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  1. “Some of our Jedi helped the Imperials take this place from the Hutts too Admiral. We can be pretty effective even without a lifetime oath to an Empress.” Well one Jedi, and the very Jedi that had been assigned this new apprentice at that. The young man would be lucky to have such a Master, someone who had forseen the looming Sith Invasion for what it was nearly a year before the Galactic Alliance began their scramble to rearm. Brittany herself had only been in the Hesperidium flight academy at the time and like many young Jedi, she had daydreamed about helping the Imperials in their anti-sith crusade. But now that she was helping them a part of her, perhaps a selfish part, wanted desperately for the peace of her youth. She smiled back at the Admiral. And gave a deep bow. “I will let Master Kil know when she returns. Thank You Admiral.” She extended her arm to indicate that the apprentice was to walk in front of her as the two of them turned away and began to head further into the confines of the Citadel. “So Apprentice…” The Jedi Ace gave the young man a wry smile. “For now, Tell me of your training on Felucia and your own background as we walk to the mess hall. Food is free here for you, so why not grab a bite to eat while we await your new master?” ______________________________________
  2. Was that one of the Imperial Remnant high command? And he was talking to the wayward apprentice? Oh what trouble would this be? She felt her heart flutter for a moment as she continued her jog down the corridors towards the main entrances, hoping the young man was not saying anything too revealing. The Alliance operated just fine as it was, a conglomeration of old enemies who had only one thing in common. The destruction of the Sith. If she had been born fifteen years before Brittany would have been very likely trying to kill or disable that Imperial Admiral. Now she gave him a crisp salute. Her ungloved hand pressed keenly beside her eyebrow, and her pale eyes staring at him from beneath her second lieutenants cap. Of imperial design, which halfway clashed with the orange flightsuit and silver flightwings which designated her as belonging to the Jedi Order’s flight crew. “Admiral, I see you have met our new member!” She smiled warmly, perhaps more warmly than she felt, but she did have to put on a good show. “Well new to us at Nar Shaddaa at least.” She turned her gaze to Cassius. “Did your flight go well?” ______________________________________
  3. “I want a full report on the squadron.” She wiped her grease covered hands on her trousers, not even noticing that they did not get much cleaner . The XJ horizon engines were not clean pieces of equipment. Designed with warfighting in mind they had fuel efficiency and thrust in mind, not cleanliness or consistent thousand flight hour maintenance. The fighters had been given to the Jedi Order by the Imperial Remnant of all places, as second hand replacements to stem the tide of Jedi losses over Onderon, then Dark sun quickly after. They had served their purpose, but now they were showing their wear. Pulling heavy atmosphere duty day after day in combat air patrol was not a kind thing to an engine or an airframe that was designed for deep space flight. So now their squadron was in a deep maintenance cycle. Or what would have been a deep maintenance cycle if the impending Sith invasion did not get in the way of their plans. So the twelve Jedi Order pilots were doing a quick set of repairs and cleanings. Knowing that any minute, a Sith Armada would drop out of hyperspace. “Intercomm two indicates that there is a Jedi apprentice on standby. Needs an escort while his Master is sorted out by the council.” Brittany Vor’tok looked back at her assistant flight officer and sighed an exasperated sigh. It made sense, she needed a break, she needed lunch, but apprentice babysitting? Well it had to be done, even if she was dirty as seven hells. A quick stop in the refresher unit to change into a slightly less dirty set of bright orange flightsuits and clean the rest of the grease and carbon off of her forearms, and she was running down the corridors to find the young man. ______________________________________
  4. The padawan nodded as he watched. “That should work for me,” he responded, shrugging his shoulders before he locked the locker. Turning to look at Zelis, he motioned deeper within. “This way.” He led the way down several winding halls through several musty stone corridors and prefabricated durasteel walkways and stairways before they arrived at a sealed doorway that blocked the entirety of the stone tunnel, an original of the ancient temple. Able to be sealed in a moment to prevent the spread of contagions, it doubled as a state of the art security system. The padawan stopped to regard Zelis one last time. “Wait here.” He slipped through the doorway, sealing it behind him, leaving Zelis alone in the stone cobbled hallway. A few minutes later, a red-skinned Twilek garbed in sterilized gown and gloves stepped outside alongside Apprentice Healer Larka. “Zelis Mons?” she inquired pulling her gloves from her hands with a snap before extending one in a handshake. “You are here for Master Kil.” It was a statement of fact, revealing the fact that the rogue’s presence was known and expected. “She is not here. If you wish to find her, I believe she has been offering aid to the residents of Tik’ta Village about 14 klicks north of the Temple. They were hit hard by the Sith. If you are going that way, we have a shipment of supplies that could be taken that way. Apprentice Larka can escort you back to your ship and arrange for the supplies to be ferried to it. If you will excuse me, I need to return to surgery.”
