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  1. From his meditative seat atop the cool stone dais, Orrick watched the Starsword bearing Mara, Leo, the infant Nathaniel, and his own droid Silver take off. It sought safe have, not only from the Sith, but most likely from the Jedi as well. Through the Force, he wished them the best of luck and the blessings of the Force. His path was now seperate from theirs, and it was a path he would have to walk alone... Still seated, he withdrew his two saber hilts from their spots on his belt. They still had the clean brun marks from his skirmish on Naboo. He had liked the breakout from his normal lightstaff style of fighting, but he still appreciated the double-bladed form. As his mind roamed, his hands played across the hilts. He was reforming the ends- making them compatable again. Soon it was that they could be connected together or taken apart, allowing to fight each individual duel with complete freedom. It was not on his sabers, however, that his mind lingered. It was in the galaxy abroad that his second sight wandered. Something tugged at his very heart and soul, and made him weary. He foresaw that something terrible and great was to happen. An unexpected shadow would fall. This was his path... his responsibility against the tides of darkness. It would be Orrick the Lost that would stand alone... For now, he was to prepare.
  2. Orrick watched from behind Leo as Mara regained consciousness and the Stovachi family was reunited at last. His work for the day was complete, and he wanted the family to have their time alone. Orrick quietly turned and descended the elevator. The warm summer sun immediately washed over, and instantly breathed into him a rejuvinating energy. He felt at peace... Wishing for a moment of solitude, Orrick dissapeared into the Dojo. He retreated into one of the gardens and moved to the central dais that gave the rock garden its name. He hopped to the top, and adopted a meditative posture- sitting down in the middle with a relaxed back and shoulders. The Stovachi family was together again, but what of Orrick the Lost?
  3. The understanding between Orrick and Andon was not formed over an ale and a game of sabacc. The two Jedi Knights held a deeper, more able companionship. Orrick recognized the look in Andon's eye as easily as the markings on his own sabers. Immediately he understood. He was needed elsewhere, to do a job that was not his choosing. Responsibility was indeed their duty to the Jedi, but was it their duty to the Force? Orrick sometimes wondered... None-the-less, he took the infant Nathaniel into his arms. This new responsibility was Andon's calling, and Orrick's was here with Mara for the time being. He silently wished Andon all the luck he could spare, and then watched him and his apprentice dissapear into the forest from which they had come. Orrick was left alone, standing in the dry summer's air. He did not wish to intrude on Leo and Mara and their love for one another, but he wanted to provide his support. He opened up his connection to the Force, and lent his own energy to Leo.
  4. Briefly after Leo's dissapearance, Orrick felt her. Mara had returned. Without a word from Andon, he knew what they had to do. The two cloaked figures walked silently through the Dojo. Andon's black robes contrasted Orrick's own white ones. Strange, it would be, to the onlooking eye. The two were quite different, but quite alike at the same time... A few footfalls later, Orrick found himself before Daz-Ex Ether. He had felt Andon's mind searching elsewhere, connecting with some one else- and the padawan before him provided an easy explanation to his questions. The Jedi Knight bowed in greeting to the Padawan. "May your travels with this man be more peaceful than those of mine." He gave a slight smile, but he was not in much of a mood for jokes. After they had collected Andon's apprentice, they were again off. Mara was in need. As they raced to help, Orrick's mind traveled back to the day the two first met. This was long before he had known Leo or even Andon. He remembered the prison they were in. The Jedi had been taking captive and subdued to mere prisoners. He remembered being singled out- being tortured to near death- his midiclorians stripped from his body by a raging mad man. And he remembered waking from unconsciousness's abyss with a sole Jedi there to help him. That Jedi was Mara, and Orrick was not about to forsake her kindness. Now his heart was put at ease, as he finally had a chance to repay the favor. On the way to the ship, Orrick connected minds with Leo. "We're coming..."
  5. From behind Orrick's laugh came his voice. "A medical term, eh? And what do you suppose the medical term is for someone who gives no heed to the laws of physics or any other accepted cosmic fact, hm? But what can I say? When you're right you're right!" His grin continued as Andon accepted the baby Nathaniel from Leo, the same baby Nathaniel that Orrick had been saving whilst Andon was out and about playing with Sith Lords and Jedi Apprentices. He turned to the silver droid he had picked up from Naboo- the droid he didn't steal, but had tagged along- and spoke. "You better stash this stuff away on the ship before someone gets suspicious." The droid nodded and took the three crates and one sack full of loot towards the Starsword. He then turned back to the group of companions. "Yah know, I really think he's starting to listen to me. He doesn't seem to complain as much..."
