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 Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 6:49 pm
Tython ~ Forest She sighed in exasperation. "I don't know, Master. If I spend time focusing on meditation, I'm detracting from my combat training." Her mind was unhappy, flopping between wanting to learn more about lightsaber combat and wanting to impress her Master. When he said he was the action type, she smiled. "Don't worry about me, Master. I can keep up." She called on her understanding of the Force to help her see in the dark.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 7:02 pm
Coruscant System, Corona-Class Frigate Viper-- Preparing the jump to Hyperspace
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Cole put on a gracious and disarming sincerity. The blonde haired ship-captain held out her hand in reply and Cole clasped it in both of his, pressing it more than shaking it.
"Good to see you, too, Commander," Captain Weinberg said. "Let me introduce you to Professor Nave Taper. He's been a big help to NRIS* on Jedi culture, just the man you want at your side when you deal with the Jedi."
"" Cole replied, taking Taper's hand. ""
"I certainly never expected to be visiting their homeworld courtesy of NRIS, if at all, Commander," Taper replied, offering Cole a smile. "I hear the Grand Master is very fond of the Republic, anyway, but it never hurts to have an anthropologist on hand."
Cole sized Taper with his big, compound eyes, and couldn't quite work out if he was being serious. Taper was an aleena, a small reptilian biped that smiled with razor sharp teeth. Were the Jedi such an alien culture to the New Republic Intelligence Service that they were being treated like a hidden society already? They hadn't even been gone for five years.
"Would you excuse us, Nave?" Captain Weinberg asked. "I just want to brief the Commander before we go."
Taper looked slightly awkward and turned to head towards the crew bay. Weinberg took a couple of paces away, drawing Cole with her.
"I'm sure you're aware that the Grand Master doesn't speak for the whole planet," Captain Weinberg began.
"" Cole asked. ""
"Like you say, sir, if I don't start with that, where do I start?"
Cole's jaw muscles tightened considerably. He couldn't believe this. NRIS really did consider Jedi culture to be alien. Or at least they were carrying around a bag of paranoia with them. How else could you suppose that the Jedi were anything like the Sith? They weren't wookiees. You couldn't make the mistake of saying that they all looked the same.
"" Cole said, dodging her assertion that the Jedi welcome their approach with a lightsaber. ""
Cole wasn't hitting on Weinberg. He was elegantly asking her if she was going to be as much of a pain in the a** as she could be for him. There was little love lost between New Republic Intelligence Services and the Combined Defense Forces of the Republic.
"We're both on the same side, sir," Weinberg replied. "It's about preparedness. What makes you think the Jedi haven't already been attacked by the Empire? Your transmission about a month ago never made it to the Grand Master."
NRIS was tracking his transmissions? He'd been assured that the line he used had been secure. He'd have to have a talk with his COM officer when he returned to Republic space.
"" Cole responded, once again evading her questions. ""
*NRIS New Republic Intelligence Services
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 9:10 pm
Tython/ Deep Forest
As the pair moved further and further into the forest Ronyo's mention of the forest becoming pitch black was all too real now. Without warning Ronyo stopped and held a hand out incase Anya did not notice his halt in time. He had not planned on a break but then this was not a break but an extra lesson that Ronyo had found most valuable during his own training.
"Now Anya this is the best time to be aware of the force and all that it moves and flows around. Your eyes can deceive you and play tricks on you during the day when your mind holds on to all the preconceived notions of how objects and your surroundings should look and be. The force needs no sight and requires no pre-rendered notion of anything for it to flow and move around everything and everyone," Ronyo unique sight allowed him to see more of what he was talking about but it was an image that with meditation could be seen clearly as well, there was only one other person Ronyo knew could see the world and force like he could and she was still out there waiting for him to make good on his promise, "Once you gain a certain level of martial skill you will find it almost impossible to further your skills without the force to aid you. The body, no matter your species, has its limits and those limits become well known early in a Jedi's training."
