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    To be honest, Mjan was taken aback by Beth's outburst. He wasn't sure how the Empire did things, but during his time training under Aira and as short life a pilot, this has been everything he knew. Even after the Battle of Dark Sun Station, Captain Rose always slept alone, usually in her fighter. "Its not that we segregate Commander." Mjan spoke, his gaze shifting to young Nia briefly before turning back to Beth. "As a Jedi, we must separate ourselves from any and all attachments. There is a strong bond formed between Master and Padawan, and given the case with Nia and myself, it could be develop into mixed feelings for either of us. So the Order suggests separate quarters." That, and in truth, with Nia being his first Padawan and her level of innocence, he felt it best to allow her to have some privacy. He didnt want or need her distracted during training with worries of it being invaded. In this regard, he planned to bunk with his fellow male compatriots while allowing Beth and Nia the comforts of an all female refresher. Thankfully, when they arrived aboard the Maelstrom, Mjan was relieved that the higher-ups had thought of this beforehand, actually segregating the crew in general. "Forgive me Beth. I meant no disrespect nor insinuation..." Mjan began to speak, hoping to calm the young Commander down despite Captain Rose' gossip mill. "Although my Captain surely would." A hand slapped the back of his head as Captain Rose passed by and heard what he said, a glare of death being recieved by Mjan as her gaze pierced his soul. "I was merely requesting to respect our general differences during moments of privacy." Not sure if his words had done any good to quell Beth, Mjan turned to Nia. "Join the others in your section of the Barracks and meet me in the Hangar Bay once you've settled in. I'll meet you there around 0300 and we'll talk more." Turning back to Beth, Mjan extended the invitation. "You're welcome to join as well Beth. I may need your insight, or you can just watch to pass the time." And with that Mjan excused himself as Nia and Beth went toward their opposing barracks. It wouldnt take long. Mjan rarely carried anything but what he needed, so there was no need for unpacking. But he did take the few minutes to hit the refresher, his robes full fuel oders and sweat. Once he finished, he threw on a fresh change of clothes and headed toward the Hangar Bay, arriving just a few moments before the intended meeting time. Taking the spare time, Mjan walked about and examined its interior, asking questions about a simulator being aboard.
  2. Mjan stood up from his chaired position, a chuckle erupting under his breath as he his grip lifted the brief's datapad from the table. Rose was known as a jokester, a memorable moment of a prank played upon Mjan crossing his mind. His gaze shifted toward Nia and his chuckle subsided as he noticed her still face. He knew the look of troublesome thoughts. Next chance alone, he would ask her about what bothered. Feeling a slap across his back, Mjan winced predictably out of reaction as he turned to gaze Beth again, a smile across his face. She was definitely a well defined pilot, her actions reminding his alot of his own Captain. A feeling of ease washed over him knowing that so many veteran pilots would be a part of this project, his own infancy as one apparent. He knew he was lucky to have survived Dark Sun. "I was considering an old 170 myself. Nia here has no training, so I'm hoping the Maelstrom has an on board simulator she could study with." Mjan spoke, looking past her toward a weeping Oden Sun as the oaf watched his X-Wing being stripped, an emotional sorrow filling up Mjan in response. "If not, the co-pilots chair is as best a place as any to learn. You're welcome to pilot if you want to join us and I'll take the rear guns." It was more of a jest than seriousness, but Mjan wouldnt turn her down if she chose to create a crew with him and Nia. If not, he knew Captain Rose would, her favorite aspect of the ARC being the tail guns. It's how he had came to know the ship as well as he did, the Twilek obsessed with it and the Y-Wing. At that thought, he chuckled in silence. Mjan's reddened face turned a briefly deeper shade when Beth poised the opportunity to bunk together with her, his mind to have yet even consider that aspect, his gaze shifting to Nia and realizing that it would be unbecoming if she and he had even bunked together. His four fingered hand reached up and scratched at the back of his head through his blackened hair in slight embarrassment. "You ladies are more than welcome to if you wish. But I'm afraid I'll have to bunk with the guys." Mjan's gaze shifted toward Rose, the woman's gears already turning at the overheard conversation. "Captain Rose has a tendency to let her active imagination run wild." Mjan chuckled as Rose's face pouted at her overhearing his response. "I do not!" Rose yelled as Mjan turned back to the two, Jax and Oden nearly choking on their shared laughter beside her.
