ObliviousKnight

Armiena reaches the mess hall just in time to see Camsie get up and leave. Blast, it's getting lonely with no one to talk to. She pauses in the doorway and fidgets for a couple of seconds. What the heck, I could use the exercise anyway. With that, she traces her steps back to the training room, to see Ish and Darex running around the room, their bodies mere blurs. And to think that she thought she was in good enough physical condition to keep up with almost anyone, Jedi powers or no....

Armiena completely loses track of time while running. She could hve been jogging for hours for all she cared. She hears 2 people enter the training room, but she ignores it. Behind her, he hears Neo talking about his experiences with the Sith. Ex-Sith? Can you really say that about anyone? Perhaps ex-scum, ex-murderer? She feels a surge of hatred coming. In her anger, she steps foot in a puddle of sweat, and slips. She falls unceremoniously onto her stomach, banging her head on the ground. Embarrassment makes her anger all but forgotten. "Ouch," she says to no one. "I'm alright." At least she turned her head in time to save her nose from being broken. She pushes herself back up, her hands almost slipping again. She wasn't hungry, but after showering off she heads to the mess hall.

Being abruptly alone--again--doesn't faze Armiena. She just eats her meal in the relative silence. Before they got up she managed to catch another emotion off of them--a sense of purpose. Some sort of mission? She wishes that she could go with them, but in her completely-untrained state... she was a good pilot and decorated soldier , but if this was a battle against the Sith--she feels a surge of hatred at the mere thought of their kind--she would be way out of her league. She would be getting in the way. There were probably a few people like her staying behind. She pushes away her meal, and realizes the time. For it being so late, she wasn't tired at all--though her nap could attribute to that. She gets up and follows the familiar stench of old sweat in the corridors to the training room. Some of the equipment she had no idea of its identity, but some of it is very familiar, like the track. Armiena loses track ((pun intended)) of her laps after a while. She barely notices the sweat trickling down her body.

After getting lost in the Vigilance's corridors, Armiena finally picks up the smell of food and follows it to the mess hall. She passes a group of Jedi, all practically oozing with happiness. She orders randomly again, and recieves a sort of meat stew with a side of bread. At least it looks better than that mush... She approaches the group of Jedi all sitting together at the table, and pauses before setting down her tray. "More new faces," she smiles slightly. "I'm Armiena Draygo, and very new here," she says before sliding in next to them.

An urgent trilling jerks Armiena awake. She blinks a few seconds, then glances down to see R5-D9 bouncing on his two legs, dome spinning urgently. She groans. "D9, what is it?" She couldn't have slept long. The droid whistles a short reply; she can't understand it, but she has an idea of what it was. Shortly after Armiena bought R5-D9, she joked to him to wake her up if she started snoring. She didn't realize that most droids had no sense of humor. It wasn't until the droid had woken her up on 3 separate occasions that she realized that he took the request quite literally. She tried to cancel the "order", but it was already in his core memory. It was the result of an joke that had gone too far... "No, I'm awake, I'm awake." Her stomach growled as she got up. She hoped she could remember the way to the mess hall...

A slightly awed silence follows as Ryoo's footsteps trail off Armiena's ship, to... wherever. The Jedi cut through all of her various worries... well, like a lightsaber through cheap flimsy. R5-D9 trundles into the cockpit, and whistles a question. "No, D9. I'm gonna be fine." The astromech whistles a comment. Armiena chooses to ignore it. What was it about a bit of flatbread that reminded her of some Alderaanian bistro that got her so upset? Whatever it was, lack of sleep probably was getting to her in strange ways. She props her feet up on the control panels, looking first to make sure she doesn't land them on anything sensitive, and falls asleep almost immediately.

