John Skywalker

Women, always with the serious things. He slapped her thighs momentarily as his mind darted about the subject matter, "Well, I suppose it be good to do so before I'm dead..." His eyes scanned the training grounds, and then fell on Sirvani, "You know, I'm always for marriage... and I can talk to that bastard Colos to arrange some guests." He scratched his head, "We live on such a nice planet, minus the toxic fumes... we could have the wedding here, in the Palace, it'd be cheap. Or you know... I think the Golden Link Casino, they owe me for giving them tips on how to make their shindig burglar-Force Heretic proof."

"Me, surrender? Are you forgetting I fell out a Coruscant window, and that was just to make a point!" Letting his body become increasingly heavy by way of gravitational manipulation through the Force, he slipped through her arms, letting his body fall into the dirt, as his hands smacked her shins and sent her forwards. Being the relatively dirty pervert that he was, he managed his legs around her head near the crotch and the inverse with her legs around his, "You know, we always seem to end up in compromising situations..." A laugh escaping his lips...

"You shouldn't-" *Grunt* His body collapsing on his back, *thud* "-tease." Rolling backwards, John regained his momentum, leaping from one side to the next, before flipping over Sirvani's head-tails, his arms trapping her's at her side... before letting his hands wander. An eyebrow rising, "It plays with my head..." The Force quickly picked the pair up and dropped them down, instantly, John turning Sirvani over and landing on top of her... "or heads." Before kissing her heavily into the sand beneath them. A second eyebrow raise and a smile, before parting...

"Indeed, you can." John moved his arm, evading the blade and catching her wrist, his leg swinging about her's and dropping her to the ground. "I may have to return the favor." His metal eye struck out sending a short burst of heat that cerrated her robes about the midriff, exposing her stomach, and two bolts slicing about the shoulders, and a third cutting through the fibers of her left leggings. "So, I'm a bit over-the-top..." Then he kissed her, when he rolled off, the incisions into her fabric fluttering to the ground...

His lips parted into a faint smile, that kind of smirk when you fail at catching something enough to make you laugh about it, reeling back, he was caught off-guard by the next set of moves. Rolling over his arms, he pushed off into a back-flip, sliding along the gritty dirt, his feet displaced her legs, forcing her onto her back. Bending at the waist, he kissed her neck, breaking away... "You're much too hot when you're kicking my arse." He broke from underneath her, landing in a ground-stance, one knee into the dirt and the other leg stretched out, slightly to his rear, balancing his body... another smirk appearing behing his grey locks.

OOC: I've run out of one, but am getting surgery soon... IC: John's eyes rolled for a second, Should have seen that one coming, I'm slipping. He side-flipped over Sirvani's next leg-sweep, shifting his weight along his arms to trap her with his legs, with a simple scissors about her abdomen, Strength, speed, they are only facets of an equation towards a great fighter...and lover. He broke free, he always fought as a teacher, holding back, trying to avoid injury... at least when it came to her... not because he did not trust her ability to heal, but because he had lost her far too many times already...

Taking the guard to be his cue, the aged male took a few steps forward, bringing his mechanical leg to bear on the blade, metal connecting with metal. The two being treated to similar effects... A relative crinkled appeared upon John's face, "Despite its horrendous appearance, its proved rather decent." With the balance placed on solely one foot, it didn't take long for someone to press his disadvantage, and to break the advantage, he shifted into a backflip, and rolled away from Sirvani's pressed advance.... "Warrior monk. That's fitting."

OOC: As for the content and frequency of my future posting, I warn thusly, I have broken my leg, literally. I am on pain medications, whose symptons on me, have led to strange tangential topics... including seeing how far back I can bend my upper body... and while seated on my chair, I can touch the floor with my head. But I digress, I cannot promise true success. Perhaps, when my leg heals... or I run out of meds. IC: "As am I, pacifism does not suit the once-proud warrior... I've fallen down the slippery slope of philosophizing and robbing casinos. Next thing, I'll be giving balloon animals to homeless children." The elder male looked at his... outfit... and formed a fair smile of disgust. "If you wish, unless you're implying one of our less than... traditional duels. But if not, I shall do my best to... honor your request." He offered a gratuitous smile, before extending his palms. "I'm going to work on something a little different, personally, but by all means, choose whatever style and weapon you'd enjoy..."

"Of course, no one can be left out... you know, the guest list is going to be filled of people that blatantly hate eachother. So it'll be like every other wedding! We're like normal people with superpowers!" A burp escaped Emily, before she throw up some formula on her father's usual garb, "I think she's implying I need a change of clothes."