  3. Mjan listened attentively to Nia as she spoke, hearing her words and noticing her forcable trouble with the Galactic Basic language. Mjan looked away for a moment as she finished speaking and thought back to his days as a child. As a youngling in the his former Order, he was taught Galactic Basic along side their native tongue of Tsis, to which their Species had derived their identity from when the exiles first laid claim to their former. He remembered his own struggle with it, the garbled sounds his tongue made as he struggled to learn it where his native tongue came so easily. He understood her own plight perhaps even more than she did. Turning back, he smiled. "Indeed. But the Force is both more simplistic and complex than that in the same notion." Mjan and Nia exited the lift and turned toward their destination, his hands interlocked behind him as he walked, his saber stave now hung across his back and held together by a simple sash. "My own people, the Sorcerers of Tund whom believed in a unified Force often taught that the Force is neither light nor dark, that is the nature of the species wielding it that determines its alignment." Mjan stops briefly, his face showing simple signs of thought as he carefully chose his next words. "But I believe that the Force is both Nature and separate at the same time. It flows through all things, and yet, has a will of it's own, symbioticly speaking. Like a ivy growing upon a tree so to speak. The tree is nature, simply existing as life. But the ivy, although the same, has direction and purpose." "My Master and I often held similar conversations during my tutelage under her..." Mjan spoke as he began to walk again and turned down the hall toward the briefing room where Captain Rose and the others stood in wait. "Especially what it meant to be a Jedi." He turned his gaze toward her and winked with a subtle chuckle. "I believe being a Jedi is simple to blades of grass in a shallow pond. The pond represents the ripples of chaos and darkness and the blades represent the Jedi who stand firm against the ripples, slowing them and even stopping them as needed while each protecting the others from being overcome by the ripple should it prove to be too powerful. And when the blades eventually wither and die as nature intended, the ones it protected are strong and sturdy to repeat the process just as a Master does for his or her pupil." Reaching Captain Rose and the others, Mjan nodded his head as the twins opened the door leading inside. "But all the while, the blades of grass also have a separate purpose that stems to all of them and that is protecting the life that hides beneath the water and within the grass." Mjan finished as they stepped inside. Taking their seats, they watched the events unfold, a certain uneased posture taking hold of Mjan's face as they were briefed. He did not like the idea of espionage nor pretending to be something he was not. But Mjan had began to grasp the subtle concept of war and what it took to prevent casualties. He may not have liked it, but he understood the necessity. As the Officer concluded and questioned the group, Mjan simply nodded his head without saying a word, Captain Rose standing and speaking for her crew. "Understood. But be warned, my assumed identity better be cute." Jax and Oden could be heard chuckling under their breath as she spoke.
  4. Mjan thought back to when he first arrived at Borleias, his nervousness upon first entering the Jedi Temple there, his ecstatically notion at what he could learn and behold from their vast collection of knowledge and wisdom. But as he talked, he kept a close and watchful eye upon young Nia. You could tell alot about a being by their first interactions, how they respond, hesitation, movements of their body language, etc. And that was what Mjan had been paying close attention to this entire conversation, her stature very close to his own when he first came to the Jedi. Though, back then he had just left the only thing he knew in life, a former apprenticed Sorcerer of Tund in search of understanding the lightside of the Force in order to learn to truth of the Unified Force his former Order stood to practice. He chuckled under his breath at the thought. "Mjan, please. I'm not big on formalities." Mjan spoke in return, trying to calm her uneasiness and nerves with familiarity. "No need to worry about that at the moment. My X-Wing is of the Tandem variant if we are deployed. The former Captain of X-Caliber squadron liked to train his pilots the old fashioned way rather than in a simulator, and with me being a Jedi Knight, Captain Rose felt it would better suit me should I ever take on a Padawan." Mjan winked, hoping his actions and words would ease the young Nautolan. His gaze shifted briefly to Captain Rose and the others as they began to head out of the hangar before turning his gaze back to both Nia and Beth, whom he hoped had read her datapad by now and would be joining him and Nia as well before he turned to Kel. "It was nice to meet you Kel, and I hope our paths cross again in the future. Unfortunately now I must report in for duty, which means you as well Nia. Commander Beth, I shall see you there? Mjan awaited each response before he bowed, motioned for Nia to follow, and excused himself. Once upon the lift, Mjan turned to young Nia with a general curiosity. "Tell me a little more about yourself Nia. What are your views upon life and the Force?"
