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Ary the Grey

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  1. Aryian's mouth opened as the pain hit him, but the force numbed it for him, as it always did. He did not want to hurt Leo, so he tuned down his saber setting as he climbed the last rung. ((There. I diddn't know that. Now we have a duel!! YIPPEE!!!)) Only, as he faked moving slow because of pain, he pushed with the force as he stepped off the last rung, shooting forwards, a force blast erupting from his palm. His saber stood ready in his right hand to block any counterattack Leo might conjure up. ((i.e. no more raking me with your saber. Naughty, naughty.... ))
  2. ((Umm...lightsabers don't have a stun setting... )) Aryian looked up, clearly in pain from the burn mark on his gut. But it did not show on his face, not even after he began to speak. "Please, I don't wish to hurt you. You realize that you are going against a full knight training, as well as the training I've recently experienced. Truly, you do not know who I am." Aryian leapt, the force jump propelling him to the narrow catwalk on the celing areas. From there, he took an exit ladder to the roof as fast as he could, the light from his sabers dimly following. Away from the students here. They do not need to see this. He wanted some? He was going to get some. He hooked up his lightsabers up inot the style of fighting he was best at: The staff saber. The force surged through him as if he were an electrical conduit while he waited.
  3. "One, I was just joking. But how could I pass up an offer like that? Two, you'd better prepare yourself." Aryian retuned his lightsabers to normal frequencies, and began to tap into the force, just like his master had taught him. The amount he needed right now was immense... He looked back up at Leo, his eyes glowing a fiery blue. Igniting both his sabers, he opted not to rejoin them into a double lightsaber. "Are you ready?" Aryian surged forward impossibly fast, feinting a swing towards Leo's head with the right saber, but quickly drawing it back for defense as he slashed at his legs with the left one.
  4. ((Sorry for the wait, Leo, Homework is just crazy this week...)) Aryian watches Jurha go, disengages his own lightsaber, and hooks them both to his belt. "My dear friend, whoever said that I was untrained?" Aryian shot him a sly smile that meant two things, he knew that Leo was the one looking for him, and that he was trained in the arts of the lightsaber. "One can be trained in something without attaining the rank of 'master', don't you agree? In fact, I think I'd be quite a match for you. But perhaps another time. Tell me, why were you seeking me out among the other hopefuls? Perhaps to issue me my trials?" The last part came out as almost a sneer unintentionally, but it was also filled with the pain that Aryian recently endured over the loss of his Master and best friend.
  5. Aryian had to lean back to avoid the wayward blade as she jumped and spun. Now that he was facing her, he tried a crushing upper slash aimed at her neck. As he swung, he spoke. "Good, but instead of just using your instincts, allow the force to control your movements, allow it to see for you where to move next, perhaps even attack for you."
  6. "Good, always be wary with your defenses, even when attacking." Aryian shoved off the floor, flipping over the slash and landing behind her. Spinnig quickly, he tried to catch her off guard with a strike to her legs. ((Mine apologies about not posting, but it will be few and far between until wednesday.))
  7. Aryian made no attempt to block as the blade passed straight through his chest. The look of suprise on Jurha's face finally brought a little sunshine to the previous sullen look he wore. "Lightsabers have different frequencies, which can be attuned by the controls the particular person installs on his or her lightsaber." He calmly stepped backwards, the harmless light blade exiting his chest, the only evidence it was ever there being a large glowing dot on the chest of his jumpsuit. He calmly batted at her lightsaber with his own, to which it resisted like a normal lightsaber should. "Now as to your attack. I could have easily dodged that, and let you in your momentum pass me, thus slashing from the back and killing you. That would have been deadly for you. Now that you know the parameters of the sabers, attack me again, yet this time keep your guard up." Aryian crouched to half his height, holding the saber like a dagger in his right hand, the left ready to step in with a punch if needed. "Again." His smile somehow soothed her to his strict-sounding instruction.
  8. Aryian watched as only one student came over to learn. He was a bit disappointed, but that was their choice, not his. The hopeful who now sat in front of him was a girl, still in her teenage years, with sandy brown hair. He beckoned her to stand and put on a suit and watched as she did so. "Yes, it seems that I only get to teach you now...I am Aryian Darkfire, but you are not here to learn my name. You are here to learn to fight. A lightsaber is harder to wield than a bamboo pole for one reason only: the blade is weightless. It is very easy to slice off a limb or two in battle if you do not know what you are doing, so it is very important to train with a lightsaber, and not a physical object like a bamboo pole. "I want you to learn three things in my short lesson, and it will be short, as I have a prior engagement. One: that lightsabers are tools, but this you probably already know. Two: fighting with a lightsaber is a LOT harder than it looks. And three: to not use only the lightsaber for attacks." Aryian ignited the saber in his right hand, not adopting any fighting stance at all. "Now, attack me."