With that Ronyo continued on in the same direction he had been traveling for the last few hours. He thought briefly of his past friends, of Roku and Irella both lost to the dark side for one reason or another but still always on the Jedi's mind. He had made promises to both of them and he would see them made true, but time was a factor others perceived but not a Jedi. It was about then a howl from far in the distance sounded through the forest. Then another and another, soon a chorus of howls could be heard from likely all over Tython. It was a beautiful sound to Ronyo and one he could understand and know to be the sign they were getting close to their destination.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 10:33 pm
Corona-Class Frigate Viper, HyperspaceCole and Weinberg stepped into the crew bay and were greeted by an NRIS Corporal. Cole motioned for him to be silent.
"" Cole said.
"Yes, sir."
"" Cole asked the soldier out of courtesy. ""
"I had to give up my career at Dex's Diner, but other than that, I feel fine," the replied, stony-faced.
"" Cole said with a chuckle.
Even though the Jedi and the Republic were allies, they were still taking risks entering Jedi space. Cole felt more anxious than he had for a long time, but then he realized it wasn't about the possibility of relations worsening as the result of an unscheduled visit. If the Jedi didn't grant their request for aid, the First Fleet might take more losses than it can manage. If another armada arrives shortly after the first one that was headed their way, Coruscant could then fall in a sacking.
Then the XO of the Viper's voice broke over the broadcast system.
"Dropping out of hyperspace in T-minus 20."
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 10:56 am
Corona-Class Frigate Viper, Tython SystemCole sensed a subtle shift beneath his feet and knew that they had dropped out of hyperspace. It was more than a minute before they received word over the broadcast system of their approach vector.
"Commander, traffic control is sending up a couple of transport escorts," someone over the broadcast system reported. "We're just going to follow them in. Strict instructions not to deviate from the flight corridor and to follow them straight to the docking station in orbit..."
"" Cole muttered.
The Jedi didn't trust the Republic any more than they should have. They were determined to be secluded and they had a good right to be. Persecution from various sources and in varying forms had only been plaguing them for thousands of years. It wasn't like they didn't have a right to be paranoid. The Viper hit the docking clamps. shuddered slightly, and emitted wispy streams of air into the docking tube to pressurize it.
Cole caught sight of the tops of bobbing helmets through the small viewscreen before the Viper's own docking bay doors opened to let them pass through to the station. As Cole stepped into the tube with Captain Weinberg, Professor Taper and the NRIS corporal behind him, they were silently greeted and escorted by two Mandalorian troopers, each decked out in full combat gear. The tube was full of deep shadows. Cole supposed the Jedi, or the Mandalorians (whoever was behind the station's security) had neglected to foresee much use of the station. The Jedi were more likely to leave Tython than anyone was to come visit them. The station master must have concluded it to be an unnecessary feature.
The six of them altogether stepped out of the docking tube and found themselves in a cold, deserted hallway that reminded Cole more of an abandoned ship then a well-maintained entry port. Where were the Jedi? Didn't they realize how serious this was?
Surely, they'd heard about Kinyen... A Mandalorian security guard at a door just a few paces ahead of them indicated with a jabbed finger that they should get their stinking cargo holds through the doors. Cole watched the NRIS corporal slowly clench one fist, but he kept his arms at his side. The corridor that they walked into was completely straight with no doors to either side.
"" Cole said to his company, striding after the Mandalorians. ""
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 11:17 pm
Tython System, Space StationIt was several more minutes of silently walking through the corridor and before Captain Weinberg said anything.
"If this is where the Jedi reside, then this stinks," Captain Weinberg commented.
"This station is 354 kilometers from Tython," a voice rang out, echoing down the hallway in front of them. The average temperature up here is -400 degrees when the life support fails, and we watch this station 24/7, on 12-hour rotations. If you're looking for the Jedi Academy or Imhar canyon, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place, dear."
A Mandalorian decked out in heavy, black armor, with a shaved head and large ears approached the escort with his helmet slung under his armpit. A sidearm rested on top of his armored thigh, and his main weapon was held over his shoulder via a leather strap. He and the leading Mandalorians stopped about three feet from each other, the so-far silent Mandalorians seeming to be letting themselves be slightly at ease in his presence.
"Where are the rest of you, incidentally?" the shaved-head asked. "I thought the Chancellor was supposed to be present for these trips."
"The Supreme Chancellor is currently preoccupied in dealing with a recent event, which, incidentally, is why we're here," Taper answered, speaking before Cole had the chance to. "It's a pleasure to meet you, buy the way."
