Grimo

Widdimur set the shuttle down in a natural clearing with a soft thump. The boarding ramp descended and the small Jedi hopeful stopped at the bottom of the ramp. The jungle was alive with the teeming masses of lives, both sentient and non, and Widdimur had trouble filtering them all out. The holocron from the man at the temple had helped him improve his telepathic abilities as well as his telekinetic ones, but this was simply beyond his ability. He tried anyway, stretching out with the Force and trying to get a sense of where exactly he was being led...

Widdimur dropped to the floor in relief as Sirius halted the duel. He realized his own limits, and while he had been holding his own quite well, his brash decision to launch himself on his opponent's attack had been about to cost him a few teeth. He gave a quick mock salute to the big man. "I concede defeat, large one. Perhaps we can finish this properly at some point in the future. Until we meet again." He bowed to both his opponent and Sirius. "I thank you for your willingness to help me in my travels. If there is ever anything you need from me, please to not hesitate to ask. I take my leave of both of you." With that, Widdimur padded softly out of the room. Next stop: Ossus...

The block came unexpectedly, as Widdimur had thought the man would jump over the attack, rather than blocking it outright. The moment of surprise passed though, as Widdmur's reflexes took over. As the man brought his rod up in a vertical stroke, Widdmur released his own rod and grabbed hold of the rod flying towards him. His slight weight was nothing the rod couldn't handle, though, and the attack carried him up and over the head of his opponent, flinging him into the air. At the peak of his ascent, the diminuitive creature twisted around and came diving headfirst at his opponent's face...

The staff clattered on the floor beside him. Widdimur did not make a move to retrieve it. He turned his head towards the master. "I have basic combat training, as I was a member of our village watch for the better part of three years. I can defend myself well enough." He gazed at his opponent, sizing him up, estimating speed and strength. Picking up the staff, Widdimur opened with a simple slash at the feet of the taller being, a quick motion not intended to actually hit anything, but more to gauge the reflexes of his opponent...

((Sorry I take so long, I just like to think things out first...)) The tray before him was loaded with the most delicious herbs and greens one could find this side of the Core, so Widdimur decided to take the man's offer and enjoy every last bite. Dessert wasn't much worse, and he enjoyed that, too. Once his meal was finished, as dropped his dishes off to the now impatient-looking dish boy. He mumbled his apoliogies and set the tray on the counter. Now, to find that man. He noted with curiosity that neither he nor himself had given the other a name to refer to each other, making asking someone useless, even if it had been allowed as part of his task. A clever ploy by this mysterious "trainer", or simply an oversight? Time will tell I suppose...he thought as he padded through the corridors, reading signs and faces, he tried to get a sense of the building. Unfortunately, he hadn't been trained in any such use of the Force. Good reflexes had been on his side throughout his life, but they were with all members of his species, as they had evolved from rodents. So, on the verge of giving up, a thought struck him. Shame on him for trying to use tthe Force when a perfectly good alternative was available! He hurried back ot the cafeteria and found the two seats they had occupied only moments before. Crouching on the bench, he pressed his nostrils to the seat across from his own, taking in a huge sampling of the man's scent. He set off again, but this time, the scent led him towards the opposite wing of the building. He smiled to himself. Always think simply. If nothing works, think more simply. The old adage his father had repeated to him so many times rang through his head. The scent lead him to some sort of training room, but there the trail ended. Or rather, it was lost in the smell of blood and sweat that permeated every inch of the room. He sighed. While his sense of smell was acute, it could easily be drowned out, and he had so little experience tracking humans...

Grateful for the man's understanding and acceptance the situation, Widdimur selected an assortment of vegetables and piled them onto a tray. He took a seat across from the large human and continued the conversation. "I've always felt the urge to know myself better, if that makes sense to you. I struggle to find words to express this need. I know enough about the Order to know that much of its focus is set on developing the mind and bettering the soul; it's not all about epic duels and destroying evil as the holos would lead one to believe."

