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 Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 7:54 pm
The Halls of Healing were an expansive wing of the Coruscant Jedi Temple. Located within the southwest quarter of the complex, the Halls were the center of healing and renewal of life for wounded members of the Jedi Order.[6] The Medical Corps maintained an infirmary within the Halls, composed of over a hundred of the best bacta tanks in the galaxy.[1]
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The Halls of Healing was a wing of the Jedi Temple located within its southwest quarter under the towering First Knowledge Spire. Located above the Detention Center and on the same level as the Headquarters of the Agricultural Corps, the Halls were accessible via turbolift from anywhere in the Temple.[1]
The Main Hall of the wing was bathed in warm sunlight from the high windows, which coupled with the blue-green floors and walls created a soothing atmosphere. The Hall was lined with beds where the ill and infirm could lie in comfort as the master healers moved about. Pink stone pillars soared to the ceiling, while small openings in the walls led into single person therapy rooms. Inside these warm, dim-lit chambers, injured Jedi rested on stone beds with healers visiting to use stones and crystals to amplify the effects of the Force.[6] One such room contained the Healing Crystals of Fire, one of the most prized treasures of the Order.[12]
Located off the Main Hall were the chambers staffed by the healers of the Medical Corps. Here they maintained the main operating theater where injured Jedi underwent invasive surgery after missions. The large, two story chamber was overseen by a viewing room on the second level which granted an overhead view of the work being done below. Off of this hall was a chamber filled with several bacta tanks used to heal Jedi with minor injuries sustained in and around the Temple. Several advanced 2-1B medical droids operated the machinery and observed the wounded patients. While the infirmary was usually used to specifically treat Jedi, a dedicated turbolift ran from the Galactic City Medical Center into the infirmary, allowing the most desperate of patients to be treated by the Jedi healers.[13]
The neurology ward in this wing was also extensive, allowing the healers to perform scans that could determine brain damage and other maladies that Jedi might sustain. Additionlly, the Hall was equipped with sealed atmosphere rooms that simulated other planetary environs.[6]
The Chief Healer maintained offices in the wing where she could store her records and meet with members of the Order to address their medical needs. Adjacent to her office was an examination room where she could perform check-ups on her fellow Jedi.[6]
The lower level Hall of the wing was a quiet, bare-walled area lined with windowless doors. Located directly under the Main Hall, this Hall contained two radiation storage chambers that were only accessible to the Chief Healer, and their assistant. The smaller of the two was located in the rear of a medical supply closet. In 43 ABY, this small chamber would be emptied of all radioactive materials by Healer Tekli and be used as the secret cell of the psychotic Seff Hellin.[2] From here, Chief Healer Cilghal would study Hellin's affliction before he was moved to the Jedi facility on Shedu Maad.[11]
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 10:26 pm
The Grandest of Oaks 
"Hello my dear, has the new senator arrived yet?"
"Oh, no Master Uruk. She has not arrived just yet, she is on her way though. The hangar technicians said so."
"Very good, Do you happen to have an open room for this?"
"Umm, is it alive Master?"
"I'm not quite sure, that is what I'm hoping to find out. It is definitely something to be investigated."
"Check up room 3 is open, take it in there. If you need anything just call over one of the healers Master."
Turan motioned for his fellow Masters to bring the turbo lift, his arm stretched out to hold the doors open. When it was cleared Turan closed the door quietly and focused on the simple task at hand. Getting this thing open was going to be a challenge unless it had some sort of release mechanism. Turan poured his mind deep into the force and enveloped the pod. With his eyes closed he began pushing and prodding to try and open it up, with his mind he found all the weak points in the structure and pushed then pulled. The other two masters sat in silence watching as Turan tried to find a way into the pod.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 9:13 am
 W4N-D3R "There is no emotion, there is peace
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge
There is no passion, there is serenity
There is no chaos, there is harmony
There is no death, there is the Force" As Turan immersed himself in the force and attempted to open the pod, the pressure of the confined area within the vessel was broken and steam quickly filled the room. In the possible confusion, the whole front of the ship was blown off by explosives in the sides of the hatch. As it fell back down on the pod, the hatch was caught and thrown to the side of the room. For a moment, whatever had caught and thrown the hatch away wasn't seen and through the Force it only appeared as a vague entity. However, the moment passed and a massive white humanoid stood from the pod and aimed a rifle at the foremost Jedi, Master Turan. The composition of the rifle was foreign, in the most extreme, as was the armor the giant humanoid wore. While his finger was outside of the trigger, the armored being's intention was clear in his pose. Whoever or whatever this was, it had obvious training with confrontation. Before the Jedi moved against him, the humanoid spoke in an obviously rarely used voice.