  5. Mjan's hand reached up and began stroking the tendrils that hung from his chin, similar to a human stroking the hair of his beard, as Kel provided answers. He knew Nia's plight all too well, her reasons having turned to Kel becoming obvious, especially his mentioning her Father's lightsaber. He smiled most kindly to the young Nautolan. "I see." He spoke to the two. "Following in your Father's footsteps and becoming a Jedi?" Mjan questioned inquisitively, his gaze fixated on Nia alone now. "If you have no objections, as a Knight within the Order, I can take you on as my Padawan. But that would require you to join X-Caliber Squadron as well." As he waited for her answer, allowing the thought to truly be processed, Mjan turned to Beth. "Onderon was before my time, but I appreciate the sentiment all the same and return it as well." Mjan spoke as he placed the sheathed stave back to his side with his hand upon the grip, noticing the sorrow that filled the pilot's own eyes. He may not have been there, but he could tell she had been, or atleast knew more about it than he did. Extending his hand and accepting her's. "I look forward to the day that we see who's Squadron is the better." Mjan spoke in jest in his last statement, but as he did, Captain Rose made her approach and Mjan turned his head as her voice whispered in his ear, Beth talking to Kel about his Master as this transpired. He turned back, his gaze shifting straight to Beth. "Maybe sooner than we thought. Better check your Orders." With that, Mjan turned back to Nia. It was time for his departure, and he hoped she would accompany him. But only she could choose this path. He only hoped she had reached a conclusion that was of her own volition and not one pressed upon her by him, her hopes, or time itself. "Have you reached a decision Nia?"
  6. "Templar Squadron eh?" Mjan spoke with a glimmer in his eye. "You guys have been making quite a name for yourselves. I heard of you guys before I even joined the Jedi Fleet during my tutelage under Master Aira. It's a honor Commander." Grabbing his pikestave, Mjan presented it to her, letting the Force flow throw its contents as the two ends spun out of place and hovered, revealing the cylindrical outline of his lightsaber before he briefly activated the amber blades. "A Jedi is never without his or her weapon, but it gives the reasonable appearence of a unorthadox walking or combat staff for most." Mjan deactivated it and let the parts return. With that, he winked. His gaze shifted toward Rose and the others and chuckled. "You'd be right in the assumption, my own X-Wing being the former Captain's who perished over Onderon. But I was only recently transferred into it during the battle at Dark Sun. I suppose they thought it sounded cool, but they're truly devoted to their mission, so you may hear of us more and more in the coming war." Just then Nia spoke up, causing Mjan to shift his gaze back toward the young hopeful with a smile. "Please, Mjan." He requested as he placed his hand over his chest and bowed. "There's no need for apologies. When I first joined the Jedi, I was constantly nervous over my race. Still can be, though for different reasons. You will fall in when the right time comes, and will blossom in your own way." His gaze shifting about, having noticed that the two were alone without their trainers, he poised a question in general concern. "Where are your Masters, Nia, Kel? Though these may be safe grounds, it's not wise to stray too far from them."
