"Yes, I did. But not by my self, I had the help of my Clan's Nau'ur Kad Kylar. What's the basic word, forge master that's it. My Clan's forge master helped me forge the beskar that runs through Mandalore into my armor." Tiberius tells Muu, "I made it after my Clan," This is just a second of hesitation before Tiberius continues, "Resuced me from the pirates that had kidnapped me." He says. "Hard to believe it has been seventeen years from the day we went to Illum to forge our sabers, what have you been doing?"

" The workmanship is impressive ", Muu would listen to Tiberius confirm the pirate kidnapping rumors. " I had no doubt when I would see Tiberius again I'd hear extraordinary tales of resilience! " with a playful grin. Muu would hear Tiberius's question and try to avoid any galactic politics involved in his response " My past seventeen years have primarily been focused on acts of galactic citizenry compassion. Master Zear has help strengthen my connection with the force. Oh, and.. she rather likes the outdoors so... I've got plenty of fresh air " playfully making it sound like a vacation. Muu would shift the subject to try include the other Pawadans. " Wish I could say shipyard command and production right about now. By chance is anyone familiar with shipyards? " curious if any of Jedi had experience for their duty assignment.

"Well the average pirtate is pretty weak. Its their numbers that allow them to win. But they didn't stand a chance against Clan Rook." Tiberius's hand eye twitches slightly as he remembered what he had done to help confirm to the Jedi that pirates had captured him. He remembered being on the small freighter looking for pirates. He rememmbered igniting his saber and helping his clan kill scores of pirates. He remebered the joy of battle, and the pleasure he had taken in killing. His time with his people had changed him from the boy in the Crystal Caves, into a true Mandalorian warrior. "I don't know, I think we have a pilot, and I can act as mechanic if needed. Do you think the ship will have a workshop?" He asks the group as a whole.

"H uuguughghg huurh uugggh. Aaahnruh wrrhwrwwhw huuguughghg raaaaaahhgh huuguughghg huuguughghg wuuh aarrragghuuhw"

On the topic of Tiberius:

Walden recognizes the voice, one that he hasn't heard in quite some time. "Long time, no see, indeed, Tiberius." he says. "Always good to see a friend in good health."

He had heard that Tiberius had been considered dead shortly before the start of the Mandalorian War before he reappeared, claiming that he had been imprisoned by pirates. Still, Walden always felt like something was off with the official explanation. His disappearance near the beginning of the Mandalorian Wars seemed more than just a coincidence...and Walden would have thought that the Council would have investigated deeper about his story.

But this was neither the time or place to ask about it, especially since Muu was trying to change the subject. What mattered most was that one of the group was back. And that was something that was sorely needed, for Walden was reminded of Quell: the only one so far that wouldn't be here anymore.

On the topic of Tiberius' Armor:

The white armor, a fusion of Mandalorian and Jedi armor, was definitely impressive. Walden agrees with Muu about it. "Looks to be great armor."

Still, the look of Mandalorian armor was something that Walden had an instinctive unease about. Sure, Walden had long accepted that day as an unfortunate incident that just happened, due mainly to Tiberius' words long ago. But traces are still there, and the Mandalorian Wars made it harder as the few Mandalorians he and Master Sellas encountered were more likely to stand and fight rather than surrender.

And when Tiberius hesitated for a second about where the armor came from, that made Walden feel some more unease.

On the topic of the past 17 years:

"Traveling the galaxy with my Master, performing some law enforcement and peacekeeping missions. With the Republic busy fighting the war, there needed to be someone keeping whatever peace remained stable. Kept both of us largely out of the war...with some exceptions. Those were quite the ride, sometimes. Also, I've been working on being a pilot, although I think Gunda has got me beat there."

On the topic of shipyards:

"I can't say I have tons of experience with shipyards, Muu." Walden says. "The times I've been to them, we were usually getting our transport repaired. Still, shipyards usually are full of warehouses, cranes, and lots of people working in spacesuits. There's places where guests can stay and enjoy themselves, so we don't have to worry about lodging. If it's Foerost, though, it's going to be huge. It needs to be if they're building capital ships."

