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Jedi Communiqué 104
To all Personnel (Jedi and non-Alike)
It has been determined that the Womp Rats are working under the direction of outside forces. Indeed, they may have actually been possessed by agents of the Dark Side, a rather new development that none had foreseen. Computer Security is working hard to reroute access to the computer systems, which the Womp Rats have apparently been digging to and tapping into, allowing outside groups access. They will find the access point and shut it down.
Hah, that's what you think. Very clever finding out what happened, but you can't stop it now. We are Legion, and all your computer are belong to us!
Yea, yea, you can't seem to come up with better lines. And even stole one of mine. You know, I think we might have a way to solve this problem.
Sure you do. What are you going to do? Call some god of thunder or something to stop us?
Hey, there's an idea! Thanks!
I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE AND I'VE SEEN WHERE YOU SLEEP! AND THEY WILL CRY WHEN THEY SEE WHAT I'VE DONE TO YOU!
Somehow, I doubt that. But I'll be nice and just say…
May the Force be with you.
Jedi Master Tank
Bigger Badass than Slicer
I have a God of War if you'd like to borrow him. Alternatively, a virus shunted back through the access point should annoy people.
I'm surprised he hasn't sicked Darcy on them yet.
captainlupin: theivorydagger: captainlupin: theivorydagger: c...
Wrong eye, but oh well. Close enough. Holy shit.Now this is something I'm familiar with…
I'm not the biggest fan of mine. I still don't know who installed the damned thing after…well, getting shot in the head isn't fun, let's put it at that.
Through the eye. With silver. And then losing it. Yeah, not fun.Nor is crashing into a hangar bay at forty megalights. Cost me an eye, and I needed a week in a bacta tank. I'm used to mine however, it was not my first cybernetic.
…this one's my first and it better be my last. I've had this one for years and I'm still not used to it. I don't think I ever will be, to be honest.
I hate the bloody thing. And whoever put it in my head.Could have been installed wrong, or just not properly synced with your optic nerve. We could have medical personnel over here look at it, or if you'd prefer, we could look into cloning you a new organic eye. not everybody likes the idea of Cybernetics.
It's nothing of that sort, I actually sometimes forget about it. I just…don't like it, it's just another thing about me that's not…normal. It seems a bit childish of me, but I wish I'd never gotten the damned thing. Then again, I probably shouldn't have gotten shot.
Well sometimes we can't exactly avoid things like that. I've been shot, stabbed, whipped, beaten, I'd loved to have avoided it all, but it's not entirely possible. Just gotta make due. The eye for example, I make it part of me, it's part of who I am, not an attachment. Same with my comlink and sub-electronic converter. All aspects and extensions of myself, rather than just additions. I may not have originally wanted to get them, but I have them, so I make due.
captainlupin: theivorydagger: captainlupin: theivorydagger: c...
Wrong eye, but oh well. Close enough. Holy shit.Now this is something I'm familiar with…
I'm not the biggest fan of mine. I still don't know who installed the damned thing after…well, getting shot in the head isn't fun, let's put it at that.
Through the eye. With silver. And then losing it. Yeah, not fun.Nor is crashing into a hangar bay at forty megalights. Cost me an eye, and I needed a week in a bacta tank. I'm used to mine however, it was not my first cybernetic.
…this one's my first and it better be my last. I've had this one for years and I'm still not used to it. I don't think I ever will be, to be honest.
I hate the bloody thing. And whoever put it in my head.
Could have been installed wrong, or just not properly synced with your optic nerve. We could have medical personnel over here look at it, or if you'd prefer, we could look into cloning you a new organic eye. not everybody likes the idea of Cybernetics.
captainlupin: theivorydagger: captainlupin: Wrong eye, but oh...
Wrong eye, but oh well. Close enough. Holy shit.Now this is something I'm familiar with…
I'm not the biggest fan of mine. I still don't know who installed the damned thing after…well, getting shot in the head isn't fun, let's put it at that.
Through the eye. With silver. And then losing it. Yeah, not fun.
Nor is crashing into a hangar bay at forty megalights. Cost me an eye, and I needed a week in a bacta tank. I'm used to mine however, it was not my first cybernetic.
captainlupin: Wrong eye, but oh well. Close enough. Holy...
Wrong eye, but oh well. Close enough. Holy shit.