Just as Armiena takes a deep breath and prepares to spit out her life story, she hears a faint whirring behind Ryoo. R5-D9 makes "eye contact" with her, charging up his stun ray. "No, D9. No need to stun the intruder; he's a friendly." The R5 unit retracts his stun ray, whistles a short phrase, then rolls off to recharge. Armiena grits her teeth, and begins her "sob story." "I'm Alderaanian, to start off. I am--was--the heir to a man who owned Draygo Transportation, a minor shipping company based off of Alderaan. My future... it was looking brighter than a nova. We were well liked, fairly well known, and I was the sort of daughter that Father would gladly bring with him to parties to show off to his friends. Sharp-tongued, and always ready for a challenge, but certainly a daughter any father could be proud of. Then the Death Star exploded that future. I was off-planet at the time, making a haul to Corellia." She shudders, remembering the day she found out that her entire family was wiped out. "Most... of us, we found ways to deal with our grief. Some of us joined the Rebellion. Like me. Despite the fact that I was still young--barely legally responsible for myself--and the fact I was already trained as a pilot, I joined the Rebellion as a ground trooper. It was shortly after Hoth, when the battle at Derra IV made things desperate for the Rebellion, so soldiers were in short supply." She pauses, and winces. "My behavior under fire was... most unlike an Alderaanian. I was commended for 'selfless bravery under fire'. Scared quite a few of my commanders with my 'ferocity in battle,'" she says, quoting from her own records. "I found out that I was Force-sensitive after the Battle of Endor. During mop-up, I was with one of the boarding crews to take the disabled Imp Star Destroyers. I had the 'noble' duty of guarding prisoners. One of them, an officer, started shooting with a hold-out that I didn't find--Force knows where he was hiding it. One of the bolts came right at my face. It seemed to move so slowly, I reached up to shield my face with my left hand, and it... exploded, it seemed. Before I knew it, I was returning fire before I had a riot on my hands. "I didn't know what that meant until I was telling the story to a couple of my fellow troopers. They looked at me in awe, and said 'Sithspit, you're a Jedi?' The more I thought about what they said, the more it made sense that the only explanation for how I took that shot was that I was force-sensitive." "I resigned right away. Oh yes, the Rebellion didn't want to let me go, but in the end, my determination beat the Rebellion's. You see, the whole time I was fighting, I was fighting for the worst cause I can imagine--for revenge. I think," she gulps, "I think that if I knew of my Force-sensitivity, I would have fallen to the Dark Side. I would have become the very monster that I hated, and wanted to destroy. "After some time, I set myself up as an independent merchant, and 'Returned' to Alderaan's Graveyard. The 'Return is an individual memorial ceremony," she adds for Ryoo's benefit. "I was a mess for weeks, but I thought I came to terms with my grief. I thought I was ready to move on." She shakes her head in desperation. "I'm still a mess, and that was almost a year ago. I'm not ready at all."

"Oh, great," Armiena smiles weakly (More like a grimace.) at her stupidity, realizing that her grief and anger probably shone like a beacon to every Jedi on Manaan. She takes a deep breath and shakes slightly as she exhales. "It's quite a sob story. Are you sure you want to hear it?" Already she can tell what the Jedi's answer is going to be, but she gives him the courteousy of replying.

Not here... not now... Armiena repeats the words like a mantra as she regain her composure. She stares into her mush-like meal, trying to slow her breathing. It doesn't work. The tears threatening to escape her eyes start to roll down her face. She pushes away her half-eaten meal, and runs for her ship. Mercifully enough, she doesn't meet anyone while running through the corridors. Armiena reaches the hangar, which is mercifully devoid of witnesses. She boards her ship, and retracts the boarding ramp, effectively giving her a soundproofed room to yell and scream in all she wants.

OOC: Sorry about my absence. I've had horrible writer's block, and I've been trying to find my inspiration. Refreshed but no less mystified by her new surroundings, Armiena decides to head back to the mess hall; she just realized that she was really hungry. Strange how confusion can make you hungry, she reflected. She enters the mess hall again, and passes a group of Jedi that are flushed with laughter. One of the women grins sheepishly, and starts talking. Something about Hoth and visions... but Armiena tries to not listen in. She orders randomly at the autochef and receives something that appears to be... a plate of unrecognizable mush with a piece of flatbread. Ah well. From what she heard of Jedi, they weren't much for materialistic delights such as flavorful food. She takes the plate to a corner, and starts eating. The mush... well... it seemed to consist of mostly a bland-tasting meat and assorted vegetables. Not that her stomach minded; she was so hungry. The flatbread, on the other hand... Armiena tears a hunk off and chews.... As much as she so did not want to show weakness in the homebase of the Jedi, the flatbread had some spice in it that reminded her of home--of Alderaan. Sithspit... not here, not now... She grits her teeth, trying to keep away tears. Although she thought she came to terms with her grief more than a year ago, the memory of that world's destruction still had a way of burning a hole in her heart.

Taken aback by the suddenness of Tiana's departure, Armiena stares as she practically runs out of the mess hall. She shakes her head quickly, knowing that she's up to her chin in a new world that she doesn't understand at all. Strange... but they're Jedi. She's been exposed to the Force a lot longer than I have. After thinking for a couple of minutes, she gets up and searches for a refresher.

Armiena smiles as she slides into a seat next to her. "I'm Armiena Draygo, yet another of the Hopefuls." "...And I can almost guarantee that I'm the newest person here. I landed..." she thinks for a moment "...about 15 minutes ago."

Armiena sees another woman walk in. She ignores her, but Armiena studies her as she gets a glass of water. Definitely not mechanic garb, she thinks. Armiena watches her for a couple of minutes then gets her nerve up to try to talk to her. "Mind if I sit here?" she asks when she has the woman's attention. "Bit lonely when you're in an unfamiliar place."

