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Laeothrin sighs and settles into a seat, beginning to meditate.

Laeothrin sighs. "And here I was hoping to sleep in an actual bed. Ah well."

"I suppose I'll go." Laeothrin says, stretching.

Laeothrin sighs. "Does anyone else remember the time when peaceful conflict resolution was not only possible, but widely used?"

((Is the guy who has the ship weak minded?))

((One does not simply fly into Jnerdor.)) Laeothrin stretches. "Sounds like a wonderful idea."

((Sure.))

Laeothrin smiles at him. "You may call me Laeothrin. It is my name, after all. I have he feeling that we" He gestures to everyone in the ship. "Are probably going to get to know each other well; especially if we spend this much time in space. Not much else to do if you're not a pilot."

((Yes, I know. I couldn't think of any better verbs at the time.))

((We're missing Domo.))

Laeothrin activates his lightsaber and leans out the door, reflecting the shots.

Laeothrin jumped into the ship. "Wonderful timing." He comments.

"Fair enough. I wouldn't want to talk about any meeting I had with him either."

"Weren't you busy meeting Vader? But yes, we're fine. Our ship got stolen, so we're going to need to steal a new one."

((Er, no. The Jedi are all over the place.))

"Alright then. We should, however, check any ship we steal for tracking beacons." Laeothrin said, remembering a couple of... incidents from the Clone Wars.

"We're clear." Laeothrin says as they exit the sewers.

Laeothrin comms the others. "We're finished on our end. We'll meet you back at the ship."

Laeothrin sighs and turns on his lightsaber. "I've never liked fighting." He then proceeds to start slicing through the stormtroopers.

"Well, I can't imagine that I'd want to spend much time on Mandalore either, I've heard it's rather unpleasant."

"My personal favorite would be the home of my race, Dagobah. I haven't spent much time there, but it's full of life, though the swamps occasionally prevent you from appreciating it."

"So..." Laeothrin says in an attempt to break the silence. "What's your favorite planet?"

((Who has our explosives then?))

"We've entered the sewers. It's mostly just walking now."

Laeothrin heads towards the indicated sewer, carefully keeping an eye out for any hostile forces.

((I'm pretty sure he left a while ago.))

((Sylvari are generally a very friendly race; it stems from the facts that they're only 25 years old, and they all have the same mother. They haven't quite learned to close themselves off like other races.))

"Excellent. It'll be wonderful to have you along. Anyone else?" ((I'm getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow, so I'm probably not going to be posting very much.))

((Murphy's Law has always existed, it's just that Murphy said it best.)) "Alright, thanks. Who's coming with me?" He asks the group.

"Which alleyway? I'm sorry if I'm being a bit irritating, but every person knowing exactly what to do generally helps to mitigate the effects of Murphy's Law."

"So, where's the sewer entrance we'll be using?"

"I can certainly do that. Sewers don't really bother me."

"I don't suppose we have a backstory for me? The only Sylvari that would join the Empire are those of the Nightmare Court, and my lack of corruption is rather obvious. The only idea I can think of is being a prisoner, and I don't really fancy that."

Laeothrin walks into the room, bag slung over his shoulder. "Alright. I don't suppose you have any spare suits of armor?"

((That sounds good.))

Laeothrin sets his bag on his bunk, then lays down next to it, thinking. He still felt conflicted over his survival. While it was a miracle that he had survived, since very few Jedi had; it felt a lot lonelier now, knowing that most of his comrades were dead. Since he had been a Knight for...

Laeothrin smiles at the clone. "It's fine." His smile grows a bit sad. "It does take some getting used to."

"So," Laeothrin says, "How about we introduce ourselves? I'm Laeothrin, a Sylvari from Dagobah and former Jedi Knight. I'm a bit of a jack of all trades when it comes to combat, but I prefer my lightsaber."

((I'm just kinda confused, honestly.))

((This is why we need a GM.))

((Have fun.))

((You probably should have kept Vader and Sidious around.))

((Kris, I think you might be a little outmatched.))

He smiles at the clone. "It's fine. It does take a bit of getting used to." His smile becomes slightly melancholy when he remembers his fellow Jedi.

"So," Laeothrin says, "How about we introduce ourselves? I'm Laeothrin, a Sylvari from Dagobah and former Jedi Knight. I'm a bit of a jack of all trades when it comes to combat, but I prefer my lightsaber."

"Can you please stop being racist?" Laeothrin asks Alor. "The last thing we need is hatred."

"Oh lovely, another one." Laeothrin says, rolling his eyes.

Laeothrin senses a ripple in the Force. "Danger approaching." He says, lightsaber in hand.

Laeothrin smiles at him. "Indeed it is. I'm Laeothrin; what's your name?"

Laeothrin gets a call. "Hello? Oh, Caithe. Do you need something? No, I'm afraid not, I'm busy. Of course I can be busy, I just got a job. No, it's not a trap. Yes, I'm positive. I'm fine Caithe; you don't need to coddle me. I'm not a sapling anymore." He sighs. "You too. Goodbye." He hangs up...