  9. A strange presence, almost familiar in origin, snagged Aryian's attention for a few seconds. Someone had come here who knew him... He would talk with them later. Now he was administering a lesson. Igniting his first lightsaber, he tossed the other onto the other side of the ring. ((Sorry about the short post, will add more next time...))
  10. Aryian rejoined the group, a stony look upon his face. He pulled his twin lightsabers from his belt, casually holding one in each hand. He spoke softly, almost a whisper, but somehow what he spoke reached all the hopeful's ears. Any of you who wish to learn a little of the art of the lightsaber, follow me. He walked over to a corner of the room, into a sunken padded fighting pit. He carried himself as though he were a knight, even though he knew he was not. Not yet...one month. That was all he needed. Fiddling with his lightsabers, he adjusted each to where it emitted light only, so if one were to slash at his leg, the blade would go through, albeit harmlessly. Several jumpsuits sat outside the pit, of varying sizes, that detected these strikes, and glowed where struck. Aryian donned a suit as he called out again in his ghostly voice. Well?
  11. Aryian looked past Var to the one known as Nahstaa. His Master...gone? A deep hole formed in his insides. Ben'a was more than his master, he was his first friend at the Jedi academy, they had been hopefuls together...and he had promised to treain him when he was knighted before Aryian was. And now, Aryian was left without a master and a friend for the second time in his life... He lowered his head and clenched his fist. Not in anger, but silent sorrow. The look on his face conveyed enough emotion to Var to allow him to understand what was going on. He smartly turned on his heel, and slowly walked towards the meditation room. If what was said was true...then the prophecy...was a lie. However, instead of going to the meditation room to cool off, he went to the hologram deck. Ben'a must have left behind something of his as a sign, a signal...something... As Aryian's hands raced over the console, his natural hacker instincts kicked in, allowing him access to the deepest and most hidden Jedi files, especially those on the Sith, but he was not interested in those now, just one with info on his previous master. ------------Hours later------------ Aryian's face melts from his concrete stare as he finaly finds a small holofile deeply nestled in a few larger ones and masked as a subsystem. So. I did teach him a few things on computing. Interesting. Aryian accessed the file, and it displayed a little image of Ben'a on the floor in front of him. Greetings, Aryian, I knew you'd find this in due time when you woke up. By now I have already begun the training of another padawan, Nahstaa, but I have not forgotten about you. When you wake up, if I am here, I will complete the training myself. However, this message was left in case I would not return, and it seems, since you found it, that I have not. I do not consider you a hopeful, as I taught you well, and you know much about being a Jedi. You still need to work on your anger, and your senses could be better tuned, but tou have come far from being what we were when we were both hopefuls. I do not consider you a Jedi, either. At this, Aryian felt a pang in his stomach. Ben'a was his friend, and he would take Ben'a's judgement of himself like a man. He let the recording play. You never did get the chance to be put through your trials, even though you were getting close. That and you lack the dicipline, in my eyes, to be a full Jedi. Perhaps in time. For now my wishes are, if you follow them, that you find another Jedi to finish what littile training you have left and give you the trials. The hologram flickered, getting to the end. It was badly decayed over time, and Aryian had difficulty making out the last part. Oh an-------ryian-----p--rophecy---as----tru------------ The last turned to static as the program ended, and the picture disappeared. Aryian slumped to the floor next to the wall, grasped his knees, and silently wept for his master.
  12. Aryian watched as Var approached him. Due to the look on the young man's face, and the emotions bubbling forth from him, Aryian wished to disspell any misthoughts about himself. "Hello, Var, I am Aryian Darkfire. And no, I'm not a Jedi yet." But I should be...two masters gone...Will I ever get knighted? "I was wondering if anyone could tell me the whereabouts of my master, Jedi Knight Ben'a Solo. ((Goodwood, and he left if you don't know that yet. Just tell me so.)) He was in the middle of training me when I believe I fell into...a coma? Anyways, I see the Jedi are as busy as ever training new padawans..."
