Jedit Ojanen

Real Name: Jedit Ojanen Nickname: None Age:19 Species: Human Height:5'9 Weight:148 Hair:Blond Eyes:Blue Sex:Male Homeworld: Efrava Alignment: Good Clothing: Typical Jedi Garb and Stealth Acrobatic Clothing Weapon: Lightsabre, Knives Force User Inventory: His lightsaber and limited cash. Posessions: Just personal possessions from his family. A set of Silver knives. Force Side: Light Trained by: Krissi Kenobi Trained who: No one Current Affiliation: Jedi Current Rank: Knight He's a well-natured, adventurous acrobat with cat light reflexes, enhanced by his use of the Force.

A shuttle lands near the Jedi Academy. Its hatch opens as a young go-getter, Jedit, Jedi-Hopeful makes his way into a massive courtyard. A beautiful place indeed Borleas was, compared to the steel jungles of Coruscant. This place had character and hopefully it would have a teacher. Jedit wanted to be a Jedi and this seemed like the place to start.

Real Name: Jedit Ojanen Nickname: None Age:19 Species: Human Height:5'9 Weight:168 Hair:Blond Eyes:Blue Sex:Male Homeworld: Coruscant Alignment: Good Clothing: Jedi garb Weapon: Lightsabre, knives Force User Inventory: None as of yet Posessions: None as of yet Force Side: Light Trained by: Krissi Kenobi Trained who: No one Current Affiliation: Jedi Current Rank: Knight

Jedit looked suave and smiked. "Apparently, you don't hold all of the cards. He whipped out a pistol and aimed at Rane's face. He pulled the trigger and *click*. *click* *click* *click* "Dammit. I am Grooting shit!" The pistol was empty. "I'm sorry Krissi."

The sound of an infant crying can be heard fom the back of Reagan's ship.*

Jedit stares at Krissi in total shock of the words she has just spouted out. "Married?!?!?" He could not believe such a story. Krissi had always been his Jedi master and to think she was a Sith was simply unheard of. Also, what hit him hard was not that she was married to a Sith, but the Sith she was married to. Lord Ar-Pharazon...He's that guy...you know, the one that always kills and tortures those weaker than him, that guy who killed 2/3rds of Kessel, that same guy who declared him Emperor of the galaxy and then destroyed the Jedi Temple, that guy...who gives out death like candy. "Krissi, of all the men in the galaxy to marry, I mean, of all the Sith to have a kid with, I mean....WHY IN HOLY HELL did you get married to him?!?!"

Jedit answered the question for Krissi. "It is a surprise but this is no real reason to hold anything against Krissi." Dozens of several thoughts rushed through Jedit's mind. This wasn't some Jedi guy or even some normal guy. This was a very powerful Sith Master who had slain millions and showed no sign of remorse. He had launched missiles at the Jedi Temple on Ilum. What could Krissi possibly seen in him or even hold her back from the mass hysteria that she should most likely be going through at the moment? What the hell is going on? Ugggh... this is so confusing. None of this make sense. Krissi is a Jedi. Ar-Pharazon is a Sith. Krissi.....is a Jedi. Ar-Pharazon........IS A SITH!!!! Ugggh. I can't take this. Who the hell is this Tarrian woman? I sense the darkside in her but then again i sense a similar feeling from Krissi's child. That makes a fair amount of sense if AP is the father. Naturally this child must have some presence of the dark side in her. However, the feeling seems far to similar. to end with just that/ Jedit just looked at Tarrian. "Who the hell are you?"

Jedit ran in the room, practically dragging an elderly man in a white coat. "She's going to have a child!!! Do something!!! Jedit was hysterical. Someone was giving birth in the room and he was very nervious, obviosuly not understanding the miracle of childbirth. "Krissi, here's the doctor. Dr. what was your name? "Dr. Hill." Jedit turned and locked the door to ensure privacy here. He jumped by his master's side and decided a view from the back would be best.

Jedit was confused but noticed Krissi's strange obsession with the charm at her neck. She always had it, and she always seemed fascinated with stroking it and constantly checking to see if it was there. Where did it come from, Jedit wondered. Screw this. Jedit was tired of being confused. "Where is he? The man that gave you that Jewel?" Jedit asked suddenly. Oh he hoped he didn't anger her.