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Post by jmcmatt on Mar 23, 2007 23:24:05 GMT -8
Colonol Mithowan Delovar's personal starfighter/transport, modified to serve durring EpSquad missions. It is a KR-TB "Doomtreader," hence the name.  |
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Post by jmcmatt on Apr 17, 2007 12:25:18 GMT -8
Mithowan walked up the loading ramp after his caper in the cantina, and locked and sealed the ramp behind him. He found his way to the cockpit, where he waited patiently for clearance from spaceport control to leave. When they finally gave the go-ahead, he lifted the large ship up and out of the sunken pit on its repulsors, gently gliding out of the city limits. When he was about 20 kilometers away, he activated the sublight engines and took off through the atmosphere.
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Post by jmcmatt on Apr 17, 2007 20:10:21 GMT -8
After leaving the atmosphere, Mith plotted a course for Coruscant, sat back for a minute thinking about the girl in the cantina, and how he'd never get to see her again. He realized that he had very little room for women in his line of work, and pulled the hyperdrive lever. As the stars sleeted back and gave way to the blue-ish tunnel of hyperspace, Mithowan went to the crew quarters for a well earned nap.
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Post by jmcmatt on Apr 17, 2007 20:28:43 GMT -8
When he woke up, Mithowan still had over a standard day to spare. He decided to spend a few hours training with himself, and then work on minor repairs. After he was done, he took one last nap, and the realspace reversion alarm awoke him. He walked to the refresher, and made it to the cockpit before the reversion. He strapped himself into his grav-couch, and sighed as he came out of hyperspace. He contacted the ground control in the Imperial Palace landing bays, and got clearance to land. He pulled into his assigned bay and got out, heading towards his commanders office.
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Post by jmcmatt on Apr 18, 2007 7:01:29 GMT -8
Mithowan walked back up the boarding ramp, trying to decide what to bring along. When in noncom situations he generally only wore a black jumpsuit, with a hold-out blaster and his nightblade. He walked to his cabin and found two spare jumpsuits, 2 hold out blasters, his nightblade, a commlink, and a variety of personal effects. He striped down and stepped into the sonic shower, letting the soundwaves wash the dirt and sweat off his body. He stepped out and got dressed in an olive green, military jumpsuit, one he would wear under his nobles robes. He trimmed his hair and shaved his face, and then packed his travel gear into a compression bag. The bag squeezed all of the air out, leaving his equipment less than 16 centimeters thick and about 20 wide and long. He grabbed the bag and left the ramp, heading for his new mission.
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Post by jmcmatt on Jun 8, 2007 0:18:22 GMT -8
Mithowan walked up the boarding ramp, reluctant to take off. He'd never thought he'd miss someone so badly in such a short period of time. It took him longer than this to start missing his parents this much. No sense in moping. Mithowan ran through the start-up sequence, preparing for flight. He let his co-pilot driod handle it as he went back to his cabin to catch a quick sonic shower and slip on a fresh, clean jumpsuit. By the time he was back, the sequence was almost done, so he settled into his grav-couch and put on his crash webbing, waiting for clearance from orbital control. When he finally recieve clearance, he lifted off the landing pad on repulsors and drifted upwards. When he was reasonably clear of buildings, he initiated his sublight drives and went sailing off to orbit. He had no idea where he was going, but he felt led somewhere. It was an odd feeling, but he had plenty of free time, so he decided to run with it. He let go of his fingers, and they automatically punched in a heading. 7-9-0 and 5-2-9. He cross checked it with his navicomputer, and it came across as clear space straight out of the galaxy. A perfectly clear path. The chances of finding a straight path out of the galaxy, especially from the Core, was about as unlikely as finding a bantha in the Mon Calamari ocean. Without giving it a second though, Mithowan pushed the recessed hyperdrive initiation pad.