"Not under these circumstances, it isn't," the shaved-head said. "What's wrong with your beloved commander, anyway...? He's the commanding officer among you, isn't he?"
The rebuke was sharp, and Taper actually visibly cringed. Cole imagined it must have taken a great deal of confidence to speak up for a group when you weren't even the one leading it, especially when you possessed such short stature and were in the company of those who could kill you in the blink of an eye, so to speak. While Cole admired such personal strength, the aleena had spoken out of turn, and the Mandalorian that came to greet them was not so pleased at the Professor's self-esteem.
"" Cole said, stepping forward and sparing the aleena from further embarrassment. "military.>"
The shaved-head cocked his head back and sized Cole up. The man appeared grizzly, a five o'clock shadow beginning to form under his chin, and his rasping voice didn't help him much with that.
"We're here speak with the Grand Master of the Jedi, Ronyo Storm," Captain Weinberg said in the pause. "It's urgent that we speak with i--"
"You can't just waltz onto Tython and approach the--"
"It's a matter of galactic security. The Jedi are needed by the--"
"The Jedi don't answer to you, and neither do the people on this station," the shaved-head declared loudly, almost at shouting-level so he could speak over Weinberg. "What happened on Kinyen was a tragedy, but--"
"" Cole interrupted, although not as loudly. Things were quickly deteriorating here, and he didn't want a feud over volume before they even got on the ground. "dire. Now, as I understand, the Mandalorians that have chosen to continue to serve the Jedi, do not make decisions regarding on who they speak to...>"
"If you think you're going to..."
"audience to discuss the possibility of Jedi aid,>" Cole continued, keeping his voice steady, but hard. "Especially considering you're aware of the nature of our visit, I don't think that's too much to ask.>"
Cole stared at the shaved-head as he chewed their request over suspiciously in his head. He was clearly in charge of this station, judging by the pristine uniform and the fact that he had approached their entourage as though he had been greeting visitors aboard his own ship. Cole was playing at his ego, trying to make their purpose here seem as small as possible, and asking for reason to prevail in his decision. Something seemed to harden in the shaved-head's eyes, and then his jaw set and he seemed to relax slightly.
"Since you're so kind in asking, I'll give you clearance to step onto the soil," the shaved-head said, giving Cole some relief. "The four of you are going to take a shuttle down, escorted by a squadron of XJ7 X-wing fighters. They've got three proton torpedo launchers, excellent targeting systems, and shields to prevent you from--"
"This is ridiculous... Do they seriously think that we're going to attack?"
Weinberg was whispering to someone from behind him, most likely Professor Taper. He was surprised at her unprofessionalism. Cole found the shaved-head's explanation of how an attempted attack would be futile was a bit excessive, not to mention a waste of everybody's time, but Cole supposed he would have to do the same if he were in his position. These representatives of the Republic had showed up unannounced and were now nearly demanding to speak to the Grand Master of the Jedi. Of course they weren't being treated like welcome guests. This behavior was all a part of operational security, which was essentially exactly their duty to maintain.
"When you touchdown, an officer will greet you there before you reach the temple," the shaved-head continued. "It'll be up to you to see that he agrees to even letting you have the Grand Master in your line of sight."
The shaved-head's eyes darted from Cole, to Weinberg, to Taper, to the NRIS corporal.
"Does that sound fair?"
Taper was about to speak up, but Cole held his hand up, signaling for him to shut the hell up.
"" Cole said. ""
The shaved-head didn't respond to Cole verbally, but he did spare him a look of contempt before turning the group toward the space station's hangar. Cole glanced back at the NRIS staff behind him. Making expressions that most sentient beings could recognize was hard for a doneer, but if they could tell, he was giving them an emphatic look to simply calm down and lower their tensions. Bringing boot to heel was not the way to coerce a Mandalorian into cooperating with you. Not for the first time in his life, Cole wondered why it was that NRIS always seemed to receive such enormous budgets compared to the fleet each year.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 6:09 pm
[ Point Nadir ]
Mae growls curses under her breath pretty much continuously after Malo leaves, and manages to haul the Sith's unconscious body into Zietta's personal chambers through a combination of pushing and pulling, followed by unnecessary kicks that just made her feel a shitton better afterwards.