"There...is...no...Emotion,
There is...no...Ignorance,
There is no...Passion,
There is no...Chaos,
There is no Death," The voice came from behind the black faceplate. It was elctronic in origin, but as it continued, a more organic tone began to form. It was unclear why the giant had stated the first half of the phrases of the Jedi Mantra, but it was obvious from the way the humanoid said it that it was meant as a question.
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 10:46 pm
The Grandest of Oaks
Turan's face did not even flinch as this took place, being a plant based life form he didn't always have a face. When you don't have a face all the time you can forget what sentient animalia life forms consider normal. After a moment his face warmed up with a smile towards the tip of the gun. Turan leaned his weight onto his walking staff and motioned for the other two Masters to relax.
"Do you know what it is that you have spoken? It is something that I have not heard in many years." As turan spoke he collected himself and there was a resonance in his voice when he spoke the mantra in full. The vibrance came from the force that filled his being with remembrance of the old ways.
"There is no Emotion, There is Peace.
There is no Ignorance, There is Knowledge.
There is no passion, There is Serenity.
There is no Chaos, There is Harmony.
There is no Death, There is Force."
With the mantra finished his voice returned to it's normal light tone. Turan was truly intrigued by this individual. He wasn't going to bother with labeling it as any kind of robot or droid, it was obviously something beyond that. "If you would please lower your rifle, I would hate to have to take your toy away so as to calm my comrades. You can also step down off of that table if you like, or if it makes you feel more comfortable I could come up to your level. I have most likely an incalculable amount of questions for you, but we can conquer those as they occur. What is your designation?"
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TheManWhoLivesintheClouds
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 1:10 am
  With a slight curtsy and a nod of the head, Sherizada bid her friends good bye once more and headed for the door of the Jedi Temple. It was frightening walking through the doors for the first time, how could she have possibly known what to expect once she was inside? It could have been anything. It could have been awful. "No. That's not right." She told herself, wandering down the halls of this beautifully constructed temple. Sherizada turned in frantic circles at all of the pillars and windows that adorned the great stone walls. Her people built constructs of stone just like this, possibly just as ancient if not more. They were the same and she had to wonder if some of her people had left their planet long before her, without documenting it and helped build some of these great edifices. Nothing was impossible now that she had trekked the galaxy to her final destination. It seemed as though accomplishing the impossible was as easy as breathing now that she was here.
Turning, the transportation unit that Cassus had said would be there, stood open for her. For a moment she gawked at it. What was a turbo lift? Of course, she knew what a lift was. But what in the world was turbo? Whatever it was it sounded horrible and Sherizada was rethinking this whole refreshing thing and thought that being covered in blood was a lot less frightening than this strange box. Brightly colored hair cascaded about her head as she stared back and forth down each hall with some level of curiosity. There had to be another way down than what was in front of her. Or at least, she hoped.
"Are you lost?" Came an unfamiliar voice.
Sherizada turned her head at a strange looking creature she had yet to lay eyes on. At first she did not know how to respond and began speaking in her native language without realizing she had done so.
"Sorry. I don't speak that language, despite how many languages I do. I say, very exotic. Where are you from?" He asked politely, well, she thought it was a male. Furthering her belief that all lifeforms on this planet were male. Shaking her head she sighed her relief and spoke in the, "common," language.
"I am sorry. I.. need to go to the, refresher.. thing?" It was clear she was not from here, even more so, her accent completely clouded her use of common. How Cassus could understand her was beyond her, either way he did and at the moment he was the only that mattered. Her new friend seemed to understand the words she didn't say and that too worked to her advantage.
"Right this way. I will show you where it is."
"But I wouldn't want to burden you.."