  6. Beeeep. An alert from the console made Orrick's eyes flash open. Had he been dozing? It made no difference. The files had finished downloading. The last thing that appeared to have downloaded was training techniques and lightsaber dueling forms. Orrick smiled. He withdrew the disk and placed it safely within one of his pockets. Then he turned- to find his silver pile of junk that he had collected on Naboo. "I was wondering where you had gotten off too, Master Orrick." The Jedi rolled his eyes. He had been gone two seconds, and the droid had panicked. "Since you're here, make yourself useful and grab some of those boxes." He indicated the crates he had set down. The droid easily stacked the boxes and picked them up. As he himself picked up the original sack, Orrick felt something. A familiar presence had arrived. Andon. He and the droid proceeded back into the hallway that had led them there to the control room. Andon had returned... almost as unexpectantly as he had gone. Orrick intended to greet him. It did not take long, as Andon had started off first. He had barely gone 10 meters from the control room and turned a corner that they spotted each other. Orrick grinned. "Well I'll be. What brings the infamous Andon Colos to this part of the galaxy?"
  7. Orrick's search took him to the heart of the Dojo. He was searching for a computer console. It would be in the control room of the complex, but as he had not been here in quite some time, he had no memory of where exactly it was. The first room he came to was not the control room, but instead a special supply room. It contained parts for lightsabers and other weapons. Although it mostly held standard tubes and emitters and the such, there was also some rare parts, including a small pouch of focusing crystals. Also about was training equipment, including remotes and probes. Orrick soon had a large sack full of the components and equipment, including the rare commodities, and kept going. The second room he came to held things far stranger. This room was also a storage room of sorts. This, however, held strange artifacts. Orrick paused to take in the place. Though there were no holocrons, but there were several old fashioned books and scrolls. No doubt that records of these would be on file anyway, so he stashed them as well. As Orrick rummaged around the space, he found several amulets and the such. It seemed as if he would need to find a droid to help him carry everything. It was not these works of knowledge or artifacts of old, however, that caught Orrick's attention. Instead it was a collection of modern things. Prototypes and files of plans. Something drew him to it. He didn't take much thought of it, but placed the items in a large crate. To make things easier on himself, he carried the sack and the crate behind him with the Force... The pattern continued. Orrick continued to stumble upon rooms that was not the one he wanted. None of the new rooms had items of as much interest, but there were still useful things that the Jedi packed away. At long last, he found the control room. He gently settled the three crates and sack he had collected down on the floor, and took a seat at the main computer interface. He inserted a disk, and proceeded to copy ALL the Jedi files and archives- including histories, current campaigns, base locations, rosters... everything that was in the Jedi computer database was being dowloaded. Orrick simply sat back and relaxed as the process took place.
  8. And so, after a long travel, the Starsword dropped out of hyperspace above Borleias, and the Lost Jedi descended toward the planet. Orrick had not been to the Dojo in quite a while, but as soon as they landed, Orrick could sense something was very strange... The place was abandonded. Not only had the Jedi left, but Orrick could feel death... Hale Akturus. This was where he died. Orrick's spirits fell. A place of mourning, this had become. Orrick took a moment to revere the Master of the Force. And then he turned to take in the area. After several moments, he turned to Ashley and Leo. His body was calm and collected, but his eyes glinted with an emotion somewhere between anger and sadness. "The Jedi are gone. Master Hale Akturus is gone." He paused again. A time of choices this was. A change in the paths. He was indeed a Lost Jedi... The Force aura suddenly grew strong around Orrick. He spoke to the others with the mind. "We're leaving. Take what we can fit on the ship." The Jedi Order had become weak- not only in physique but in spirit. And Hale suffered because of it. They were all starting to suffer because of it. Maybe they were hipocrites... The Lost were leaving, and Orrick intended to take what he could with him. He had a feeling they would need the supplies in the near future. As Leo and Ashley started to gather things to take on the ship, Orrick stepped away- deeper into the complex. He was searching... ((edited for grammar))
  9. Orrick

