots of people, especially ones who were so close to her in age. Her life had been full of old people or aliens. This was a nice change.

She turned and moved towards the ship, assuming that everyone would follow.
“Living quarters are just up the ramp, got some basic stuff to make yourselves comfortable with. There are some bunks scattered through the ships for those who wish to sleep, cockpit is through here. We’ll probably spend most of our time there.” She decided not to mention gun wells, smuggling crevices or any of the more technical stuff, it just wasn’t a necessity just yet. “I”m ready to get her up once you all our. We waiting on anyone else?”

[member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Dovan Grey"] [member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Nikola Ticon]

Nikola was behind schedule, but at least this time he had a valid excuse. Of late he hadn't been on Sullust, instead doing his best to catch up with his older sister, staying on with her for a time and learning what it meant to have a family again. After hearing the news she had to share - he was going to be an uncle, something he still couldn't properly wrap his head around - he had stuck around for a few days. Only recently had he returned to the biodome, and had been busy catching up on his studies since then. However, once he caught wind of a rescue mission destined for a desert planet, he had thrown his lot in. Knowledge was best gained through experience, and besides, it was better than being confined to the Temple.

And apparently a lot more interesting than the Temple as well, or so he decided after the ship that would be transporting them to their destination came into sight. No karking way. Anyone with an iota of Corellian blood had grown up hearing stories about Han Solo and The Millennium Falcon. It was nothing short of traditional folklore. The only difference was these tales were entirely true. He stepped into the hangar with a sort of reverence, though he kept his demeanor casual as he looked over those individuals assembled. They were a motley crew of what Jedi the Alliance had to spare, along with one he didn't recognize as belonging to their ranks. Apparently outside help had been contracted for this one.

"Name's Nikola. Sorry about running behind, had some family business to take care of." Yeah, right. As if the Ticon siblings would ever fall under the banner of anything so cohesive and united. But he nodded his greetings regardless, casting another sideways glance at the freighter before turning to the assembled team. "Are we ready to go?"

[member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Dovan Grey"], [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Julius Sedaire"]

 

[Dovan Grey]

Dovan had fallen in line behind Kira, he could barely contain his excitement to get inside the ship and to get the mission underway. As they started to walk, he saw another member of the team join up. A younger kid with tattoos stretching across his body. Dovan assumed he was another Padawan. He wasn't quite sure yet with the Jedi if he was in competition with the other Padawans or working together. He supposed those lines blurred from each Force order and maybe within the Jedi themselves. Regardless, he thought he would extend a welcome to him. He knew that if he was joining the Jedi and about to board the Millennium Falcon at his age, he would be more nervous that he already was, though Dovan would never show that.

"Not quite sure. Seems Jedi are showing up from all across the galaxy for this mission." He said, nodding to the members of the Silver Sanctum. "Dovan Grey. Pleasure." He started to walk up the ramp behind Kira as he said "I suppose we ought to just wait a little longer in case anyone else shows up?" He knew he was far from in charge of anything, but he was going to get any recognition without speaking up.

As the crowd outside of the ship made their way through the entrance, Dovan's heart may have skipped a little. Seeing each mark on the wall, every speck of dirt seemed to fascinate him about this ship. His hand moved along the wall, feeling as though it was traveling through some of the most important moments in the galaxy. This ship was certainly one of the most beautiful things he had seen, at least according to him.

[member="Nikola Ticon"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Julius wasn't late, was he? Well, ok... Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't, and maybe he had spent a little too long on Socorro with [member="Keira Ticon"]. He was still moving stiffly, thanks to that. But whatever the case, the roguish Knight trundled up to the Falcon and waved a hand as he hefted a gear-bag. Dress for now consisted of a simple Gypsy Spacer outfit, something he had picked up recently and was quite comfortable in. Lent itself well to being surprised when outside of his armor. The pack hauled on his back, stooping him a bit, contained both his GE-SL1 light armor and the much heavier Vanguard Armor from Vanir Tech. One could never tell what they would encounter on a mission like this, so he had packed all he could. Strapped in a low-slung holster was his MP-1 from [member="Rusty"] and on his opposite hip bouncing from a belt-clip was a lightsaber few would fail to recognize, and he grinned at the group as he walked in and spoke in a light, almost casual tone.

"Sorry about the late arrival folks... Had a bit of business on Corellia that turned into needing some convalescence due to internal injuries. I think I'm the last one, or should be... "

He promptly sat the bag down, because it was heavy as all the Nine Hells together, and spoke again.

"Not much to go on so far as data, because the Alliance doesn't know much, or won't say much it seems. So either we are being sent on a goose chase, or whatever we are after is important enough they don't want to leak details. Sorrus is the last point of intel we have. For now, it is a search and rescue, of the simple kind. But be prepared for this to be a surface op where we might be rescuing VIP or covert and top-secret intel, eh kids?"