"No burden, but my dear you have to step in the turbo lift." He motioned for her to come in, of which Sherizada hesitated to do at the time being. Groaning, she flung herself within the left and leaned against the back wall as if it was the only thing that could protect her from what this thing was about to do. "There you go. Now. I am just going to tell it to go to the refresher floor and..." After speaking what level the guide wanted, the box immediately moved which caused Sherizada's heart to race frantically. "Voila." Moving objects that were not sentient nor living are not suppose to exist. Clinging to her guide, Shera buried her face in his arm until the demonic thing came to a complete stop and opened up for their exit. With her hair tasseled in many directions from the weight of the stress, Shera exited the lift and stood on solid ground.
"Well, the front desk is just to your left. You are free to go." He cleared his throat and smiled at her, saying his goodbyes before returning to his own destination.
Sherizada cleared her throat and brushed back to loose strands of her hair and made a quick dash for the front desk, dodging glances and strange looks as she did. "Excuse me?" She spoke, in the most perfect common she could muster. The clerks fingers were pressing at buttons on a strange computing machine and Shera retracted from the desk to give her space. "Sorry."
"No apologies needed. Can I.." The clerk looked up at Sherizada with some level of amusement and then took off her glasses. "Help you?" She finished.
"I was. Suppose to come here to something called a, 'Refresher?' My name is Sherizada Avi' Na-aak." Perhaps that wasn't enough, she thought to herself. "I am a.. senator?" Cursing at herself for her inarticulate behavior, Sherizada was relieved to find that the desk clerk had completely understood as if she had been alerted to this meeting before it happened.
"Here is your room code." The lovely woman behind the desk handed her a small card and pointed in the direction of her room. "You cannot miss it, first door on your left. I saved on closest to the desk if you needed anything. Instructions via the station you landed. Enjoy."
The bird woman took the card and smiled at the woman, crossed the threshold to her room and rushed inside to avoid more side ways glances. It wasn't long before her clothes and all of her adornments were off her body and into a corner she kicked them too. The warm water was refreshing for the short time she spent within. Though most of it was spent cutting off the good portion of her hair, it was nice regardless. In the mirror, she eyed her handy work, the bundles of hair that she had cut off sat in a bag as she stood in the mirror, a towel wrapped around her body, It was out with the old and in with the new.
Stepping out of her room, Sherizada cut off the parts of fabric that were covered in emerald blood and was waved down by the clerk at the front desk. At first she was not certain if it was she that being hailed but as the sound of her own name resonated through the belly of the chamber she knew there could be no one else. "Can I be of assistance ma'am?" The bird asked kindly with a slight bow.
"You are aware of your meeting with Master Uruk?"
Cocking her head slightly, Sherizada tried to piece together the name and where she had heard it from; then came to the realization that she had indeed never heard it. From there she winced and gave the clerk the look that she had no idea what she was talking about. "I beg your pardon, but I have never heard that name before. It is very rude of me, isn't it?"
"No problem dear. If you want I can have you wait here and I can hail him of your arrival?" She spoke softly and slowly enough for Shera to follow easily.
"I don't want to be a bother. You can wait till he is not busy, I would rather be here than anywhere else right now, besides." With a nod, the bird turned on her heels to find a spot to sit. With one in sight, she B lined in its direction and sat neatly into its belly. Her hands were folded immediately into her lap as she patiently awaited her next point of reference.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 8:50 am
W4N-D3R "There is no emotion, there is peace
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge
There is no passion, there is serenity
There is no chaos, there is harmony
There is no death, there is the Force" As Turan spoke the completed mantra, the armored giant not only lowered his weapon, but put it over his back where it compacted itself along its seams and slipped into an unseen chamber within the humanoid. Stepping down from the table, it spoke once more. "It is the Jedi Mantra, a Seeker-protocol programmed into my processor. If you had not completed it, or made a mistake, I would have fired. I am glad that you completed it correctly, Jedi, I did not want to harm you." Turning back to the now laid bare pod, the armored humanoid began rummaging around inside it.
