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Lehon

 

Astrographical Information

Region: Unknown Regions

Sector: Tempered Wastes

System: Lehon System

Orbital Position: 4

Moons: 2

Grid Coordinates: F-9

 

Physical Information

Class: Terrestrial

Atmosphere: Type 1 Breathable

Primary Terrain: oceans, tropical islands, rocky outcroppings

Points of Interest: Temple of the Ancients, Jedi Temple

 

Societal Information

Indigenous Species: Rakata

Immigrated Species: gizka, rancor

Primary Language(s): Rakata

Faction Affiliation: Jedi Order

 

Defense Rating:

 

JediRP Canon History: …to come…

 

((Summary compiled by Amidala Skywalker. Thank you!))

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The planet of Lehon has much history to it, though all of it is now considered ancient to the aging galaxy. Thousands of years ago, the planet was the Capital of one of the largest Empires the galaxy had yet seen. This Infinite Empire as it was known, turned Tatooine, once an oceanic planet into one of the harshest deserts, and built monuments to their legacy all over the galaxy. However, this information pre-dates the original Old Republic and had little impact to the majority of the galaxy.

 

Though around 4,000 years ago it did, when the Dark Lord of the Sith Revan used the Star Maps of the Infinite Empire to find their source of their power. Soon enough the Star Forge had been found and the Sith Fleet amassed with its Force harvesting powers was too much for an already war weary Republic. Yet Revan himself ended up returning to the Light Side of the Force after an attack of Amnesia and soon enough the Star Forge was destroyed and the legacy of the Infinite Empire had finally disappated leaving the planet as useless as it was when it was forgotten.

 

Though some people did not forget, and even though now after these many years the indigenous peoples of Lehon have gone to become extinct, the Planet was still powerful int he Force. And a certain Grand Admiral took notice.

 

After many weeks of having various agents search for the planet known as Lehon, the planet was eventually found. An agent picked up massive temples all over the planets surface and former tribe headquarters now vacant and overrun with shrubery.

 

As soon as the information was recieved the Grand Admiral acted and sent a large group of prisoners who owed the Empire a great debt for their crimes, landed on the once forgotten planet and began to build a massive training ground, for the next generation of Elite Soldiers. The Knights of Twilight.

 

((Kento, Post here about watching the construction taking place and supervise, post NPC interaction, etc.))

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((I have no clue what the base thingy is supposed to be like so I kept it very general.))

 

 

Many shuttles left the star destroyer and landed on Lehon. Kento walked out and was followed by 250 men who'd help him keep the slaves under control followed him. He saw as 15,000 of some of the worst people the Empire had to offer. He then made a speech to the slaves. ”œHello prisoners of the Empire, I don't care what you did or if you were innocent or not. I'm going to put you to work on a new Imperial base of some sort.”

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  • 2 weeks later...

Kento signaled his men to lock up the slaves and then take the shuttles back to the Star Destroyer Black. Kento sat down on his chair and ordered his men to set coordinates to Coruscant. He just hoped the Emperor wasn't pissed at him for some reason.

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  • 2 years later...

On the other side of the planet from the abandoned Imperial military base, a Jedi Temple slowly began construction on Lehon. The temple was built into a natural cliff face overlooking one of Lehon's ubiquitous white sand beaches and vast turquoise oceans. Nestled at the base of the cliff, almost hidden from view, was a simple entrance. Upon entering, the Jedi would find himself in a deceptively large columned room made of gray marble and transparisteel, all arches and rounded corners, with a soft carpeted floor. This was the guest reception area where non-Jedi were welcome to visit and request Jedi aid. Several corridors led off the guest area, all of them restricted to Jedi access; the security doors require the use of the Force to open. Once through, the Jedi would see a very simple, natural design. Stone and metal murals etched the walls, depicted great Jedi of old whose stories could be found in the Archives. The building consisted of many training rooms, meditation areas, gardens, and living quarters, all of them simple but functional. The upper floors featured several secret passageways out of the building, leading to the top of the cliffs. Several hangers were built fairly close-by off to the right and left of the entrance, nestled in groves of trees where the cliff mellowed into plains (about a ten minute walk from the temple entrance).

