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The name is Ryan Elrodias, sir. Thank you so much for the help! I don't know what I could have done without your help!!! He bows again for a second, then stands up and walks to Master Swex's speeder. He had never been far away from home, but he had no where to go anymore.

((r. Edge: My bio is in the Bio section, that explains my past and info and all that. I already got accepted, and this is my way to start training in the temple, if your Roleplay character will help with that, or introduce me to another Master who would let me join))

Ryan flung his hair back from the quick ride through town. He had been on speeders his whole life, but he was excited about that last ride. He had never gone that fast, or that dangerous. If he had, he would have been killed, or worse... lost his liscense....

As the Jedis and the Master lifted the last one out of the speeder and rushed her into the hospital, he got out and followed behind. He hadn't really had much training in the healing arts, so he was really of no further value to anyone else here, which made him sort of feel alone.
Master Swex. If there is anything I can do, please ask it. I am under your command until we arrive at our destination. My service is in your hands.

((we'll Continue in the jedi temple))

she walked out of the bar and pulled her blouse on over her dancing clothes and put her ribbons back in her bag.
she looked around and picked out a catina, she walked in and ordered a drink.

she glanced over at a person and returned to her drink.
rough times dancer?
what, oh yeah; I don't hang around much and I gotta head back home anyway so I don't see it as being rough times

she finished her drink and left; she gotinto her ship and left the planet

((well, since no one else is throwing something my way....I figured I might as well have a strange, but happy-go lucky walk around coruscant.....as if that were possible edit: ahem warning monster post ahead! domokun ))

after waiting a few mintues for the outer hull to cool down bob unstrapped himself from his make-shift cockpit and gathered some of his gear: a backpack, some good old fashioned coin credits (500 total), some spare parts, and a piece of piping he found (4ft in length, 2 inches diameter)...along with his tools and the DNA specific remote for his ship.

upon climbing out, he hopped to the ground and locked the ship up with his remote, the ship emitting a *chirp chirp* upon locking, then activating it's shields and a sending a small but constant electrical charge throughout the outer hull. smiling with the knowledge that no one but he could now get into his ship (which had chanced to land in the middle of the street) bob began his happy jaunt through the streets. a smile on his face, and the general happiness of his being could be spotted from a mile away (or more) and it wasn't long before he was led into a dark alleyway by a small group of thugs. ((description of thugs and proceeding to be put up in an hour, unless someone else wants to be one or interfere.))
((Edit: its been an hour...so...there were 3 thugs in total, one tall male wookie armed with dual kasshyk blades (whatever those things they make themselves are called), a rodian armed with a hold out blaster, and the leader of the group, a transdoshan armed with only his claws and brute strength, they were all dressed in a similar black suit, and each had a seedy look to them. red = transdoshan, darkred = rodian, green = wookie))

As bob entered the darkened alleyway he stopped, then realized all too late that he was about to be mugged. oh crap...what do I do now? um...of course! no one wants to hurt an occupational hypnotherapist! perhaps if I give them each a free session they will leave me be....and become even better at mugging people...but that's thier choice....um...quick mouth, spout fast talk! after quickly clearing his throat he cuts off the leader in mid sentence " your money or- please good sir, I am a simple occupational hypnotherapist, and rather poor at that, the most I could offer you is a free session of stress reliving hypnotherapy, wherein I can build your confidence, ease your woes and quite possibly make you a better thug than you already are!"
if there are any major forces out there, please....help me! please! after finishing his quick speech, bob gains a frightened smile, " so, what do ya say?"
" you dared to intterupt our boss for such a moronic plea! we take-" with a quick wave of his hand, the transdoshan stops his rodian ally, " what makes you think we need to be any better than we are? we can kill you with a twitch, now give us-" with another quick interruption bob spurts out, " well, look at your weapons. if you were truely a successful band of thugs, you would have blaster rifles, vibroblades, and probably some armor, as it is, your either just starting out or you've been jacked!" with a quick motion, the transdoshan flicks his claws over bob, slicing off a quater inch of hair, then realising he only hit hair. with a twitching eye, he gains a dark look of anger,"you insult us....if you think you can get away with that-" again bursting in at mid sentence, bob continues, " oh I don't mean to insult you, but I mean only to point out that you could be doing so much more. listen...if you don't like the results, you can kill me. if you do, you let me go. that way, if I displease you, you get me dead, and my stuff, and if you do like the results, you can go on to become even greater than you are, perhaps even as great as the dread pirate shard!" at the mention of the name shard, the transdoshan looks taken aback, "as great as him? ha! I'll be greater than that inconsequential bug ever was! *with a hearty chuckle* fine, I agree to your little deal...let us continue this in my office,...er..wait, we're already there...."
After a few more moments of arranging seating and getting his newest clients compfortable, Bob takes out his hypnodisk, waving it gently back and forth, and speaking in a compelling, almost force-ful manner. "you are getting drowsy....sleepy...your woes and worries are melting away....melting away..." as he continues, he sets down the hypnodisk and begins to weave his hands through the air in a quick, practiced, and hypnotic manner, and his voice suddenly takes on a much deeper and more commanding tone " your mind is my plaything, and your will is mine to command, you will refocus your lives on more legal persuits. you will use your wits and instincts to persue a legal franchise, and you will use your street knowledge to bolster your ranks. you will find happiness and contentment not in killing, but in more noble persuits. you will attribute your success to a life changing event including the man named 'doctor bolturan' and you will never feel the need to slay me, doctor bolturan. when I snap my fingers you will awaken, and you will be content with the results of this session." with that doc bob snaps his fingers, awakening all three of them at once.
"graaww (I feel at peace for the first time in a long time.)"
" I feel giddy like a school girl" after a few moments of staring he adds " er...I mean, the happiest I've been in a long time"
"good job doctor, but I feel like I'm forgetting something....perhaps we should stop this life of crime....its time for something profitable....like poker, or the stock market. if we ever do become successful, I think we're in agreement that we'll attribute it to you....doctor bolturan was it?"
with a knowing smirk, doc bob replies, "yes, have a happy life and a wonderful day...I hope things work out for you...." and with that, Doc Bob managed to slip out of an otherwise deadly situation. from there he continued his wanderings about the city.

Doc bob continued on his way through the streets, still sticking out like a sore thumb due to his happy go lucky demeanor, huge poofy hair, and smile plastered on his face. after a few times of being stopped and asked what drugs he was on and where they could be obtained, he finnaly got to a higher point of the city-planet, and began to stare in open jawed wonderment at the vast complexity of buildings. "its....so beautiful.....I just hope no one shoves me off this walkway...that would ruin my good day...."

Turning to face Natalia, Bob says, " oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be in the way....perhaps, could you assisst me? I need to find some place to advertise my occupation from....and I am rather new here....wow your tall!"