"You may call me W4N-D3R. That is the name my Creator christened me with upon my first conscious thoughts. I was created to come here and protect the entire Jedi Order, or a single Jedi, if the correct one still exists." W4N-D3R spoke as though what he said wasn't a surprise and that Turan should already know. Moments after speaking his name and primary mandate, the android pulled yet another weapon from his vessel. Holding the cannon aloft with one hand, W4N-D3R pushed his vessel, now only a shell, off the other side of the table. Laying down his cannon-like weapon, the android began going over it, checking for damage and that it was in working order.
After performing checks and any needed maintenance on the cannon, W4N-D3R's opened up chambers in his chest, thighs, biceps and back. The android began taking ammunitions and other weapons from these chambers and laid them one by one on the table. Among these weapons were the rifle W4N-D3R had just threatened the Jedi with, a collapsed pistol, and a combat knife that was more akin to a sword in the hands of humans. The android began checking and maintaining his weapons as he awaitied the next words from the plant-like Jedi.
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 3:57 am
The Grandest of Oaks
"A seeker program designed to find Jedi who were trained in the ways of the old code? Now that is a peculiar program. If you had not come to me I could think of only a handful of scholars and masters who would know that by heart. The old ways were systematically purged nearly three hundred years ago and this is a new age for the Jedi." Turan spoke solemnly as he contemplated a few things that made themselves more obvious.
"W4N-D3R, do you happen to know who your creator is?" Turan asked this out of curiosity. This was by far one of the oddest days Turan had had in a long time, and it was quite enjoyable. For a single day to be enjoyable to a being like Turan, who had seen a millennia pass, it had to be either unique or downright perfect. To day was on the unique side.
"Protect our order? Or a single Jedi? Do you happen to know the name of the Jedi that you are set to protect?" Things would be much simpler if this being did know, but in most situations like this it was a journey. A path of sorts that someone had to complete, it was a necessity to existence for some. There was a soft knock at the door and Turan turned to see the healer. She informed him that the Senator was here and had just entered the refresher.
"W4N-D3R, could you wait here for a moment. I have another individual waiting on me. These two master's will remain with you while I step out, if you need anything just ask for the Healer or myself." Turan said this as he gathered himself and balanced the force back around his person.
Turan opened the pores in his foliage and took in air, somewhat like a relaxing deep breath for other species. Opening the door he stepped out into the main lobby of the Healing Halls. Turan stood tall in the cascading light, feeling it's warmth on his foliage always put him in a good mood. He was currently about ten feet tall, out of habit Turan usual shifted his height to match whoever he was speaking with. His exceptional height didn't make him look intimidating though, it had something to do with his lean limbs and the wizened appearance. It made him look grandfatherly, warm and accepting.
Turan looked to the healer who pointed over to where Sherizada was, he smiled warmly and gave an appreciative nod to the healer. As he walked over to Sherizada he beamed with warmth and used the force to broadcast a feeling of tranquility for her. When he came in front of her he sat down slowly next to her, adjusting his height so the she would not struggle to see his face. Turan's long fingers were laced and laying in his lap in a very nonchalant manner.
"Sherizada Avi' Na-aak I presume. I am Turan Uruk, the Jedi. Well I guess that part was quite obvious by my appearance and the fact that this is a Jedi Enclave. Well how are you feeling after your little adventure this day? I've seen the video from your Mando and have seen most of the events that have transpired. But I would like to ask you to do one last difficult thing this day. Would you allow me to feel what happened?" Turan's voice didn't sound quite like other being's, his was more like that of a flute or another wind instrument. He chuckled on his observance of his own profession and then returned to his rather whimsical tone.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 2:26 pm
Many strangers passed by her their faces locked in her memory never to be forgotten. Had they stopped and lingered for a few brief moments longer she could remember their voices and copy them with little trouble. Of course, there are only about a thousand people on her planet so remembering faces, names and voices was an easy feat. Here, a thousand people was what passed through this one building every hour. Multiple that by twenty four and the number became astronomical. Her attention had been stolen by the crowd, captivated, locked on their shapes, sizes and the manner in which they treated their fellow man. Acting as if they were not there was just as disrespectful as losing your manners.
