“I won’t need to.” Tiberius tells Breka, before he puts his helmet back on and the pneumatic seals snap shut. “Of course commander.” He turned and walked slowly down the hallway the boots of his armor clucnking down the hallway as he stomped, so much for honesty being helpful, now he was going to have to come clean to the other Jedi before they heard rumors, or things could get messy.

Once he got back to his quarters, he sent a message to the other Palawan, asking them to meet him when they could.

On 1/26/2018 at 5:30 PM, Rabobankrider said:

A few of the soldiers listening to the Chiss would grow quiet, but the Rodian was not so easily swayed. 'Everyone has a choice to make jedi. You chose to listen to you council, you chose let people die. Revan, he chose to fight, to save the Republic, just like we did'. At this most of the other soldiers enar by would seem to grow with pride at this. The mandalorian war was fresh in the memory of nearly all those int he galaxy, and would be a subject of interested for generations to come. 'Don't just follow orders jedi, you need to think' she would say, tapping her temple as she says this. It would seem the artist was more of a free thinker than many officers would prefer.

Zoroku looked back at the Rodian whom insisted to keep arguing, " You need to Listen. If you like your fellow soldiers had been paying attention you would have learnt that my Master and I went to worlds affected by the war that were being raided while the Republic couldn't act. We defended farmers and their homesteads!" He would step closer to the Rodian and meet her gaze with his, " Others among us Jedi whom are visiting here were healers, they would go to Battlefields shortly after the conflict ceased to save lives, and you would blame us for choosing to let people die? We went to heal all lives that needed it from the farmers to those valiant men and women who went to the Republic's defense" He would pause and look to the crowd of soldiers, judging their reactions to his words as he spoke, he could tell his argument was getting mixed results " There are many stories of the Mandalorian Conflict where Jedi Healers locate those soldiers thought to be dead, finding them and healing them. Many of you might of assumed those were the Revanchist's Jedi... You would be wrong, most of the healers whom many of you have benefited from their care were in fact those Jedi loyal to the Council and not Revan." Zoroku awaited the almost assured rebuttal of the Rodian woman.

The ribbing and chatter between the pilots continued as they cruised the full circumference of the station. Other than the stunning view of space and the station itself, there was nothing untoward to see. This of course would have been expected. If there was anything to be seen, the situation would have been quite different.

As they round the final section of the station, a huge half build structure of an Interdictor cruise-ship. The rear of the ship was complete, but the front of the vessel was a mess of metal struts and open decks.

The chatter would quieten slightly as they approached the ship till the Aqualish's voice would be heard again. 'Hey, Zita, you want to run the dragons teeth again?'

At this there would be a ripple of agreement and egging on from the other pilots till the squad leaders voice cut through the others. 'None of that people, we've got a guest with us'.

'Aww come on captain' the Aqualish would respond. 'Let's show the jedi what we can do down here in the core'.

One of the ships would edge forward to sit in front of the jedi. A new voice would be heard, presumably Zita. It was a gruff, oddly metallic tone. 'In case you're wondering jedi, that ship up ahead, that's the Dragon. There's a path through the front section you can still fly, if you're good enough.

'Hey jedi, you want to follow him through?' the Aqualish would ask, chuckling slightly as he does.

Meanwhile the Taung would find his way to the apartments easy enough. So far he got no odd looks or the feeling people were out to get him, at least no more than before. The guards probably had a chance to spread the word yet. Tiberius would find his room next to the room shared by Gaze and Muu. Who he was sharing with was unknown so far.

Still in the corridor with the Chiss, the soldiers listened to what the jedi had to say over the hubbub of traffic to and from the corridor. 'Oh big deal' the Rodian would snap, tossing the can of paint into a soldiers duffel bag that had been left crumpled on the floor. 'So you did a bit of good here and there so people thought you were the good guys. You could have done more, you should have done more!' A couple of the soldiers behind looked uncomfortable with the subject, but others judging by the stern expressions agreed with the short painter.

'We had plenty of folks doing work of the battlefield, we didn't need jedi for that. We needed you on the front lines!' She would sigh, exasperated, gesturing wildly with her hands. 'I mean, you've got people on your order who can destroy ships, entire armies, but you decided to let regular folks do that'.

She would stoop down, snatching up he bag before pushing past the jedi. 'Something to think about jedi' she would say, tapping her skull as she goes. The rest of the soldiers that had gathered around the artwork began to disperse as well. Some avoided eye contact with the jedi while overs scowled at him as they passed.