 

The entire temple was protected by the best state of the art security system that credits could buy. Even the droid assistants had buried security and protection protocols programmed in in the quite likely event of a Sith attack. It was designed to be a fortress, but one that the Jedi knew would soon enough be discovered and attacked. As a result, most of the security systems were hidden in wall panels or the floors and ceilings, resulting in a highly secure place that didn't compromise the pervasive sense of calm and peace required in a Jedi temple.

 

Soon, the adepts were ready, and the temple was complete and open, ready to be put to full use.

 

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Jaren Platt had arrived on Lehon several weeks ago. His assignment had been to make sure that everything was in order for the opening of the new temple, and he had performed his duty impeccably. The Temple was officially open for hopefuls and Jedi of all ranks.

 

His next assignment had been sent via holocomm by Grandmaster Trevelian. He was to hold hopeful classes. While most Jedi viewed the job as something that they just had to do occasionally, Jaren was actually interested in it. He had never taught hopeful classes before, although he had trained an apprentice to knighthood. It would be an interesting change of pace, and he could think of little he'd rather be doing.

 

The Force was dark and heavy with the struggles between the Sith and the Jedi, but the idyllic beauty of Lehon calmed the Jedi's soul. The light side was strong here on this ancient planet. Jaren spent a lot of his time meditating or taking long walks on the beach, drinking in nature and reveling in the Force.

 

Soon, he hoped, hopefuls would come. Until then, he was content in the knowledge that he was serving his Order to the best of his ability.

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Dust exited hyperspace with Lehon in perfect view, and in her sight Sigrid could easily locate her destination even from the distance of space. The planet, from this side at least, radiated a blue so vibrant in color it passed into her other senses and thrummed within her. For her, it was a simple thing to bear witness to the location planet-side where this color peaked in brightness. She determined that this must be the Temple she sought, or at least be a good place to start looking.

 

In the end, she didn't have to look further, as her descent brought the inorganic features of entrances to the Temple's hangars into her view, surrounded by the colorful density of organic life on Lehon. Already she was steeped in the calming aura of this planet, and was quite happy to have followed her will here.

 

Knowing not which hangar would be appropriate for her use, she spent a short time studying the various entrances, quite obvious with her vision, and chose the one that was deceptively cleft-like at the end of a stretching, wide natural corridor. She landed her craft near this, and stepped into the air of Lehon.

 

Quiet and ready, she entered the Lehon temple, and was pleased to find that this area appeared to be receptive in nature, so it was likely that she had chosen to appropriate entrance. She breathed, and let her colorful vision wander, soaking in the energy that cocooned her.

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Jaren was taking a stroll through the Temple on his way to the mess hall for some dinner. As he walked, he suddenly felt a tug at the Force. Someone had arrived. Smiling, he changed course to head for the main hanger. Normally an adept would welcome newcomers, but he hoped that he would be able to meet this person first.

 

His timing was perfect. A young woman was just stepping into the temple, her aura showing her untrained but strong in the Force, and her attire stating that she was most likely Miraluka. Jaren approached her. "Welcome to the Jedi Temple on Lehon," he said warmly. "I am Jedi Jaren Platt." He pushed a strand of his long brown hair back. "What brings you to the temple?"

 

He smiled again. "Oh, and I was just about to get some dinner. Care to join me?"

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She watched him approach her, wordlessly admiring the solid blue hue of his presence, and watched the color pulse with each warm word he spoke in greeting. This was the first Jedi she had met in person, and it was a very affirming presence.

 

At his invitation to eat, Sigrid smiled simply. "Yes, thank you." As she joined him in walking, she spoke with a voice that was strong in its softness, "I'm here to learn the ways of the Jedi. My people see the Force, see because of the Force, in all things, but I feel compelled to follow my sight where it beckons. And it has drawn me here to learn. It it's possible, learning your ways would be very fulfilling for me."

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"Excellent," Jaren grinned. It wasn't far to the dining hall, and they were greeted with the smells of food as they entered. He grabbed some noodles with a red sauce and a piece of warm bread and snagged a seat at one of the tables.