"I know what you mean, I understand, but... I think, because there's been so much... we should do it. Just to tip off the iceberg, you know? If what I get in glimpses is right, even Colos is about to become a Jedi Master. And because of my ego, I can't let his accomplishment top mine... I'm a Dad is a good thing, but I got married, well... you know that just ices the cake." He made another goofy expression, to imply his attempt at a joke, "But in all seriousness, I think it's about time, we even have our own little flower girl."

"I suppose, I shouldn't use those words, they just seemed poetically appeasing." His face contorted to a strange and exaggerated expression of happiness, that sort of playful anime affection that people from a completely different and far away galaxy enjoy on early morning cartoons. He played with Emily's fingers for a bit, before, embracing his soon-to-be wife, "There's something we always put off, that I think, we should do... our wedding. I mean, we're a family and all."

John looked on with his eyes the same way as they were, passively, offering to it no resistance and no desire to intervene, whether he had fallen prey to the worst of all sins, sloth, or because he saw that there was no way his actions could really change fate. He only yawned, and offered a soft cooing sound that had the intent of purging the fear and doom from the young girl's mind. "It is the rotting gem at the core of the galaxy. It is essentially, what has always been desired. Generals, Admiral, soldiers, Jedi, Sith, warriors... all have savagely hungered for it, only to find it an empty reward. It is the epitome of our human futility."

It was beautiful, to look upon a sleeping baby girl, all she did was wrestle her blanket for warmth. Her father looked on with much joy and a semblance of pride, before he was struck with his newfound alarming foresight, "War." The word was whispered by the adult male, but even its charged impact carried off into Emily's mind and woke up with tears. "I think she understands what it means."

"Taking care of a baby can't be much worse than fighting the Alliance or a legion of Jedi Knights... and generally, babies tend to smell better, or so I hear..." Watching as Sirvani fed her, "See, you're not doing so bad... it just takes getting used to. Just cradle her head and rock your body side to side slowly..."

"You'll have to get used to her," he mused as he made a slight face, that brought a bit of laughter to Emily's face, "you're her mother now." Actually, a gaping hole in the newfound truth of the moment struck John much like a formaldehyde covered fish, the proverbial fish-slap, so to speak, neither John nor Sirvani had ever been parents. At least not in the usual sense... "It seems we've been forced into these roles. But we'll learn."

"But of course," as he offered the baby to her adopted mother. "Then again, Coruscant is on the verge of collapsing for the sixth or twelfth time this month... so, it could just be that." He forced a smirk, it was a relatively cold and very cruel thing to do, but in the game of Dejarik that was life, it was better to sacrifice pawns and even a wayward Knight, in order for your true game to survive. He looked on with a smile, strikingly oblivious to the realities of the galaxy, concerned more with the moment... after all, what the hell did he care if the city-planet blew up... Bekka? She'll wake up and high-tail it out of there, if she already hasn't...

"I haven't figured out what it is, at least not yet..." John's brow furrowed, "It just seems like something serious is on the verge of happening... I dunno if its me, Andon, or something else... but its better to not really think of it." The baby girl's fingers crawled about John's...

"I can expect the future will turn sour, but that's just because that's the way I am... I worry." With Emily still holding onto his finger, he walked with a smile plastered over his face...

John nestled Emily from her temporary bindings, before he smiled up at Sirvani, "I suppose we're lucky to have avoided Coruscant..." The moment he spoke, Emily reached out and grabbed John's finger...

It was a quiet thought that hit Andon, and through him, Jaina, in the characteristic voice of the aging, sarcastic, cynical and utterly confused second apprentice of Bishop of Battle. Force-laden blasphemy... I'm having morning sickness. Should they pay attention, confusion, laughter and that usua wicked muse of confusion would strike them during their time of emotional seriousness... for as watching ripples in a lake, one drop between two shores affects both... in opposing crests.

The Nubian vessel left the Raxus system shortly, as John puked up what almost resembled a charred lung. Nodding, he wiped his mouth and tried to speak, quickly interrupted by yet another vet of puke... He figured it would not be long before they arrived at the Bar at the Center of the Universe...

