A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
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After leaving the ship’s ramp Kirwin walked toward the hangar bay entrance where he saw the mystery boy’s ship just disappearing from view into space. Placing the butt of his Deece on the ground Kirwin leaned on it and looked out over the rolling grassland that seemed to stretch for forever. The feeling of impending doom just would not leave his mind. Something was wrong, but Kirwin could not put his finger on it. Part of him wanted to run; run and hide in the furthest reaches of the galaxy and wait for it to heal itself. But he knew he could not listen to that part of himself, he had to stay and fight for the cure of this plague that was wiping away life in the universe.
“What could possibly be causing these feelings that are running through my soul?” Kirwin thought out loud. “This planet is at peace, and there is no war being waged. There’ve been no sightings of Sith since the plague has begun. That I know of at least.” The more he thought about it the less he understood. He couldn’t find an answer anywhere he looked. Finally, Kirwin shook his head and walked out of the hangar bay into the soil of the surrounding plain. The breeze was soft, tugging at his hood almost as if trying to pull it from his face. Honoghr’s solo sun was setting in the distance, casting hues of orange, pink and crimson across the sky. The sight reminded Kirwin of his home world of Naboo, a place he hadn’t been in a long time. It almost made him want to drop his rifle and run through the fields, and forget about the galactic issues. But the thought of a coming destruction and ruin forced him back into reality.
Kirwin decided to sit down and meditate. He couldn’t figure out anything by himself, but maybe the Force could tell him something. He sat, cross-legged on the grass and laid his rifle in front of him. Placing his hands on his knees Kirwin closed his only eye, and mentally shut out the image of his cybernetic HUD as he no longer possessed an eyelid for that eye. Sitting straight-backed Kirwin did not move from that position but, unbeknownst to him, he began floating about a foot off the ground as he searched for answers through the Force.
Something was coming and only the Force could tell him what it was.
"Your help would be much appreciated, thank you. I do believe, however, that the time to leave and scavenge is long past. We have some zones in Nystao that probably contain HonSec gear, weapons, and vehicles. We could send out a few teams to see what they could find, and get them to the repair bays at the Spaceport.
The Spaceport is the key. If something happens, we need to evacuate as many civilians as we can. That is our utmost priority. The Red Dawn itself has shielding units, but I'm not sure how functional they are. If we can get them up and running, it will buy time for the staff to get clear."
This was an unusual position Adi had found himself in. Honoghr had always been protected by layer upon layer of defensive webs, but when the military had been among the hardest hit, it left those defenses to the raging masses.
There wasn't much left when the defense weapons and fleet turned on itself, tearing itself to pieces.
Loki spoke up about his past atrocities....some of them against the Jedi, and LAN by proxy. Still, the Zabrak had been true to his word...down to the letter. Matango trusted the demonic former sith with his very life. It mattered not where you drew your power...it was how you wielded it. Loki had seen the error in his ways, and was repenting his sins every day. With a nod, Adi reached up and put his hand on Loki's shoulder.
"When the chips are down, there's no one else I would rather have by my side. I trust him implicitly."
Adi had been taught Shyriiwook after Knight Kitkazza's visit...his mother had insisted. "It was good manners to learn the languages of those you wish to befriend", she had said. So he had learned. He wasn't very good at speaking it...indeed, few non-wookiees were...but he understood it....at least enough to get what was being said.
"Now, Drez, I can send out whatever transports we have here to help you in the gear recovery. I would appreciate if you could stick around personally though...We can discuss a bit of what ideas you have for defense."
Reaching into his pocket, Adi pulled out one of his hand-rolled smokes. Lighting it, he puffed a few times, holding the smoke in his lungs deeply. After exhaling, he took a couple more puffs, and offered it to Drez.
Drez looked at the hand-rolled smoke that Adi had offered him with disgust, though his facial expression was shielded because of the helmet. He was never fond of smoking, mainly because he didn't like the aftertaste and how the smell would usually stick to the body of the smoker for a substantial period of time afterwards. However, he didn't want to be rude to the Adi, so he took the smoke from the Jedi's hand.