 

When the new girl had joined him, he spoke again. "You are very welcome here. It is my job to get you started down the first steps of this path, and offer you some amount of training until you get a proper Jedi master."

 

He took a bite of bread, then chuckled. "I'm sorry, I realize I don't know your name. And why did you decide to join the Jedi? What makes you want to become one?"

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Fejj's shuttle entered the planet's atmosphere. He was instantly filled with a sense of calm and peace that only the Force could provide. It wasn't long before the shuttle was approaching the newly finished temple.

 

Fejj was among the padawans who were hurried off when rumors of war reached the Gala academy. The Order had felt in necessary to protect the future Jedi and remove them from the scene before things had gotten ugly. Reports were scattered, but it seemed that indeed a conflict had developed there. Fejj wished he could have helped, but knew he most likely would have just been in the way. Perhaps some day, with the training and guidance of a Jedi Master, he would be a proper Jedi himself. Then he would be able to put his talents to full use and help protect the innocent.

 

The ship touched down in the hangar, and Fejj, along with another group of padawans, scurried inside. They all waited in the visitor's center while the head of the group, a dignified looking Jedi Knight, used his strong connection to the Force to open the entrance to the temple. Once inside Fejj and his young companions were split into two groups, and assigned quarters in different sections of the temple.

 

Following a map provided to him on his datapad he traversed the hallways until reaching his room. He entered and found a fresh pair of robes on the bed.

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Adrian Makaryk had never heard of Lehon before. But the Jedi had chartered a shuttle for him, because he could not afford to ever set foot off his home world of Onderon. He had had enough difficulty to begin with affording the use of off-world communications bandwidth to inform the Jedi he had accepted the offer of training.

 

He had half-expected Grandmaster Trevelian to come for him, as the Jedi Master had stumbled upon the hospital where he worked largely by accident. The Grandmaster had made the offer of training then, but after working more than fifty consecutive hours in the bleak confines of the Iziz ER, the surgeon had been too exhausted to do much other than grunt and stumble home in response. Darex Trevelian had given the surgeon his comm frequency, oblivious to the fact the surgeon lived on a planet so poor that even doctors only made a couple credits a day. Adrian had not the resources to send a reply transmission.

 

He could only (legally) obtain those resources by cutting back somewhere else. And there were very few places for him to cut back. The man had immediately stopped spending credits on food--subsisting on a near-starvation diet from his existing stockpiles of protein rations and whatever fruit he could forage from the jungle during his scarce and fleeting time off.

 

Now, as he stepped off the shuttle, his stomach rumbled. He'd hoped for a meal, and eaten the last of his rations in a vain attempt to reach satiation. He had received a meal, of course--only the ship captain had no idea the man he was charged with transporting had literally starved himself for two weeks to obtain transport here. From the outside, Adrian still appeared deceptively strong, standing just a centimeter shy of two meters and bearing a very healthy-looking, well-built hundred kilos on his frame. But lost in his appearance was the fact that he had burned nearly ten kilograms, nearly all of it muscle mass, in the last two weeks, as he decided that reaching the Jedi carried more importance than eating. His lean body had had very little fat to burn, so it tended to cannibalize muscle mass to keep itself going instead.

 

Adrian said nothing of this. Darex had chided him for "bitterness" because he had deigned to point out the Jedi Master's tendency to gloss over the environment, blithely making unwarranted assumptions about Onderon based upon wealthier worlds. The assumption that Adrian actually could send a message off-world via commlink had been one such assumption, and one that Adrian had gone through considerable sacrifice to fulfill. But the man said nothing, for he knew he could have just continued life as if the Jedi had never come across him, and to the Jedi's credit, Darex had sent replacement healers to free Adrian to come here in the first place. Dr. Adrian Makaryk had made it perfectly clear that he would refuse Jedi training if accepting it meant the collapse of all healthcare availability on Onderon.