Here he reached up and patted his lightsaber hilt gently, and nodded to Dovan, smiling as he seemed to be done speaking. He was easy going on the surface to most, Julius was. But those who knew him any better, or knew of him, knew the lightsaber wasn't a trinket or for show. The capacity in him for violence, and to excel in that capacity, were second to none even at his rank and relative youth as a 'Jedi'... The label still chafed, particularly after Corellia and Socorro, and he couldn't quite comfortably hear people call him that anymore. But, regardless, he was a man of the people first and foremost, and he bent and picked up the duty bag, adjusting a copy of [member="Jorus Merrill"] 's "The Code of the Outer Rim" almost falling from the side pocket.

"Oh Kiiiiiirrraaaaa, were do I put my stuff on this marvelous boat? Also, got a present for you..."

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

The group began to move towards the ship, and as [member="Dovan Grey"] continued ahead with Kira, Valae found herself standing there alone. For a moment she merely watched as he went on, and she couldn’t help but notice that he seemed excited… even if it wasn’t that apparent on the surface. Dovan was stone-faced, but Valae knew for a fact that he had a love for ships. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy within her, and attempted to suppress the feeling as she finally took steps to follow the others. Now she was just being silly…

A young man moved into their numbers, and introduced himself as [member="Nikola Ticon"]. Her eyes were drawn to the multitude of tattoos that covered him; she wasn’t trying to be rude, she was just a bit curious. Even though she did not have any ink on her skin, she supposed that tattoos were a very personal thing, each with a special meaning or story. “Valae Kitra.” She said with a smile, pointing at herself with her index finger.

As she was about to step onto the ramp, a man came sweeping past her. He too apologized for being late, and mentioned that his presence completed their group. Valae boarded the ship and took her place near the back of the group, listening to [member="Julius Sedaire"] as he gave what details he had about the mission. She had to admit that the man had a likeable way about him; there was a certain charm in the way he spoke. Her eyes shifted to [member="Kira Vaal"] as Julius addressed her, and she imagined that she must be quite popular among her fellow pilots and ship aficionados.

[member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Dovan Grey]

Dovan took a few moments to look across their team. Maya seemed like exactly what he pictured a Jedi would be. Her presence in the Force was strong, but also soothing. Kindness radiated from her to a degree Dovan wasn't even sure he could fathom. Part of him even felt intimidated by her, though her spirit seemed to be so welcoming. There was certainly a power that moved through her. Looking through around the ship, he thought about Kira. How someone so young could have this ship at their disposal was something of a mystery to him. He wondered what adventure led her to find it. She seemed strong, though not form her size, but something that burned within her. She reminded Dovan of what he thought Valae could become when he first met her. Now she was a Jedi within the Silver Sanctum. He had never imagined that, though he didn't think he would ever see her again. He was overjoyed that she had not only made it away from the scrapyard in the Outer Rim, but found such a huge place within the galaxy. She was always incredibly kind and willing to place other's before herself, Dovan thought that she would actually make a much better Jedi than him.

His eyes made a once over at the new young man that had just joined them. Nikola Ticon. He was a tricky thing to feel through the Force, though Dovan supposed that he was not very gifted in that area so maybe it was a fault of his own. But then the last member of their group arrived and something about him resonated with Dovan. Julius Sedaire. For the first time, Dovan felt like he was looking at the type of Jedi he could be. Up to this point, he felt like he had not been able to find a place within the New Jedi Order, but simply the presence of Julius reminded him of himself so much that he thought he may be able to become something with them after all. Dovan couldn't help but be slightly enamored, much to his embarrassment. He listened to Julius begin to fill them in with information regarding the mission. Dovan leant his complete attention to every word. Now, more than ever, he knew that he had to excel in this mission for his path as a Jedi to push forward.

Once he had finished, Julius called out to Kira. Dovan took this as his chance to introduce himself.

"I set my things in the cargo hold next to the boarding ramp." He said as he stepped towards Julius. Anyone that knew Dovan, which meant only Valae would notice here, would see that it was strange that he didn't keep his eyes locked on Julius' own. Dovan was notorious for keeping his intense gaze locked on other's, not out of intention but simply because it was what he did. But with Julius, he kept his eyes looking around and trying to look casual. "Dovan Grey." He introduced himself.

[member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Nikola Ticon"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Kira Vaal]

“Sedaire!” Kira actually broke a smile as the Corellian moved up the ramp and joined the growing group inside the Falcon. Kira had made the acquaintance of Julius when she was on Rebellion One shortly after she had managed to salvage the Millennium Falcon and had been part of the effort to rebuild the Corellian Legend. She only saw it as fitting that he would be here now about to take part in a mission involving the ship he helped bring back to life. “Plant it anywhere you want, there’s the crew quarters down the run or you can take the medical bunk if ya want and did I hear the word present?”