As they moved on, a piece of art that had been covered was revealed. 'Standing amongst the soldiers of the republic was what looked like a jedi with a green lightsaber held high. It looked like a Rodian dressed in pale brown robes with brilliant blue-green skin. The Chiss may be surprised to be able to say that he recognizes the jedi. Skixl Dru, a jedi knight from the Dantooine conclave to be precise. He had been a model jedi for years, working on maintain the peace on the rural planet for years. That was until Revan declared he was leaving for war, and Skixl had joined him. The rumours were that he had died at Malachor V, like so many alongside him.

Zoroku let them go with out a word watching the reactions on each and every soldier that passed by him ' It seems I have convinced at least half of those soldiers who were with her, that should be enough to spur a discussion amongst the ranks... possibly even get them to convince more of their fellows. It is likely that they will have better luck than I to convince them.' Zoroku would think as he turned back to gaze at the whole mural in its glory. ' This mural says a lot about the artist, so does her mannerisms, she would make a good commander someday...' He started to make his way back to the quarters he was shown to at the end of the tour. When he arrived at his quarters he went back to studying his data once more.

Walden thought about it for a moment. Running the Dragon's Teeth would show some solidarity with the pilots, but that could turn out to be more than he could chew. He would have to decline; after all, this was Mal's fighter, not his.

"Well, if this was my own fighter, I'd take you on, but this one belongs to Mal. Wouldn't want to ruin his ride."

Tiberius briefly returned to the ship to grab his duffel bag of clothes and personal belongings before hurriedly returning to the room waiting for the others to return.

Zoroku would would arrive at his temporary quarters a little after his Mandalorian counterpart. There room was nearly identical to the others, right down to the view of the outer station. There would be a low rumble as a squad of ships come past the window on the last leg of their tour, heading towards a large unfinished vessel.

For the jedi pilot however, there would be a round of light hearted boos and jeers as he takes the responsible high road. 'Probably just as well' the Aqualish would say, swerving towards the jedi's vessel so he could see the green skinned alien more clearly. 'I doubt he'd make it'.

There would be a snorted laugh to follow this. 'Come off it Tunz' the woman would say. 'You've never even tried it'.

'well I'm not a jedi' Tunz would sputter, moving back into position.

'And what about 'Zita? He's no jedi'.

This time it was Tunz's turn to snort. 'Could be for all we know, he certainly ain't normal, that's for certain'.

After the chatter continued for a minute or so, Bartlett's voice was heard once more. 'Alright you lot, cut the chatter, we coming heading for the hanger. Tighten up ready landing gear'.

Sure enough, a second or so after this, the pale blue energy shield of the hanger could be seen. 'Hanger control this is Axe one, requesting landing permission'.

'Roger Axe one this is hanger control, you are cleared to land. We'll sweep the runway'.

Inside the hanger a red beacon and siren would begin to blare, prompting those lounging around the hanger to spring to their feet and make plenty of room for the incoming fighters. Gunda would follow the engineers, waving to Kattadik as he goes. 'Hey Kat! You may not want to stand there when this lot come blazing in!'

" You seem troubled." Zoroku said to Tiberius as he entered the room. Zoroku didn't have much in the way of possessions he put down his bag next to his bed and began to stare out the viewport. " I feel you have been this way since we landed."

Walden hears the light-hearted boos coming in. Sure, it was disappointing to the squadron, but Walden was sure that not taking the run was the better option, since it would have had the potential to knock out two perfectly good fighters. Plus, as much as he wanted to, Walden knew that compared to the regulars, he would have little chance of actually beating them in a race with lots of obstacles.

He follows the captain, and by extension the rest of the squadron, back to the hangar.

Leaving the hangar, Kataddik wanders through the facility, looking for areas where security needs improvement, and talking with various staff, hoping to formulate some possible ways that he come up with ways to fix the woefully backwards and counterproductive security around the place.

On 1/30/2018 at 7:17 PM, Shlambate said:

" You seem troubled." Zoroku said to Tiberius as he entered the room. Zoroku didn't have much in the way of possessions he put down his bag next to his bed and began to stare out the viewport. " I feel you have been this way since we landed."