Now this is something I'm familiar with…
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agentbrompton: jedicommuniques: agentzingari: jedicommuniques: Tank shook his head, marveling...
Tank shook his head, marveling some at the sense of overwhelming curiosity nearly radiating from Lorcan. "I personally do not have an issue. There is an excellent ventilation system on board. Though I cannot speak for Vincent, or the others."
He thought for a moment, and then, with an expression of recollection, shook a finger towards the SAS agent. "Tobacco products are a fairly popular product. If you are interested, I believe there is a tobacco shop a sector away from the Temple. Something for you to think about."
Alastor's initial reaction to the approval of Lorcan smoking was a queezy feeling. He'd grown to hate the smell of tobacco over the years, save cigars, and even them only occasionally. And since gaining his new found enhanced scent? The smell turned his stomach something horrible. So he'd need to think about stuff to take his mind off that.
"What about weapons?" He glanced at Maria, letting her know that his inquiry was mostly hypothetical. "Obviously some of us are interested in the weapons technology available to you. Are there stores and outlets open to civilians? I for one would love to see what sort of, tools you have made available to the civilian populous."
Tank's lip quirked up in a corner, bemused. "And to think, we talked about this not that long ago." He thought to himself. Aloud, he replied, "While we certainly have no problem showing you some various items in the galaxy, to include weapons, we will have to prohibit you from getting any blasters, slugthrowers or other high tech weaponry."
"However…" He held up a hand, pointing to the stern of the ship. "…we did bring a number of bladed weapons as tokens, along with some food items. Which we'll have to drop off somewhere before we leave. Still," The Jedi turned to Vincent, gesturing with the same hand, "we do have a man who carries his companies product catalog on his wrist. I am sure Vincent would be happy to showcase some of the various weapons that the Mikaru Corporation and others produce, maybe give demonstrations."
Hazel looked to Tank and smiled. "If they're packed to last while we're gone, I'm sure that the food items can be transferred to the plane that we traveled in, for safekeeping. Very generous of you…thank you."
Vincent allowed Hazel to get in her bit before addressing the Agent named Zingari. “I would be more than happy to show you examples of various weaponry my company has available but as Master Tank has said I am afraid I cannot sell, or give you any slug throwers or blasters.” He glanced over at the Jedi, “Though I have argued the logic in denying such weaponry to a people capable of developing suits of exoskeletal armor capable of flying circles around the types we’ve developed. It isn’t as though you’re technologically inferior, well, save space travel.”
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The last resort (by Morten Hatlevik)
One should appreciate the natural beauty of nature itself. Unless you're flying a speeder at a ridiculously unsafe speed through the forest, then you should probably appreciate your dodge skills far more.
Master Tank, I like you. But if I find you trashing my Mother's forests with a speeder, we are going to have words. The locals do enough trashing for everybody.
That said, can we ride in a speeder? Can we learn to drive one? Can we, can we?
I make it a personal habit not to trash forests with a speeder, as that tends to be a one-time deal. I find I'm highly allergic to sudden and deadly stops against trees.
That said…your request is tentatively approved…soon as we find a trainer speeder handy. Crazy apprentices keep running off with them.
Could always take her out on some test drives with my speeder. It's suitably fast enough, and hard to miss being fire-ship red.
…I wanna learn. Count me in! As a racer, I'm always eager to go fast and drive all kinds of new vehicles.
Do they come in yellow with black racing stripes?::Chuckle:: I was going to say, there'd be more than just me! Maybe we can make it a group excursion?
Well my speeder only has room for three people total. It's meant for speed not, well, anything else.
jedicommuniques: pantheraj: jedicommuniques: vlynx: The last...
The last resort (by Morten Hatlevik)
One should appreciate the natural beauty of nature itself. Unless you're flying a speeder at a ridiculously unsafe speed through the forest, then you should probably appreciate your dodge skills far more.
Master Tank, I like you. But if I find you trashing my Mother's forests with a speeder, we are going to have words. The locals do enough trashing for everybody.
That said, can we ride in a speeder? Can we learn to drive one? Can we, can we?
I make it a personal habit not to trash forests with a speeder, as that tends to be a one-time deal. I find I'm highly allergic to sudden and deadly stops against trees.