    Space

    And so Orrick set the nav-computer to Borleias, and in several moments, the ship was lost in hyperspace. Orrick, who had not slept in some long time, was soon fast asleep there in the pilots chair...
  10. Orrick

    Space

    Through the ascent, Orrick familiarized himself with the controls of Leo's Starsword. The ship was unique- elegant but brimming with power. It was not difficult to fly, however, as the controls were strikingly reminiscent of a certain Chiss Clawcraft that Orrick had once piloted with expert precision. Looking back through the ports, Naboo was nothing now but a small green and blue swirling orb. And good riddance. To Orrick, Naboo had become a foreign and uncomfortable place. The spoils of war had interrupted its quiet and peaceful nature. He turned to his companions. "So then... to the Dojo?"
  11. Orrick

    Naboo

    From the pilot's chair, Orrick pondered the question. "We go now where the Force leads us." He paused, and swiveled to face the others. "In other words, I'm open for suggestions. I suppose we could go to the Dojo for a bit to train up, if no one else has an idea... Just anywhere from here." As he waited for a response, he kept the ship on a steady course towards the heavens above... ((continue in space))
  12. Orrick

    Naboo

    And so the outcast stood and nodded to the Sith that was John Skywalker. "Until we meet again..." And then he and Leo made their exit. From their open run, they leapt from the roof top, and landed on the wide avenue below. Orrick's white cloak and shaggy blond hair billowed behind him. Ashley had not remained idle, and had brought the Starsword to them on their call. In moments, the Jedi were aboard the ship, and leaving the planet and its troubles behing them.
  13. Orrick

    Naboo

    ((Technically, I never posted a kill shot. I suppose its up to Requiem now if he lives or dies...)) Orrick stood above the corpse, with both lightsabers still held out and ignited. He kept his eyes focused on the body on the ground. "Those who give no mercy shall recieve none- not from me. The Jedi are a race ravaged by war. We can have no peace because we are given none." He turned to look John in the 'eyes'. "I will always be searching for that peace. That joy of life. It is the one thing that holds me together... But the Jedi are a dying cause. The galaxy has placed on them a burden that I fear is too big for them to handle. And I will die for them if that is to be my destiny." Orrick began to pace, while Leo was locked in mortal combat. Maybe this was a trap- an elaborate scheme hatched by John Skywalker himself in search for vengeance. But to Orrick, there were things that needed to be said. "But I have been through the depths of Sanity's End. Driven to the brink of sanity itself... and I have seen things you could not even begin to imagine. I have seen something greater. I have felt it. If there is hatred here now, it was not brought by me." He stopped his pacing, and took a seat by the Sith Master. His mortal enemy could simply reach out and end his life with one swift strike with the lightsaber, and Orrick took a seat beside him. It was respect. After all these years, Orrick respected him. "I remember that day on Sullust just as clearly. But what was I to do, John? It was an invasion of our temple. It always has been. When we continue our search for peace, we are hunted by the Empire, or the Sith. And we must fight. And we must run again. And be found again. It is a vicious circle- one that when we attempt to fight back and defend ourselves, we are marked as hypocrites. So what was I to do? Was I to allow myself to be killed? Was I to give up just because a 'true' Jedi searches for peace and not war? No... I think it is as I say. We can have no peace because we are given none."
  14. Orrick