Drez waited for a moment until Adi wasn't paying attention to him and threw the smoke quickly over his back after putting it out. He immediately started talking afterwards. "I can stay behind. No problem. The others are more than capable of successfully completing that task. Just tell me where and when you want to have this conversation about the defense system." Drez finished, still hoping Adi didn't notice that he threw the smoke away.
*Walking places has the ambivalent quality of revealing your destination to you long before you actually reach it. The downside is obvious: you're constantly reminded of how far you've yet to go every time you lift your gaze. But the advantages, though subtle, are present. You have plenty of time to anticipate your visit, for one thing. (And, let's be honest here, our minds wander so easily that there's plenty of time to think about a great number of things, perhaps none of which may be related to the destination at hand)
As conversation has lulled, I've allowed my mind to wander to the topic of the cybernetics we're after. Really, it's almost unthinkable that it took this long to develop the idea -- and I can't even claim credit for that idea. The fact of the matter is that, for both Tal and myself, the ability to incorporate a mental slave-link for our weapons is almost necessary. It's just good business: as it is now, I decide on the configuration of blades I want for Trogdor, and then I move my fingers and press the corresponding button sequence (there's nine buttons on that shaft so it's kind of like playing a musical instrument; hence why I don't utilize it much). Don't you realize how much faster electrons in a wire are than moving the muscles in a limb plus the mechanical activation of a stud? Why didn't we think of this earlier? It's not like technology has advanced significantly since I first constructed Trogdor, right?
We approach the facility, and I'm struck to the point of vocalizing.*
[/span][/ul] *Yeah, but we all know what they say about judging books by covers, beautiful sepulchres, et cetera. The facade does not denote the content, and for all it's worth this could be just a shell. No way to tell until we get there and see for ourselves. ...Actually, I could, if I took off Devient and scouted properly using my unrestricted Force Sight. I can see anything from anywhere (given enough time and effort), because I can See anything that the Force touches. But using surveillance would be a needless venture in this case; it's an insult to your abilities if you allocate them to a routine. You see, it's needless because we're not here to instigate an attack (although the words I spoke on Mandalore flash briefly through my head); we're here because we want to pay some money, get some cosmetic surgery done, and be on our way. Plus, it's needless because there's that whole song and dance about how powerful we are, and if you're truly powerful, then you don't use power needlessly, because then by your actions you undercut your own assessments about how powerful you are. I've been through all that before, I don't need to repeat myself.
Public entry to and from the Red Dawn Medical Center is conducted through the hanger bay. This is a massive, tiered structure, constituting a significant fraction of the area of the whole medical campus. Gotta have space for everyone to park their shuttles or speeders or whatever they got here in. And, as we encroach upon the facility, I heave an audible sigh. I know that we had Ielyn land where he did so that our ship would remain unmolested. But that doesn't ease the burden of knowledge that we walked all that way when we could have just landed here and been done with it. There is a silver lining: I got to see some Noghri. I've never seen them in person before; apparently they don't tend to leave Honoghr. I also got to see Curcebithin stumble when he failed to detect a small hole in the footpath, but that wasn't as much of a 'silver lining' as it was a 'come on man, you're embarassing me to be seen with you' type of thing.
Signage indicates to us that there is no ground floor access to the medical center, so we're relegated to taking an elevator up to the first level of the hangar bay. We cram into the car (Irrukiine in the back, Sith Lords in the front), the door hisses shut, and the container rumbles to life, raising us to our destiny. A thought that has struck me before comes to mind again, and this time I decide to mention it to Tal.*
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My thoughts wander too, as the hike steals everyone's interest in conversation. Mostly I think of the fact that, if it suited me, I could hike at this pace for days before finally succumbing to fatigue. My understanding of the body I inhabit- and the sorcery chaining me to it- are incomplete. Desperation to stave off the sickness that had plagued me through my years as a Sith (which I now believe to have been a simple corruption, suffered by all those who tread the inky black waters of the dark side, but of immense proportions. A cancer within my midichlorians, growing steadily along with my power) had driven me to utilize knowledge I didn't fully comprehend.