Leaning against the Dejarik table she gave note to the small description of the mission offered to everyone, a very, very brief description at that. They had some minor intel, an area where they had to go and hopefully it would just run like clockwork from there. The Alliance didn’t seem to know much on the matter, which made Kira wonder if she could get some better answers off the Underground channels. She made a note to check her sources after they took off.

“Well this merry chit-chat is all good and all but it’s not going to save us some stranded damsels.” Kira smirked and pulled herself away from the table she was leaning on. “The sooner we move, the better chance we have. I could do with someone in the co-pilot seat.” She turned and made her way down the corridor that lead to the cockpit, her form shifting passed the additional chairs that sat behind the pilot and co-pilot’s seats. Putting down into the captain’s chair Kira let out a deep breath, no matter how many times she sat here the fact it was the Millennium Falcon never ever got old.
She began the systems that had been sat in stand-by ever since Bee had rolled back into the ship. There was a familiar hum that rose from the rear of the ship and soon the entire vessel was vibrating with the smoothness that could only be expected from Corellian Engineering. “Okay, here we go.” Kira slipped the communication headset over her head and adjusted the microphone. “This is the Falcon awaiting green light. Repeat awaiting green light.”
A small series of lights changed near the hanger door and the metallic shield slowly slid away to reveal the blast shield that separated the ship from the beyond outside.
“Green light confirmed. Everybody back there comfortable? Good.” She put her hand on the throttle and smiled. “Here we go.”

The YT rose and with a shudder began to advance out of the hanger. There was no turning back now.

[member="Dovan Grey"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Nikola Ticon"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Nikola Ticon]

His attention was drawn to the final newcomer, and just as the others Nikola paid careful attention to what little information they were granted on their mission. It seemed nobody really knew what was going on, so they were all doing their best to guess at what the endgame of this would be and the best way to go about achieving it. A brow was raised momentarily as the man mentioned having spent time on Corellia, his memory drifting back to his recent conversation with his sister and the fellow she had met at a bar on their homeplanet. Chancing that this might be who she had told him about, he directed a simple inquiry in Old Corellian to [member="Julius Sedaire"], "Doko prek anuda ten?" An innocent enough question, but one that would certainly get his attention.

With that he turned and boarded the ship just as the rest of them did the same, silently appreciating all that the vessel had to offer. While the co-pilot's seat remained unoccupied he left it so, instead seating himself in one of the other chairs available. He had noted the looks he had received earlier thanks to his body art, but it didn't bother him in the least. Back home his tattoos hadn't been an issue, and he assumed they wouldn't present a problem in this sort of unconventional environment either. The New Jedi Order was infamous for not conforming to the galactically accepted standard, and he was perfectly okay with that.

[member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Dovan Grey"], [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Dovan Grey]

Dovan couldn't help himself, he just had to know what the ship was like in the cockpit. The second Kira mentioned a copilot, Dovan started to move in behind her. He knew that piloting was one of his best skills, it was in his blood. Maybe this would give him a chance to show that off. And maybe allow him into the Falcon later. At least, he could hope so. He gave Julius a nod as he moved past. He wasn't really sure what the more skilled Jedi would do on the trip. He didn't know if they were going to discuss strategy, come into the cockpit with them, or meditate. Meditation was definitely not a skill he had mastered, much less sitting still long enough to try. As he moved forward towards the front of the ship, he couldn't help but give Valae a huge child-like grin. He could barely contain himself. As he entered the cockpit, he saw Kira getting the ship ready and moved into the copilot seat without saying anything.

He couldn't help but enamored by the ship. As she started it up, Dovan felt the vibration move through the ship as it hummed to life. His hands moved across the consoles in front of him, preparing the ship as it moved off of the ground. Flipping a switch above him, he was ready to see it move into space.

[member="Kira Vaal"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Maya didn't have to bother with not knowing who was who on this mission after all she had gotten their personal files from there Masters. Knowing that her daughter Freyia wanted more then anything to come along on this trip but being the protective lioness she was told her no that the reason why she left her in the good friends and Master Dorn care. After all why would [member="Freyia Whitelight"] be put in danger she just begin her in-depth training, even those she knew that she knew a lot more then most on this trip. Sadly she did know about the force more so then that she was full of knowledge wisdom would come with experience but for now she was just to young for that.

Where they others had gather around the table she couldn't help but to looked at each one of them. "Now if we are done with the social gathering I think we need to talk about the mission that lays before use, padawns." as she give that look of hers. Waiting to see what each one had to say about this all.