  13. Aryian walked the hallways until he came upon a room where several students were deflecting disks with bamboo poles. How entertaining. They were pretty good in form, but lacked in speed. He noticed a stray disk fly towards the back of one young man's head (Darex). He lifted his hand, hardening the air into a sort of shield right behind his head. A half second later, a loud CRACK was heard, and a THUMP as the now-frozen air hit the padded floor. Enhancing the sound waves with the force, Aryian called out rather softly, although all the other padawans/knights in the room heard it. "Who can tell me what has happened to Jedi Knight Ben'a?" He looked to the young man whom he saved a smarting injury, almost expecting an answer from him.
  14. Among the effects lying next to Aryian's naked body were his clothing and his twin lightsabers, recovered graciously from the alliance fleet. The clothing wasn't important right now, however, as the lightsabers began to twitch and writhe on the table, as if being pricked from tiny force needles. They sprang to their master's hands, igniting in midair, as he sat up rather suddenly, a face of rage on his face, the blades crossed at a point where an invisible neck sat. He breathed hard for a few seconds, just sitting in that position, before he realized that it was all just a nightmare. His father, the invisible hidden Sith that killed him...and his...sister? No, he had no family. It was only a dream. He disengaged the lightsabers, and set them back down on the table, taking his time to think about what had happened. He did notice one thing as he got dressed though, he did not sence his master's beckon...anywhere... He clothed himself, armed himself with the sabers, and went to go look for food.
  15. ((Can anyone please PM me and tell me what happened to Goodwood's char on here? I'd hate to have to return to the hopeful status for the third time in my char's career...)) Deep in the med bay, in a room nobody visited anymore, Aryian's comatose body twitched. It was time for the dreamer to awake...
  16. Aryian looked up to his master, a smile on his face. The disturbing thoughts passed from his mind. And right there, he feinted, passing in to a coma. He had a smile on his face. ((Well, guys, the summer thing fell through. Turns out I'm moving. To a place where I don't have access to the internet. When I get back to school in the fall, I WILL be back, but for now, I am gone. Goodwood, My advice to you is find a new apprentice fast. I am sorry, I tried to contact you over Yahoo after the decision was made, and I may be able to contact you in the future. but for now, Aryian is in a "coma." Trust me, you could train awholenother padawan before I come back.))
  17. Aryian looked up to his master. "Well...not really...I can finally remember my parents clearer. That's a good thing...but there is one thing I just can't seem to understand. The universal law of balance. Why does there have to be a dark side? I would still be with my parents, living out a nice life...if it wasn't for them...I don't know." Thoughts, though not too severe, seemed to have a minor depression on the young padawan. "I guess...I just want to understand...why I can't have them back. I don't want to let go of them."
  18. Something caught Aryian's eye as he and his master walked the corridors, something in the force. He stopped, letting his master go on without him. As he walked down the hallway into the cloning room, he saw it: a new model flash imprinter. Odd, something like this would not normally have attracted his attention. They were standard in all cloning equipment these days, so why this one? He walked forward, noticing his gaze wasn't being drawn to the flash imprinter, but something behind it...the control panel. A few wires were hanging out, looking like it was a mop-up job when it was made. He reached to the force, letting it guide his hands as he reconnected the wires. But on the last one, as he connected it, a surge of electricity shot into his head, and into his brain... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Aryian awoke, lying under a mighty oak tree on top of a grassy knoll, a whole field stretching as far as the eye could see covered in more grass. He sat up, looking around. A small child was before him, with almost a white radiant skin, and wearing white clothing. "Why did you come here? This place is meant for no person to go. The small child paused, notiong that he was almost chewing Aryian out. "Please, why have you come here?" Aryian only looked at him, struggling to find words to speak. "I guess I came here because I sought out answers...answers to questions hundreds of years old." He looked down, and sighed. Why was he here? It didn't make sense...one moment he was next to the flash imprinter, and then...He looked up, and around at the field. His gaze came back to the child, and he spoke again. As he spoke, the leaves on the mighty Oak slowly turned to a bronze color, and started to fall off, one by one. "I came here because I wish to remember. I cannot remember that which I lost, and I lost it so long ago I fear I may never find it." The child looked deep into his eyes, knowing that this was the truth. To Aryian, he appeared only as a child, but he was much more. In all reality, he was Aryian's presence in the force. As the small child took his hand, Aryian felt a soothing wave wash over him, as if everything would be okay. "Fear is the path of the dark side, young Aryian. Wise words spoken long ago...Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate...leads to suffering. You are suffering because of this, aren't you? Hush, do not answer yet. I feel a great burden on you, your memory, your parents..." Aryian snapped his head up in shock as the small child spoke. How could he have possibly known... "I know a great many things, Aryian. Even though I look this way to you, I look different to others. Don't ask now, wait until later. So, you want your memory? I see no reason not to give it to you, except for certan parts. You see, Aryian, this second chance was given to you for a special reason. Even though you killed one of my children, and departed from my order, you still helped defend what was true. Remember, from the sacred code you now again help to defend...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. "In time, you will fully understand what it means, but for now, I grant you your wish. For there is no Ignorance, there is Knowledge. But for me to give you the memory of all of your training...that would not be honorable, now would it? You were sent here to relearn your mistakes, and relearn you shall. You will have to find your other memories, Aryian, as I cannot guide you that way." He held one palm up, and put it on Aryian's forehead. A gigantic pain erupted, and he seemed to hear the words "let go" in all of it. His hands shook, releasing the wires. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As he opened his eyes suddenly from his pain, he saw he was back in the cloning room. The wires on the control box were perfect, as if nobody had ever touched them. He shook his head, and walked out, a soothiong memory coming to mind. His father's face. Finally finding his master again, he trailed along behind him, a slight smell of burnt hair following.
  19. Aryian notes his Master's presence as his ship lands beside Aryian's own. As his master got out, he caught a glance in his direction, but then his master turned, headed for a different destination. Aryian quickly caught up, not saying a word, only fingering the lone lightsaber in his pocket in silence. His thoughts drifted to trying to remember things...he hoped the new vessel the Jedi had had some sort of medical facility that was able to reconstruct neural pathways...He wanted his memory back.
  20. A small shuttle discharged from the rebel transport, carrying Aryian, as well as his personal effects. His lightsaber was freshly cleaned and power pack replaced, even though it didn't need it... His comm was on, even though he wasn't doing anything with it. As his front viewscreen revealed the planet before him, he reveled in awe. It was a blue planet, full of water. In fact, his sensors showed no abovesea landmasses anywhere. His comm beeped, recieving special coordinated on an encrypted jedi channel. Plugging them in, he began his descent. The ship moved on auto pilot, guided by a central computer, but Aryian wanted to try something new. He was never good with piloting or gunnery, just with electronics. He reached over, and accidentally hit a button with his elbow, opening a compartment with a mind-link clip. He had heard of these, and he knew some jedi preferred them... Sliding it firmly on his head, he continued the reach and hit the accellerator, taking it off of auto. The ship shot forward, and Aryian panicked for a few minutes, and pulled back in his mind, making the ship pull in a loop. Letting loose his mind, the ship stopped, just like Aryian's mindset. I see...the ship responds to emotional commands, not words... He closed his eyes, just like he was trained, letting the force into him, guiding his eyes. Space was very black around him, but there was one bright spot nearby, and it was located underwater on the planet. Well then, that's where he would go. Before he even finished the thought, the ship took off, headed straight for the spot. A few small dim dots caught his attention off to the right, though, before he enetered the atmosphere. Space trash. More than a nuisance these days, the rebel ship must have dumped it. It was way too far away to be pulled into the planet's gravity field, but still...it could cause damage to a ship entering the system. A small twinge of frustration flowed through him, as he literally felt the laser cannons powering up. Releasing it, he fired several shots right into the trash, bullseyeing it every time and turning it into miniscule slag. Better. Aryian thought about what he just did, how he could control the ship with the force and his mind instead of with his hands, unguided. The force indeed was his ally, he thought, as he flew down into the waves of the massive ocean, docking in the Jedi ship.
  21. ((Edited, I'm a moron, this is Morpheus. No need to waste post space.)) "Yes, Master." Morph turned sharply after him, and walked down the hallways with him. He anticipated trying such a legendary weapon, the effortlessness of the older hopefuls wielding one enthralled him. If he did well with his swords, he was sure to do well with a lightsaber.
  22. Aryian walks out to the frigid atmosphere of Hoth, just outside the training facility. He sat down, just thinking about what transpired in there. What had happened? Why was he acting like this? He needed time... But most of all, he needed a guide. His master.
  23. Aryian's war-scarred firespray shot through space, towards an unknown destination, but known to him.
  24. Aryian's ship headed through space towards coruscant.
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