That said…your request is tentatively approved…soon as we find a trainer speeder handy. Crazy apprentices keep running off with them.
Could always take her out on some test drives with my speeder. It's suitably fast enough, and hard to miss being fire-ship red.
Vincent & Talderan "Tac" Acken by...
Vincent & Talderan "Tac" Acken by Potemkinbuster. Will relink once it's also up on his normal DeviantART.
couple Sketch final by ~Potemkinbuster
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Star Wars: The Clone Wars has been cancled.
Star Wars: The Clone Wars has been cancled.
Agent Anyil Herron: agentbrompton: SHIELD Human Resources Department: theivorydagger: Jedi...
Agent Anyil Herron: agentbrompton: SHIELD Human Resources Department: theivorydagger: Jedi...:Loki followed the others up the ramp with more than a little trepidation. He'd had enough of being flung around in a glorified metal…
Thera's feet carried her toward the open ramp. This was it. Last chance, Mother. Her mind reaching back to it's deepest point, the part that connected her to Gaia. If I'm not meant to take this journey, you need to show me now.
She might not have been sure which way she wanted the Goddess to decide.
A sudden breeze gusted through the deepening gloom, impossibly warm in the frigid air. She stopped in her tracks as it curled around her, gently ruffling her hair - and was gone. Thera gulped, clamped her teeth down hard on her lower lip. Home soon. I swear. She broke forward again, taking the ramp at close to a jog.
Inside she paused again, taking her first look around, then followed the crowd toward the seats. They settled, Loki still tense as he asked her her guess for how long the flight would take. "Not sure - " She hesitated as Hazel went by, passing a thermos to Loki on the way, then looked forward again, lifting her voice.
"Excuse me, Vincent? Just wondering about the estimated flight time, and whether there's such a thing as a window seat?"
Lorcan raised an eyebrow as Lupin teased him. "Ach, get ye butt int'e ship," he said with a grin, giving her bottom a playful slap. A few more moments surveying the ship and he entered as well.
"By t'e way, if we return, and the world has aged a hundred years, I'm blamin' ye." He said, eyeing both Maria and the newly arrived figured. He mentally noted that they didn't look very foreign for aliens. Humans? Or did they just look like it?
He took out his pocket watch and surveyed the time before pulling out a hip-flask and taking a swig, tucking it back in his pocket before sitting down next to Lupin.
"Well I'm ready t' get t'is crazy shindig outa t'e way when ye all are."
So the ship was big on the inside, but clearly a cargo ship. What with the large cargo hold they walked through to get to where they were. Where they were though was comfortable enough, looked almost like a lounge, smaller than the one the EAD had but comfortable enough that you wouldn't think you were in a tiny sardine can about to fly through space.
"Nice set up you got here." He thought outloud as he took a seat and Hazel dropped down beside him. "Of course Hazelnut. Think I'm gonna go let you wandering off in a strange new galaxy by yourself?" He gave her a friendly elbow. "You just stick with me."
Vincent gave Anyil a nod when she took her seat near him, sensing just a hint of curiosity, and clasped his hands together in front of him on his lap. "To answer your second question first Ms. Thera I am afraid there is only one true window seat. And that is the cockpit, once we've taken off you are free to move about and can take a look out if you wish. Just be mindful to not bother Master Tank if he seems to be concentrating."
He leaned back against the chair, the material creaking slightly as he did so. "As for the first question, we're looking at a roughly two hour trip. So, since I'm the more diplomatic of this dynamic duo and to make the most of our time so that you might have more time to actually enjoy yourself on Triple Zero, you may ask me questions. General, Political, Historical or Personal. But understand that there are things of the last category I will not answer, but there is nothing wrong with satisfying curiosity. After all it may have killed the nexu, but satisfaction brought it back."
pantheraj: loki-thesilvertongue: jedicommuniques: Jedi Communiqué 87 To: Jedi Apprentices To the...
Jedi Communiqué 87
To: Jedi Apprentices
To the apprentice who thought it would be amusing to place a combustible bag of bantha poodoo at the door to Master Revan's quarters, be advised: it was not. Also, he knows who you are, and he will find you. The rest of the Council is not sure what he has in mind, but they are fairly sure it will not be pleasant. Master Katarn is going to record it for instructive purposes.
Master Durron is bringing snacks.