OOC: A washer is very small. It's close to the size of a ring. A washer is a small metal ring. A deafening silence lingers in the hangar. Finally, it is cut short by R5-D9, who trundled down the ship's boarding ramp. The droid whistles a query. "No, D9. Stay on the ship. If anyone gets lost, I'd rather it be me." Either way, Armiena wasn't sure if she wanted the droid to get involved. The only reason why the droid was there was that she wanted to be trained as a Jedi, darnit. She thinks for a couple of minutes, and decides to look for someone. She leaves her blaster on board in an effort to look as non-threatening as possible. Geez, Armiena, they're Jedi. Nothing to be afraid of, she berates herself. She spends a few minutes wandering the halls, which seem eerily empty. She only passes a mechanic on his way to the hangar, who ignores her. Finally, she picks up the smell of food, and figures that a few people are always in a mess hall. She heads that direction, and sees.... that only a few mechanics are talking, apparently on break. It wasn't a mechanic she wanted to speak with, it was a Jedi. Before she goes to sit down ang gather her thoughts, she sees a person ( a Jedi? she thinks) grab a ring-like object from under a table and leave.

The Stellar Princess appears out of hyperspace, rather close to Manaan's gravity well. Armiena's eyebrows go up as she sees Manaan for the first time. "Wow. A whole planet, completely covered by water. The brochures didn't exactly describe it well," she says to no one. R5-D9 tootles a cheerfully high-pitched response by her side. "Never mind. I need to speak with the base." Almost on cue, the comm unit starts flashing. "Stellar Princess requesting permission to land. I wish to receive training as a Jedi." Traffic Control responds, giving her permission to land, but says nothing of training. Her ship blasts through Manaan's atmosphere, towards the Eternal Vigilance, the only speck of solid ground Armiena can find. She lands in the hangar. A couple of seconds later she emerges from the ship, looking completely lost.

Leaving without you, leaving my soul behind Calling to the night Full Name: Armiena Centurine Darkfire Nickname: Armiena Age: 29 Species: Human (Half-Miraluka) Height: 5'8" Weight: 130-140 Hair: Long, black hair, typically made up in a long braid. Eyes: Green Sex: Female Homeworld: Alderaan Alignment: Chaotic Good. Clothing: White Jedi robes. She always wears a necklace with an obsidian pendant, as well as her engagement band and wedding ring. Her engagement band consists of a silvery precious metal that was forged by the Force from Aryian Darkfire's armor. Her wedding ring was similarly forged from one of Aryian's lightsaber hilts, using the electrum alloy in its base, and set with a Hapan firegem. General Appearance: Armiena Draygo is very physically fit, having strong attitudes towards strenuous physical training. She moves with an casual grace that indicates her wiry physical power and confidence in her abilities. Markings: Aside from a number of old scars on her body, souvenir of her days in the Rebellion, Armiena's left cheek is marked with a diminished scar running diagonally down her face. She also has an unnatural tattoo in the small of her back: the Mark of Slaanesh. The tattoo has completely faded. Armor: Woe:Woe consists of the melding of two very different branches of technology: the Force artifacts given to Armiena at various points in her career in the Jedi Order (mostly by Ara-Lai Kaipi) and her own expertise in machinery and cutting-edge technology. The visible armor, designed to protect the vitals while giving a decent range of motion to a swordswoman (this, naturally, leaves some vulnerability in the joints), appears to be plain steel. It's reasonably protective against blasters and projectile weapons, but it is otherwise unaltered. However, the armor is etched with dermal denticles too small to be seen with the naked eye. Similar to the skin-teeth wielded by Earth sharks, these protrusions give the armor a texture similar to sandpaper. Like Earth sharks, contact with these denticles alone can cause wounds””simply rubbing up against it with bare skin can leave a hand bloody, and with the inclusion of ultrasonic emitters (vibroblade technology), it suddenly becomes a devastating weapon in itself against unarmored surfaces. The metal is significantly thinner in some places, under which are laid the crystal plates of the breastplate that Ara-Lai Kaipi crafted for Armiena. This mostly protects the vitals and substantially increases its protection against both physical and Force-based attacks. The crystal gauntlet that Armiena crafted herself is more visibly merged into the armor's left bracer, giving it an extraordinary ability to absorb the energy from Force-based attacks. Some pieces of the armor are fitted with a weapon to use in battle. Right bracer: The right bracer is equipped with a liquid cable-based hookshot, and is capable of being magnetized to a powerful degree to adhere to targets that the harpoon fails to penetrate (anything more powerful than light armor would not be breached). The gauntlet is plain steel. Left bracer: This part of the armor is studded with the crystals from Armiena's gauntlet, bestowing it with an ability to withstand tremendous Force-based assaults. Similar to the gauntlets used by the Mando'ade or Republic Commandos, Armiena's crystalline knife, Kad'ika, is built into the knuckle plate to be ejected into an opponent. The blade is anathema to Dark Side users; those even nicked with it will experience extraordinary agony. Worse; through extensive trials with shape-shifting armor, Armiena finally succeeded in producing a gauntlet with a built in blaster. Upon performing an unusual gesture with her left hand, the armor's plates shift into a barrel-like form, in which Kad'ika serves as a core. The particles infused by the blade of a weapon built to combat Dark Side users, even grazing hits are debilitating to Sith. Knees: a pair of razor-sharp blades extend from the shin guards, overlapping with the thigh plates for protection and to supply yet another weapon in close-quarters. Boots: Both boots are fitted with a set of pneumatic ”œcleats”