"We all need to relax this will probably be the last time we can speak freely, we have had our separate Jedi Masters teaching us however strict they may have been, the Grand Republic Officer Corp will probably not tolerate any shenanigans. Suffice to say I'm just getting it out of my system."

"Come now," Soryn says with a light tone, "We've all just been in hyperspace aboard a rather spartan ship for a little too long. It's a good thing we'll be reaching our destination soon, I think we could all do with some fresh air." Spreading his hands wide, he continues, "One wonders what you have all learned in your time at the Temple? Does anyone have any stories that will fill the time before we arrive?"

Tessrah kept her eyes narrowed. "yes, but we are still able to command just the same as our masters to a degree. I have spent enough time in the war to know how to lead soldiers into combat. Please excuse my impatience with the situation but I am not a fan of space travel and small spaces. I have always lead by example when my master has given me the ability to make decisions on a battlefield. However I know that the reason I'm here reflects my past success and failures." Tessrah removed the covering of her rear lekku and turned to show it to the other padawans. There was a long scar that showed a devastating past gash strait down the middle of her lekku. She turned and replaced the cover.

"I've seen first hand what can happen if you let your guard down. I do not intend to let another instance occur a second time. "

Dera resists the urge to sigh at the sudden outbreak of pessimism. "If there's a problem, we'll hear of it soon enough. Until we have evidence one way or the other, it's best we don't become frantic. Or we'll make mistakes, as surely as if we were oblivious to the threat." More quietly, she adds, "I meant what I said about relying on each other. If there is a threat, we will handle it together."

She raises her voice again. "That sounds like a fine idea, Soryn. Do you have one to share, or shall one of us start?"

"I have a few, yes. And since it was my suggestion, manners dictate that I should potentially embarrass myself first," he replies, looking toward the black haired human and noting again the scars on her left cheek. Continuing without missing a beat, the Pau'an says, "Early in my days on Corsucant I was tasked with something simple by Master Jocasta Nu, the head Librarian. She had asked me to fetch her some light refreshments as she worked on some project or other, so being the diligent student I am, I headed to the dining hall and asked the students staffing it to provide me with something befitting her," he pauses here, checking to see if the other Padawans are engaged and wondering if any of them had heard of this ill fated errand already.

"I assumed that they, being good students too, would give me something adequate, and did not question the platter and cup they gave me. So I returned to Master Nu, and sat nearby reading a treatise on Herglic customs as she ate. Suddenly she stood and rushed off. I paid it no mind, assuming she was late for something else." The dark red fabric of his cloak shifts and Soryn fidgets with his hands, suddenly finding it difficult to recount the last part of the story. "It was not until the next day I found out that Master Nu had been the victim of a prank, involving medicine for... Refresher difficulties... When she called me into her office and demanded an explanation. In spite of my ignorance, and more importantly, innocence, I received punishment in the form of shelving and cleaning one thousand holodocuments."

Dera laughs softly. "I think I heard about that, yes." She traces a finger along one of her scars. "I'll go next—and I suppose I'll start with the obvious."

She clears her throat. "I was ten years old when I got these. There was another youngling who I had somewhat of a rivalry with—I forget what caused it, but we'd been trying to one-up each other for years. So we'd been working on saber practice recently, and, well... I think you can see where this was going."

Her expression becomes somewhat sheepish. "He challenged me to a duel—well, to what a ten-year-old youngling's idea of what a duel is like. I shouldn't have accepted, but I did. So, the next night, we snuck out to the Temple gardens. I believe the thought process was that using one of the training rooms would be 'too obvious.'" She smiles wryly. "There are two very important things about this: one, it was dark, and, two, there was an unusually tall tree. But we went out there, and we did as much of the proper ceremony as we could recall—and I started losing. Badly."

Dera pauses for a moment, shaking her head. "So I had the bright idea to climb the tree. That part worked quite well—I got up there easily enough. But it was dark, and I'd deactivated my training saber to free up a hand for climbing. He climbed up after me, of course, with his own saber deactivated. We groped around in the dark for a bit before we found each other, and then he quite accidentally shoved me off the tree."

She smiles again, mostly out of exasperation at her younger self. "That's when I discovered how sharp some of those branches were. I plummeted through the branches for a few moments—and then stopped completely. As it happens, Master Velec Naura likes to meditate in the garden at night. He certainly wasn't expecting a youngling to come tumbling down on top of him.