To all other apprentices: you do realize this place has a lot of sensors all over the Temple, right? The Council knows exactly what you're doing. Even now.
And that's enough of that you two in quarters 1138.
May the Force be with you.
Jedi Master Tank
Diplomatic and General Liaison of the Jedi Order
I would like to point out that I am not in quarters 1138, thank you.
Amateurs.
::Amused::We should find out what quarters we are in.
You have all been assigned accommodations at 400 Republica, Ambassadorial Sector, Senate District, Galactic City. I’m afraid 500 Republica is, well full at the moment. We understand some of you are, in relations with each other, I assure you that the rooms you have been assigned are large enough for two people should you choose to do so. Prince Loki I believe your room is 3756, North Quarter. Guardian Thera yours is, 3754 South Quarter. Don’t let the quarters confuse you, at that level there are only four rooms per floor and they take up one facing of the building. The quarters simply denote the cardinal direction the balconies face. Do mind the balconies.
Agent Anyil Herron: Jedi RP Communiques: Episode I: Saber and SHIELD
Agent Anyil Herron: Jedi RP Communiques: Episode I: Saber and SHIELD:The ride out was uneventful, to say the least, out on the Quin-Jet. The Helicarrier, however, from the sounds of it, had a helluva time with the incoming Jedi in their ship, though. She'd have…
From the doorway of the hangar, Thera had watched the ship descend. She'd made a show of strolling back in to collect her pack, really using it as a chance to slow her breathing and the excited pounding of her heart.
Another world. Another … dimension? Was that the right word? She drew in air, tried to make it wait a second or two before it puffed back out. She'd heard Hill's concerns loud and clear, and was taking them just as seriously as the Deputy Director. Those same thoughts had occurred to her from the beginning, and she hoped - well, she was pretty damn sure her precautions would carry her through. A pinch or two of Earth in the necklace at her throat had seen her through visits to Asgard, so the 'belt and braces' she was toting now really ought to do the trick.
Please let it do the trick. Because - simply - wow. Yes, she truly felt that as a representative of Mother Earth she should volunteer for this mission, felt she really could contribute to the cultural exchange. But there was also … she would admit it to no-one, but there was a tiny part of her that sometimes envied Loki - the places he'd visited, the things he'd seen. Ridiculous, given what had happened to him there, but all the same when this opportunity presented, she couldn't just let it go by.
The ship lowered, landing pads extending and settling like something out of Weta or ILM. It didn't look particularly … well … shiny, but it seemed quite in control. And after all, it had gotten them here, right?
She walked forward with the group, holding her peace as they presented themselves, a little like a receiving line. Lupin, who might not realise she was stepping into the role of 'leader', then Loki - who introduced himself, then promptly faded back toward her. She glanced at him, returned the light touch on her hand. He was hiding it well, but at this range she could see the subtle signs of nerves. Her fingers squeezed briefly, reassuring - but then it was her turn to step forward and speak to their guests.
"Greetings, Sir." She still wasn't sure of the right title, but her tone and the short bow she gave conveyed respect. "I am Thera Pardalis, Guardian of Gaia. Welcome to Earth."
Lorcan had completely lost interest in the how's and why's and other formalities. Currently, he was far more interested in the ship that just landed — a ship that defied most laws of physics. Doing various calculations in his head, he was coming up with no reason why the ship should have been able to fly within the atmosphere let alone stand upon the small struts it had landed upon without crushing underneath its own weight.
"Solved the dark energy problem?" He whispered to himself, looking the ship over. "No, no, still doesn't solve the mass differential." He thought for a moment. "Unless," He was about to think of another hypothesis to himself when he noticed that everybody was introducing themselves and he sighed, walking over.
"Lorcan MacIlwaine," He said, nodding simply. "British Secret Intelligence Service" After a second curt nod, he turned back to the ship. He pulled out a notepad and scribbled a few notes down.
So that just leaves me then huh? Alastor thought to himself as he, much like Lorcan, was going over exactly what was wrong with that ship flying at all none the less as well as it did. Stepping up to be taken notice he gave the white haired fellow a curt nod. "Agent Alastor Zingari, Division Director of the Exo-Armored Division. A pleasure."
