Bron Dakari

"Chilly weather? Ilum? Do any of those caves even exist anymore? Not to mention we will have to be very careful to avoid the empire's presence there."

*Bron opened his eyes. He had seen his Master cut down, but he imagined that it was merely a thought of worry. Nom smelled of a cloning tank...* "...Master? You have been cloned! I thought I saw you battling a sith, but I pushed it out. I thought my own thougts were clouding meditation. Are you feeling alright?"

*Bron reached out, attempting to pluck the sword from the air, but missed. The blade stuck into the ground, where he took it into his hand. He held it up and swung it at Nom, Its blade falling a good foot short and dragging him around with it, leaving his back completely open to attack. He quickly scrambled foreward, tripped over his blade and faceplanted. He quckly came to his feet and lifted his sword into an en' guard position he had seen on several holoflicks.*

*Bron did as Nom had instructed and pushed himself great leaps with each stride. He pushed his legs onward with his mind, unitl he caught up with his master whom appeared to be taking it easy, so that Bron could catch up* ((Please excuse my late and generically short post. I have been living on coffee and vitamins ))

((lol, he meant that he did not want to damage the lighteaber, the lightsaber being the casualty...)) Bron looked back on what he had felt when Nom had returned while he was deep in concentration. He searched for it in what he felt now. He could feel it but it seemed less powerful. He rose and made his way over the rocky surface to his master. As he neared, the presence strengthened.

*Rather than responding, Bron closed his eyes. The lightsaber quivered a moment and then with a snap ignited and rose into the air. It twirled and sliced through each of the rocks with crackle. The two rocks were now four, and they in turn began to orbit the lightsaber. With another twitch the lightsaber hissed around and clove the four stones into eight. Bron's brow began to perspire, because of his unpracticed state, this was a very difficult feat. The eight rocks slowed their rotation, to allow more concentration on the higher numbers. The saber moved rather slowly now, cleaving only four of eight rocks again. They were now stationary, hovering unsteadily in the air. The sixteen rocks lowered and rested on the ground. The lightsaber deactivated and also came to rest on the ground.* "I chose the rocks as a proof-of-concept, I did not wish to risk casualties--the lightsaber in this case--if another option presented itself. "

The force flowing through him, Bron levitated two small stones, utilising telekenetic power, they revolved around each other. He could feel something distinct when Nom returned. Somehow, he just knew that his Master had come back... Without words, Bron instilled his thoughts into his Master's. "Apprentices are prime subjects for the hunters to capture. Less training, less difficult to capture. Not to mention they can guilt trip us into doing things we shouldn't. These things could use some change, though I confess, at this time, I can not see how." The stones never flinched from their moderately fast revolving action.

"Nothing much, basic meditation and we argued theories back and forth. It was rather pointless, I am sorry to say."

Bron set his ship down and exited, approaching Nom. "Is your ship alright? Looks like it could use some repairs, Ive got a droid that can handle it if you'd like, if youre needing parts, he wont be much help..." Bron looked over at the gleaming YT-2400. He felt a quick flush of pride. He quickly pushed it out, such things were unimportant.

After getting the coordanates from Nom, Bron walked up the boarding ramp of his ship The Quicksilver And greeted her. "Silver, Take us to Rafa V." "Yes Bron, Sure thing." The ship rose and shot into space.

Bron opened the secure channel to his ship, The Quicksilver and ordered her to follow The Night's Requiem through hyperspace. He leaned back in his seat and turned his attention to Nom "What would prompt a Jedi such as Kerain to turn like that?"

Bron sat cross legged as his master had. "Well my parents passed on when I was young, I dont know how young, In fact the only thing i remember my mother telling me was how important it is to help others. The droids on my ship kept me alive until I was old ehough to fend for myself. I started running spice, After I made some creds, I upgraded my ship a little, so I could haul more spice, before long, I was one of the best. Unfortunately, the once one builds a rep, its hard to escape, and I couldnt, people would keep offering me more and more creds, for making increasingly risky runs, finally they caught up to me, and I ended up causing the enforcement cruiser to crash, I tried to save the occupants, but it was to no avail, The entire crew died, because of me. Because of my stupid choice to run spice, something I knew was illegal, but I justified myself in so many ways. What I had done helped no one, I had contradicted the most important thing to my mother. I have spent every waking hour since doing anything I could to help anyone and everyone, atone for what I had done. When I heard of the Jedi, I did everything in my power to locate and join you. So here I am." He looked up at the newcomer, Delita "Have a seat, man!" He turned back to Nom with a slight grin. "Well, A story deserves a story..."

"Jedi is an ideal, and as you said, it dictates not who you are, but to me it is an icon of what one believes in, to others, not of the order." Bron thought for a moment. "I saw your lightsaber ignight and reacted as one should"

"I do not call myself a Jedi for the mere title of it, And I do not believe myself a Jedi, I know I am, I just lack training. As for missing the blade, I couldn't very well stand there, or id be laying on the floor, nearly headless right now, wouldn't you say?"

Bron casually sidestepped as he continued talking. "If you say so, but I was under the impresson that being a Jedi was in one's mind, not just a rank given to him..."