[Main - QEF] The Journey Begins

[Sirak Kolar]

Briefing Room

Looks over to Minna as she speaks'

"Lost, she seems. Emotions, she must control."

"She's horribly lost, but I can't help to feel for her..."

Sirak uncomfortably adjusts in his seat, realizing how sensitive he was to others through the force. He adjusted to bring his gaze to the door as well, waiting to see if anyone else would appear, glancing momentarily to Hasjo with a curious gaze as if asking him if anymore were to appear. Beneath the table, Sirak's foot began moving in a repeated beat, food for thought for his own patience really.

 

[Dak Va'shaden]

Bite the Bullet​

Briefing room.​

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"Our Captain may be a sissy who thinks 'all life is sacred', but he's not going to let his men die. And he's got quite the combat record if you ask me."

"That's nice, Pumpkin. I'm sure his impressive record will really save us all." Dak said, a bit too much sarcasm in his voice. "The Jedi still give up too much for peace. I don't understand why the Republic just hands them as much power as they wish, especially over our military. It's moronic." Dak looked over to Les. "But I've told you all this before..."

Finally, they arrived at the Briefing room. Glancing around, Dak sighed as he noticed the ever-so-obvious presence of Jedi, noting that they were in the majority in the room as well. He glanced over to Les, shrugged, and took a seat.

 

[Dash Aandek]

Bite the Bullet​

Briefing room.​

Dash stood against the back wall in the briefing room, casually toying with an old coin in his hand. His eyes scanning over the others in the room. He felt nervous with the number of people in this small of a room, but it was important that he be here. So for the time being, he focused on the coin in his hands.

 

[Nellja]

Briefing Room:

Nellja did not like the constant stares. Yet another reason why she hated her own phobia... She sighed and turned her head to one of her bags she had hauled in. She zipped it open and with her hands still shaking, brought out some knitting needles and a ball of yarn. She just began to work at it, her quickly escalating new quilt being brought up to her face. With how she moved her hands with the process, she was able to take her mind off everything...

 

[Minna]

Briefing Room

Minna sighed, sliding from her chair and using her walking stick to help her reach a chair next to [member="Nellja"] and climb onto it to sit, placing her walking stick by the side of the chair this time. She looked up at the girl, smiling at her. "A fear, you have?" The Green Jedi asked, trying to make the girl feel better in the time she had until the briefing started. "Worry, you should not. Conquer it, you will." Minna nodded reassuringly.

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Bite the Bullet
Briefing room
"Worry, you should not. Conquer it, you will."

Sirak couldn't help but to chime in with his own reassuring words.

"She's right you know. Everyone fears something, but we all deal with it eventually."

At this, he offers his own reassuring smile. He was unsure if what he said would truly help with anything at all or not, but he truly hoped it did. The girl was attractive to Sirak, but he brushed it off as he stopped his stair and brought his train of thought back to the task at hand. This briefing was going to be the death of him if it didn't hurry up.

 

[Nyos Val]

Acyk
Red Legion Barracks

Marrik walked with his CO to the briefing room and took a position up front as instructed. Aedan must have wanted him to get a full view of the plan in case he was needed on the line. Marrik stood at ease as he listened, arms crossed and head cocked as he listened.

[member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[HK-36]

Somewhere In Space
Aboard stealth ship the Knight of Eclipse

"Are you sure this is wise?"
"I have done it before."
"The times have changed."
"But have the Jedi minds changed as well?"
"The Jedi do not kill prisoners, the Jedi do not seek revenge."
"These do seek revenge."
"Then it is their weakness."

Aboard the ship there were five five tall and slender figures, one of them was sitting down on a couch-thing, taking off what looked like armor. The red dull light of the figures' eyes were clearly visible in the darkness of the ship's interior, they had no need for light, after all, they were all droids. The droid on the couch stood up, taking a small cylindrical hall and hiding it in one of the hidden compartments of his body.

"Either way, this seems to be beginning of new Republic patrol routine, I will just have a look at it, make sure that nothing will go wrong, last thing the Galaxy needs is war between Mandalorians and Republic."
He would hide few spherical objects in another hidden compartment, DUST balls and Anti-Forceuser gas grenades, just in case. He would spread his arms, his body shifted in a setting that resembled the classical HK droid body design, he would take a piece of sandpaper, running it roughly over his plates to scruff up his grey paint job.
"How do I look?"
He would ask towards other droids,
"Like crap."
"Bit wide around the hips, you need to be more active."

"Blow it out your hyperdrive."
The droid commented back at the quips, he would walk over to the consoles of the ship, entering coordinates,
"Let us get this show on the road."
"We will not be too far behind you in case you need extraction."
"Noted."
He nodded.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Bite the Bullet
Briefing room.