"Heaven and Avi' Na-aak." Sherizada nearly jumped out of her skin, not out of fright but out of necessity. It meant her nerves were catching up to her, and when one was alert one is less inclined to die. The name Turan was familiar. The name the lovely woman at the front desk had passed along to her when she had first arrived. Instinctly she apologized before averting her attention towards the Jedi in question. "I apologize, I am a bit more frantic than.. I...need to..." Sherizada turned at expected some kind of humanoid, staring wide eyed and lost in her figure. It was a common disposition for other humanoids that meet her for the first time, but that was not the figure that sat beside her.
"Oh my Na-aak." She nearly screamed, biting her lip in response to the use of loud voice. "I apologize for that too." By far he was the most wonderful thing she had laid eyes upon since the galactic adventure she had volunteered for. Her face lit up instantly, beaming at him like a young child to its parents on the high holy days. This one person had wiped clean the love she had for her parents foliage and plant life. This was a living God that sat in front of her and all she had to say to him was, 'I apologize for that too?' How disrespectful of her! She must repent for that which she has done to a child of the greatest edifice that sat beside her God. The Topiary. "My Lord. Forgive me for I have sinned against you." Nearly interrupting him, she stood to her feet and bowed with her hands pressed to her chest in the shape of a bird with its wings outstretched. "I will do anything you ask of me. Whatever the request may be. Your will be done my Lord." Sherizada felt foolish for acting as such but a creature as close to God as her own personage deserved nothing else.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 11:30 pm
The Grandest of Oaks
Turan couldn't help but smile a slightly devious grin before he spoke, "I require an offering of a thousand bushels of naturally grown fruit from the planet of Dantooine. Then you shall take my tenants across the stars as a prophet and then...." Turan didn't get a chance to finish his last sentence as the receptionist cut him off.
"Master Uruk you quit with your jokes and explain yourself to that young lady right now!" The female jedi's tone was stern but also carried a bit of bemusement.
"Yes, Yes, I guess she is right. Come back and sit down next to me and I will explain a bit about myself. I am no god, nor am I a greater being, an impassive sentience, or an annoying guy named Jak-arr who seems to know much more than he is supposed to." Turan patted the seat next to him with that same warm and welcoming expression.
"I am a Neti, we are a very rare race of people in this galaxy nowadays. You could call my people god like because of our extremely long lives, or prominent connection to the force, or our ability to control the structures of our bodies. We are simply a blessed people with many talents, but we are not gods by any means my dear. I am simply an old man who happens to be considered rather intelligent and capable of organizing and handling all these youngsters." Turan explained this slowly to allow her to absorb what he was saying and ask any questions if she needed.
Turan smiled softly as his eyes drifted up to the ceiling, his neck almost stretching to allow his head to get closer to the warm light. He waited a few long moments his mind pulling up long forgotten memories from his past. "You know almost this very same situation happened to me nearly 900 years ago, except the party doing the revering was known as a Wookie. Nearly twice your size and covered in fur, you should have seen how long it took me to communicate across to him that I was just another individual. A wookie bowing in reverence takes up a lot more room and draws a lot more attention when they begin roaring their prayers." Turan was chuckling lightly as he related the story and the memories danced behind his eyes.
As he spoke though Turan's face was slightly shifting, becoming closer and closer to a human like appearance as he spoke. He was trying to make her feel better by not standing out as much. His skin remained his tawny color with the same rough texture but the features began to smooth. Turan's eyes though remained the large orange globes of photoreceptive knowledge. They were currently locked on Sherizada.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 8:12 pm
W4N-D3R "There is no emotion, there is peace
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge
There is no passion, there is serenity
There is no chaos, there is harmony
There is no death, there is the Force" Looking over his shoulder, W4N-D3R shrugged a single shoulder. "Whether the present or an age gone by, I would have found someone with the knoweldge and would have either foolowed that being's directives or I could have merely drifted in space for eons, forgotten to the universe. It matters only that I have found the Jedi and am able to aide them." Taking the sword-knife, the Android thrust forward quickly and with such a fluid motion that the fact he was a mechanical construct might be forgotten.