 

Having never left a hundred-kilometer radius of Iziz before, Adrian stepped off the shuttle, bewildered and confused. Was anyone supposed to meet him? Where could he find food? Rest? Ostensibly, he had come here to train as a Jedi, yet his Force signature would seem nearly impossible to identify. Even the Grandmaster had only found it indirectly, after more than an hour of searching for the reason why the Force had called him to the hospital at Iziz, by observing the surgeon's patient. Only because the Grandmaster had traced cancerous tissue setting in a biohazard bin to the patient's brain stem, an operation that required equipment the hospital simply didn't have, had the Grandmaster been able to deduce the Force sensitivity of the surgeon at all.

 

The imposing figure stopped after stepping off the shuttle. He appeared lost. His stomach growled, alerting all nearby with the care to pay attention to their surroundings to the newcomer's hunger. His greyish eyes wandered listlessly about the room, wondering where to go, wondering where food might be found, where might be a quiet place to rest. But the food...it probably should come first, for by now his hunger impeded his ability to sleep. Most Jedi had never seen the man before (and they would recognize him if they had, thanks to his three distinctive black tattoos that ran down his forehead, diverging diagonally across his cheeks right below his eyes and the bridge of his nose), and therefore would have no point of reference to realize the newcomer had lost so much weight, so quickly. Only the Grandmaster and his immediate family had ever seen the man before; only they would recognize the man had thinned from about a hundred ten kilos to barely a hundred in less than a month.

 

For that matter, those Jedi who hadn't been privy to the communications between the newcomer and the Grandmaster might wonder what the newcomer was doing here at all. The man's Force signature was a subtle one, subtle enough to escape even the Grandmaster's attention for more than an hour. The man's connection to the Force did not display any hint of uncommanded movement or activity characteristic of untrained Force-sensitives; rather, the surgeon seemed possessed of a symbiotic relationship with the Force. The Force aided his dexterity and precision while he performed his duties as a surgeon; in turn the surgeon preserved life through which the Force flowed. But with the newcomer not actively utilizing his gifts (and after enduring a journey across the galaxy after working a fifty-hour shift, likely too exhausted to do so) his connection with the Force might not seem apparent at all.

 

Indeed, the surgeon's Force sensitivity had escaped all notice or detection for longer than three decades, until Grandmaster Trevelian had finally stumbled across it. Now, he stood, starved, worn, bewildered, exhausted, at the doorstep of the Jedi, seemingly not guided by the Force at all. The man by now struggled to remember why he had even come halfway across the galaxy...was it food?

 

Though the newcomer still had ample muscle tone to appear healthy on the outside, at last the combination of exhaustion and starvation became too great. His body would force him to rest, to slow his metabolism even more as it tried to preserve its resources. No longer could the exhausted surgeon sustain staying awake for two to three days at a time, even with stims.

 

After a moment of bewildered stares, the newcomer collapsed to the ground, his blood sugar low and his legs no longer receiving the energy necessary to bear his weight. Adrian Makaryk had hoped to find food before this happened, but sleepiness overcame him...

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As the hopefuls continued to arrive, there were Jedi adepts to greet them, assign them rooms, and make sure they had everything they needed. Fejj was taken care of by one such member of the Order. When Adrian arrived and promptly collapsed in the entryway, the adept on duty immediately rushed him to the medbay.

 

The medical droid diagnosed him with malnutrition and exhaustion, and he was immediately put on an IV drip. When he came to, he would be confined to bed until the med droid was satisfied he would recover.

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Sigrid could see, when she sat down opposite the man, that her plate was fuller than his. Far from shame, considering multiple factors why that feeling might conventionally be "appropriate", she felt curious. Perhaps growing up around her father's rather sizable appetite had left her believing all men ate as much as he did...which she now considered may not be common. This was no bad thing. Just a new reality learned.

 

"Are you not a Master?" she asked, in response to his statement about a proper Jedi Master. "You have a very deep color about you." It didn't occur to her that he might not understand what that meant, and she simply answered his next questions. "My name is Sigrid." Or had been, for a long time. But it was her name, nonetheless. "I have had a connection to the Force since I was born. My species does, biologically, you could say. But resources to learn more...well, I did not grow up around my own people, but even among them such resources are scarce and very narrow in what they offer. I decided that my will to learn would get the better of me if I did not satisfy it, and I knew I wanted to learn from the Jedi Order." She ate slowly. "Why did you become a Jedi?"