This was certainly an eclectic bunch of individuals, Vincent thought as they all introduced themselves. First there was the woman with the tail, Lupin, that was certainly interesting. The Lycanthrope they had mentioned? Then Loki, Prince of Asgard. Royalty then? Lovely, he knew the burden that carried all too well. Hazel, a cook! Delightful! Vincent did so love to cook, perhaps there would be room for conversation in that regard? The lady Herron was short and curt but her voice carried no disinterest, military, very military.
Then Thera, the Guardian, she was of interest, she radiated vibrantly in the Force, moreso even than the Prince, and the two seemed intermingled somehow. The Lorcan fellow seemed rather disinterested in the entire situation, eyes and mind on Tank's freighter than diplomacy. So disinterested that he seemed to miss the irony in announcing being a member of a secret service whatever the British was. Then the Zingari fellow, interesting eyes his, not the concentrated look no, the colour, odd for baseline human. Of course there was also the Deputy Director, shant forget her, proper she was, reminded him so much of his mother in tone. Rigid, formal, commanding. He half expected the black hair to be dyed.
Vincent bowed his head again, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Vincent Mikaru a Diplomatic Envoy in accompany to Master Tank. You may all call me Vincent, as I would subject none of you to the true honorific."
Maria nodded, a glace flicking to the ramp expecting the Jedi himself to appear soon. "You may call me Agent Hill, if you wish."
Vincent nodded, "As you wish Agent Hill. Master Tank will be along momentarily. There was an, issue, in our atmospheric entry and something has affected the ships sensors. He is trying to repair the issue so that we do not have another near collision with anything." He sighed, "I had suggested we bring my vessel, which is more, diplomacy appropriate, but the Order insisted on using one of their own. I apologize."
She avoided grinning at the reality of a Jedi vessel having a technological malfunction, and mostly avoided internally fangirling about there being a Jedi vessel right in front of her. "Ours not to reason why?"
"Perhaps but as a spoiled rich boy I reserve the right complain." He stepped forward off the ramp, finally setting foot on Earth and looked around. "Very nice planet you have here. Weather is nice too."
She eyed him, huddled in her coat and freezing, and wondered what his planet must be like for him to love the weather here. "Glad you approve."
"So Agent Hill." He turned to her and clasped a had behind his back. "Will you be bringing anything along with you, equipment wise? There were allocations for armor, weapons, standard gear your people use. So long as you didn't plan on using them without just cause anyway. If so I would like to help move the gear on board."
"We did each bring a single bag of clothes and necessities." She motioned to an orderly stack off to the side. "And I am bringing various electronics to see how they react in an alternate universe. They are all in my bag." She shrugged a shoulder indicating the bag slung crossways over her torso and resting between her shoulder blades. "The Guardian is bringing various bits of the planet with her, she needs them with her at all times.
"Interesting." He raised an eyebrow and looked out over the others in the group, and the wide array of emotions they were all radiating. "We had expected other gear to be brought along, but if this is as you have chosen then we shall abide." He pulled out his time piece and opened it, looking at the holographic time projection. "Again I apologize for Master Tank's tardiness, but truth be told he's much more comfortable doing what he's doing than being a diplomat."
"He can join the club," she muttered, "we have badges."
"Really? Are they iron on or do they require sewing? I'm capable of both of course but it's nice to know."
She did grin then. "They're more metaphorical badges, but I'll keep it in mind."
"Aw, I was sort of hoping for a souvenir." He gave a half shrug and looked back up the ramp. "Next time, I fly myself…"
Episode I: Saber & SHIELD (by kahniceay0)
Episode I: Saber & SHIELD (by kahniceay0)
Things likely to be seen in the RP. Vincent's personal...
Vincent's Fighter
The Fighter's modified Quad Cannons
Vincent's lightsaber
Vincent's Yacht
Things likely to be seen in the RP.
- Vincent's personal fighter, the Ivory Dagger
- Vincent's lightsabers
- Vincent's personal yacht.
Intro Post
WELCOME TO THE (most likely temporary) Blog of Vincent Mikaru. Coming up in the SHIELD tumblr verse is a Crossover trip to the Star Wars verse, I, the mun of AgentZingari, will also be playing my SW character Vincent Mikaru for the purpose of the RP. Feel free to follow, but don’t expect it to be very active, and follow backs will come form my main blog. Enjoy!
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