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  1. She mimicked a bow, she had never spent time among a Trandoshan Den, but she began to filter the air coming into her nostrils with the force just in case there was a smell. She grinned at Vox, made sure her Red tunic was not too wrinkled and stepped after him into his family’s household. She gave them a bow of respect, but let Vox do the main introductions. She was here to help and support if they needed anything. And surely the treasury of OUtremer could afford a few credits for the downtrodden? Surely.
  2. “Of course!” Exclaimed the young Tapani Jedi Knight, she let her eyelids flutter closed. “Now watch and observe if you can what I do through the force.” She let her presence stretch out to her apprentice, feeling over his mind, memorizing the biological feelings, the predator spirit, then expanded her presence outwards. Focusing on the distant spaceport, searching, until she found a group of presences that nearly matched Vox’s. And slowly she let that guide her through the densely packed streets of Nar Shaddaa. She frowned as they made their way deeper into the stacked tenement prefabs and she found herself wishing for the long open fields of Outremer. The rolling dunes and little oasis’s. Anything better than this dense cityscape. She pointed to one of the doors that looked just like all the others. “I uh…” She concentrated again. “I think this is the right door.” Her dad would likely complain about the expenses on her credit chit, but what good was money unless it was helping people?
  3. Alcmène grinned broadly. Straightened her tunic and made sure her equipment was still in place. She flashed an expensive credit chit, one of Tapani make, and also emblazoned with the royal colours of her household. “I can certainly help with that, and I would love to meet your people, please lead the way!” She tossed him the credit chit.
  4. “Very Well done!” The young jedi knight let the surprise and joy in her voice wash over the trandoshan as the young man dropped his weapon with very little resistance. He was terribly frightened, and the large brute needed to do very little to frighten him enough to drop the weapon he had never really intended on using anyway. “Bloody shit tonnes of flimsi-work though.” Muttered the colonial militia storm trooper who was prodding the one blasted thug with the toe of a white boot. “Spasted fool. I’ll take custody from here. I’ll just need Ms Alcmène’s testimony then you both can get on your way.” They could hear the grin under the helmet. “THanks for the catch. Taking a bad team off the streets is always a win in my book.” Alcmène grinned back and then when the suspect was cuffed she gave Vox a sideways look. “Do you think you are ready to come on a mission with me? Or do you want to give it more training time?”
  5. Alcmène let her eyelids flutter half closed, letting the force flow through her, letting it fill every part of her until she reached out and let the power flow from her into the trandoshan. She had every confidence in him. And when he flipped the gun from pointing at the hostage and towards Vox himself, she whispered. “Now act.”
  6. The pursuit was lively and for the moment Alcmène was glad that she had gone on the earlier jog, her legs at least thanked her for it as the muscles were ready for the run. Most Jedi would have relied on the force to catch up with the thieves, but the Tapani Jedi Knight despised such reckless use of the force. It was a mockery of the power that they had been given to use it for such fruitless pursuits. Willful use of the force for mundane and normal tasks like a run was an open channel to the darkside. For that was the path of least resistance. The militia storm trooper ran alongside the Jedi and her Apprentice, the blaster carbine still not at the full ready, as they thundered after the thieves. But they were gaining on them and fast. The oldest of the fugitive youths glanced behind him then shouted something to the other two. And in an instant the situation changed. He pulled a blaster pistol from his belt and pointed it at the two Jedi. The other two pulled similar weapons and the youngest of the criminals grabbed a hostage. The stormtrooper fell to a knee, and with an even pull placed a glowing crimson bolt into the abdomen of the oldest fugitive. Crumpling him into a rapidly spreading pool of blood, as the screaming from the hostage began. It was time for the Jedi to Act.
  7. The Jedi Knight smiled slyly and nodded to the stormtrooper before placing her hand onto the trandoshans upper shoulder. It was a massive bunch of muscles, and she would be surprised if he couldn’t just crush a person's skull with a bare hand. He would need to learn how to apply that power in the right ways, in the Jedi way, she thought. But that could wait, for now they had a mission. She smoothed the front of her crimson tunic then pulled Vox and the stormtrooper into a small opening between two of the shops. ‘This is where the last petty theft occurred right officer?” The stormtrooper nodded and was about to speak but cut off as Alcmène lifted her hand in front of them. She breathed out slowly and her eyelids fell closed. The air in front of her hand began to shimmer, then vibrate for a moment, then darkened. And to the rest of the market, it would appear that the trio had simply vanished as she reflected the light around them. And it was not a minute later that three young men made their first snatch and grab. Pushing a young woman down, grabbing her purse then sprinting away. The Jedi knight let her illusion drop and spared a glance to Vox. “After them!”
  8. “Well done! She cried out as he parried her moves in turn, their blades clashing and tangling with electrical discharge. Filling the area with the scent of ozone. She wrinkled her nose at the smell but continued to press her attack until she was satisfied with his latent ability. Then she stepped back and deactivated her lightsaber and the shield, she flipped the shield back over her shoulder, its fine latticework covering her thin frame like a cloak. And the finely detailed lightsaber found itself on her belt. “Then Vox, I think you are ready for us to go on a mission. To test your other skills than combat. Come and jog with me to the marketplace, the militia will have something up we can deal with.” She turned and began a stretching jog back out of the temple, only stopping when she arrived at the boisterous market’s outskirts. She glanced behind her to make sure the trandoshan was with her then waved at one of the stormtroopers of the colonial militia who waved kindly back and made his way through the crowds to give her a sloppy salute. “Anything Lieutenant?? In response the stormtrooper pulled off his helmet, revealing a sandy haired human male who shook his head. “Not much Outremer.” He responded, using her surname, which he knew vexed the young Jedi Knight. “Petty thefts as always, some burglaries at night, shoplifting, you know. The Usual.” He let his eyes wander over to Vox and he quickly looked back to the Jedi Knight. She shrugged and turned back to Vox herself. “What do you think Vox, any of those sound interesting to you?”