On the topic of a workshop:

"With a ship that size being given to us, it should have one. It would be fun to tinker once in a while." Walden knew that one of the aspects of being a good pilot was to help with maintenance, something that he has been admittedly lacking on learning about. He knows that some of the group are much more adept than him in repair and maintenance, but it wouldn't hurt to learn at least something.

As the Padawans approach their ship, Master Vandar would turn to follow behind them, a small smile on his face as he sees their reactions. 'The vessel has already been filled with provisions ready for your journey. You have a long way to go to reach Foerost. With the hyper-drive in this ship, it will be almost three weeks travel, so I recommend you all consider ways to keep yourselves entertained'. He would maneuver himself to stand before the padawans once more. 'I'm afraid I must leave you know, I have council business to attend to. I suggest you make your farewells and prepare to depart as soon as you are ready. But first, I wish you the best with your travels, and your mission. Remain ever vigilant, and may the force be with you'. And with that, the diminutive figure would hobble away, back towards the temple. He left the masters and the padawans to finish their business before the padawans left on their journey.

Having said his goodbyes, Walden heads back to the room in the Enclave where he was staying. He picks up the utility belt that has served him well, the robes that he would wear on missions, the battered Jedi armor that has protected him, and one more thing: a coin with the symbol of the Republic on one side and a picture of a starfighter streaking across space on the other side. The words on its edges, worn out from age, are still legible: 36th Test Squadron on the top edge, and the word "Trailblazer" on the bottom.

It was a challenge coin, given to Walden by his father. Walden never figured out what it was for, but this was one of the few things he had of his family. Walden stared at it for a moment before gripping it within the palm of his hand and placing it inside a pocket in his utility belt.

After that, Walden grabbed a datapad that had several items on it: pilot tactics, starfighter instruction manuals, basic repair tips, some katas to practice, and guides to the sectors that Walden and Master Sellas had visited. Reading should keep Walden busy for a bit.

Before he left the room, Walden notices another datapad open and with a note. Reading it, Walden would see it was from Master Sellas, telling him that for a trip such as this, it'd be best to listen to some music with a request to play them while minding the possible desires of the others. A good variety of songs were on it, too.

Walden smiled in silence before grabbing that and heading back to the ship with the others.

Gunda passes the pilot that brought the ship to the landing platform as he walks towards the cockpit. The human, dressed in a uniform that identifies him as one of the pilots working for the Jedi Ordr, looks at Gunda with dismay. "Eh, are you going to be piloting the ship?" he manages to ask with a relatively well disguised look of pain on his face. "You are Gunda Poot, right?" the man continues. Gunda concludes that he might have heard of his reputation. And the numerous repair requests he has filed for the ships he's piloted in the recent years. Not that it's Gunda's fault his master chooses to overstay his welcome more often than not.

"I'm Gunda, yeah. Anything I should know about this lovely lady before I take her out for a spin?" Gunda replies to the pilot. "No, it's brand new but well tested, you shouldn't have any problems with it," the man replies. "But, you know, be careful with her, OK?"

The Dug grins. "Of course. I'll treat her as if she were my own," he replies before entering the cockpit. The pilot stands in the corridor for a few seconds. "I'm sorry," he says, even if he's alone there, running his finger over the panels of the wall before hurrying off the ship.

Gunda finds the cockpit and sits down in at the pilot's station. He flicks on a few switches, taking a moment to familiarize himself with the layout of the cockpit. He goes over the basic systems and specs to understand a little about the ship, and to give the others time to get on board. "No weapons, huh? We better not piss anyone off too much then. Perhaps we can find a couple of cannons in those shipyards nobody will miss," he mutters to himself.

He then flicks on some more switches, turning the ship's power from standby to full. As he sees the last Padawan enter the ship and the boarding ramp close up a huge grin spreads over his face. Gunda pushes a button and activates the intercom. "Everybody take a seat or hold on to something. Our departure might be a little rough," he says, without explaining why that might be. With clear skies and low winds there is nothing that anyone would think might cause a rough liftoff.

After giving his fellow Padawans a few moments to get settled he turns the engines to a third power for takeoff, turning the ship at nearly 90 degrees to the landing platform only a few meters above it before pushing the throttle for the engines as far as it will go with one swift motion and blasting off at speeds that are certainly not recommended and might just be illegal. He is pretty sure he managed to shower the masters waiting at the landing platform, waiting for the Padawans to leave, with enough dust to make their robes seem grey with the back blast from the engines. A thought that only widens the grin on the Dug's face.