My journey to Chaos and subsequent rebirth into a vessel free of corruption was the work of a myriad of techniques. Some I had mastered beforehand, but others I have just recently begun to understand- and appreciate the magnitude of danger I had been in, toying with forces beyond my fledgling comprehension. Necromancy, spirit-binding, the draining of a victim's life force through the dark side, planeswalking, all to create the unassuming monster you see before you today.
In short, I am lich.
But, despite being free of the sickness that had once threatened to consume me, my new body has drawbacks of its own. As my power continues to burgeon, these deficits- and how they're stunting my full potential- continue to be thrown into stark relief.
I wonder-
Ah, nevermind. We've all but arrived, and Ryu has something to say.
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I motion, and our two hanger-ons board the elevator first, pressing against the back wall. Ryu and I follow, posed to make a dramatic and intimidating entrance upon whomever occupied the hangar. The doors slid shut, and we were off.
And within moments, Ryu had thought of a quip. Are you surprised? Neither am I, not by Ryu, and not by the not-so-stunning revelation that Irrukine not only speak Basic, but they speak it well enough to pick up humorous context and sarcasm. I don't bother looking back at the aliens, or even over at Ryu- such a gesture would have been wasted on all of them, after all- but I can't resist rolling my eyes.
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The doors hissed open, and I stepped out of the tension filling the elevator and into the hangar. Amber eyes cast about, scanning past the docked vessels and searching for the Jedi that I knew must be nearby.
Adi reached out lightly with the Force, and grabbed the flying smoke. He wasn't upset, but before he could razz Drez about how expensive Endorian Endo was, Matango felt a strange ripple in the force. Taking a drag from the doobie, he turned to the elevator behind him as it was just opening. Exiting from the chrome box were two men, both in robes, one in a horned mask.
They were just dripping with darkness, too.
Still, this place was for healing....and no matter who they were, anyone could come here to heal. Be they darksider, or light...or without the force at all....they all could come here without fear of malice, unless they themselves brought the malicious intent. Still, it wouldn't hurt to see what they were up to. Taking a final rip on the smoke, Adi tossed it, and approached them.
"Greetings, gentlemen! Welcome to the Red Dawn Medical Center. Is there someplace I can direct you?"
*The crossing of the threshold by four Sith into the medical center entry level of the hangar, where dwell the clear and obvious signatures of light-siders aplenty, plus one other enigmatic creature who's probably deserving of a thorough analysis all unto himself, is a small step encumbered by the weight of tremendous symbolism. However, at present I am not at liberty to devote any time to unpacking all of the imagery and thematic undertones this action carries with it; this is intentionally left as an exercise for the reader.
You see, I'm a bit preoccupied by the approach of one of these light-siders, who unflinchingly makes his way before us and offers a salutation. There's another symbolic exercise, for extra credit. A slight inclination of my head to the left is all that testifies to the fact that I find the whole thing a bit odd.
For all their talk of servitude and praise of upholding the greater good, light siders don't tend to attend to mundane tasks such as this. Instead, with rare exceptions (present example included, of course), they gravitate towards focusing their attention on responsibilities of a magnitude appropriate to their station. One chuckles at the thought of Grandmaster Yoda deciding to give the Jedi Temple service staff the day off and unleashing his culinary talents upon the cantina menu. On the one hand, it's because you can just imagine how awful his stew must taste, even more so if he's out of practice in making it. But more to the point, it's because there are so many things that he's better suited to do than that. Train Younglings, sure; Council meeting, absolutely; private meditation, yes; go on a mission, if the occasion presents itself then by all means. But take over the kitchen duties? Unreal. That response is because we know, instinctively, that yes, there are important jobs that someone must do; but when it is a job that does not impose great prerequisites on who is qualified to perform it, then the least-qualified overall should be the ones doing it. That's why we feel discomfort when an over-qualified man stoops to a low level to do these things.
All this to say that anyone with any skill in Sense can tell that the man who greets us is certainly more than a mere receptionist. But he's doing the receptionist's job; and as long as he's electing to play the role, then it's almost obligatory that we point it out.
The one in the mask called him 'Mr Receptionist'. Indeed, the staff here normally had nurses and care droids on standby in the RDMC, but they were being used elsewhere in the facility. The entire complex had suffered pretty extensive damage...and the cybernetics wing was a wasteland right now. A fire had started in one of the labs with the more...erm...volatile pieces, causing an explosion. The fire raged unchecked, due to the first responders being among the hardest hit by the plague...even moreso than the military.