  7. "No. I don't mind..." Mjan said with a chuckle as his gaze met first with Nia, the young hopeful withdrawn but inquisitive. It was a good quality to possess, curiosity often led many out of their shell of shyness and presented topics for open discussion without realization. With a bow of his head in presentation, Mjan finished his sentence. "I am Kissai, of the Tsis... or Sith in basic... species." As he spoke this, his gaze shot toward Beth with sorrow filled eyes as her realization, if she hadn't already, would likely rub suppressed memories in a horror filled manner. He was not proud of his heritage, especially the little known fact of his Adas bloodline, but he had long ago accepted who he was for better or worse. And as a former Sorcerer of Tund, the darkness that plagued his species had slowly been displaced over the generations since their exile. It existed, but they had long fought to suppress it, and with the aid of the lightside, Mjan had managed to nearly rid himself completely of it. "Well met Kel Koon." Mjan spoke in return, quickly adjusting his gaze from the Lieutenant toward the other Jedi in an attempt to levy the tension he felt mentioning his species. Quickly searching his satchel, he pulled forth a few herbs for pain and a small container of salve made from roots he had gathered during his time on Borleias. "Its not much, but the healing properties are outstanding. I found that by increasing the natural flow of the Force through the roots, I was able to enhance not only the soothing capabilities, but increase its healing potency as well by mixing mud to act as a bonding agent." Mjan found himself intrigued by the two, Kel's presence nearly mimicking his own even as a mere Padawan, and Nia's presence though untapped, presenting grand skill in healing even as a Hopeful. Handing over the herbs and salve, Mjan laid his pike staff to the side and took a seat. "Forgive my intrusion. I have socialized much with other Jedi since I was taken on as Master Aira's Padawan and was thrust into combat at Dark Sun shortly after my Knighting. My Captain over there felt it would do me some good to introduce myself while we were stationed here."
  8. X-Caliber Squadron arrived in the hangar bay with a subtle yet irritated thump as Captain Rose and the group powered down their engines and climbed out of their infamous X-Wings. Oden threw his helmet across the bay in disgust as Zac and Jax tried to console the angered Human as Mjan and Rose chuckled away, removing their gear and setting it aside. It seemed like the battle of Dark Sun Station had been months ago by the way the group seemed to click and its memory dissipated, but in truth, it had only been but a few days, Mjan fitting in perfectly. "So Master Jedi..." Rose nested as she climbed upon a few crates near her ship, plopping down and laying her lekku back in the artificial wind. "You think you're enjoying your assignment to the crew of the X-Caliber?" "I cant rightfully say..." Mjan jested back as he placed his palm over the eye patch and pressed against it to check the suction against his blinded eye. "Are you enjoying your rise in stature, Captain?" After arriving at Nar Shadaa, Mjan had requested permanent placement in the X-Caliber squadron as well as a rise in Rose's rank due to her saving his life during the battle at Dark Sun with Fleet Command, and after two grueling days of waiting, recieved a welcoming agreement just a day prior. Mjan's gaze shifted toward Oden Sun and the Cathar twins, the previous having problems with his X-Wing and allowing his temper to gain the better of him. They were a rowdy bunch, but each of them had aided him during the battle in more ways than Mjan could count. And once more, they had taken him in willingly as one of their own, placing him in their former Captain's X-wing which now adorned his own name. The battle had been a gruesome ordeal for the Jedi Knight. He went in with little experience outside his own fighter, felt the atrocities that transpired in waves through the Force as he fought both the enemy and his views as a Jedi during the engagement, and now he stood amongst the group as an equal even in skill. And there was even a part of him that pondered leaving the Order and becoming solely a member of the X-Caliber Squadron despite his original goal of joining the Order. But Rose had talked him out of it for the most part, reminding him that he was a Jedi first and foremost. He smiled and shifted his gaze again as he joined his Captain upon the crates. But as he settled, something caught his eye in the distance and caused him to tap Rose on the shoulder and alert her of their presence just as Oden, Zac, and Jax walked up. At the other end of the hanger were two Jedi and what appeared to be another pilot (@Beth Andromina, @karyu128, @Nia Doarr) badly injured, but standing. He could feel Rose's palms