"So, Dera continues, "he looks up at me and asks, 'Now where are you going in such a hurry?'"

She chuckles. "And that is the thoroughly embarrassing story of how I met my master."

Tessrah enjoyed listening to the stories and she had one of her own. "I'm afraid I have a bit of a embarrassing one myself. I was with my master on a mission to find a spice runner. Normally not a problem for a jedi with her padawan except for where this runner went to hide. My master is a Mirialan so explains my attire for she tried very hard to shape me in her ways but we compromised on wearing an uncomfortable black dress but I'm diverging from the story. We needed to get inside the compound that the spice runner ran to for protection and we needed to use discretion." Tessrah walked over to the rooms small desk computer as she pulled out a data stick and began to pull something up. "the compound was a smugglers den for your medium time criminals and they had weapons to back it up so we devised a way to get him outside of it." she cleared her throat momentarily. "I have a very good voice, in fact so good of one we passed me off as a bit of entertainment." she pressed a button and some music played Tessrah began to sing a few bars.

She stopped and spoke again. "I had done so well that the entire host of scum and villainy wanted me back the following day. Suffice to say our little distraction work a little too well. My master was able to sneak in locate our little smuggler and get out without a hitch. Unfortunately for me my master said that it would be nice to leave on good terms with the den of black sun so I ended up spending the next week performing for them wearing the most ridiculous thing." Tessrah punched up a holo on the desk and it showed a slightly younger her scantily clad in a dress that could barely be called that. "my master of course found a way to encourage me to wear something more modest in the future."

Shad chuckled at the stories then took a step forward "i guess it's my turn to share an embrassing moment. I was on mission with my master on a backwater planet, and we were investigating some thefts. My master needed to check the cantina manager's office, without him noticing, but the cantina that evening was full of people so he needed a distraction. There was circle with a makeshift ring for some wrestling matches, so i volunteered to go and fight to distract the people. Well, i went , partially underessd because that was the rule, and strated brawling with a Twi'lek farmhand. The fight was going quite well, when i slipped on the floor, which was wet with spilled drinks and crashed on the side of the ring. That part of the rign was made with barrells of juma juice and i happened to break one, and got all soaked with juice. i was trying wot get up, dripping, and people roared with laughter....and before i could stand a group of four dog pups jumped on me and started licking the juice off. THe whole cantina was laughing and hollering, and it took me 10 minutes to get out of that ring. Master's infiltration in the back office was a success, but i smelled of juma juice for 3 days after. And i won't mention the giggles i got from everyone in the streets!"

The familiar shift from hyper to realspace was welcoming, even as it interrupted the padawon's conversation. The forward window filed with the orange disk of Arda I.

Far less welcoming was the burst of sepratist red lasers striking the corvette's shields. As battle alarms go off, one of the two sepratist frigates turn away from a bombardment of Arda Base's shield to engage the smaller republic ship. The counsular ship begins evasive maneuvers, but they'd emerged from hyper below the attacking ships, and after a moments hesitation, the corvette dove toward the surface, using the planet's gravity to try to open the range.

As the alarms start, Dera snaps into action. "Everyone!" she calls out, hoping to cut through the sudden chaos. "Follow me! We need to get as many people to the escape pods as possible before we hit the planet!" She steps to the doorway and presses the button, causing the door to slide open with a hiss. "And we need to be quick, because we're going down fast!"

"Well I wasn't expecting Fireworks." Kor pauses standing up from his bunk. "I'll head over to engineering see if I can help down there if we get hit badly." Without hesitation Kor bolts to the engine room.

Tessrah rapped her knuckles on the desk. "Kor please do what you can for the engine. Derra that is a bit premature come with me to the command deck. You others you know what you are skilled in, go there and assist the crew."


She stood up giving a more commanding presence."this is a war my fellow padawans we do not fear this. "

Dera grits her teeth in irritation. "And what are we supposed to do on the command deck? This is not our ship, Tessrah, and we're going into the gravity well no matter what. Whatever authority we've had before, we'd only get in the way on the bridge." She shakes her head. "Besides that, we need to stay together! Follow me or don't, but scattering will do us no good." She steps through the door, hoping that the other Padawans will follow her. "I'm going to check the other bunkrooms on this level. Anyone who wants to help, come with me."

