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_The One found the jungles not to his liking. His home for the last while had been a featureless desert of crimson sands. A jungle was too claustrophobic for him. Too many sounds assaulted him, too many smells and sensations flooded his senses. He was used to the open desert plain, the sweltering heat and the brief respite provided by a gust of wind.
But his target was in sight. He would complete his mission._
From the continued transcription by Archangel
|Bastion Regimental Headquarters
Colonel Malcom Falgri sat at his desk, grimacing at a supply report. According to this report, a pair of speeder bikes had gone missing. He could feeling his finger nails scratching the steel backing of the datapad. As the logistics officer of the entire base, it was his responsibility if something goes missing. And two speeder bikes werent cheap nor expendable.
An almost nervous tapping at his door pulled his attention from the ill-received datapad.
Enter he said, his voice barely louder than a growl. His body was taut with frustration and anger at his apparent lapse of security. An armoured Stormtrooper, helmet removed, stepped through the opening doorway. He had a neutral expression on his face, a face which had seen a lot of action and killing, as well as disappointment, and knew how to hide them all.
Lieutenant Rand reporting as ordered the trooper said, snapping his hand against his breastplate as a sign of respect. The Colonel nodded in reply and placed the datapad flat on his desk.
Lieutenant, how did your search progress? he said, his words measured and forced, biting back his preferred remarks. The Lieutenant visibly cowered back from the Colonel.
Our search of the immediate area revealed no trace of the speeder bikes, sir... not even a repulsor trail.
Are you absolutely sure, Lieutenant? Because if you arent, I promise you, demoting you to Private will be the first a very long line of troubles in your future
One hundred percent sure, Colonel. We searched a 40 klick wide zone four times in overlapping pattern sweeps. Theres no chance anything got past our sensors, at least not without help from the Force.
Great... just great the Colonel said, picking up his commlink, flashing one last angry glance at the near forgotten datapad.
Captain Benning, put me in touch with the Aedile... hell want to know about this
| Aediles Office
I see, Colonel Aedile Daniel Stephens said, in his usual cool, calm tones. It was often disconcerting to those he conversed with, as it allowed the listener no clues into his reaction or even if he was tired or not.
Ill have my men maintain the search, sir the Colonel said, his own voice cracking slightly. Force users always gave him the hibby-gibbies.
No need, Colonel. I know where hes going.
Stephens turned off the commlink without waiting for a reply. He allowed himself a moment or two to contemplate the situation. This was an unfortunate set of circumstances.
He looked up at the doorway, and with a touch of Force power, the entrance pad activated, shifting opening before the trio before it could.
Good evening, ladies. How may I help you? he said, standing and bowing graciously to them.
As Rayne watched the former Quaestor before her, a moment of anxiety and fear burst into her mind. She kept herself from exclaiming, but only just. She searched her mind for what had caused this sudden shock of emotion, but only one thing presented itself readily to her.
Her husbands voice saying The power is in the hand of the first of many, the one of fifteen, the first of Caliburnus
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:: NEWS::
House Run-On: New post by me is up. So all of you need to go get your posts in!
http://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=5462
**Eludajae for RM: **Eludajae has been placed as our new Rollmaster. We hope that she will do her best in the position..
**New project: **There is a new project on the horizon, run by myself. It'll be a Research and Development project, for finding new equipment/vehicles for the Clan. If you're interested, please drop me an email and any ideas you have. If you have any questions, feel free to email me, or catch me on IRC.
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:: HOUSE DIRECTION ::
There is a new project on the horizon, it promises to be entertaining as well as a great help to the Clan and House. The proposal for the project has been sent to the Clan summit. I hope to be able to start recruiting people to join the project.
A new rollmaster always takes time in their new position, and I think Eludajae has done very well already. So good luck for her. </td>
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:: COMMUNICATIONS::
Internet Relay Chat, or IRC is one of the Brotherhoods main forms of communication. It is not hard to set up, and you can follow the easy guide to do so:
http://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/dbjedi/irc_guide.asp
Members of House Caliburnus, like you all are, reside in the channels of:
<li>#scholae This is the channel of Clan Scholae Palatinae.</li>
<li>#caliburnus This is the channel of our House, House Caliburnus.</li>
IRC is extremely important because it exists in real-time, or something you say is read the second you hit enter.
Other channels you should know about are:
<li> #db This is the channel of the Dark Brotherhood as a whole.</li>
<li>#dbgaming This is the channel you must be in to game on a normal gaming day.</li>
<li>#outerrim This is the channel you must be in to game during the Inter-Club Training Event (ICTE)</li>
And if you really dont want to use IRC, even though it's awesome in just about every way possible, you can always just email me or my Aedile or Rollmaster for information, ideas, help, or just a chat. And sorry, ladies, Im taken. We do, however, have a wonderful minion called Esca, who's lonely, and likes long walks on the beach, and murdering various small furry animals.
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:: FINAL THOUGHTS ::
Although prepared for martyrdom, I preferred that it be postponed. - Sir Winston Churchill
Your servant,
Sith Warrior Brent Ligur Victae
SW Brent "Archangel" Ligur Victae (Sith)/QUA/Caliburnus of Scholae Palatinae [ACC: CL:1]
SC / AC-ToSH / DC-BP / Cr-2R-4A-5S-11E-6T-4Q / CF / SI / LS-AuL / S:-2D-1Dk-7Rm-9P
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