digging into his shoulders through his robes as she shoved him to go socialize, which Mjan resisted at first until he felt himself fall forward once Jax aided her. He could tell the two Jedi were strong in the Force like himself, their level of aid flowing around them. But Mjan had never been one to make unwanted approaches, especially when other Jedi were busy attending, but Rose was a bit of a instigator. "That's an order Lieutenant." Rose jested with a forced stern, Mjan looking back with his own forced chuckle. "Yes ma'am" Grabbing his pike staff, Mjan began the trek over. "Unfortunately, those of my kin have lost themselves to the darkness within their hearts before they were even born, a trait spanning our entire recorded history." Mjan spoke in return as he walked up, the Tsis Jedi Knight bowing with regal. "Forgive my manners. I am Jedi Knight, Lieutenant Mjan Sadow iv-Adas of X-Caliber Squadron." Though he was Sith, the very creatures they had fought in the previously mentioned battles that the Pilot mentioned, his yellow eyes shown with kindness unexpected as he met their shared gazes if they were but to look past the crimson of his skin and the tendrils and spurs that adorn the Kissai's face. "Can I offer any assistance? I'm not proficient in healing, but I do have some salve and herbs for burns."
  9. MSA

    Armegedons

    Before the Great Schism, not much is known about this unknown humanoid species outside of speculation and hearsay. Said to hail from a long destroyed planet in the Deep Core, a world known in basic as Armegedia, this species take on and derive their last name from it in remembrance. A near humanoid species in appearance, their only tell-tale differences are glowing eyes and silver to white hair atop their bronzed skin and strong sensitivity to the Force, traits that dominate genetics no matter what species they interbreed with. Outside of this, their history and truths are lost to the ages of time. The Great Schism The first recorded appearance of House Armegedon took place during the Great Schism where two brothers, Ojin and Tor Armegedon, were mentioned to have been a part of the Jedi Order until Tor Armegedon followed Xendor and Arden Lyn away from Ossus to Lettow. It is recorded that Ojin was forced to slay Tor at the Battle of Columus before he disappeared without a trace from recorded history. The Second Great Schism The next recorded appearance found in the Jedi Archives of House Armegedon takes place during the Hundred Year Darkness where a Jedi Master by the name of Scorpius Armegedon is noted as a highly decorated War Hero and Jedi High Council Member, as is his nephew, Sune Armegedon, a Jedi Knight who was present at the Battle of Corbos where the Dark Jedi were finally defeated. Another Armegedon, presumably Sune's sister or perhaps a cousin, was recorded amongst the defeated Exiles before their shipment to Korriban. Great Hyperspace War Two other Armegedons are recorded during the Great Hyperspace War. One is Lunus Armegedon, a Jedi Knight whom fell during the first Battle of Korriban and another is an unknown Armegedon overheard to be called Yan, a Sith reported to have been spotted during the second Battle of Korriban - however, it's unknown as to whether or not this variant of the Armegedon Bloodline actually existed or if it was speculation that was recorded. Other Known Armegedons Krell Armegedon - Republic Officer during Gank Massacres Yan Armegedon - Actual recording of the Sith Armegedon as a Naddist during the Beast Wars of Onderon. Shun Armegedon - Jedi Knight; Third Great Schism Leonis Armegedon - Jedi Knight, Revanchist; Krath Holy Crusade, Mandalorian Wars, Jedi Civil War, First Jedi Purge Lunari Armegedon - Republic Officer, Jedi Knight; Great Galactic War, Cold War, Galactic War, Revolt against the Eternal Empire, earlier parts of the Third Galactic War Septus Armegedon - Jedi Master; New Sith Wars Odin Armegedon - Republic Officer; New Sith Wars Cyrus Armegedon - Jedi Knight; New Sith Wars Jinn Armegedon - Jedi Knight/Master; Huk War, Clone Wars, Great Jedi Purge Rin Armegedon - Sith Inquisitor; Great Jedi Purge, Galactic Civil War Sun Armegedon - Alliance Officer; Jedi Knight; End of Galactic Civil War, Second Imperium Crisis, Yuuzhan Vong War, Dark Nest Crisis, Swarm War, Second Galactic Civil War, Lost Tribe of the Sith Emergence Ra'kel Armegedon - Jedi Knight; Sith-Imperial War, Second Imperial Civil War, Third Jedi Purge Ragnar Armegedon - Brother to Ra'kel Armegedon said to have settled down on Dantooine after the loss of his sister and his family's long history with the Force, also known as the last surviving member of the Armegedon lineage. Phantorius Armegedon - Self Exiled Jedi Master whom married the ex Sith Lord Marie Baldor and fathered Jedi Knight Scorpio Armegedon, New Republic Lt. Luna Armegedon and The Pirate Odin Armegedon.