It still was smoldering in some places....and had damaged two of the three shielding units protecting the medical complex. If these guys wanted cybernetics, it would take a long time indeed.
"Name's Adi Matango. If you are looking for cybernetics, I'm sorry to say that the wing was destroyed in an accident during the rioting. We have a lot of the zones under control now, but the entirety of the city was on fire at some point or another, or at least it seemed. Unfortunately, I don't know if they will be able to help."
Indeed, even parts for the damaged CLoWDS armor were in very short supply. Only one attack suit, and three experimental 'Medic' units had been able to be salvaged. The fire had been so hot that it had even destroyed most of -them-...and they were designed to take hits from lightsabers. Whatever had been in that lab had been quite powerful...as the evidence showed. Luckily, One of the three shielding units had been brought online, and that kept the fire from spreading even further. As it was, with almost a third of the facility a smoldering pile of rubble, the staff was still hard-pressed to keep up with things.
It would take so very long to rebuild. At least the databases had been backed up out in the satellite facility as a precaution when the rioting had begun. Pointing at a collapsed entrance, Adi again began to speak.
"It -was- through there. That's about all that's left of it. The cybernetics department here at the RDMC -was- one of the best. It will be again, I assure you...but it could be six months or a year before its rebuilt."
Loki's gaze followed Adi's path, he could sense the palpable darkness emanating from the two beings that just entered, the feeling of unease that had kept Loki from going to Dantooine with the boy returned ten-fold as he looked at them. Adi seemed to be in discussion with them. "Nerf herding neutrality pacts." He muttered under his breath. He nodded at the Wookie touching the taller being's shoulder and pointing a point a few paces to the left of himself and about ten paces behind Adi and to the left, indicating the Wookie should go there as Loki himself moved up and stood on Adi's right. He towered over both of them, and Adi, his cybernetic eye scanned each of them, while his living eye darted between the four and over at Drez. There where a few droids in the hanger. Loki sighed as Adi made with the pleasantries. He didn't trust this. Not with the unease he'd felt the last few hours. Now two obvious darksiders showed up. He kept his hands at his side but sniffed the air, his Zabraki face scrunching.
Drez stayed put as he watched as Adi went to greet the newcomers, whoever the heck they were anyways. However, they didn't give off a good vibe, but Drez couldn't tell why. It was completely based on his instincts, or were they? Drez shook his head as he didn't have time for such thoughts, and grabbed his helmet and proceeded to head towards the RDMC's entrance. At the door, he gave Adi one last look through the corner of his visor, who in return gave Drez a worried nod. Though he couldn't see Adi's facial expression, he had sensed it.
Drez sort of figured out what was going on, but this was way too early happen. He couldn't go and get the commando droids as it would probably alert the darksided duo. He then gave Adi a small nod, barely noticeable from a distance, and turned back around towards the door. He walked calmly until he was sure the door shut behind him and immediately took off sprinting down the halls towards where the rest of his squad were.
Kirwin dropped out of his meditation into a kneeling stance, left hand on his rifle and his right on his knee. Looking around he didn’t see the source of what he felt: the cold touch of the Dark Side of the Force. Standing up Kirwin held his rifle in a ready low position and scanned the horizon for threats: nothing. He sighed, “The Force would not have led me astray. It gave me this feeling for a reason.” He said out loud to himself. Kirwin turned around to head back into the hangar to see what the others might think of these feelings of dread that he had, and that’s when he saw them: four dark robed figures, seemingly conversing with the group of Jedi standing in the hangar. Nothing screamed danger to Kirwin as he walked into the hangar, except the presence of the four new figures. So, he had no reason to attack, yet. But that did not mean he would let his guard down anytime soon.
