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Tython - Training Center adjacent to the Padawan Academy
Style: Aggressive
Health; 200

Wilca charged Elyria head on delivering a furry of slashes, Stone blocked and dogged them all effortlessly stepping backwards after each attack to keep her distance. But, Wilcas attack would not yield with each slash, and jab he would advance each blow getting stronger than the last. The room was filled with the telltale crack of lightsabers colliding and sparks filled the air. The two were locked in an intricate ballet, Wilcas raw force against Elyrias elegant style. As the duel drew out Wilcas attacks grew bolder, and in an instant he leapt high into the air bring both of his sabers down hard.

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Tython - Training Center adjacent to the Padawan Academy
Style: aggressive
Health: 200

Wilca circled Elyria from about eight feet away, scanning for any openings in her defense, and observing her foot work. The training room had grown deathly quiet as the two Ja'deii stared each other down, both waiting for the other to make the next move. Wilca continued to circle Elyria who held a defensive stance in anticipation for the next attack. After what felt like eons of their stand off Wilca caught a glimpse of something, miss step, or a shift in weight? It didn't matter in an instant he was charging at Elyria, knowing that she was expecting a full frontal barrage Wilca got creative and deactivated the saber in his right hand hurled it straight at her head, while dropping to his knees at a full sprint and sliding towards her legs ready to deliver a blow with his left.

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Elyria's steps quickened , she had arranged to move Wilca's things to his new chambers in the Master's housing. She wanted to make sure all preparations were complete before showing them to him..she wanted everything to be perfect..pantry full, fresh flowers..after his long sojourn off planet she wanted him to feel welcome and at home once again. He had risen in the ranks and before his debriefing and list of duties she want him to feel he had a sanctuary to escape to....

Coruscant: The "Jedi Temple" Landing Platform

The platform was busy as a transport was expect to be landing shortly. But its cargo was different than what it would usually carry. This time, its cargo was a number of kids being sent to the order. The lot was mostly orphans, most of the kids didn't seem like they had much if at all any potential at being force users. But perhaps with the right push, they can achieve that potential.

Still Locolvictum was there to greet them. These children were essential to the order as they were not only its life blood, but also a way to reform the order in both a long term and short term.

The transport made its approach and landed on the platform. Its boarding ramp opened and two soldiers exited first and stood on either side at the end of the ramp. The soldiers were wearing a combination of blue and white armor with a red sash going from there right shoulder to there left hip. Next to come off were the children. There was about twenty of them, consisting of humans, ithorians, a bothan, Sullustians, and the rest were human. More aliens than what the former Emperor would have let in, but possible force sensitives are possible force sensitives.

The children were brought before him, he smiled and said "Good morning my new students, I am Grand Master Lockheart, head of the council. I have come down here to see you all, and take you on a small tour of the temple." There was some excited mummers and cries from the children while he spoke.

"Come now children follow me." He said, walking back inside the temple. The children following behind him, the two soldiers not too far behind.

(Nar Shaddaa space port-Wars Cry)



Lanth awoke to the sensation of falling shortly followed by painful landing, the nagia groaned as he stared up at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes. "Ghhhhaaaa! I need to lay off the dreamdust, that garbage makes me too restless, I cant to one night without falling out of bed since i started using it..." Groggily Lanth sat up, and pulled a half empty bottle of Gruvian Tovash, and a cigarra off his night stand. After taking a long swig from the bottle Lanth fumbled around for his lighter before finding it in the dim light of his room, a few clicks later and a pale orange glow filled the room as he light his cigarra. He sat their for a while alternating between drinking and smoking until the bottle was empty, tossing it aside he ran his hand across his cheeks feeling the weeks worth of stubble. With a shrug Lanth pulled himself up onto his feet he had a drop to make today, and he wanted it done sooner than later. And, so began a usual day in his life since Ori vanished. Lanth inspected his armor and weapons before equipping everything, they were about the only things he took care of anymore. Carrying his helmet he mad his way to the c**k pit, and opened up a comm channel to his current employer a Farghul named Mundok. "Mundok its me.. yes.... yes everthing made it.. no problems.. my standard price, plus the service charge for hauling narcotics... Well i could have not told you that im taking a pound of the Ryll... I could just fly off now and you would be out two hundred pounds, and three crates of blasters... Yea thats what I thought im at docking bay E be here within the hour or I leave." Lanth sighed loudly after closing the comm line picked up his helmet, and went to his living quarters to wait for Mudok. During that time he slammed a few shots of Mad Mrelf, and smoked a hand rolled algarine torve weed cigarra. For a moment he wondered if Mundok's men would try to muscle him for the pound of Ryll he took, and chuckled under his breath even if they could get past him they would never find his stash, to many good hiding spots on a ship like his hollow walls, secret floor compartments, even the air vents to name a few. Lanth had quite vast collection of vises with the most exotic spirits, and narcotics in the galaxy hidden on his ship worth enough to buy a small planet if he ever decided to sell it, which he knew wasn't going to happen anytime soon. As the clock tic't away Lanth put on his helmet and made his way to the cargo hold, checking his weapons one last time before lowering the loading ramp. The transaction went smoothly Lanth got his credis Mundok got his shipment, and aside from the stray goon tying to snoop around their were no problems in out, just the way he liked it. Once his business was done Lanth blasted out of Nar Shaddaa, he had made enough to live for the next few weeks and didnt like to push his luck by staying in one place for two long