  10. Tre' smiled toward the two as he stood up, his green gaze shifting toward the window overlooking Felucia's jungles as he stared out toward them and interlocked his hands behind him. "Yes. That is partial true. It does depend on how you use it, but it also depends on your nature." "The Force is like this planet, and in truth, all of nature. It is both light and dark, but neither at the same time. It simply exists, a energy that intertwines with nature as a whole." Tre turns back to the two, his mind lost upon his words as he tries to gather the right paraphrase to explain what he means. "In nature, it is balanced, neither light nor dark, a neutral element. But in the hearts of both sentients and creatures, it's characteristics are defined as light or dark, depending on their nature." Motioning his hand for both to sit, Tre glides past the past gracefully and kneels behind them. He reaches out his long and slender hands toward their shoulders and speaks. "Close your eyes and breath slowly and deeply. Calm yourselves and listen for the flow that surrounds us. For some, it sounds of music, others, it sounds of a stream, and even rarer, it sounds like a bustling city. But listen for its call and tell me what you hear." Dreg sat there mostly in silence, doing as Master Tre instructed. He took deep breaths in and exhaled them slowly, matching the rhythm of his heart nearly to the rise and fall of his chest, his ears twitching to every single sound that was made. But the Force did not call to him. He sighed deeply as he opened his eyes and looked backwards to Master Tre before turning to Solestran and checking her progress, Master Tre's gaze looking upon Dreg with compassion. He had tried this exercise at least three times that he knew of and still had not heard or felt its call. His gaze shifted to Solestran as well, wondering how she would fair.
  11. "You're welcome." Dreg spoke with a smile, or his attempt at one, as beings like Cathars and Shistavanen lacked the muscle movements humanoids held to truly mimic such expressions fully. Still, his golden eyes revealed his intent with openness. "I'll see you in the morning then." And with that, Dreg departed, leaving the girl to her own devices. She could access most of the areas around her, as Dreg instructed. But outside of the quarters of the Temple, she would need the presence of a full fledged Jedi to truly explore. Thankfully, Tre' was taking care of that at the very moment, sending a comm message out to a specific Jedi Knight he had in mind for the young girl. It would be awhile before this Knight would receive the comm, possibly longer should something befall Mjan. But Master Tre' had a knack for pairing newly Knighted Jedi with purposeful Padawans, and he felt this would be the most promising of his works. With that, he settled in for the night with meditations and a restful night's sleep. When morning came, Dreg was awaiting Solestran where he had left her the evening before. Once she arrived, he would guide her to where Master Tre' had instructed them to meet him, leading them past the courtyard where Tre had brought the young girl yesterday evening through another courtyard, past a meditation chamber, and into a training room. When they arrived, Master Tre' would be kneeling within the center of the room deep into his morning meditations. Yet, despite his depth of meditation, one of his eyes opened and his gaze fell upon the two as they entered. Returning to his stature, he spoke. "Tell me what you two know of the Light and Dark sides of the Force." Tre spoke, with Dreg offering up his own explaination of the two standing for good and evil amongst Force Users, but most importantly, he paid attention to what Solestran thought about the two.