The ships gravity generator struggles to keep up with the rapid acceleration and Gunda and his passengers are pushed into their seats as the ship powers away from the planet. Gunda mutters to himself as he watches the readouts for the ship's systems. "Oh, my darling, you can do better than that. Much, much better," he says to no one in particular. He then fiddles with the dials next to the throttle. The lights dim for a moment as he transfers power to the engines, thrusting everybody even deeper into their seats. A klaxon goes off, warning the pilot that the ship's passengers are now taking about 5G of thrust, enough to feel really uncomfortable, but not enough to pass out.

Gunda, having been raised on a high-gravity planet, hardly feels the pressure. The engines squeal in protests, but as the ship breaks out of the atmosphere, the Dug eases up a little while the coordinates for their destination are entered into the navigation computer. "Time to go," he says cheerfully as he pushes a lever, sending the ship into hyperspace.

The Dug stays in the cockpit for the first few hours, continuing to familiarize himself with the ship and its systems.

Gaze is halfway down the hallway with his few belongings when he hears the message from Gunda Poot about taking off. "Little rough?!" He cries out, voice a mixture of alarm and annoyance. "What the heck do you mean a little rou----aaaagggh!!" He is then spun sideways and flung against a bulkhead as the pilot kicks in the engines at full power. He bonks his head on a nearby sidepanel, and his bag goes skittering down the hallway like it was trying to escape. Gaze sits there on the floor for a few moments until the inertial dampers kick in, then rises, muttering to himself. "Razzum frazzum pilots always playing with their joysticks." He stomps over to where his bag ended up, reclaiming his possessions, and then proceeds to his berth to stow them away. Something you're supposed to have time to do BEFORE taking off, he thought darkly.

Gaze then settled onto his bunk, and waited for the trip to truly get underway, before doing anything else. Clearly with a pilot like this, you could never know.

Tiberius dropped his stuff off at his bunk and was on his way to the workshop when he heard Gunda on the comm and went flying off the ground and went flying into the wall behind him. "What the kriffing gundark." He muttered, "I hate hotshots." Before getting up off the ground and continuing on his way to the workshop where he pulled out his saber and meditating, his saber raised above his head and disassembled itself, he focused on the crystal. Tiberius felt its presence in the force, it reaching out to him and begging him to connect with it, and so Tiberius did. Connected with his crystal, he focused on bettering his connection with it and it became better.

Zoroku was one of the first few on board and was already situated when he heard a familiar voice on the intercom, ' That sounds like Gunda, it seems he has done well for himself.' Heeding the warnings given by the pilot he grabbed onto the guardrail that was next to him in the hallway. It was a quick takeoff and one that would have knocked Zoroku over if he had not braced himself for it. ' An energetic take off, very rough indeed.' Zoroku proceeded to the Archive when all was clear.

Walden makes his way back to the ship as soon as he gathered his items. Taking a bunk that was fairly close to the cockpit, Walden places his items in a corner for now.

"I'll fix it up later." he thinks. There was something else that grabbed his attention.

Walden heads to the cockpit and finds the seat on the right-hand side. As expected, Gunda is already on the left-hand seat, pressing buttons, pulling switches, and having a huge grin on his face.

"Guess pre-flight checks are done." Walden says jokingly while making sure the seat restraints are all set. If that grin meant something, it meant that Gunda was going full throttle.

And as soon as Gunda says his warning in the intercom, Walden was bracing himself for the sudden takeoff.

The strain of the G-forces was immense as Gunda kicked the thrusters to full. But this was a feeling that Walden remembered from long ago. And it was exciting.The extra kick of the engines only serves to make that feeling more vibrant.

As soon as Gunda levels off, Walden checks the instruments and readouts. The ship reads green on all accounts. Everything is fine.

Walden sets the coordinates for the jump: Core Worlds, Foerost system, Foerost. He enters them with time to spare and makes sure they jump in safety. After entering in, Walden watches Gunda push the lever.