((Finally got reliable internet back up. No more library for me!)) "My history does not carry with it the importance that some place upon it. For the time being, my story will remain in the skeletal form I give you: I was discovered to be Force-sensitive by a traveling Jedi Knight, and was directed here to receive training," Widdimur replied as he fell into step with the taller being. His destination was not clear at the moment, but he was satisfied that he seemed to be accepted, for the moment.

The diminuitive Widdimur nodded slowly to the man that had approached him. "I have recently been informed of my latent ability to sense and touch the energy you know as the Force, and now I come seeking training and knowledge, and was told that this is indeed the place to do so," he said, searching the other's face.

Widdimur disembarked slowly from the massive passenger liner into the open hangar near the center of the Galu spaceport. After riding for so long through deep space, his joints were stiff and his muscles cramped, despite his young age. He hailed down an air taxi and headed for the Jedi Temple... A short while later, the young Kushiban stood framed in the doorway of the Jedi Temple. He waited patiently for someone to address him amidst the bussle of activity.

New character, I've done away with Erek, the human Rebel. I always play as a human on other boards and never as a Jedi, thought I'd cover two bases in one... Real Name: Widdimur Nickname: none Age: 20 years(Juvenile) Species: Kushiban Height: 22 inches tall Weight: 65 pounds Fur: Cream, Black when agitated Eyes: Green Sex: Male Homeworld: Kushibah Alignment: Good Clothing: None, Kushiban do not where clothes Weapon: None for now... Force User Inventory: None Posessions: None EDIT: Well as long as Unforgiven is making one with black fur, consider the pic below as an exact portrait of my character...

Erek saluted and headed for his ship. He stopped by the depot on his way to pick up supplies for the trip. A few extra blaster clips, grenades, armor, mines, a typical soldier shopping spree. Zink prepped the ship for take off and was ready to blow once Erek arrived. The freighter blasted out of the hangar with a roar and was quickly out of sight.

Erek woke rested and ready for action. Unfortunately, it seemed that all of the people who could help him were busy at the moment, so he helped himself to a tour of the base, being careful to avoid the restricted areas, of course. After a while, Erek stopped by the sergeant's office and knocked lightly on the doorframe. Excuse me, sir. I hope I'm not interrupting here. I was simpl wonderning if my paperwork was done, and if not, if there was anything I could do, on or off-planet, in the meantime.

After wandering the halls for an hour or so, Erek reached the ramp to the Eye. Never had any captain been so in love with such a mediocre ship. A standard YT-2000 freigther with a banged up hull and factory-shipped components, the Eye of Sorrow was by no means a combat vessel. Erek had plans to change that, of course, but for the moment he just stood and took in the beauty of the only thing in the galaxy that was truly "his". He smiled and boarded the ship. Zink was going to be excited to start adding the new hull plating to the Eye... After several hours of grimy work, the Eye was good as new. The hull plating that Erek and Zink had added was a darker and thicker version of the plating found on the Corellian gunships running the Imperial blockades. Strong enough to take many hits, but eventually it would wear away. Better than the weak and paper-thin plating that came standard on the YT-2000s though. Erek took a quick shower on board and laid down in his bunk for a long nap...

((Haha, my bad )) Erek Bowed slightly. Then I shall take my leave of you, sir. He turned and headed for his ship. He had a few things in mind for modifications to the hull, mostly defensive changes, truth be told. Erek wasn't one for flashy combat and high-flying maneuvers. He had learned quickly while flying the Rim that outlasting your opponent was much more important than building a reputation as a hotshot pilot.

As Erek filled out the required paper work, he idly wondered just how difficult it would be to hide Imperial connections from these people. Word had it that the Bothans were alligning themselves with the Alliance, so it probably would be extremely hard to keep anything in the past a secret. He finished the papers and handed them back to Johnson. There you go sir, all done. If you have no further need of me, I'd like to work on my ship for a few hours.