  12. Tre' observed her as she spoke, her spirit filled with the brash innocence of youth. He smiled, as one similar to herself had wandered these very halls not long ago himself. "I see. So your father was Jedi?" He questioned her knowledge of her own sensitivity to the Force as his green eyes glared into her own, mindful of the similarities she held to this other pupil he thought of. Before she had a chance to respond however, his hand motioned one of the Initiates over to him, turning back toward her. "This is Dreg." His hand offering introductions to the Cathar. "Dreg, show her to her quarters, and both of you meet me here in the morning after a good night's rest." He chuckled. "We'll have a long day ahead of ourselves." With that, Tre' stood, bowing as he excused himself, and walked away, disappearing around a corner a few yards away. As he left, Dreg offered his large furred hand to introduce himself. "Don't mind Master Tre so much. His mind acts differently than ours, some would say faster in truth. But he's a kind and gentle soul like most of the Masters here, if not more so." Dreg motioned for Solestran to follow, first showing her the escalators that flowed down into the mess hall, then where the showers were all well as where she could acquire standard robes should she wish, and finally to where they would meet up in the morning before heading to meet Master Tre'. "Well this is where we will meet up in the morning. Your room is down that hall behind you, FD-4478." He said pointing across from him. "Mine is this way, MD-3568, if you need anything through the night." He said, this time pointing to his left straight ahead. "You should find everything you need in your room. Any questions before I head to bed?"
  13. Glad you're doing good girl. Miss ya.
  14. A brief moment of silence lingered upon the air after her exclamation, the smile upon his face hidden by the elongated fingers that stroked at his chin, his green gaze still falling upon her form as he slightly teased at her before he finally revealed the hidden smile. A slight chuckle could be heard snorting forth that resembled a Gamorrean grunt as he turned, placing a palm upon her shoulder to turn her with him. "I see child." He spoke, this time a more serious tone echoing within his gentle voice as he began walking away from the Temple's Entrance toward an inner courtyard where a handful of Initiates and Padawans were, some studying, some meditating, a couple sparing. "Tell me why you wish to become a Jedi young one. Why be so willing to give up such a long life ahead of you for a life of servitude and sacrifice?" Motioning for her to sit, his hand reveales a small pond with various fish swimming within, a duracrete barrier running its course around it, as he took a seat and motioned his hand across it's still surface, small ripples following its wake. "We Jedi are like these fish, confined to our duties, making sure the murky waters of darkness does not overcome our beloved Galaxy, and like the ripples my hand have caused to the water..." Just as he speaks, the fish within rush toward his hand, nipping at the path his hand made. "The Force is our only way of knowing when our Galaxy have been invaded."
  15. Despite the recent beefing of the security here at Felucia, it was still a relaxed atmosphere outside the refugee camps and within the Temple grounds for most travelers. Most were scanned and allowed entrance while Jedi Masters roamed its many halls making mental notes of each that visited, even some requiring the occasional probing approach if one's mind seemed too well guarded. One of these Masters was a Jedi Instructor by the name of Tre' Vo, a unique Kaminoan with green eyes whose slender form seemed to almost glide through its many halls as he walked amongst those seeking refuge, aid, or even medical help. It was during one of these visits when he felt a ripple of emotions pulsing about, his gaze shifting and falling upon a human girl that had recently walked in, the look upon her face echoing it both amazement and of confusion. With a smile, he made his approach. "How can I help you, little one?" He poised in question as he approached Solestran, his longer slender fingers intertwining as he clasped his hands together and bowed his elongated neck. "I am Jedi Master Tre' Vo, but you are welcome to call me Tre'." As he spoke, his green gaze fell upon her in his own wonderment, curious questions as to what had brought her to Felucia and what it was that she sought, tempted to but reluctantly not allowing himself to prowl about her mind as a small few would do, and instead choosing to let her reveal herself as she wished.
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