Astrogation [To Foerost] : 3eA+1eD 1 success, 3 advantage

And then the jump to hyperspace happens.

Kataddik brings up the rear of the group, making sure all of the "kids" are on board, then hits the controls to raise the boarding ramp. When he hears Gunda over the comms, he cringes, and kneels down, securing his grip into the gating on the floor with his climbing claws, and anchoring himself as the ship blasts off at ludicrous speeds, promising to give the Dug an earful when this is over.

“Well, that was an exciting take-off.” Walden says to Gunda, still reeling a bit from the immense pressure the thrust gave. Indeed, most take-offs were peaceful. Walden waits for a moment, not sure if Gunda heard him.

“Best time to see if she’ll do well when we need her to,” the Dug replies, still grinning. “If she fails us now, we have time to get her repaired. If she fails us when we’re being pursued by pirates, I doubt they’d give us time for that.”

He looks at his fellow Padawan with an appraising look. “You fly?”

“Well…” Walden says, trailing off for a moment. “Technically, I’ve just been running through the simulators. Started getting cleared for fighters and freighters.”

Walden stops for a moment, trying to get some time to get a sentence going. “But this isn’t the first time I was in a cockpit, though. Got to fly a Dynamic over Serranos once. It wasn’t under an ideal situation, though.”

Gunda is still grinning. “Simulators. Useless. Well, not useless, but they won’t teach you what you need to know. You can only get good at this gig by flying for real. This girl isn’t hard to handle, and I don’t get much out of flying something her size, so I’m fine with you doing most of the work. If that’s what you want,” he says, hoping he hasn’t insulted Walden.

“The real deal is flying small snub fighters. That’s flying by reaction and instinct if you want to be good at it. But what happened over Serranos?” he asks, curious about Walden’s experiences thus far.

“Y-Yeah, if that’s okay with you.” Walden was surprised, since he thought that Gunda wouldn’t relinquish the pilot seat at all. But if he was willing, Walden would take it.

“As for Serranos, my master and I were tasked with talking to the planetary defense corps, since they had pirates hitting the trade routes around. The Republic wasn’t willing to send a fleet to help without confirmation, so we were sent it to confirm. The problem was that we found out the pirates that were raiding the trade lanes united and actually had enough ships to blockade half the planet. With battles raging on the other half, my master said that we’d take our chances getting through the blockade, since it was preferable to try and sneak through rather than get blasted.”

Walden continued on. “So, my master called in a favor from an old friend of his, a smuggler by the name of Nory Imiya. Guess those two got into an incident sometime in the past...Anyway, he agreed to help us get through the blockade. That was the first time I was on a Dynamic-class freighter. Think it was called the Terminal Velocity.”

“But seems like Nory made some enemies in Serranos...and he mistakenly left his comm channel in the open. So they heard us, and we got caught.”

“Luckily, Nory had his daughter, Kisa, on board with him. And she’s pretty good at hacking and blasting. We were put into the same cell, and decided to break out. So we broke out, freed Nory and my master, got our equipment back, and shot and slashed our way to their communications. We called the Republic to confirm the situation and made our way to the hangar, where we got on board and made our escape.”

“Unfortunately, Nory and my master was wounded in the escape, so it was up to us to fly the ship and man the guns. Kisa decided to take the turrets, since they were modified so that both work with one person. Meanwhile, I had the job of actually piloting.”

“It was a wild ride having to dodge fire from both turbolasers and snub fighters all around. Must have nearly collided with some meteoroids head-on and scrape the sides of some ships. We managed to take some fighters out together, but we got corralled into flying straight into a capital ship.”

“With nowhere else to go, Kisa and I decided if we were going to get spaced, we might as well go out with a bang. So we pumped as much firepower as we could. We must have hit something, though, because a few seconds later, we see small explosions everywhere before it goes up into a big fireball.”

“Turns out that the ship we blew up was the lead pirate’s ship. And so the Republic fleet came in to clear a disorganized mess, we solved Serrano’s problems, I got banned from flying the Terminal Velocity by Nory, and how my Master now hates flying. Oh, and how I got into starfighter training.”

