[color=f7941d][u][i][b]Yavin IV[/b][/i][/u][/color]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ZJgUvhhKpE]Interludes, examinations and new guests. [/url]

"[i]We Keep the peace, sometimes at the end of a lightsaber, most of the time with the power of our word, for it is like law to the uninitiated[/i]"-Jorus C'boath 44 BBY

[@Jollan]

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As the Nexu began to approach the atmosphere a group of A Wing fighters began to flank it, with one buzzing over the top, its pilot, a Twi'lik female in her mid twenties rotated the fighter so that cockpit was "pressed" to the viewing port of the Nexu before giving their guest a salute, but also a look that said -try any funny business and you'll be kissing atmosphere as space trash- before she accelerated ahead. "Nexu, this is Commander Shay'aera Chan; Orange Wing, we'll escorting you to a military port some klicks away from the main settlement and facilities, where you're to hold position inside your vessel until a pair of Jedi arrive to vet you. No offense, but there's been a lot of craziness in the galaxy lately and the Admiralty ain't taking any chances" 

"Sit tight, once you're cleared we'll be able to welcome you to Yavin. Orange One out"

Though graffiti and call signs were customary for pilots to decorate their vessels with. Most of these having rather amusingly juvenile (But par for the course for space jockeys), things like a half naked Twi'lik and the words "lady killer" below, a drunken Gammorian face deep in a barrel of ale and "Porkin's revenge" and other such things. One pilot called her ship "the spiced out hutt" and her call sign was "Hound", each one bore several badges that were universal amongst the fighters. One signifying sector patrol, but the others? The Battle of Yavin, the Battle of Endor and one from the Clone Wars.

The Battle of Malastare.

Their history might have been eclipsed by Rogue and Gold Squadrons, but they were no less proud in their tradition.


[@Lotrix Molick]

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What amused Kenth Hamner about tasaia more than anything, was that the animal life around the temple was starting to react to her presence as if she had only just arrived. He could sense it in the force, observe it in how the birds, which had grown accustomed to the presence of the Jedi (And occasionally came down to sing with Hamner when he played his flute, or trained the youngest initiates when Master Luke or Jade were too busy). But they tended to regard the Republic soldier's as [i]guests in their domain[/i] and not as part of the environment. Their reaction to the Farghul was fascinating in that it seemed as though they'd accepted her presence as mere background noise and yet, were just[i] now becoming aware that they had[/i]. 

As though, her illusory abilities were sophisticated enough to semi hypnotise the world around her, to convince it she had always been there and was thus not worthy of remark. -If she had come here to assassinate any one of us- he thought bitterly.

Only Mara and Luke had sniffed her out, but she could have killed anyone else she wanted. He prayed others of her order didn't decide the New Republic was as bad as the old one had been, a war with an enemy that can convince you they're just a lamp, or air, or empty space was a more daunting prospect then a blow out with Jerec. 

As they approached the exterior obelisks in the water gardens Straka placed her helm onto Mara Jade's head and Hamner had to stop himself from laughing. Mara was going to regret breaking into the Farghuls personal space earlier, with how cavalier she'd been in return. Then again, Mara seemed to actually like the force using vigilante, which was odd, she was usually the more paranoid and protective of the two, with Hamner being more observant and slow to mistrust, but slower still to trust. Here, it seemed like she found a kindred spirit or something -Maybe I should be more worried about that, then if she wanted to kill the woman- he thought.

For her part Jade eyed the interior of the helm, and took in a breath of fresh air "untainted" by jungle heat and humidity and she grinned. "You did an amazing job mixing alchemy with technology here Straka, the Sith kept trying to do both but it was a clusterkriff of epic proportions. We had a Prophet who ended up irradiating himself trying what you've achieved so easily" she was impressed, both by the comfort inside, the efficiency of the systems and how it didn't feel like armor, as if it was just part of her skin.

"Do you mind showing me some of the forging techniques?" she muttered, she wasn't exactly skilled with force alchemy, much as Hamner pretended he wasn't a peer, much as he insisted he was still just a learner, he possessed the aptitude for that stuff, whereas she was much more of a fighter. Still, it wouldn't hurt to start learning and maybe she could convince the modest moron to join in. As Tasaia answered them about her familiarity or lack thereof with spirits Mara Jade nodded her head, removing the helm and handing it back. "Really? I admit, its starting to creep me out now, as its starting to become more obvious to me what it is"

"Funny how that works, we're sitting around afraid of ghosts" Hamner moved to take a seat on the steps of one of the obelisk like monuments, resting against marble that always seemed to be cold, no matter how hot the day became. "See, wh" he stopped as both his and Mara Jade's com devices rang out. "This is Knight Hamner, is there a problem?"

"Kenth! It's me"

"Shay! all well?"

"Yeah, just bored flying sector patrol, we're escorting a POI to a space port near the falls, this one was weird, came in odd, almost rammed a recusant"

"Holdo's?" Mara asked with a look in her eyes that was almost hopeful.

"Negative Master Jade"

Blast it all.

"Is the Captain dangerous?"

"Command doesn't think so, just a guy whose been in space too long, Ship's called the Nexu, ever heard of it?"

Hamner shook his head, it wasn't one of his relic hunters. "No, want us to play interrogator?"

"Command asks, we relay" the voice on the comm said adopting her best Twi'lik servant girl voice which caused Hamner to roll his eyes. "We'll be on the way"

"Well so much for an easy day thinking about ghosts" he muttered.

Jade smirked "Come on Farghul, ride with us. We're supposed to be keeping an eye on you..I mean showing you around any way, wanna play detective with us as well? Or do y'wanna go back into the temple and talk to ghosts".

From beyond the gardens, their voices carried through the wind, their scents and the aura in the force to a pair of large eyes that watched, lazily. Perhaps, it thought...perhaps it was time for its exile to end at last.