  9. “Now let the force guide you. Keep your eyes closed, listen and feel for my actions before I make them.” Then she struck straight for his chest with the training saber. Following it up with a solid kick to his legs. This was more of a gutter fighting move than anything regal, and she knew the sword masters back on Tapan would be very disappointed at her attempt. But she knew that she had to not hold back on the bulky Trandoshan. He was a warrior at heart, so she would hit him with everything she had. ((Walk me through your character's force sense. GO through how it feels in detail))
  10. She took the point of the blade on the outer corner of her shield, the blade struck and rebounded, and she stepped back as he added his formidable strength to the blade and struck again. Her eyes followed and she sidestepped, intercepting the blow again on the center of the shield, the humm of the kinetic barrier increasing in pitch as the generator struggled to counteract the blow. The shield flashed a solid crimson and she grinned. “Well done!” She pulled her own blade and brought it up in a slow counter to his strike. “Now see how they counteract. How the blades wish to stick together. Many Jedi and Sith alike have been killed this way. Go against the flow of the blade, withdraw and strike again.” She waited until he had gotten the hang of it. “Now close your eyes completely and let the force guide you. It will be slow at first, and strange. But you will feel it warning you of my strikes.” And so she struck.
  11. “Good, I am glad you know the lesson of power. At least intellectually.” She let the metallic strap and durasteel emitters on her left arm phase into a shimmering crimson shield. And the gold of her saber matched the Trandoshans. “So tell me, what fighting styles do you know from your times among the tribes?” She held up the shield. “Attempt to attack me, so that I may judge your ability.”
  12. Alcmène gave a mock bow with the distinctive flourish of the courtly society from which she had come. Though the Prince’s courts of Outremer were now very distant memories, they still held some power over her. She still carried the Tapani accent, and had done little to change her way of dressing, instead preferring the short tunics of the squires instead of the long flowing robes of the Jedi order. “So you have touched the force. Tell me do you feel the temptations of power yet? But perhaps not, for you have not used it.” She gestured to the trandoshan and a long silver cylinder flickered off her belt to glide to a rest before him. “That is a lightsaber. Take it, and press that button near the hilts. Don’t worry its on a safe setting, so give it a few practise cuts to gauge the weight and weightlessness of the blade. Then we will work more on the force.” ((This is your training blade. I left it intentionally descriptionless. So describe it how you like and the blade colour is yours to choose))
  13. Alcmène let the force gather around her, letting it spiral and eddy as lights began to click on throughout the lower levels, the glow panels igniting as they sensed the lone soldier walking through the previously dark corridors. It was a difficult trick of course, and one that mainly worked on the minds watching, but she let the light fractal around her, only showing the soldier what she wanted him to see, before she pulled at that veil. Letting it warp then dematerialize into ashen flakes that dispersed as quickly as they fell. She stepped out of her illusion and grinned a tooth filled smile at the Trandoshan Soldier. “I could feel you, you know.” She let her presence expand towards him as well, until her mind touched his. “Try it.” She gestured to the empty corridor, and took off at a run, beckoning him to join her. “Focus on your breathing, then slowly eliminate every distraction until you find me. Then reach out with your mind and find mine.” And she continued to run.
  14. “We are those that carry the blade to the enemy, we are those that fight in the frontiers. The partisans, the shadows, those that will carry the valour of Jedi blades to the very halls of the Sith Lords.” It was a boast to be sure, but the off-shoot trandoshan before her seemed to be willing and believing enough to warrant her best recruitment speech. So she leaned close with a conspiratorial look in her eye. “If you are game friend, then join me when you are done with your food. I'll be going on another run. Find me in the lower levels.” She smiled and then polished off her meal with another quick bite before running to the entrance, scooping up her shield, and heading to the lower levels.
  15. A sword in the darkness. Bright like a candle. Burning, ever burning. We will stand beside thee, until the galaxy falls and all is ruin. But the force is with us, Through it all, unto the ages of ages... The crimson tunic hugged her skin closely, from the sweat of her run, its hem heavily embroidered with the livery of the royal house of Moriès-Outremer. A roaring lion of gold upon a cross of white lilies. Repeating in miniature, ad nauseum. Its larger print in gold stitching above her left breast. Alcmène continued her run through the vast hallways of the Jedi and Imperial Knight complex, sweat dripping from her chin to soak the embroidered hem of her tunic. The young woman was now quite regretting her decision not to eat breakfast, silently relying on the force to keep her breathing steady enough to not collapse. So she turned the run towards the dining commons. Unslinging the heavy durasteel allied shield rig from her back and propping it against the wall as she entered. Letting her jogging footsteps fall into a slow pace. She pulled a tray beside the trandoshan, and gave him a nod. She interjected into his conversation with little care. “Well if you are looking for training, then you can find nothing better than one of us Sentinels, would you be willing to learn?” It was the next progression on her path anyway. Why not choose a capable alien to train?
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