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Ads was awakened from his sleep in his cabin of his ship, the Venture by alarms alerting him that the ship was about to drop out of hyperspace at its final destination. He rose and headed to the cockpit, rubbing his eyes as he walked.

 

"Where are we headed?" Ads asked his astromech droid as he took the captain's seat.

 

As the droid unleashed a flurry of bloops and beeps, Ads' monitor translated that they were approaching Rakata Prime, also known as Lehon, a paradisiacal world that been home to a vast empire thousands upon thousands of years prior. What came next was a great shock to Ads. But, if possible, it didn't entirely surprise him. Lehon was home to a Jedi Temple.

 

Ads had given control of his ship over to the force, and it had led him to the Jedi. He knew that he was meant to go down to the temple to complete the fragmented training he had received over the years.

 

Ads switched the ship back to manual control once it had dropped out of hyperspace, and took it down to the Jedi temple.

 

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After the Venture touched down at the temple, Ads set the ship to automatically follow the shutdown checklist and left the cockpit as the boarding ramp began to descend. He reached it just as it reached the ground and he left the ship and headed for the entrance to the temple.

 

When he reached it, he entered passed under an arched doorway into a room with a very soft feel. He entered and approached one of the men who appeared to know what was going on.

 

"Hello...the, uh, the force seems to have led me here, and so I guess that I'm supposed to finish my training. I've already trained a little under a few masters, so...yeah, I guess that's all."

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The adept that Ads had spoken to showed him to a room, gave him a map of the place, and welcomed him to the temple and the Jedi Order. He also informed the newcomer that classes would be starting soon that he would be welcome to join.

 

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Jaren smiled. "I only recently graduated to full Jedi Knight, and have yet to take my first padawan."

 

He took several bites while she answered his question. "Well, you've certainly come to the right place if you want to learn," he replied. "Jedi are always seeking knowledge. In fact, it's part of the Code, the core set of beliefs of the Order."

 

He wiped his mouth with his napkin. "As for why I became a Jedi...I guess it was because I wanted to help people. I came from a broken home. My parents were always fighting and bickering, my sister got pregnant at a young age, and my brother was into drugs and partying. I always felt so helpless. I wanted to put my family back together. When I got accepted for training, I realized that being a Jedi was a way that I could help not just my own family, but all the families out there in the same situation as mine."

 

They continued chatting while they both finished their meals, and then Jaren rose. "Well, I'll let you get settled in. I have a few things I need to do, but I'm sure we'll see each other again soon. I'll be teaching some classes for hopefuls such as yourself, and those will start tomorrow morning."

 

He offered her a traditional Jedi bow. "Until then, Sigrid, farewell."

 

Once back in the office that had been assigned him, he saw that several other Jedi hopefuls had arrived, so he made an announcement over the loudspeakers, informing all hopefuls to go to the main training chamber marked on their temple map at 0830 hours tomorrow morning.

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"Thank you for your help, sir," Ads acknowledged the Adept's assistance. As the door closed, Ads turned to situate himself in the room. He started unpacking his things, but remembered where he was--in a Jedi temple--and that he did have some rudimentary force training. Perhaps he rarely used the force, but it couldn't hurt to try unpacking some clothes with it. So he set his pack on the floor and sat on his bed and focused. He tried to remember back to the things that RaveN and Jade Dragon had taught him years ago. He focused on the clothes in his pack. He reached his hand out toward them and focused on the clothes moving up and out of the pack. The top garment wiggled a little...and then it started to rise, but it unfolded more and more the higher it got above the pack. Not a problem. If Ads could lift it, it couldn't be much harder to fold it, could it?

 

A bottom corner started moving toward the other, when the article suddenly flipped and hung from that corner. That reminded Ads how much he hated folding and he batted the garment against the wall with his hand before it could touch the ground. Exasperated, he sat back against the wall and became lost in thought.