Gunda laughs at Walden’s story. “That sounds like a day to remember! My master doesn’t mind me flying. He knows his limitations. Just like I couldn’t talk my way past a drunk Gran, he couldn’t get a ship out of space dock without scratching the paint job on both sides and losing at least one engine,” the Dug says. It is clear from his tone that he’s fond of his master, and for a moment he zones out thinking about him. About how he won’t be there to pull Gunda out of whatever trouble he’ll likely get himself into.

“So what do you think about this mission? I think there clearly has to be something they aren’t telling us. Why send all of us to babysit some shipyard? I mean, it’s a big shipyard, but it’s hardly something you want all of us guarding,” he says, his mind already on the future.

“Hmm, I agree on the fact that there’s something up.” Walden replies, nodding his head in agreement. “Sure, Foerost is the main shipyard for the Republic Navy, but I would think the Council would have been wiser to send our Masters there, instead. Maybe it’s another trial. Maybe one person can’t cover all the ground Foerost has. Who knows?” Walden sighs for a moment to catch his breath before talking.

“At least if there’s capital ships, there’s gotta be Aureks flying around. Maybe they’ll let you fly some for testing purposes.” Walden says, trying to get something positive out of the situation.

“Heh, I can only hope,” Gunda replies, his mood improving slightly at the prospect. While they talk, he busies himself getting to know the ship’s systems better, calling up information on the output and capacities of various systems.

“You know, this ship isn’t half bad,” he says after browsing for a while. “Give me a couple of dual-laser cannons and a missile launcher and I could grow to like her just fine. She is a little slow to dance around in a real dogfight, but she’s sturdy enough and has decent deflectors.”

“Definitely. And maybe they’ll let us keep a starfighter for more defense.” Walden says with a smile. “It’s gonna be nice, that’s for sure.”

“So,” Walden says to Gunda. “If you have the time, do you mind teaching me what you’ve learned about flying? I want to get better at it, that’s for sure. I love the thrill of flying...and it’ll be something that I can use to remember my mother and father a bit more.”

“You have a lifetime to spare?” Gunda says, still grinning. “I’ll help you, sure, but it takes a lifetime behind the stick to do what I do,” he says, not very modestly. For him this is a simple statement of fact, but it does sound arrogant to those who don’t know him well.

Only after speaking does the Dug catch what Walden said about his parents. “You, uh, remember your parents when you’re flying? Why is that? How old were you when you were ta… when you joined the order?”

“Heh, good thing I don’t mind taking that long.” Walden says with a grin before he catches what Gunda asks after. Walden falls silent before he takes out the challenge coin from his belt and stares at it. “My mother and father were test pilots for the Republic. Met in the same squadron, the 36th Test Squadron. The way I remember it, they met each other in an accident.” Walden fiddles with the coin while continuing to talk, eyes wandering off somewhere. “Eventually, they decided to retire and make a family together in Contruum. And they had me. For six years, it was a peaceful life.”

“Then, a couple of Mandalorians decided to raid the town where we lived. I was out of town when it happened, but some Mandalorians were walking out there too. Would have died if it wasn’t for Master Sellas…”

Walden sighs before taking a moment to continue on. “My mother and father were inside our house when they were killed. Plasma rocket, flew inside. They couldn’t tell them apart from the burning wreckage.”

He stops fiddling with the coin before raising it up high. “Without a place to go, Master Sellas took me in. This coin was my father’s...said it was a challenge coin, was used for drinks. Never figured out exactly how it worked. But it’s one of the last things I have about them. I figured, if I started flying, I’d be following in their footsteps. And I think that’s what they would have liked.”

“And you, Gunda?”

“Wow, that sounds pretty messed up,” Gunda says, the grin gone from his face. “My experience was a little different. I was almost a fully grown Dug when I met my master. He had been beaten up kind of bad, tortured for information, and was in a cell next to me. The Hutt had postponed my execution since his favorite pet had just eaten so it was sort of the will of the Force, if you get my drift. Eh, it’s a long story. But, the short version is; we got out, fled the system and my master told me I had a connection to the Force. Told me this was how I managed to outfly all the other racers even as an untrained kid. Felt crazy at the time, but here I am,” he tells Walden. It is clear he isn’t comfortable talking about this part of his life, at least not yet.