"My creator's face and species in now lost to me. The same protocols that allow me to funtion have burned any information dealing with my Father from my systems. If you thought to seek him out, you would find nothing in my mind to lead you to him." As he brought the large blade back in close to him, W4N-D3R slipped the razor edge into the collapsable holster in his chest and stoyed the weapon away. Turning around, the Android looked into the Neti Jedi's eyes, or would have, if he had any. Instead the master's gaze was met by the rigid black of Wander's faceplate.
"I have an imprinting program that will activate when the correct presence in the Force comes into close proximity to my sensors. Until and after that occurrence, I am bound to the Jedi and must defend them unless specifically ordered not to. When I have imprinted onto a single Jedi, the needs and defense of that individual may counteract my mandate to protect the entire Order. I have no record of the name or facial structure of this being, merely a frequency within the Force that will enact my secondary mandate." Turning back to his personal armoury, W4N-D3R seemed to forget about the Jedi near him and only offered some sort of electrical beep when Turan took his leave. Stowing and collapsing his weaponry, save for the large cannon, which he affixed to his back, shortly thereafter, the Construct turned towards the door and stepped past the other two masters, who barely had time to react before scrambling to get out of his way before he stepped on them. He continued into the hallway where he halted in a very mechanical way. He took no notice of the Jedi trying to get him to step back into the room, instead he focused his auditory sensors to locate the plant-like master.
Then, before the two masters could stop him, he turned and continued down to the room where he'd located the master and the individual the Neti was conversing with. Breaking with his sudden rude and uncompliant action, W4N-D3R stopped just short of the door to the room where Turan and Sherizada were speaking and seemed to shut down. His limbs froze and nearly all motor function ceased. It was likely that someone would think the large android had malfunctioned, when he had in fact simply stopped to allow the Jedi Master and the Senator to finish their conversation while he accessed the Temple's mainframe and downloaded the layout and any relevant data he needed into his own.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 8:43 pm
The next request was even more absurd than the first. She was already a prophet, in the most extreme sense of the term. A High Priestess was like that of a prophet, if asked the job descriptions to be side by side. One could not seperate one from the other. To trek the stars as a prophet? What kind of people were these Jedi? Sherizada sighed underneath her breath certain that even to this minute moment in time, she had not regretted offering herself as a vessel to this gentleman. However extreme his wishes had been.
'....you quit with your jokes.' "What?" Sherizada asked sheepishly, realizing that she had fallen for the oldest trick in the book. Humor. At what point in her life had she forgotten how to laugh and be merry? A smile reached across her face with open arms, allowing the sharpness of her teeth to glitter in the bright lights of the room. It was uncertain if she allowed herself to laugh, if she had it was too quiet to hear. Blushing at her loss of common interactions with people, she sat beside Master Uruk and folded her hands into her lap. "I apologize. It seems along with my nerves, my sense of humor has... disappeared." She allowed herself to chuckle, her hand covering her mouth as if it had been a sin to do so.
"You must be speaking of a senator. I have been informed, on my way up here that beyond knowing more than they need to, they can be quite an annoyance. I hope to learn from that knowledge.." She did not feel unwelcomed in his presence. Nor threatened. In fact, she had forgotten all about Cassus and her furry friend that were off in the medical wing of the Jedi Temple, hopefully receiving the medical treatment they needed. For the time being, however, she did not have a body guard, or needed one. As insulting as that seemed to the memory of her bodyguard protecting her from that awful presence a distant memory again.
"The Neti sound absolutely breathtaking. I wish that I could have met one a while back. You should think of retiring to my planet. You would be praised and protected, pampered even. The tree is the most sacred piece of our natural history. They would carve statues in your honor. Sing songs of praise to your people even." Sherizada thought about visiting the Neti people one day, if there was a place she could. Perhaps even convince them to join her on a pilgrimage back home. So that she might share their beauty with her people. How happy they would have been just to see this one great Master. That was what this trip was all about in the first place, the happiness of her people. And at thought, she leaned in closer to listen more intently.
Her eyes followed his as they reached towards the ceiling. What he was pondering was not her place to find out. She sat in silence, listening to the voices echoing down long corridors of solid stone. How their words jumped playfully from wall to wall like a dancer upon stage. It was soothing, if nothing else. "Wookie." Sherizada made more mental notes, she was absorbing so much information, how on earth would she find space to keep it all? She smiled at the memory along side of him. Trying to
"Master Uruk. You mentioned that you, 'feel,' what happened. May I ask what you meant by that? I believe that even with the knowledge I have acquired, I still do not understand. And if you feel as though it will help, I will let you do as you please."