Zietta doesn't object to having a Sith shoved into her room, well, mostly because Mae's already killed her. Rummaging through Seph's things, Mae finds his saber and relieves him of it.
Teeth grit, she heads over to Zietta's hulking corpse and gripping the saber with both hands, she ignites it and slowly drags the plasma blade across the Hutt, before finally severing Zietta's head -- making it distinctively a saber-related death. And with a Sith in the room... well, one thing leads to another.
"You're ******** welcome, Eden," Mae says aloud, after she's done and has thrown the saber back at the Sith.
Pausing by his unconscious form, she stoops to remove his cloak, too. And as a grin replaces her scowl, Mae uses a small vibroblade to tear up the clothing on his upper body -- if a Sith's gonna kill a Hutt, it'd better look pretty ******** interesting, yes? Damn straight; Mae's just doing the world a service.
She's fairly humming when she slips out of the hall and heads back to her ship with a new cloak and ******** fantastic story to tell Eden.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:00 pm
Point Nadir, Zietta's Palace
Mika Anjiliac Chiera was a Hutt, one of two offspring of Popara Anjiliac Diresto. Although younger, he had been the one to take over his father's financial empire. He'd killed his father for it, and set his brother up for the murder. His father's corporations weren't his only source of income, though. He'd created an incredibly strong spice, called Tempest, and distributed it across every shadowport in the galaxy, including Point Nadir.
He'd brought a kilo of the stuff up with him to his cousin's quarters. Mika, instead, however, found his cousin dead with her murderer still lying on the ground, shaking his head and holding it. The assassination must have just taken place.
"Can I help you?" Mika asked in Basic.
Mika was not upset about his cousin having passed. If anything, he was excited about it, because that meant he could take Zietta's place in the asteroid. He had to get this human ingrate out of the way, though. It was more than likely he had ambitions of his own.
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Point Nadir, Zietta's Palace
Kal awoke slowly, eyes blinking. Where was he? Wherever it was, it was dark. Kal glanced idly to his left before he sat up and groaned. His head was throbbing.
Whatever had hit him before he'd finished his altercation with those girls had left a mark. Those girls... Kal couldn't wait until he got his hands on them. They were going to pay for being so insolent... But after the throbbing stopped.
Kal looked up at the sound of doors opening, clutching his head, and shook his head away from the light that was filtering through.
"Can I help you?"
Kal looked back at the door. Something very large, and Hutt-like filled the doorway, blocking out most of the light. It spoke in a deep, growling voice, like most Hutts did. If it looked like a Hutt and sounded like a Hutt... Kal's face turned sour. Something smelled like a Hutt, too.
"Nothing I can't take care of my..."
Kal froze and his eyes widened. Kal had come here to kill a Hutt, and here was one standing before him. But where was Kal? What was he doing here? Had the two women from before been working for the Hutt? Was this Zietta?
Kal tried to pull the Hutt towards him and was met with resistance, instead finding himself sliding towards the Hutt.
"Uh-oh..."
"Mika, do you want me to..."
"Nobata, mi wa ateema."
Great, there was someone else behind him, a witness to the murder. Well, that was okay. He wanted people to know, didn't he? The Hutt responded to the name "Mika," though. Was this not Zietta? Kal didn't want to start thinking about that.
The Hutt, whether it was Mika or Zietta, pulled Kal to him quickly, before Kal had time to react, and clamped a strong hand down onto Kal's wrist, hurting him, and keeping him from planted in place firmly where the Hutt could see him.
"Ow..."
"Who sent you?!" the Hutt snapped, speaking in Basic again.
"Ow... In what sense?" Kal asked, trying to stall the Hutt from hurting him further.
"Choy..."
"Ah... Do... Do you mean who sent me in the larger cosmic sense of the word, or..."
Where was his cloak? The Hutt's grip was getting tighter.
Did those bitches... Nevermind, I need a weapon.
"Who sent you?" the Hutt asked again.
"Uh... Uh... Perre Needmo," Kal answered hesitantly, giving the Hutt a sarcastic answer while he tried to call in his saber.
Kal had to call in his saber. He kept trying to, to summon it from that plane of nonexistence that he used to store most of his small, personal belongings. Why wasn't it appearing in his hand?