 

The train was interrupted by an anouncement echoing through the temple halls. When Ads heard how early he had to be at the training chamber, and saw how late it was already, he knew he had to get to sleep soon if he had any hope of using the 'fresher in the morning...

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Adorned in her usual green pants, tight cream colored under shirt, a matching green vest, and utility belt, the teenage Jedi hopeful made her way out of a speeder. She quickly thanked the driver, collected her bag from the speeder and gave the mad credits owed. Slowly, Haloburner Lighterre made her way to the main base of a cliff, looking for the obscure entrance to the Jedi temple. As she walked she smiled at the simple but kind gestures she encountered from the Rakatas upon landing on Lehon.

 

Young Lighterre was finally glad her first day of training had arrived. With a broad smile painted on her face, the 18 year old from Naboo walked towards that building where her destiny and purpose will be fulfilled. One that required training in The Way- The Jedi way to be exact.

 

Minutes into her walk, she finally arrived at the entrance of the Lehon Jedi temple. Upon entering the building, the sheer grandeur of the entrance did not match the simplicity that Lighterrre expected. Haloburner found herself stepping on long ornate carpet, and surrounded by equally ornate large gray marble columns.

 

Based on the other appearance of where the blonde stood, she could tell that area of the temple is perhaps the ‘guest’ section. Pausing to think, she did not recollect any instructions pertaining exactly to where she was to report to upon entering the temple.

 

Now glancing, and looking for a receptionist, Lighterre will try to locate exactly where she is to report to.

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Haloburner was approached by a Jedi adept, a male Twi'lek. "Are you here to become a Jedi? Welcome to Lehon."

 

He assigned her a room, got her a map of the facility so she wouldn't get lost, and then escorted her to her room. "Hopeful classes start at 0830 hours tomorrow morning in the main training chamber. Welcome to the Jedi Order."

 

With that, he bowed and left.

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Ads-Gop Flif woke up. His clock wasn't working, so he didn't know if it was time to get up for training at 8:30, but he went to the training room anyway. If it wasn't time yet, he could always nap in there.

 

((But most importantly, this allows Darex to post again if no one else is coming without double posting.))

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There was at least one person who would not make it to the morning class for Jedi hopefuls.

 

The mysterious, unknown person in sickbay hadn't heard the message. He couldn't. He had fallen unconscious. No one knew who he was; the only Jedi who would recognize him currently attended to matters elsewhere, oblivious to events of his arrival. Only after the intravenous feeding had stabilized his condition did the medical droid search him for some form of identification, but the patient remained unconscious, still in dire need of rest and sleep.

 

The only identification the med droid found--the only identification the man had--was his work badge from the hospital at Iziz. Though it did identify the mysterious figure as a surgeon by the name of Adrian Makaryk, it also raised more questions. Though the Jedi had paid the man's transportation, and an educated guess that the man had come for Jedi training could be deduced from that, the questions his ID presented remained. Why would a surgeon allow himself to become so malnourished in the first place? He certainly did not have excess bodyfat that he needed to burn, so why would he feel the need to go on an apparent starvation diet? A surgeon, of all people, should be aware of his own body's nutritional requirements. Why had he disregarded them?

 

Of course, an unconscious patient couldn't answer. If the medical droid felt particularly diligent, it might use his identification to seek the doctor-turned-patient's medical records from the hospital where he had worked. Those records would indicate the man had always been healthy, if a frequent donor of blood. Whatever happened, it was sudden and abrupt in biological terms.

 

Only when the patient regained consciousness would he be able to answer those questions, and given the man hadn't slept in more than two days before he collapsed upon arrival, that might take a while. But the answers might prove unsettling to Jedi who had never been faced with the choices the surgeon had had...

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Fejj had made it a practice in his life to awake before the sun would rise. He found a small pleasure in beating whatever burning ball of fire he was near to the new day. After a trip to the refresher he put on his new set of robes. They fit quite well. Since joining the Order he was always impressed by its ability to know and meet the needs of its members. He himself was no master of the Force, but assumed that if his minimal skills had caused his restaraunt to flourish that the experience of a trained Knight or Master would easily be able to handle garments, room asignments, transport, etc.

