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"I heard something about it..." Cyril paused. "But for some reason the Archive keepers wouldn't let me dig deeper into the story."

Cyril found a bunk while he was talking and jumped in it. He had nothing with him except his cloths and weapons, and a few other things he kept on his person at all times, no bags.

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Val stood by one of the bulkheads, looking out the window at the ground dropping away. "Not me," she said in response to Tiln's question. Flying something as bulky as this was more of a job than a pleasure - which was why she was glad that she wasn't doing it.

Flipping down a jumpseat from the wall, she strapped the crash webbing over her waist and shoulders. "We'll be making a hyperspace jump shortly," she reminded her fellow Jedi. "I prefer not to have my brains splattered all over the wall."

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Cyril walked in and took the co-piolit's seat.

"I don't have much flying experience outside of my starfighter but I'll do what i can." he offered.

He looked over the controls. he was pretty sure he knew what at least half of them did... or at least he hoped so.

"Well, I guess I gota learn to fly these things sometime." he muttered softly to himself, grabbing the controls infront of him and doing his best to fulfill his obligations as copiolit.

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Dol tossed his meagear amount of supplies down onto a bunk. When the question of who was going to pilot this tub, the Kel Dor simply shook his head. He was a horrible pilot of anything but a Delta 9 and even that took him a long time to master.

So he simply sat in the lounge and waited for the time when he would be needed.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

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"You would think they would at least send us someone who knew how to control this thing." Cyril said aloud, mostly to himself as he grabbed the controls and helped guide this ship, as much as he could.

He looked over the controls another time. He held steady on the co-piolit's yoke as they headed towards outer space. "I've never seen a ship with so many controls." he commented dryly.

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Dwyn silently walked over the the designated ship, listening to the conversation. Some things said were very interesting, like the mysteriousness about the dark side. As an Anzati, he tended to use little bits of it now and then, but he was careful not to let the Jedi Council know that. They suspect it, of course, but they have no proof, since Dwyn is a master of many deceptions. But that was exactly the reason that he wasn't a master. He was probably deemed unstable or unsafe, or somethign else to that likeness.

Flying starfighters were like eating pie -the kind that he liked- to Dwyn. Flying this big monstrosity, though... Dwyn would rather leave that job to someone else. He wasn't safe around big ships. If he flew it, there would be a safet issue. He was content that someone else besides him volunteered.

He spoke for the first time in a form of a question important to him, "Did you get assigned here, or did you volunteer?"

sry i cant come on on weekdays, so... =)

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Dwyn silently walked over the the designated ship, listening to the conversation. Some things said were very interesting, like the mysteriousness about the dark side. As an Anzati, he tended to use little bits of it now and then, but he was careful not to let the Jedi Council know that. They suspect it, of course, but they have no proof, since Dwyn is a master of many deceptions. But that was exactly the reason that he wasn't a master. He was probably deemed unstable or unsafe, or somethign else to that likeness.

Flying starfighters were like eating pie -the kind that he liked- to Dwyn. Flying this big monstrosity, though... Dwyn would rather leave that job to someone else. He wasn't safe around big ships. If he flew it, there would be a safet issue. He was content that someone else besides him volunteered.

He spoke for the first time in a form of a question important to him, "Did you get assigned here, or did you volunteer?"

sry i cant come on on weekdays, so... =)

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(Sorry, just wondering because it is unclear to me. Who is your question directed towards?)

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Val shrugged and freed herself from the crash webbing. She'd been under the impression that the shuttle was under the control of an autopilot - a reasonable assumption for a high-tech vehicle.

Turning slightly, she settled into a more comfortable position and answered Dwyn's question. "Assigned." The Jedi shrugged. "I've done a few BlackOps, SpecOps assignments before - I know my way around." A grin crept into the corner of her mouth. "Of course, I might have volunteered anyway. It's much more entertaining to destroy enemy assets than establish surveillance."

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Cyril looked back, hoping he could get away without having to answer that question. After all it wasn't the best thing to distract a pioltet... or a co-piolet.


He focused on the controls and did his part as the ship headed towards outerspace.

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[color=orange]"Assigned also." Tiln answered shortly trying insanly to keep clear of sky scrapers. Once free of the buildings he relaxed and explained, "The council likes to make their own choices.... why did they pick me? Not a clue. I'm good at cracking wise and drinking. Maybe that's why I got put on this thing in the first place... to be rid of me. Anyway," he turned and looked back to Val, "Go ahead and strap in. You too Cyril, were going to take the brunt of it since were in the front. If you close your eyes and think of a happy place it should feel somthing to the effect of a message...."[color]

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