  5. The bored looking Jedi pressed several buttons on his console. The sentinel glanced up from his outstretched hand to the tensed woman before him when she did not immediately hand over her documentation. She was stiffened, as if mentally preparing for battle. The Jedi shot her a sidelong glance, raising a single heavy eyebrow, daring her to try what she was thinking. And then, she relaxed, declaring her limbs and legal-ish weapons. While the Galactic Alliance was no more, theirs were a good standard to still carry for the most part. If she was lying, well, that would be dealt with if the situation arose. Taking the datapad, the Iktotchi mindlessly transferred copies of licenses and IDs, eyeballing them briefly as the system checked them against whatever files the Jedi had access to. A pleasant ding and he handed the pad back just as a younger human male, markedly late teens with a padawan’s braid and chin stubble came down the worn path through the trees. His white robes stood out against the dark greens and browns of the world around him. ”This is Padawan Larka.” The Iktotchi gestured to the new arrival. “He will escort you to the Temple’s healing center. Please be advised that weaponry is strictly prohibited in that area.” The heavy-browed Jedi looked at Zeris with a bit of amusement twinkling in his eyes as he nodded to her mechanized limbs. “Please enjoy your stay.” With that, the Jedi turned and made his way back towards his ramshackle office. ”Heya!” The padawan greeted Zeris as he sized her up. “Come with me.” He smiled gesturing back down the worn path he had just come from, turning and starting to go back. As they walked, the young Jedi eyeballed the woman’s mechanical limbs, his curiosity getting the best of him as they arrived at the outskirts of the sprawling ancient stone temple. “You do not look terribly injured, except for well,” he gestured to Zeris’ limbs. “Why are you here? Do you want to see if the Masters can regrown your limbs? I’ve never seen it, but have heard it can be done; even for species that could not normally regenerate a lost arm or leg.” Walking into the shadows of the yawning Temple entrance, the padawan waived Zeris over to a bank of lockers. “Any weapons you have should be locked up here.”
  6. “No!” The voice came from the village elder first then was picked up by the multitudes. The Citizens resisted. They had not survived coruscant and chandrila to be enslaved yet again! It started with a father shoving a sith trooper down, then it became a brawl. Women ran with children in their arms, and those children that could run scattered. These men and women had seen fire and death before. They would not bow to evil gladly, nor open their arms to become its slaves.
  7. The village leader shook his head in protest. Out of the mouth of evil only came the spattering of lies. “Why would we bend the knee to you when the Jedi have been nothing but helpful? They came here, they came to all of the small villages. Take your evil and leave. Run back to your masters lap.” He gestured to his daughter who fumbled with her comm link. He raised his cane towards the nightsister. “We came to escape your particular brand of filth. Your empire destroyed Coruscant and you destroy everything you touch. You may kill us here, but you will not win in the end.” He looked to his young daughter who was still trying to use her comm link to call for help from the temple to no avail.
  8. The trio broke apart like a wave on a strong cliff, spreading out with a single member wiping at a rapidly blackening eye and a dripping nose. He started to speak but the other two swiftly spirited away, dodging into an alley as the one they had been assaulting looked down to see a silver object glittering in his abdomen. A vibroknife. He let out a sharp cray and collapsed against one of the tall buildings. "Stay with him, I will get the other two.” The Jedi knight said, disappeared at a blistering pace after the two fled assailants. Leaving Cloak along with a wounded and moaning man. But perhaps the force could help him or guide him. Or there was a commlink to call the colonial militia and their medical staff.
  9. For @Cloak Britt gently guided the ex CorSec agent as they descended, feeling the first ripples of the force stretching out from him. Hesitant at first, but stronger as they went. Feeling the emotions of the world, however tumultuous they could be as she guided him down towards the underlevels of the once hutt owned city asteroid of Nar Shaddaa. But like all the other times she had been in the lower city a fight of some kind was breaking out. She gave it a glance and nodded. “That was the very beginnings of the force my friend. There is much still to learn. But for now, yes let us intervene, but be cautious. The thugs here are not above kidnapping or murdering Jedi Knights should we cross their paths and they outnumber us. Lead the way CorSec.” ______________ for @Katakros Liam nodded briskly from where he sat and considered for a moment before he responded. “It may be best that you have little training. Some find the power that lurks behind the sight or the force addicting and are lost to it. But for now I will ask you to close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Then when you have focused, begin to reach out, open that mind to the presences around you. While we may be in a mixed base of Imperials, Rebels, and Jedi, I believe you may be able to pick each one of us out by our attitudes.” HHe let his own eyes flutter closed. “Listen for the stern confidence of the Imperial Knight, his resolute righteousness even as he shines his armour in the room above. Expand your senses and tell me what you see and what you feel.” ((Describe three NPCS you can feel through the force.))