“I see. Sounds pretty messed up, too.” If Gunda wasn’t comfortable talking about it now, there was no need to press on. “Anyway, since we’re in hyperspace, I think it’s safe that one of us can go take a look at the ship and get our bunks prepped. If you want, I can manage here and you can get things sorted out. Unless you want to stay here and get deeper into the ship’s systems.”

“Yeah, you get yourself up to speed with the systems,” Gunda says, getting up. “I’ll go find a bunk. Somewhere close to the cockpit.”

“Alright, I’ll get started.” Walden sits down on the pilot’s seat and starts taking a look at the systems. “Hey, Gunda...thank you. And have fun with the rest of the ship.”

Kataddik bursts into the cockpit, furious at Gunda.

" Huuguughghg raaaaaahhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh aaaaahnr huurh huurh aaaaahnr?!!!! R aaaaaahhgh huurh uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh aaaaahnr huuguughghg huurh raaaaaahhgh uuh huuguughghg aarrragghuuhw!"

Gunda looks calmly at the enraged Wookiee, unused to seeing such rage in someone who belongs to the Jedi Order. "If this is enough to hurt some of you, even after a warning, perhaps you need to spend more time in the temple. The world is a dangerous place. I needed to see what the capabilities of the the ship are before we head off and this allowed me to catch a glimpse of what she can do."

The short Dug stares at the white-furred Padawan as he finishes making his point. "Now, may I suggest you calm down a little? This is not a behavior suitable for someone in your position."

Kataddik looks at the dug.

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"Really. Only in emergencies. Huh. It must say so in the pilot handbook. Someone might have forgotten to give me a copy," Gunda replies, a sly grin spreading across his rather unattractive face.

"Let's get one thing straight. There are no passengers on board. There is a group of Jedi Padawans on a mission on board. If they are good enough to be sent on a mission they are good enough to hold on to something for a few minutes."

"Now. You need to relax a little and let us fly the ship, unless you think you are more qualified to do so. If someone got thrown around by this maneuver they need to work on their reflexes and jump when the pilot tells them to jump. You must have had a very soft master if you get so upset over a little thing like this," he says, smiling, before brushing past the Wookiee to find a suitable bunk close to the cockpit.

13 minutes ago, Kymrel said:

"Really. Only in emergencies. Huh. It must say so in the pilot handbook. Someone might have forgotten to give me a copy," Gunda replies, a sly grin spreading across his rather unattractive face.

"Let's get one thing straight. There are no passengers on board. There is a group of Jedi Padawans on a mission on board. If they are good enough to be sent on a mission they are good enough to hold on to something for a few minutes."

"Now. You need to relax a little and let us fly the ship, unless you think you are more qualified to do so. If someone got thrown around by this maneuver they need to work on their reflexes and jump when the pilot tells them to jump. You must have had a very soft master if you get so upset over a little thing like this," he says, smiling, before brushing past the Wookiee to find a suitable bunk close to the cockpit.

Kataddik picks him up by the scruff of his neck as he tries to squeeze by.

" A aahnruh. Awwgggghhh huuguughghg hnnnhrrhhh aaaaahnr aarrragghuuhw huurh huurh huuguughghg raaaaaahhgh raaaaaahhgh raaaaaahhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh."

Gunda simply stares at the Wookiee, no longer amused by the aggressive and juvenile behavior shown by someone who should be above such things. "Are you quite done here?"

"R aaaaaahhgh huuguughghg aaahnruh uughguughhhghghghhhgh raaaaaahhgh huurh aguhwwgggghhh aaaaahnr uughghhhgh huurh aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg wrrhw uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh wrrhwrwwhw aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg. Huurh aaaaahnr uughghhhgh huurh huurh uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh raaaaaahhgh raaaaaahhgh aarrragghuuhw aaaaahnr. Uughghhhgh wuuh aaahnruh wrrhw uggguh."

"I'm sorry. Did someone put you in charge? I must have missed that," Gunda says calmly. "Now. Unhand me."

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"No, the disturbing thing here is your anger and you manhandling another Padawan like a common thug," Gunda replies, using a tone he would use to explain something to a child. "I don't like bullies. You seem unstable. Perhaps you should try meditation."

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