Hasjo wrung his large green, webbed, clawed hands. He took his seat and looked to Nellja. Here his wasn't the job of the Jedi. He was an Officer. He led men and women. He couldn't comfort here, regardless if he wanted too. As she took out the ball of yarn, he spoke calmly "This is neither the place nor the time, put it away." He need not wait for the others. They were late, and it was their own fault. "Grid Coordinates R-7" he said, flicking a thumb across his data pad. The information transferred to the project and a holographic view of the world Bal'demnic came onto the screen. "Outer Rim Territories. Auril Sector. Bak'rofsen system. Native species; Kon'me. Neutral territory between Republic and Mandalorian borders. It exports vast quantities of Cortosis, which can prove bothersome for the Republic if Mandalore gains mining rights. We'll be doing a quick stop here for refuelling before leaving. Just a check up the Mandalorians aren't expanding their borders closer to ours. We'll then move along our shared borders until we come to Glee Anselm before doubling back to Coruscant. Until we get to Glee Anselm we'll be landing on Republic planets for routine planetary patrols" He turned to those present, frowning at the absence of many "Any questions?"

@[member="Sirak Kolar"] @[member="Minna"] @[member="Nellja"]

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Bite the Bullet
Briefing room
"Any questions?"

Sirak did not move, before almost lazily dragging his view from the holographic projector. He shakes his head to Hasjo as he speaks.

"No, Sir."

He calmly stood from his chair as was formal for what he assumed was the end of the meeting. However, he stayed in his spot, one hand loosely gripping onto the ornate hilt of his double sided lightsaber on his side. Maybe military life was not for him, but it did not differ greatly from his times on his home planet with his kin and friends. He'd prove useful no matter what they put him on, as long as it wasn't trivial. He looked towards all that remain at the table, and then looked to Hasjo with a reassuring nod.

 

[Davik Tren]

Bite the Bullet​

Main Hangar​

Davik enjoyed the swirling blues of hyperspace... He had been onboard the Republic Cruiser since they had left Corsucant and now, he lay relaxing amongst some crates in the hangar. He had a barracks that he had been assigned to since his signing up, however, he found the action in the hangar much more exciting. His flight bag lay at his side, and this seemed like it was going to be a nice long trip. With the sounding of the general announcement, Davik had shrugged. The message had not pertained to simple hirelings like himself, though he had been brought along to be somewhat of a slicer as well. Hopefully whatever the Jedi were planning to do would not turn into a suicide mission.

 

[Kiyron]

Bite the Bullet
Officer's Briefing

Kiyron nodded at Sirak's earlier comment about arriving before the commander, and then stood and saluted as [member="Hasjo Hallu"] entered the briefing room, taking the seat after the commander sat. It would certainly be interesting to see how he responded to his first position as a commander. He remembered his first briefing after Kei vanished. That had been...interesting. Fortunately, it had turned out fairly well. Having his eardrums blown out hadn't been too bad. Mostly just an annoyance for a while. He raised his hand slightly for a question, "Will we be doing anything other than refueling at the stop?"

 

[Nellja]

Briefing Room:


Nellja growled, it was as if everybody hated her! Especially Hasjo. She roughly put her yarn away and instead silently tugged her gloves on and off. The best she could do to state her escalating feelings of alienation was the glare at him with her naturally yellow eyes.

She had ignored the others' nagging. They didn't understand, they would never understand. Did they go through what she had gone through that gave her this phobia? Most likely not.

She still listened though, she listened out of the fear of being called out again... for simply being herself.

When their "fearless leader" had asked if they had any questions, she coldly gave him a simple no. She had gulped down every ounce of that boring medicine and she had locked it in the memory folders of her brain. No coffee? That was awful. Being fully grabbed? Terrible. Getting nothing but nagging in the meeting room? Horrendous.

Nellja had the sinking feeling that applying to this mission was the worst mistake she had ever made...

 

[Lord Gaius]

Hasjo didn't blink. Not that he could anyway. Nautolan's didn't have eyelids. And though he was looking forward to the table, his immense-sized iris could see the entire time, even the glare from Nellja. He could smell her. She permeated with pheromones. He knew her emotions almost as well as she did right now. His tendrils allowed him to detect emotions.
"Will we be doing anything other than refueling at the stop?"
"No, we don't want to frighten the planet inhabitants. No patrols, but we'll be keeping an eye on our scanners for any Mandalorian activity. Also, Hender will be leading the training simulations before we arrive, which I expect everyone to attend. Myself included."
He motioned to Les "Next meeting First Lieutenant Hender will be briefing you all. I will be on the bridge with other duties. The meeting will take place prior to our departure from our current objective. Attendance is a must." Hasjo spoke those final words "Hender will be taking leading you down to the simulations in thirty minutes. Get your stuff packed in Froxtrot Platoons barrack and I'm sure he expects you to be in tip top shape. You're dismissed."