Suppressing a sigh, Soryn notes the exchange between the other Padawans before following Dera. "From stories around the fire to being under fire like in all the best stories, eh? This is one of the many reasons I am so glad to be away from the Temple." The Pau'an falls into stride with the human girl, gauging that an uncontrolled descent would feel a lot less pleasant than the current course they were on. "Shall I take the left side, and you the right, Dera?"

"Good plan, Soryn." Dera nods, and goes for the first door on the right, pressing the button to open it.

Tessrah sighed "Dera, I was under the impression you had skills that help others in combat and the command crew could use those abilities. We can benefit ourselves by helping them but by all means...run."

Tessrah heads quickly to the command deck,

"Tessrah's right. At the very least, we need to make sure that the other crew members have time to evacuate. I'm going to head down to command too," said Nimara, gesturing for Pouncer to follow him. The clamberwolf, without a moment's hesitation, kept stride with Nimara as he followed Tessrah to the command deck.

"Calm down, people. We're not crashing. At least it doesn't seem so. I think these are evasive manouevers and we're diving to make it planetside as quickly as possible. If we were to abandon the ship the captain would have issued the order, no?. But we can still offer our aid to the crew. I can go to the medbay and see if they need help, i'm quite handy with a medpack.Does anyone have a map of the ship?"

"Well I wasn't expecting Fireworks." Kor pauses standing up from his bunk. "I'll head over to engineering see if I can help down there if we get hit badly." Without hesitation Kor bolts to the engine room.

The distance to engineering was the length of the ship, but Kor reaches engineering the same time the rest of the jedi reach the lift to the command level. Nothing seems to be on fire yet, though the 4 clone engineers are absorbed in managing the ships systems to keep any fires from starting. He can hear an open comm line keeping the engineers infomed on bridge chatter.

As the rest of the jedi reach the bridge, the other 5 crew juggle the tactical situation.

"Nav, do you have anything yet?"

"An old canyon's the best I got sir, sending now."

"Got it sir, good track, pullup in 20 secs"

"Sir! Hyenas!"

"I see them. Engineering! We're about to get missiles coming." Noticing you entering the bridge, the clone commander nods. "We've got some Gs coming up in a few seconds, Commanders, suggest you brace yourselves."

Copilot check: 3eA+2eD 1 success, 2 threat

Pilot check: 3eA+1eD+2eC 0 successes, 2 threat

The ship suddenly nosed up, repulsorlifts straining, the ground approaching far too quickly. the canyon seemed to leap out at you, but one of the corvette's engine pods clips the canyon wall, sending sparks flying across engineering as the ship levels out, zooming down a canyon at full throttle.

Tessrah found a railing and held onto it she saw the commander had his crew working well and she wasn't needed to give orders. She looked to the other padawan(s) who followed. "see what you can do about those missiles, maybe you can spoof their guidance. I can probably assist our pilot if we do not have one."

+2 boost to assist either job if anyone asks.

Shad reaches for a handle just as he feels the ship pull up and brace himself, but that doesn't stop him from being shaken around be the ship movements. he manages to remain standing though. He stepsovers to the ecm console and asks the operator "Do you need a hand with those missiles? i can try to jam their sensors while you launch countermeasures"

Tessrah struggles to a sensor station and begins using sensors to help navigate to Arda base.

Shad reaches for a handle just as he feels the ship pull up and brace himself, but that doesn't stop him from being shaken around be the ship movements. he manages to remain standing though. He stepsovers to the ecm console and asks the operator "Do you need a hand with those missiles? i can try to jam their sensors while you launch countermeasures"

The Comms clonetrooper moves aside, pointing out the Hyena Droid Fighter/Bombers on sensors and the layout of the panel, assisting for a blue die or with 3 stat. (remember black from disorient)

Tessrah struggles to a sensor station and begins using sensors to help navigate to Arda base.

Navigation has the planetary map up and is more than willing to have your help Plotting the Course, as the relatively straight section you're in right now doesnt stay straight for long.

"Alright so point me to the probl.." Kor is interrupted as the ship stalls loosing his Balance. After regaining his footing jot looks at the freshly damaged engine "Well that answers that. Soldier hand me some tools let me see if I can fix this!" The Clone engineer hands Kor what he is holding as Kor inspects the damage.

Mechanics Check (Crit): 1eP+2eA+1eD+1eS 1 success, 1 advantage

"That should hold, now let's see about putting out some fires boys, let's get to work."

"Ok let's see how they like jamming" Shad starts flicking switches and pressing buttons