As he approached the group Kirwin heard the man introduce himself as ‘Adi Matango’, “That saves me the trouble of having to ask him now.” He thought to himself, unfortunately Kirwin had not caught everyone’s names when they had arrived as originally, he was just a convenient ride for Master Geir. He now knew three people by name, but that was it. He wasn’t too into the idea of getting to know these newcomers unless they were not a threat to the RDMC research. Also, Kirwin didn’t much like the look of them either. Kirwin finished his walk standing next to Loki and the ginormous Wookie, just offset of Adi giving him a clean view of the newcomers. He eyed the leader of the group with his cybernetic eye, noting that the two in the rear were most likely lackeys by their posture.
*Six to twelve months definitely throws a wrench in the whole 'outpatient procedure' that we'd been aspiring towards. Next best thing would be to speak to one of the personnel in a formal consultation session, so as long as any of them survived we could make do. Probably. After we see what we can find out in the more-or-less immediate time frame, I'll speak privately with Tal and -- *
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[/i][/font][/span][/ul] *Which is true. The receptionist is being slowly being flanked from behind by three more individuals. My interest is truly piqued as a hulking alien shuffles forward, and the robed man, who up until we arrived had been doing a marvelous impersonation of a half-deflated balloon, walks towards us, past a spot of graffiti depicting the symbol of the Rebellion. The giant man scowls at us, but says nothing. He does some sign language for a walking carpet, though.
Isn't this starting to sound like a joke? 'Two humans, a mutant zabrak, and a wookiee all walk up to an elevator...' *
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There are times I wish other people could hear the ridiculousness of what she says from time to time. Maybe I should have made a different kind of mask, I wouldn't have to take all this verbal abuse.*
[/i][/font][/span][/ul] *But as gear-grinding as it can be to deal with her, she does fulfill a few extremely useful purposes. No other mask would meet those needs as well as she does. But one can imagine quite a few other needs that different masks could meet, I suppose.
Without moving my head, I cast my gaze around. There's, conveniently enough, four of them and four of us. A pair of bats, one marble, one onyx, whirl overhead. I watch briefly as they circle each other, and to my surprise, alight on Tal's shoulders, one on either side. A chrome-shelled beetle makes its way over a dust-laden speeder parked nearby, looking for power cables to chew on. The dragon-man is nowhere to be seen, that's a little strange. Hallucinations, the lot of them. Not unexpected, either, now that Devient is awake.
That whole exchange took place at the speed of thought, and thought-time is fleeting. So there's been merely a small pause since my first words to Adi, and I continue out loud now, resuming the previous train of thought.*
Ah...I thought the blonde-haired man looked familiar. Adieumus Matango, Jedi Master and leader of LAN. Not that we've ever met, mind you, but as Grand Inquisitor (spy master, to put it crudely) of three separate empires, well, who's who is sort of a specialty of mine. He's polite enough, which surprises me for two reasons.
The first is that, by all accounts, Matango is a warrior first and leader second. The kind of Jedi that serves the Light on the front lines. Neither Ryu nor myself have bothered to suppress or otherwise disguise our auras. Our alignment couldn't be any clearer if someone mounted a neon sign above our heads. "Darksiders approaching, kill them in righteous anger".
The second is that, even if he's not the warmongering holy crusader that some of my sources painted him to be, the reality of the situation still warrants suspicion. The galaxy is reeling in the wake of the single most devastating event in history. The plague was a mass extinction event, the likes of which previous threats paled in comparison. The Yuuzhan Vong, the Galactic or even Infinite Empire, all Sith to date...none of them posed a threat of this magnitude. Were I in his shoes, the arrival of traditional enemies in a time like this, when I had people to protect and the universe was falling apart around me, would be met with immediate incarceration.
I suppose we're lucky that he doesn't feel the same way. Or rather, he is.
The blackened fingers of my left hand drummed rhythmically against the leather satchel hanging by my hip as Ryu and Adieumus conversed. The other sentients in the hangar began to move into strategic positions- an amusing development. Superior tactics could be a powerful force to reckon with, but against the likes of us it wouldn't make much difference.
My gaze moves to study the Zabrak hovering behind Matango, amber eyes sparkling. Now that's a specimen! Gargantuan in size, muscled and athletic, and strong in the dark side to boot! What a fight that would be...ah, but there's no reason to resort to violence. My power consists only of my command of the force at the moment, and I already know the only being in the universe who can rival that power stands at my side.