As Tethyn vanished and John began to direct Sirvani towards the Hangar bay, "Look, I'm pretty sure you may want to kill her, but, she's still a trained Assasin... and I'd rather not deal with things with violence. Tethyn's ordeals, aside, but we're all adults... and we're both pretty damn rich, unless she's sold out to someone." As he finishes his sentence a Noghri happens to be walking past and in that split second, a large hulking mass of undigested food bathes the Noghri servant, with John doubling over... smothered by a massive headache. He manages to reach the hangar bay, with a large bucket, a cigarette in his mouth to clear the bad taste with something else, and his large flask of liquor... "God dammit. I'd say the Last Call, you may want to pilot..."

Taking the hit, despite the boy's intense rage, his muscles were too weak for his dramatics to have made much of an instant... or perhaps, John was far too concerned with the pregnancy of his out of wedlock mistake, that the veiny bundle of joy was hardly able to scratch the surface. Bending for his satisfaction, as the fist flung itself across his face, John laughed... "Kids. I hate kids. They grow up to be like this... whiny, bratty and pissy. What the hell?" On the other hand, Tethyn at least served as decent distraction, "You failed. Why? I'm not sure... pride? Taking too long from performing your true deed. Because you were supposed to? You didn't fail me, however, you take from each lesson... whether good or bad, what you need to take from them. Perhaps, you lack the 'Kill-or-be-killed' edge of the common rabble under Ryu. Frankly, it doesn't matter... you take from defeat what you need. If I asked myself why Jedi Fynn beat me... I'd run a sword through my stomach in dishonor. Since, I'm not stupid, I realize, I was not strong enough... or luck was not with me. I keep him fresh in my mind... should vengeance suit me, I'd act upon it." Once John's exaggerated rambles stopped, he looked into a space of vacuuous air, "How could you put up with me at this age?" Turning around, "I see your point." As if conversing with a ghost, John continued "Anyway, get up, Tethyn... your weapons were destroyed. You can rebuild them while we go... deal with something important. We shall return... soon. When I return, I expect to see them finished and completed. Do not dissappoint."

John grimaced, the emotion was relatively palpable... the anger and jealousy, the confusion, then again... it was quite reasonable and regrettably to all of her questions, John only offered a stupefied look. He was justified in his own myriad of personal trembles, given that whatever made his unborn off-spring go crazy, it was quite potent in the Force... more than its father, its 'step-mother', its uncle... hell, the power the kid seemed to tap into was incredible. It was clear from that point forwards... force users under the influence of mood-altering drugs should never, ever, attempt procreation. It created what people in a galaxy far, far away and far, far into the future of linear space-time would call a 'crack-baby.' When he finally managed a reasonable response, he sort of scratched his chin, "I guess... we should... go see it. All of us? Yes, the longer I can wait before I string myself up by a noose, the sooner." Upon reiterating what he just said in his mind, he corrected himself, "I'm pretty sure I meant better... at least I think so. Look, if I knew this was going to happen... No, that's not right." He remained silent for several more moments as he tried to explain his own shock, awe and general disbelief... but there were no words. "Well... obviously, it kicks me in the stomach when its accessing the Force. So...if Coruscant is as good as any guess for her whereabouts and the attacks stopped, clearly... its someplace out of the Force's way. Either a holding cell or the Last Call. I'm just afraid the Mad Monarch might be in league with the lawfully pissed Casino. Or at least with too many Mercs and Bounty Hunters for me to take them all on in my present mind-trippy condition."

OOC: Someone's a bit pushy, eh? IC: Even as he was about to finish his sentence, the Lanvarok in his eyes suddenly collapsed and the humanoid collapsed forward. The sensations gripped him from inside... it were moments of watching the Dathomir wench and the young side-kick of the casino security, and the feelings of limbs pushing outwards and kicking into something within him... "Holy Jedi puke! I think I'm pregnant!" The line was not exactly very sensible nor anatomically possible, but given the situation, something was 'ripping' into his bowels and insides. The wincing pain and loud shrieking of a young creature, feminine, and ethereal destroying any capacity for rational thought as John fell to his knees. It was as if his entire nervous system shut down and he was floating... his arms and legs completely useless, only his eyes and ears seemed to be bombarded by flashing lights and sounds as a glance of a blonde appeared and then it... vanished. Or... at least, was temporarily expelled, as the last morsel of food and liquor consumed by the elder male exited up and out of his throat on the floor and tears of unbearable pain steam-rolled down his face. The color fading before his face became terribly flushed and he rolled over on his back, arching it... as if possesed and finally collapsing with his eyes rolling into the rear of his head in a blackout. Time would pass... and he'd awake, it passed without really seeming to have existed... and when his eyes parted to form slits, he looked at Sirvani... "It's her..."