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Post by jmcmatt on Jun 12, 2007 0:08:05 GMT -8
Mithowan walked up the boarding ramp with his new prize, the sudden onset of artificial gravity disorienting him for a few moments. He closed the ramp and let the pressure get equalized to his ships atmosphere before setting down the rock on a small bench and taking off his pressure suit. After a liberal amount of stretching, Mith got some gloves out of a storage locker in the far corner, and used them to carry the section of rock into the main hold where he had a work bench with a scanner set up. He gently placed the disk of rock under the scanner and noticed a wierd striating circle, equal with the anomoly. After identifiying the location of the non-rock, Mith reached over to the mounted plasma torch and brought it to bear on the rock. 30 minutes and a pile of home-made magma later, Mithowan was holding an oddly shaped chunk of crimson crystal in a pair of grippers.. After leaving it in a cooling unit for a few minutes, and cleaning off his workbench, Mith reached into the cooler and pulled the crystal back out with the grippers, and sat it back under the scanner. Mithowan got up and walked to the refresher after realizing he'd felt the need to use it for abour an hour.
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By the time he got back, the scanner had finished and text was soflty flashing on the read-out.
Structure: Crystaline.
Classification: Kaiburr.
Radioactive: Negative.
Toxic: Negative.
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Mithowan walked over to his Holonet uplink, and searched the HNet for information regarding his kaiburr crystal. It took a minute to relay his query, seeing as he was hundreds of lightyears from the nearest relay station. After a few minutes of staring at the swirling pattern of the 'processing request' distractor, a soft beep let him know his information had arrived. He reached into the hologram and draged a box open, displaying his Military-only information archive access. According to the Coruscant database, the kaiburr crystal was a long-forgotten artifact from the planet Mimban. The god Pomojema was said to have used the crystal to heal wounded, but as the old Jedi Order found out, Pomojema was simply a Force-sensative man. The kaiburr crystal was supposedly able to increase a Force-sensatives abilities a thousandfold, but it lost power the farther from Mimban it got. Beyond the Circarpous Major system, the crystal had little to no power. Mithowan figured that as far out as he was, he'd be lucky if the crystal had enough power to filter light. As he was preparing to go back to his work bench, he noticed the specifications that the database had. The kaiburr crystal was supposed to be more than 60 centimeters in diameter. This crystal is only a centimeter or so across...
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Mithowan left the database open and walked to his workbench. He sat down and stared at the crystal, wondering where the rest of it went. He decided that if his scanner said that it wasn't harmful, it probably wasn't, so he reached out and picked it up with his bare hand. As soon as his fingers grabbed on to it, he was glad he was sitting down. A stange buzz sensation ran across his hand and up his arm, and he got an odd tingling in the back of his throat. He felt his eyes close as the ship started to spin, and he reached out to steady himself. He grasped desperately for the bench, but when he opened his eyes he realized that he only grabbed the hydrospanner. Telekinetically. Recoiling in shock, Mithowan jerked his hand back, and the hydrospanner flew across the room and hit the wall behind him. Mith closed his eyes again, but this time he could still see. No, not see. Feel. He could feel the ship around him, feel the asteroid beneath him, and feel the thousand of silicone based life-forms spread through-out it. The suddenness of the new feeling left him reeling, and he passed out.
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Post by jmcmatt on Jun 22, 2007 9:06:06 GMT -8
Mithowan awoke. Still feeling woozy, he looked at the chronometer on the wall, and realized he'd been unconscious for all of two minutes. He slowly pulled himself back onto the bench at his workbench, and looked at the crystal in his hand. He sat it down lightly on the table, and the sensation, the new sense of feeling, didn't go away. He got up and walked to his Holonet uplink, and stopped halfway there. He looked around, trying to figure out what else was different. He was hungry, that's what. With a startled flinch, he realized that he was having trouble focusing. Well, he thought. Not focusing, but keeping my focus on one thing. He'd spent the first part of his military career going through rigorous training programs to teach him to keep his mind focused, clear of distractions, and locked down from mental influence. Now, it was like those mental barriers had crumpled, and he could use his full intellect, and open his mind to abstract possibilities. He'd hadn't had much experience with his newfound ability, seeing as how he'd only thought about a nerfloaf sandwich, but it was almost instinctual. He didn't have to think about it, he knew it. It was a nice feeling, having a open mind. Realizing that his ships security camera had just recorded 3 minutes of hmself staring in to nothing, he continued walking to the uplink station. He sat down in the plasteel chair and noticed, for the first time, how uncomfortable it was. Pushing the thought from his mind, he began to search for anything he could think of that would relate to his "experience."
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