There are three others, back behind the group, including a Wookiee and another Forceful, but before I can turn my attention to them Adieumus points to a corridor that's been made impassable by debris. Making a quiet tsk-tsk sound, I stride over to the entrance and place one burned hand against the rubble. The contact is like grounding a circuit, my senses snaking through the rubble, studying every inch in its entirety.
Oh sure...most of the staff that had not been outright infected -had- survived, but they were currently assigned to other duties in the medical center. Cybernetics was not a major priority when there was a universal plague running rampant. Adi admired the persistence of the two men, however, darksiders or not.
It was time to see what they were actually up to.
"Any surviving staff has been reassigned to fill the more pressing needs. Even our head cyberneticist is working on a cure for this plague as we speak. Perhaps I can get you guys a moment with him, but it could take a couple of days."
Adi listened as the other one offered to do 'salvage' on the remains of the cybernetics wing. The offer was tempting, but there were more pressing issues at hand. Even still, though, the most sensitive items had been removed already. Perhaps it -would- be a good idea. It would be something that would have to be discussed with the good doctor, however.
"Well, that's not really my department. Again, I will have to refer you to Dr. Bismarck. He runs this place. I'm sure we can work something out. As I said, though, it might take a day or two until he can speak with you. Until then, we don't have much to offer, but we can put you up here in the facility somewhere until then. It's a little unorthodox for us...we normally suggest one of the places nearby to stay...but as there are none up and running yet, its about the best we can offer. It's up to you. I would suggest, however, that you remove your mask sometime before your meeting, though. Bismarck is someone that likes to look you in the eye."
Adieumus had looked right at the one wearing the spiked mask. "I am too" is something Matango wanted to say to him, but even with the others moving into position, he wasn't sure it would be wise to engage this group...not yet. They had not shown aggression yet, so they would be treated as anyone else would.
"You will be treated with respect here, as long as you show it in return. We don't care what alignment you claim, if any. As you can well see from my large Zabrak friend here, we don't shy away from those that draw upon the darker side of the force. Show no aggression, and none will be shown.
The doctors that practice at the RDMC don't care who you are, and to be honest? Neither do I. They are here to heal, and I'm here to ensure they can."
*See, that was what I initially expected. Reassignment of staff, even outside of their field of expertise, to support the anti-plague efforts. It's a situation that's not far from mirroring what's happening here: somebody doing a job that needs done, even though their aptitude lies elsewhere. Who ever heard of a cyberneticist working with infectious diseases? Yet here we are, apparently. I bet he hates it. It'd be like if I suddenly had to take a crash-course in the Animal Friendship Force power, then got tossed in a gundark nest for practical application. I imagine if we do have the opportunity to have a consultation with him, he'll actually be grateful to us for giving him a chance to take an excursion back into his field of choice as a break from his current field of obligation. One imagines that we can use that to our advantage. It's not clear to me whether Dr. Bismarck is the aforementioned head cyberneticist or somebody else entirely, but I'm bemused by the suggestion to remove Devient before we meet with him due to personal preferences. Such an archaic idea of what makes for good manners is a clear indication of someone who's lost touch with reality. If I were of the Kel Dor species, or a victim of circumstances along the lines of Darth Vader, that'd be the equivalent of saying "If you'd like to speak to Dr. Bismarck, how about you just die instead?" Oh ... maybe that is what's being said. Does that mean it's a reliable statement when he says that they don't care about alignments? Official policy is non-discriminatory, but having said so out loud, *wink wink, nudge nudge*... That's fine, that's typical.*
[/span][/ul] *I didn't have the heart to break the news. If you're a person who wants to look me in the eye, you'll need a time-traveling device to go back a couple years, to before I lost them. But sitting down and having a nice discussion of our options seems like a good next step for Tal and me. Searching the ruins of the burned facility is one possibility. Seeing if we can't get our hands on some schematics, perhaps from related holobooks on the subject in the facility library, is another. Maybe we've got to make our way offworld to visit the supplier directly, since the stock would have gone up in flames. And the list goes on. Thing is, we've gone through the effort of coming here in person. It's only natural that we'd try to salvage the trip. Force knows our visit to Mandalore was a waste of time.*
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