  10. For @Cloak “Oy don’t got much to say mate.” Whispered the young Rodian, his eyes somehow bulging even more than they naturally did. He tried a nervous grin but the trembling at the end of his proboscis like mouth kept the smile from being realized. He did not know much about the Jedi Order but he did know that they were dangerous and extrajudicial. His eyes focused on Britt’s belt, where the lightsaber dangled from its cord and he sighed. “I work for Calmine. Calmin the Tall. Trandoshan, red sector.” He bowed his head. “Please let me go and don’t tell my parents.” Britt laughed and shooed the youths away, free to go. She smiled at Cloak and indicated the long staircase that would descend into the lower levels. “You did well there CorSec. Now concentrate while we walk into the lower levels. Think deeply and find your center, then tell me what you feel.” It was a very introductory lesson in the force, but it would start the path. ((Describe what your character feels, and how he feels what he does. How does the city with all of its life feel around him?)) ________ For @Katakros Liam nodded, “Tell me about this sight? How do you access it and what have your people taught you?” They walked together towards the center training hall where many young people were receiving training from several jedi knights. Liam indicated one of the training mats and sat down upon it, indicating that the Chiss should sit down in front of him. “Show me how you access this Sight.”
  11. For @Cloak Britt grinned from ear to ear, one side of her smile slightly deformed from a sliver of scar that ran from from ear to halfway down her cheek. Shrapnel, especially during the rapid depressurization of one’s cockpit during a dogfight, could make wicked scars. And though she was a beautiful young woman, she had seen much fighting during the last five years of conflict. The ribbons on her pale blue uniform told as much. “Thanks Coresec, I'll let you do the interrogating.” Summoning the force she reached out and rooted the boots of the youths to the metal decking that made up the street. Frozen as they were, they had no chance to lead them on a chase and their leader, a Rodian male in his late teens, held up his hands in surrender as he saw the lightsaber. Britt’s voice was stern as she ordered them to empty their pockets and she collected the packets of spice from each of them. She looked to Cloak and indicated that he should pursue the line of questioning to find the higher ups of the small drug operation. _______________________________ for @Katakros “Well isn’t the Force just something eh?” Liam let out a long sigh and gave the Chiss a quick lookover before he turned back to watch the glowing lights of the turbolift. He pressed another button and waited for the lift to ascend to the upper most levels of the planet. When the lift finally reopened they were greeted by the garish lights of the upper districts. High level civilian shops and fully uniformed colonial militia patrols were the norm on this level and the high pyramids of the old Imperial Mission jutted up against the dark sky which was barely illuminated by the floating drydocks in high orbit. He indicated towards the closest metal ziggurat and together they walked into the Jedi Training Facility, which was housed in the outermost imperial mission. Liam pointed to the largest of the facilities as they walked. “These are the imperial missions, a initiative put together by the Imperial Remnant when they seized these worlds from the Hutt Cartels and Black Sun. They are designed to give jobs to the refugee and underground populations. They still function even after the Remnant formed the Rebel Alliance. And in time we may even visit one if you progress through the ranks of the Jedi Order.” He waved to one of the guards who saluted him. “There is no great formal process for joining the Jedi Order, most Jedi like myself just pick up new apprentices. Would you be interested?”
  12. Liam let a grin spread across his face as he watched the young chiss work out the moral quandary he had just gotten himself into. As the blaster discharged its crimson bolts into the prefab wall the Jedi KNight kept his green eyes on the crimson eyes of the Chiss. When the young man had made up his mind Liam beckoned towards a turbolift a quick job down the promenade. When they were safely inside the ascending turbolift he gave the Chiss a quick lookover. He took a breath in, letting the force flow through his tired muscles and then extended it towards the other man in an attempt to calm nerves he found already far too calm. “Ahhhhh.” He considered as a few more dozen floors ticked by. “I sense a little of the Force in you stranger. Have you ever considered the Jedi path?”