"When we landed I decided it was best to try and keep it secret that I am of Mandalorian heritage, unfortunently I had the bad luck to be escorted back to the construction area by a Mando hater. I was curious about what happened, and asked some questions, apparently they seemed to think something was off about me and demanded, at blaster point, for me to remove my helmet. Not wanting to incite further disorder or suspicion, I made my past clear to them- that I had no allegiance to my native people- and then removed my helmet. They were put off by my appearance and one proceeded to threaten me, I fear he will spread rumors about my blood and as rumors tend to state the longer they exist, I knew this could make our mission more difficult; however, I am trying to limit the damage by making sure you, the rest of our fellow padawans, and the commanders of the station know that whatever rumors you hear will be false." Tiberius says, "What are your thoughts on this matter Zoroku?" AS this was a serious conversation, Tiberius made sure to pronounce his companions name correctly.

" Troublesome..." Zoroku turns to face Tiberius " Troublesome, Indeed. I think it is best for you to never walk alone during our stay here." Zoroku's tone was very cold and serious, " It is imperative we don't make a scene while here since the relations with the Jedi Order and the Republic Military is strenuous from what I gather. In that regard it would be best that you discourage any retaliation by guardsmen who may have a grudge by being near at least one of us at all times." He crosses his arms in thought.

“Agreed.” Tiberius says.

As the hanger crew had cleared out of the way for the fighters, there was no problem the the jedi or the squad. As they touch down the fighter pilots would be quick to disembark, a few whoops and cheers could be heard from a pair of humans near the back of the squad as a couple of near identical humans jump down from their vessels. Even Bartlett would seem less stern as he clambers out of his fighter. He would go to clap the jedi roughly on the back with a hand as the squad begin to move towards the hanger exit. 'Not bad kid' he'd say, looking down at the jedi as they walk. 'Your old man would be happy to see you flying'. He'd go silent for a moment before continuing. 'You never said what happened to him do you'. He didn't push the subject though it was clear he wanted to know.

Meanwhile the engineers would set about refueling and checking over the ships. It was a well practiced job and there didn't seem to be any issues there. Gunda would jog from his seat to catch up with his fellow jedi, pocket visibly full of credits. 'Have a good flight?' he'd say with a grin as he looks up at Walden. 'I'm going to run ahead to meet the others before this fancy dinner thing with the management'.

Meanwhile, the large wookie would have an interesting investigation of the station, or at least the areas he could get to in the time given. Most of those he came across seemed happy enough to talk to him, if perhaps a little nervous. after all, any wookie can cut an intimidating figure. It seemed that the staff all had to pass a detailed screening process to work at the station, and the work carried out was monitored using a combination of floor supervisors and the workers own datapad entries. Every so often he'd see a pair of security guards pass by. All were dressed in the same dark grey uniform with light body armour strapped over the top, although unlike those from the hanger, they carried pistols and not rifles.

Kattadik would however find a few areas of the station off limits to him. There were a number of rooms that were locked, and only select personnel with the correct credentials had been allowed to enter. There were as one guard described them 'sensitive areas'. These included the communications complex, the barracks and some of the more vital engineering areas vital for sustaining life on the station. The guard explained for the jedi to see these areas, they would need to talk to the foreman.

Soon though it was time for the remaining jedi to head to their quarters and prepare for the dinner with the foreman. After they had all gathered there would be a soft knock on the door. It looked like someone had been sent to collect the jedi. It was about time as well, this time in the evening, most people were going to be quite hungry.

After a long rejuvenating meditation session, Muu would promptly prepare for dinner. The Iktotchi dressed into a elaborate set of robes to compliment his armor, then proceeded to decorate his horns with silka beads, and clip his lightsaber along the belt. Shortly after preparation, a knock would arrive on his quarters door. Muu greeted the escort and would gather with the other Jedi to dine with the Foreman. Muu grinned and said " I'm delighted evening arrived; it's been a stimulating lengthy day so far ".

Gaze was waiting outside the dining area already, having prepared a bit earlier than the others. He was simply leaning against a wall, his eyes closed, contemplating the Living Force and how it flowed through this place.

"Thanks, Captain." Walden said. As he heard the captain's question, Walden decided to answer truthfully. He needed to know.

"Mandalorian raid got him, Captain Bartlett. Plasma rocket. Happened when I was young." A bit blunt, but it was what happened.

When Gunda came up, Walden noticed his pockets. "The Aureks don't disappoint and it seems the table didn't disappoint for you, too."