"I don't know who that is," the Hutt growled, twisting Kal's wrist.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:20 pm
Point Nadir, Zietta's Quarters
Mika was Force-sensitive. He'd once even tried to construct a lightsaber, so he could train with it, but eventually failed to do so. He'd felt this young man try to use the Force against him. He hadn't used enough force. Taking advantage of his misstep, he'd pulled the boy towards him, and now he had him captive. He wanted to know if he had a lightsaber.
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If Kal couldn't call in his lightsaber, but he could connect to the Force so as to perform a Force Pull, then that meant that his lightsaber wasn't tucked away into that small plane of oblivion that he could access. It had to be somewhere in the physical world. Kal felt around the room for his lightsaber as he was forced to one knee by the Hutt's arm-twist. There were a lot of things in this room. Kal was practically batting things over with his telekinesis, giving the furnishings zero regard as he searched for his lightsaber.
Kal found something big with his telekinesis. It was heavy, not impossible to move by any means, but definitely the bulkiest thing in this room. Maybe even as bulky as the Hutt. And then... There. Something just the right shape and size to be a lightsaber.
Kal pulled the lightsaber towards him, and flashed the blade out with a swung. The Hutt anticipated it, though. The damn slug was probably adept enough get precognitions of danger.
The Hutt released him quickly, sliding just out of range of the longer green blade. Kal took the opportunity to step back, as well.
"Sure, you don't," Kal replied to the Hutt. "You want to know why? He didn't invent a line of pre-packaged cakes. If he did, I bet you'd know everything about him, you big fat slug."
The Hutt didn't deign Kal's cheap insult with a reply. Instead, backed out of the doorway and let a blonde-haired man step in.
"Lewxam, take care of this," the Hutt said. "You're better than I am."
Kal's eyes widened as he watched electricity arc from finger-to-finger in quick succession on the apparently Force-sensitive human's hand.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:42 pm
Point Nadir, Zietta's Quarters
Kal released the trigger on his lightsaber and dove out of the way, just in time to avoid the Force-user's lightning. For an extremely brief moment, the room was fully lit by blue light, and Kal was caught confused by the sight of another Hutt as he turned. Then he was snapped back to reality as he hit the ground and heard the sound of shattering glass. The lightning had hit a window somewhere.
"By the Force!" Kal cried, getting up and running to a corner of the room, with lightning crackling at his feet. "Listen, no offense... The Sith really need to hire some... OUCH!!!"
The lightning lashed out to his robotic leg, shorting it out and killing its servos. It was now little more than dead weight. That didn't mean Kal couldn't use the Force to move around, though.
"Hey, the least you could do is let me finish my stupid joke before you kill me!" Kal snapped, using the Force to push back from the wall and send him skidding a few feet.
"Lewxam, can we please... We need to tend to Zietta," the Hutt said, sounding incredibly nonchalant amid the chaos.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:00 pm
Point Nadir, Zietta's Quarters
"Sorry, Mika, he's a slippery little mynock," the human remarked.
"Hey now, you can electrocute me all you want, but nobody... I mean nobody calls me a..."
Kal shut his mouth. He needed to concentrate. He held both hands in front of him, together, ready to deflect the Force lightning, and--
"Ha!"
Kal failed miserably. The lightning struck him in the legs and chest. He collapsed back onto the floor, smoking, unable to get up.
"Sorry about the room, Mika," the human said. "It's not an exact science or anything..."
"Take his lightsaber," the Hutt said.
Kal felt the weight of his lightsaber vanish from his hand and he tried to protest. All that came out of his mouth was a soft moan, though.
"It's a freaking kid," the human again.
Kal was not a kid.
"A kid?" the Hutt asked.
Kal could hear the Hutt slithering over to him, his weight making reverberations across the floor.
"Do you recognize him?" the Hutt asked.
"No..."
"Tell Pendal his presence is required," the Hutt said.
"What should we do with this?" the human asked.
Pendal's name sounded disturbingly familiar. He knew that name from somewhere... A foot pressed down firmly on top of his shoulder.
"Toss him out of the window."
Still delirious from the hit he took, Kal was only acutely aware of his predicament as he opened his eyes felt himself released from the Force Grip.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:43 pm
Point Nadir, Zietta's Palace
It took Kal a full three seconds to completely fathom that he was falling. By that time, he'd reached the ninth floor.