    Naboo

    ((3 days, Requiem...)) As Orrick brought on his second round of attacks, he felt an all too familiar presence join the scene. Strangely, it remained calm- not with an intent to fight. "Orrick, it has been too long, but if you choose to abuse my students, you may. And my defeat was so long ago... I was a different man then, I have learned much and I am sure so have you. A shame Adi-wan had to die..." Adi-Wan... The mere mention of his former master made the Jedi loose control, if only for the briefest of moments. Orrick's twin sabers became a blurry mass of lights. Under the pressure, Requiem could not keep up. In a culmination of events, Orrick batted the Sith's lightsaber to the side with his left, and then swung with his right. The midnight blade swept through Requiem's chest, leaving a gash at least an inch deep. The impact and surprise of the attack knocked Requiem back to the ground. The wound was not fatal, but painful, to say the least. He diverted his attention to John, and spat at his feet. "What right have you to speak of Adi-Wan? His knowledge in the Force goes unequaled, and you would find it wise not to mock him." Fueled by the rage of pain, Orrick's opponent had risen, and was attacking again. He was forced to divert his attention. While he parried blows and made his own counter attacks, he continued with John. "It's not abuse that drives us John." He ducked underneath Requiems blade and brought his elbow and shoulder firmly up into his opponents neck and jaw. As Requiem stumbled back from the blow, Orrick spun and swung his leg out into the back of his knees. The Sith again found himself on the ground. "Your apprentices must learn the consequences of their actions. If you will not discipline them, we will."
  15. Orrick

    Naboo

    Orrick smirked as the Sith spoke. "Well I did not know that it was the way of the Sith to attack in sport. I was led to believe that the Sith had more... honor. And no, you may have no argument with me, but I have an argument with you. You may not be up to our level, but you made the crime and now you must pay the consquences. It IS my duty to protect those that can not defend themselves, and if I have to 'pick on you weaklings' to do it, then so be it." Orrick let the words sink in. At this point, he ignited his double-bladed lightsaber. Its midnight blue glow illuminated the Lost Jedi. "And trust me when I say I have no fear of your 'Sith Wrath'. I have defeated John Skywalker once, and when he dares to show his face I can do it again." And then it began... Orrick and Leo exploded forward. Orrick met sabers with the Sith that had spoken (Requiem), while Leo clashed with the other (Renin). Orrick could tell the Siths' strategy by the way they fought. They stayed close, and intended to fight together. Orrick would amuse them for now. His double blade soon became a blur. Orrick relied deeply on the Living Force... but from his fighting style, you would almost think he was much more intune with the Physical. Requiem was having a difficult time keeping up, and both Sith were quickly thrown on the defensive. However, these pupils were not without potential. Orrick could feel their concentration and focus. It was... admirable... to say the least. If only they would place their efforts in a more admirable cause. It was then that Orrick decided to take a risk. As Orrick followed through and ended one attack, he allowed Requiem to find his footing, and gain a better defensive stance. As he brought his next attack around, pin-point accuracy was of the ut-most importance. Guided by the Force, pin-point accuracy was exactly what Orrick had. Instead of Requiem's blade meeting blade, it met Orrick's hilt. Orrick used the apprentice's blade to slice his own double blade precisely down the center, and provide himself with two single blades instead of one double. This forced the Sith to readjust. Just as he was beginning to get into the flow, he would have to change his style to meet that of Orrick's... Orrick lightly pushed his opponent with the Force, slightly separating the two Sith. He gave the Sith only a moment's breather, and then was upon him again... OOC((Requiem and Renin... consider this a lesson learned the hard way. If you can prove yourselves, however, you may live to fight another day.)) ((Edited for grammar.))
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