[member="Dovan Grey"] [member="Nikola Ticon"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Valae Kitra"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

[member="Maya Whitelight"]? She was an unknown except by vague reputation...And as Julius looked at her and snorted at her last statement and nodded, some might have detected a bit of irritation roil from the Corellian. His relative youthful appearance was typically an issue, to tell the truth in whole. Age was but a number, and he wore the years well even despite their toll and weight. So in response to her typical assumptiong to be obeyed, and apparently considering him a Padawan, he merely trundled right past her, whistling an old Corellian sea-shanty. His focus was on the two young lads, the one seeming almost nervous, and the other speaking to him in Olys Corellisi quite familiar like. The latter one seemed to tickle at his memory, and he set his things down in the med bay before grabbing a pair of books and something rolled up in a plasteel tube. Steps carried him to the cockpit as he sat the items on a blank space of console and grinned.

"Yeah, you heard right... presents...Aint much... Been having some projects take up my cash lately. Those there are a nice little bit by [member="Jorus Merrill"] on the Code of the Outer Rim, and a guide to Instinctive Astrogation. The tube there has got an old hand-drawn galaxy map on it, from just past the battle of Yavin.. Nice little bit you can tuck up somewhere. Figured the Falcon could use some decoration. Force knows she ain't always the prettiest outside."

With that said, he turned and patted the bulkhead in affection, as if to apologize, and grinned a bit at [member="Kira Vaal"] to show it was a jest born of affection rather than a genuine insult. Then he turned his attention to the young man with the tattoos in the other chair. The one who had spoken to him in a language very few bothered with in this day and age. A moment of inspection, with no noticeable warning signs that Julius knew of in the ink, before he responded evenly.

"Kas tulisha abia al port.... Aliha sel valle volgoth?"

Grin and smile, with a relaxed ease as he turned his glance for a moment to [member="Dovan Grey"], and nodded. It was a quick thing, of mutual respect and kindness. That one had some respect and calm about his manner, at the lest, even if a bit nervous here and there. But then again, if he were a padawan sent on a journey like this without a formal master to guide him, he likely would have been stammering over his words and trying to crawl into a corner and hide, or wreaking all kinds of havoc about the place. So there would be a point he'd make sure to befriend the young lad, see if he could bring him out of his proverbial shell any. For now though, his attention was on this [member="Nikola Ticon"].

 

[Kira Vaal]

Kira glanced over the gifts that Julius had provided her and she couldn’t help but feel slightly emotional about them. She had never really received gifts, never really had anyone who would go out there way for her. To have someone who was willing to take the time to do something like this, it was an oddity in her life.
“Thank you Julius.” Kira said with a warmth in her tone. “No seriously thank you.” She looked around the cockpit at the remark of her not being the prettiest of ships and a smile formed on her dial. “You know, I was telling her this morning that we could spruce up her paint job and she decided to leak her coolant everywhere…Somehow I think she likes not being the prettiest.” It was odd how the ship made one notice these things, the Falcon was beyond just a ride, she was part of the family.

Dovan had dove headfirst into the co-pilots chair and to be honest Kira wasn’t surprised, the Jedi had been open with his affections towards the Falcon and she knew how much she had strived to get to sit in the pilots seat alone. “You’ll need this.” She handed a headset over to him. “Galactic Alliance space regulations and all that.” She offered a warm smile and adjusted a couple of readouts in the controls in front of them, the general workings of the Falcon seemed to be running smoothly which was good. Kira had started to worry that the capacitors on the Hyperdrive were waring out faster than necessary, a simple issue but one that could kill them all through gas suffocation if it actually happened. Fortunately it hadn’t so she kept her mouth shut.

She overheard the talk behind her, a language she had long gone without hearing. She bowed her head slightly and muttered almost beneath her breath. “Preti Fho Uhl Senviva Fho ili Bey mulha.” She knew they would hear her, but she would make no indication of such instead turning to Dovan, “I need you to get the jump into the navi-computer, she’ll usually do it herself but we had a disagreement this morning.” The skies of Sullust faded to the black of space as Kira tilted the Falcon up towards orbit, the faint rattling of her hull fighting against the atmosphere disappearing as the air around them was replaced with the vacuum of space. “Alright, coordinates locked, lights are green—“ She placed her hand on the hyperdrive lever. “—Here we go.”

The stars began to stretch and the blue whirl of hyperspace surrounded them as the Falcon slipped into the automated jump. Kira took a breath and released the headset to fall around her neck, spinning around in her chair she gave everyone a look. “We have some time. Maybe that briefing Whitelight was going on about could help?”

[member="Julius Sedaire"][member="Maya Whitelight"][member="Dovan Grey"][member="Nikola Ticon"][member="Valae Kitra"]