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Post by The Ghost of J3Carlilse on Mar 23, 2005 3:03:37 GMT
A rip in space opens allowing a ship exit hyperspace over the green planet of Orderon. The ship lowers down into the city of Iziz on autopilot. upon landing an old man walks off the ramp as it lowers to the ground, as he exits the ship, he runs his hands through his thin white hair, wishing for his hat. he looks aobut and finds a war torn landscape, not what he was expecting to find from what he saw in the ships databanks, but also knew it would only help him find help. The old man walks through the destroyed streets, of what he prasumed was a once marvel of a city wondering when he would meat someone able to help.
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 23, 2005 7:37:01 GMT
*She walks away from the hospital tent and across the streets. She sees a man walking along and he seems out of place. Wearily she walks up to him.*
"Sir, can I help you?"
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Post by The Ghost of J3Carlilse on Mar 23, 2005 7:54:05 GMT
The aged man looks the worn out younger woman, a smile apears on his face and he then responds
"I do beleive you can, I need to find my home, Ashla. prohaps you have heard of it
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 23, 2005 7:56:33 GMT
*She thinks.* "I don't believe I have. What region of the galaxy is it from?"
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Post by The Ghost of J3Carlilse on Mar 23, 2005 8:02:13 GMT
"I do not know, I did not kow there were others in the galaxy, until some dosib Bogans came and burnt down my cinegog."
OOC: Usstan orn kl'ae fol ilythiiri wiles vel'drav ezual myar wiles
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 23, 2005 8:09:17 GMT
OOC: *Hes'thar* Tenu. Dos detholar biu xanalress ulu xun nindol.
*She looks at him carefully.* "Perhaps we should take a visit to the library here in the palace. There might be some records that could aid you in your search."
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Post by The Ghost of J3Carlilse on Mar 23, 2005 8:12:47 GMT
with a slight look of suprise, the old man replies
"The Palace? You can just enter it at will, is this common amoung your people?"
OOC: Ke, Usstan orn naut inbal ulu eszak bauth lodias ikkask uns'aa naut ulu telanth myar wiles, lu' ol loren jiole
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 23, 2005 8:16:45 GMT
*She lets out a little laugh.* "Forgive me. Let me introduce myself properly. I am Kyra...Kyra Maans, queen of Onderon. I'm afraid your timing is not the best. There seems to be some unrest."
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Post by The Ghost of J3Carlilse on Mar 23, 2005 8:23:31 GMT
Bowing in respect to the womans title, the old man then puts out his hand in greating
"Forgive me, but I am usure as to my own name, but I do know I am from Ashla, and that I was a preacher of peace, in the ways of Bendu."
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 23, 2005 8:29:17 GMT
*She smiles at the man.* "There is no need to apologize. Come, let's see what we can find out."
*She turns and heads for the Sky Ramp.*
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Post by The Ghost of J3Carlilse on Mar 23, 2005 8:32:53 GMT
The old man follows the queen to the Sky Ramp silently, running his hands through his hair quite often.
"I dont mean to sound like an old man, but I hope its not to far, my poor old bones dont work as wll as in the past"
OOC Dos orn naut ragar jalbol bauth l' tresk'ri, ol zhah natha tresk'ri nindel uriu er'griff tlus visit natha stath draevalen, lu' usbyr riluss zexen'uma gaer, xor tois p'los do'bauthin
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 23, 2005 8:33:49 GMT
*She slows her pace and clasps her hands behind her.* "It isn't much further. I promise. So for how long have you been trying to find your home?"
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Post by The Ghost of J3Carlilse on Mar 23, 2005 8:38:50 GMT
"I am unsure as to how long it has been, after killing those Bogan, I passed out on their ship, and then I found myself drifting over a large planet that was compleatly a city, I was there for little over a week, and I just got here"
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Mar 23, 2005 8:42:19 GMT
*They reach the palace doors and she pauses. She turns to him seeing his weariness.*
"Do you wish to pause here? There are some benches to rest yourself on."
*Her concern for his wellbeing is evident in her words.*
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Post by The Ghost of J3Carlilse on Mar 23, 2005 8:44:50 GMT
"No, I can rest when we get to your library. I may not sem it, but I have much in the way of battle conditioning that lets me push out the pain"
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