@[member="Nellja"] | @[member="Kiyron"] | @[member="Minna"]

 

[Minna]

Briefing Room

Minna had remained silent for the briefing, looking away from [member="Nellja"] , who was obviously beyond help. After hearing of simulations and being dismissed, the Jedi nodded, sliding from her chair and grasping her walking stick. Pushing her weight onto the stick after her first step, she slowly made her way to the simulation area on her own. She needed a quiet walk before all the commotion started, and the briefing was bad enough. Upon eventually finding her way to the area, she sat outside and out of the way (which wasn't hard due to her size), and began to meditate lightly for now.
[member="Hasjo Hallu"] [member="Les Hender"]

 

[Kiyron]

Kiyron nodded, and stood with a salute. "Understood, sir. I'll be there." He turned an about face, and strode from the room. He thought it went fairly well, other than the phobic response and knitting. But she had appeared to be a Padawan. But still, that could make things ugly if a situation ever turned into a combat situation. He checked the chrono. He had time to move his kit. He set off a jog through the corridor, weaving in and out to avoid hitting crew members. He stopped at his temporary bunk and grabbed his kit, checking that his XS-09 was securely stowed and wouldn't accidentally go off or anything. It was safe. Excellent.

 

[Les Hender]

Les nodded quietly, his helmet remaining on for the duration of the meeting. It was not out of disrespect but that simple fact was he was born deaf and mute. The helmet had medical appliances that allowed him to hear and talk with it on, and the off-helmet appliances were troublesome for him. He preferred to wear his helmet. He stood up from the table and departed the room, giving a salute to Hasjo as he left. Walking down the corridors, he would lead the group to the nearest elevator - if they so chose to follow. Floor 13, he had thumbed and the elevator began to plummet. They had been on floor 87. When the elevator doors opened once more, they would be met with a flooding of Republic Troopers, all trying to get to their barracks.

 

[Davik Tren]

Davik noticed the growing activity in the, and now took it upon himself to grab his flight bag and head to the barracks he was assigned to. He had brought all of the necessary tools. Luckily, he had acquired a very handy piece of equipment, which had proved itself on multiple occasions. His personal security kit contained multiple types of code breakers, and small EMP devices which were very useful in simply disabling locks quickly, but loudly. The hired gun was soon heading down one of the crowded hallways to the barracks to stow his goods. This would be a long trip...

 

[Viktor Onikov]

Bite the Bullet​

Bridge​

"Sir, there's a problem. Communication with the briefing room has been lost. Security cameras are down. Running diagnostics." Lily the Communication Office said. Sweat was running down her face.

What? Viktor thought. That doesn't make any sense. They were just open, and communication worked fine. Something must have happened. "What are the results?" Viktor asked.

She looked over with a threatened look. "The briefing room doors are locked, blast doors triggered, and Hasjo's Delta-7 has vanished. Hasjo was the only one who stayed in the briefing room. Everyone else left. There was also an encrypted message being sent to somewhere in the ship, presumably the briefing room. Nobody else had clearance to Hasjo's fighter except well... him, and you under extreme circumstances. But you are still here... so Hasjo is gone."

Viktor noticed that all of the Officers were now looking at him. He turned around and put his hand over his face. He contemplated what to do. Hasjo was gone, for no known reason. And no trace except for the fact that his fighter is gone.

"New update sir." Lily announced. "We have access to communication and the cameras."

Viktor walked over with a demanding look.

"He's gone. There is absolutely no trace."

Viktor angrily took up the microphone that addressed the entire ship. "Commander Hallu has abandoned ship. We don't know why. All I know is that there is no evidence he was actually here to begin with, so the disappearance was well done, even if it was impromptu. I'm going to have to issue Continuation of Command until Hasjo gets back, should he get back. I, Viktor Onikov, am now acting Commander of the Jalor Section and this mission. (Les) Hender will be my second. Both of us are now your commanding officers. Carry on, and we will continue looking into the issue." He put down the microphone and sighed.

 

[Kiyron]

Spoiler

I'll be on a camping trip for the next three days. Be back this weekend, so maintenance can take a while to get it open.

Kiyron stopped, and stared at the wall for a moment, before checking his side-arm to ensure he could easily access it. One could never be too careful when such things happened. Strange too. This trip was definitely going to be more interesting than he had anticipated. Especially if the commander kept disappearing. He went to leave for the training simulation, expecting the door to slide open. It didn't.
He frowned, and tried again. Still no response. He tapped the console. Nothing. He tapped the console again. Still nothing.
"Blast it," he cursed, and kicked the door. Still nothing. He frowned, considering. Was it a violation of regs to use a sniper rifle to blast open a jammed door? He couldn't remember anything addressing the situation. It'd probably be discourteous though. Seems he had nothing to do but signal maintenance. He pulled out his comlink and keyed in a frequency.
"Maintenance, this is Lieutenant Kiyron in cabin 1156. The door refuses to open. Could you send someone to get it open. It'd be much appreciated." He almost mentioned blowing the door open, but he decided to not mention it yet.