By the Force, I'm falling!
8th floor.
By the Force, I need to stop falling...!
7th floor.
I need to stop...
6th floor.
Kal used his telekinesis to try and grip himself. He was falling too fast now to turn this fall into a "dive" and pull back up using Force Flight. But if he could make a controlled fall...
5th floor.
Come on, slow... Slow...
4th floor.
Kal could feel himself slowing now, but it still wasn't slow enough.
Slow...
3rd floor.
It was too late now. He couldn't soften his fall into any shape of a landing. His best hope was landing on his legs.
2nd floor.
Kal's body flipped.
Ground.
Kal landed on two feet, but with a resounding crunch, the bone is his right leg snapped. Kal toppled over and let out a scream at the top of his lungs. He'd felt worse pain. He had to have felt worse pain. His left leg had been shattered at one point, and he had to treat himself.
All the rationalizations in the world couldn't get him stave off the pain in his mind, though. Nothing, not even if he had heard Alliandre Kigarin whispering into his ear teasingly right now, could stave off the pain, anger, fear and misery of having a bone jutting out of his knee, and screaming and crying on the ground, where Force-knew-who could get the best of him. He had to get to Daesha. He needed Daesha.
Where was Daesha? Wasn't she supposed to be watching his back? Kal called in his communicator, sobbing loudly like a little boy, and clutched it up against his chest. Sobbing heavily, he brought the device up to his lips and spoke into the speaker, trembling.
"Daesha..."
Kal sobbed several more times, releasing his thumb from the input button as he did so. He couldn't guarantee that some of his sobs hadn't been broadcasted, though. He thumbed the input again, when he got no response.
"Daesha...!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 5:28 pm
Tython ~ Deep Forest Anya almost walked into her Master but sensed him just in time to stop in front of his outstretched hand. She listened to him talk, a stern look plastered to her face. He stated that she would need to call upon the Force in order to further train her body. She nodded idly and only half-listened to her Master. Instead, she called on the Force herself, and drew in the breath of the forest around them. Drawing in a deep breath, she felt the forest alive around them. Master Storm started walking again and so Anya started as well. He seemed distant, perhaps lost in his thoughts. She couldn't tell what he was thinking of, but she could sense a distance in his thoughts. She sighed, moving behind her Master in silence.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 8:02 pm
Sam passingly took in the sights and sounds of the academy as she followed Seron, though truthfully she was too tired to take it all in. Many of it reminded her of Ossus, and she felt herself slipping into a familiarity with it easily because of that memory. It wasn't Ossus though, she had to remind herself, and these Jedi weren't the ones she knew. The Jedi she knew were probably almost all gone by now, either because of the brood or growing tensions in the galaxy, and these were all new. Drawn here either by the promise of the Jedi Order or because of their young, naive belief in defending the weak and stamping out evil, they reminded her of herself. It was a long time since she was a padawan, though, and even longer for Jaddah.
When the Mandalorian paused to watch a padawan assembling some vehicle Sam watched him. There was desire in his eyes, something akin to what she might expect from the younger students coming to the Jedi for the first time, but it wasn't the same. Younger padawans were brought to the Order because of their youth, their eagerness to learn and their room to grow. Their potential wasn't marked by their prowess, but by their capacity to learn. If this mandalorian desired something from the Force then it wasn't because of an innocent wanting; he knew exactly what the Force was capable. On that merit alone, Sam could never teach him.
"What were you looking at?" She asked sharply. Though it was a question her tone marked it for rebuke, as well. Ignoring his own offer, she pinned him with hard, steel-colored eyes demanding an answer.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 8:24 pm
Red Birth
The more bacta that was put into his body, the more lucid Sephis seemed to feel. He was just lucid enough, in fact to realize that he was physically and mentally exhausted, and that he wanted to sleep. Looking deep into his savior's eyes, he spoke to telepathically again.
I've got to stay alive just to stop that crazy schutta from killing Venia.
Sephis' eyes fluttered. He really was tired. Sephis moved his head back slowly so that he looking up at the ceiling, and shut his eyes.
I don't care how long it takes... I will not allow that idiot to get away with this. One way or another, I am going to kill her.
Sephis drew in a sharp, painful breath and passed out. His head lolled to the side, facing away from the woman who'd saved him.
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