  13. For @Cloak Britt’s eyebrows raised a half millimeter before she looked back at the young Jedi Hopeful. Her voice was a bit surprised. “So Corsec…” She had decided to call him that instead of Cloak, “He is what I know about Corellia. A major push by the combined fleet of the rebel alliance came and forced the sith fleet back to centerpopint. A lot of people died, half of the fleet is still at drydock. I’d say if we can keep our momentum we might actually be able to take back the Core.” The excitement in her voice did not betray her own doubt at such momentum getting off the ground. “Though with our recent elimination of the spice mines at kessel I would say we might have a shot at taking out the big sellers. You want to see if we can?” She pointed towards one of the youth who was selling. “If you want to let's catch him. We don’t need to prosecute the little fish, but we could get the higher ups.” _________________________ For @Katakros Jedi Knight Liam VronWeis read the datapad report as he drake the last bit of his stimcaf from a paper mug. He could barely feel the slick metal pathway under foot as he sprinted towards where he could feel a dark sense of pain and anger. It could have been a speeder accident, he couldn’t tell, but what he could tell was the Imperial Colonial Police were probably not far away. The report on the datapad told him as much. But hey why not, he was already in the area, and though this was still a majority imperial remnant planet… It was technically also rebel alliance territory. An Alliance the Jedi Order took a leadership role in. The Imperial Remnant had folded into the Rebel Alliance after all, or had the Galactic Alliance folded into the Imperial Remnant? Well it was one huige rebel alliance now anyway. A rebel Alliance with stormtroopers and an empress leading it all. He shook his head, the caf didn’t help his already poor concentration, but he couldn't help but to laugh at the irony of it all. Seven hells there were even TIE fighters patrolling somewhere in the sky, but they were friendly. Bizarre. Laim almost ran smack into a young Chiss but skidded to a halt when he noticed the faint trace of blood on the man’s hands. Liam cocked a sloppy grin and extended a hand in the traditional human core worlds greeting. “Hello stranger, I can’t help but notice you may have just been in a bit of trouble.” He gestured to the obvious lightsaber on his hip. “Now trust me, its probably better you talk to me than any of the local Colonials.”
  14. Britt looked sideways at him for a few moments before beginning to push through the crowd again. “Your tale of woe is sadly as normal as drinking corellian ale here on Nar Shaddaa. What did CoreSec teach you? I hear it is a hard life. Does that life experience give you an insight as to the position or need of a fair and strict justice system?” She pushed until they were at the edge of the crowd where an Imperial Knight in his crimson armour was giving a half hearted speech about the ‘great victory’ at Corellia that the Alliance had somehow won just a few weeks before. The Knight Caught eyes with Britt then Cloak and gave them a crisp salute before beginning his speech again. Britt lowered her voice to conspiratorial levels. “I have not seen children kidnapped. I myself was given to the order by my mother.” She shrugged delicately. “Though I have no doubt some degree of credits changed hands. Likely so she could dive nose first into a pile of spice. I had the shakes for years after coming to the order because of her addiction. Nothing quiets a baby like a shot of glitterstim.” She scowled towards where a few adolescents were halfheartedly watching the speech from the back of the crowd. “Glitbiters are everywhere of course, but you know that from CorSec. But No I wasn’t kidnapped, though the Imperial knights probably do it. You could always ask him after he finished his speech if you want, or we can watch these kids sell spice.” One of the adolescents made a deal with another group of teenagers and a few small baggies of the stim passed hands. “So tell me Officer Cloak, would you intervene there?”
  15. Britt nodded as her eyes kept firmly on the stormtroopers weaving their way through the crowded bazaar towards them. When they came closer she gave them a wave which they returned and pushed their way to where Britt and Cloak were standing. Their grey and green armour marked them as the colonial garrison, and though they wore the stripes of a sergeant and a corporal, the pair seemed differential to the Jedi knight and companion. The sergeant pulled her helmet free and gave Cloak and Britt a friendly salute as the crowd gathered to receive the freely given fruit and vegetables. “You lot always have a better way of handling things eh?” The stormtroopers voice, now unmodulated by the lack of helmet, carried the brisk accent of Carida. Marking herself as a refugee, much like those that crowded around the two jedi and two colonial stormtroopers. “We always try to find a medium between the laws of man and the sense of justice they should carry with them.” The stormtrooper grinned at that and leaned down to look at the pair of weighted scales. She noted the modifications and nodded to Cloak. “A good decision.” She scooped up the scales and together with her still helmeted companion walked back off to their duty station. Britt turned her eyes back to Cloak and shrugged. “A wise decision indeed Mr Cloak. You acknowledge the extremity of laws without advocating their breaking. A sound moral decision.” She gestured towards the stormtroopers. “They will follow their own laws, the Imperial Remnant always did. Even before they formed the rebel alliance with the ruin of our Galactic Alliance. It has not been easy for me to work alongside stormtroopers. Tell me of yourself, what is your story?”
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