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 2:22 am
The Grandest of Oaks
"No need to apologize at all my dear, a trying day can generally take away ones sense of humor. It is suffice to say I would wager you placed this day in the 'Trying' category." Turan said as she even laughed a bit, it was an enjoyable sound. Much like any songbird should have.
"Actually no. Jak-arr is just a simple man, and he speaks to straight forwardly to ever be a senator. There is also the small fact that he has not even a single credit or belonging, but I think that is what attributes his ability of knowing everything going on. He might make a good senator, but I don't think he would ever get anything done. He would actually do things to help the people and not just the government. Sorry wait just a second." Turan spoke admirable "I apologize, when you have lived quite as long as I have your memories can jump at times. I often find myself running down tangents when memories throw themselves to the front of my mind."
Turan breathed a remorseful sigh as she began talking about his people and what their place would be in her society. "My people are very few in this day. So few that the majority of the galaxy thinks we are a myth. My people do not migrate very far from their homeworld usually and a while ago our home system was rendered uninhabitable. Only a few small colonies of my people survived.
There is still hope though, my people drop seeds that can take centuries to enter sentience and come to life. There could be entire groves of my people who are sleeping somewhere, but I am not hopeful of that. Do not feel to bad for us though, there is a reason there are so few of us. You will be waiting quite a while for my retirement, I could serve this order for easily another three or four thousand years. We plants regenerate our cellular structure unlike animals like your self who degenerate. Technically with perfect conditions and no outside influence one of my species could live forever." It wasn't all bad being a Neti. "We wouldn't need statues either, we could become them if you like but we wouldn't need something else that is tall and looks like we do for that small moment. Especially the more fickle members of my people who change there appearance at every whim."
"Allow me to explain a little about that. There is an energy that exists within our universe that is existent in every single thing. Certain individuals through an abundance of this energy in their bodies gain the ability to use this energy to perform acts that seem impossible or even god like. Earlier this day you were able to see this when your assailant appeared from thin air and using this energy made your body guards explosive extremely volatile and moved it across the room without touching it. He further witnessed it at the hands of your assailant in his fleeting combat situation. That was the darker side of this energy." As Turan spoke he made an example out of a chair directly across from them, it began to float as he spoke about manipulation. It then began to swivel and turn as he went on. "There are many more things that that man could have done. On a principle for explanation you could say that I am just like that man, except that I use abilities and techniques that would be considered completely opposite. Instead of violent attacks and displays of force I can force terrible wounds to heal. I can repair your mind if it was damaged by trauma. I could create walls to stop you from getting hurt and many great things along those lines.
Visions are one of these abilities. I can see the future, the past, and even the present. These visions are usually indiscriminate or just slight warnings that are to give us hints of what is to come. They are not to be fully leaned upon because the future can change or what you have seen can not be the full story. I have seen the view from your bodyguards visor, but that is merely a video and a mandolorian would never allow me to use his mind for anything." As turan turned to the topic of her bodyguard his voice slightly flattened out, as if he was devoid of positive or negative feelings towards the individual. "Since you were there in the room I can use you as a conduit of sorts to aim my vision. It will be very simple, all you will have to do is place your hand in mine and wait for my eyes to reopen. Then you can be on your way and I will begin to take action."
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 12:43 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 7:14 am
W4N-D3R "There is no emotion, there is peace
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge
There is no passion, there is serenity
There is no chaos, there is harmony
There is no death, there is the Force" Just as W4N-D3R finished downloading the schematics for the Temple, a young Twi'lek came into the healing area with a wound. The android instantly moved to help her. Bending down, he spoke as he gently pried the girl's hand from her side. "Easy, Jedi, I only wish to help you. My designation is W4N-D3R." Closely inspecting the blaster wound, W4N-D3R also ran several scans over the young Jedi. Suddenly, he stiffened and stood straight.
"Are you able to walk, or do you need a hover gurney? There is an open healing room just there."
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