Walden took his items from the ship into an empty bunk in the quarters, cleaned up the armored parts of his robe as best as he could, and went with the others to the dinner. There was the message from Tiberius, but it seemed like something that could be taken later, when the formalities were done.

Standing outside of the door to the jedi quarters was the young guard who had been the guide for Gaze earlier. He had a large beaming smile on his face as his eyes rapidly dart from one face to another. 'Alright sirs, I've been sent to fetch you all for this fancy get together with the boss this evening'.

He'd pause, a slight look of concern on his face. 'Is everyone here? I don't see the that jedi from the the medi-bay'. He must have not realized that Gaze had gone on ahead. 'Is anyone else missing? I can have some of the others go find them'.

" What is most likely is that Gaze simply already at the dining room, there is no need for a search party. " Zoroku would say as he approached the Guard. 'I t seems that the word has not yet spread of Tiberius' appearance, or this guard is especially polite.' He would think as he tried to gauge the Guard's emotion.

“Well, let’s not keep them waiting, Zorokuku.” Tiberius says as he walks out the door with his helmet back on, “Food and Drink awaits, after three weeks on the ship, I am more than ready for some real food.”

The guard would snap off a quick salute to the jedi before he turns to lead them out of the building at a hurried pace. Every so often he would glance down at a data pad, shaking his head as he does. 'If we're late I'm going to be in trouble' he would mutter in a concerned voice to himself. Soon they would be out of the building and winding their way through grey corridors of the station. Again the jedi would gain stares as they passed by.

However it would seem that Tiberuis in particular was being watched closely. The stares reserved for him were not just of interest, but of anger, disgust by some even. For a while a small gathering of guards and workers would follow behind the group closely, but would turn down a corridor after a few minutes.

As they walk the guard would glance over his shoulder with a grin. 'You know I always wanted to be a jedi, get me one of those cool sword thingies. Able to jump through the air, saving the galaxy, that'd be awesome!' His words would be hurried, excited even.

After a while he would finally lead them to a large double door at the end of a long quiet corridor. He would tap on a control panel to reveal a large and ornate looking room. At the end of the room was a floor to ceiling window that looked out into space. The room was occupied by a large wooden dining table with a beautiful centre piece of fruit and plants running down the centre. Seated at the end was the foreman, reclining in a padded chair, and some of the other seats were taken up by what looked like station officials. Among them was the admiral from before, although the union representative did not seem to be present.

As the jedi enter the foreman would struggle to his feet, waving the jedi into the room. 'Ah gentlemen, please, join us won't you?' There were empty seats interspersed among the current occupants of the room for the jedi to take. 'It is rare we have such important guests, so we have prepared a fine feast for you. We will eat, and we can discuss matters of business, and have a grand time indeed!'

Muu grinned as he listened to his escort. " Your serve at the most remarkable shipyard in the Republic, possibly galaxy. This Jedi is grateful for your duty and excellent service tonight. " he says lowering his head in respect arriving at their destination; " May the force be with you " he says as he parts ways.

The Padawan took in the environment's decor as he entered into the ornate room. After a second, Muu proceeded to acknowledge all the guests, " Yes, thank you for having us ". After becoming acquainted with the new officials, the Iktotchi would select a dining chair next to the left-side of the Foreman.

Walden walked with the rest of the party, noticing the stares all around them.

"Still don't like us walking around, huh?" he thought to himself.

As the party was led to the dining room, Muu introduced the group to the foreman. Walden would bow a bit before taking a seat near the middle of the table. The food would be good to have after a long day.

Gaze would open his eyes and look up as the others approached the area where they were going to eat. He made no comment, as nobody made comment to him, and simply joined the procession into the dining hall. He seemed more subdued and reserved than his usual jovial self, apparently even his good cheer can be worn down by multiple death threats and obnoxious staff within a short enough timeframe. He doesn't appear to be upset, just simply without emotional reaction right now.

He sits down at one of the offered seats, and politely waits with his hands in his lap, his hood down and face exposed.

Tiberius wheathers the stares and continues to walk, at times he wanted to whip around and punch a few of them. When the large group followed them he got nervous and his hand inches toward his saber, and when they turned he let out a sigh of relief. He got the feeling that if he had been alone he wouldn’t have shown up to dinner that night. When they entered Tiberius sat down without uttering a word.