 

There was still a good amount of time before he would be expected in the training rooms so he decided to find a good garden to meditate in. He always prefered the open air over a closed mediation chamber to commune with the Force. He took a spot beneath the shade of a small tree and sat legs crossed. He closed his eyes and began the simple meditation steps that were taught to early padawans. He breathed in, counting to ten. He held his breath for a ten count, and then released in another five. With each breath he tried to focus on what was happening. Fejj knew he was taking in oxygen, using it to sustain himself, and releasing something different, something he created, which in itself sustained the plants and trees around him. This was as much as he could grasp, as the greater mysteries of the Force, the fact that ONLY the Force sustained, was still foreign to him.

 

He spent about an hour in this practice and when he was done felt refreshed and at peace, ready to take on the day and start whatever training was in store.

 

Fejj left the garden and followed his datapad to the training room. There were already some hopefuls waiting as the time was drawing near.

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As the male Twi’lek approached Haloburner, she gave the customary bow. “Thank you, and yes, I am here to become a Jedi” Lamb responded.

 

Meanwhile the Twi’lek was already moving on with general instructions. Lamb collected the map she was given and then followed behind as she was escorted to her chamber. Upon reaching Halo’s room, the Twi’lek gave final instructions, bowed then left, just as quickly as he arrived. "Thank you..." Halo echoed as the man left

 

Shortly after the Twi’lek left, Lamb unpacked her belongings. She neatly placed each item in its proper place. Thereafter, she pulled out her datapad with the intent of catching up on the news and recent events around the galaxy. Seeing as Lamb did really know anyone yet, she skipped dinner, and retired to bed earlier than planned.

 

The next morning her internal alarm woke her up in time to prepare and head out for the first day of training. With her map, and bag in tow, the teenage girl made her way to the training chamber. Upon arrival, her watch registered 0800 hours, at which point she whispered to herself, "good, right ahead of schedule" while slowly entering the room....

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The next morning, Jaren woke and used the refresher, putting on a clean tunic and robe. He then grabbed his datapad and checked it to see who he might expect to see today. It looked like there were four hopefuls currently on-planet, but one of the them was in serious condition in the med bay. Jaren frowned and decided he'd go visit the man before heading to the training area.

 

Once at the med bay, he was directed to Adrian Makaryk. The medical droid said he had severe dehydration and malnutrition, but that didn't explain why he was unconscious. He was hooked up to several IV's, and the droid was optimistic that he would recover quickly. "Keep me updated," Jaren replied.

 

He then headed to the training room. There were already a few hopefuls gathered around the door. Jaren smiled at them and ushered them inside. There were two, a man and a woman, and Jaren didn't know either of them.

 

He motioned for them to take a seat on the floor, and he did the same, sitting cross-legged at the front of the room. "While we wait for our last hopeful," he said warmly, "why don't we introduce ourselves? I'm Jaren Platt, a Jedi Knight. I will be the one who gets the honor of first introducing you to the Force, training you in the basics until you can each get assigned to your proper Jedi master."

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Ads, who was napping in a corner of the room, was roused by the sound of Fejj Kesada entering the training chamber. He sat up, still groggy from his early nap. He watched as Lamb and then Jaren entered the room. Expecting more people to enter, Ads waited in the corner.

 

When Jaren spoke, Ads rose and approached the group. "Why don't we introduce ourselves? I'm Jaren Platt, a Jedi Knight. I will be the one who gets the honor of first introducing you to the Force, training you in the basics until you can each get assigned to your proper Jedi master."

 

"Hi, there, I'm Ads-Gop Flif. I've had some basic training in the force already, but that was years ago, so I don't remember it all very well."

 

He sat down and waited for the next person to speak up.

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Generally, hitting someone in the head with your weapon kills them regardless of whether they're wearing a life-sustaining mask. I'm pretty sure this is general combat strategy whether your target is Darth Vader or some thug on the street.
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In the clone chamber a beep was heard. The machine came to life as the final growth cycle had finish. In a pop of a sound a small mist fell over and lingered as the body in side sat up.

 

His vision was blurry and shaky as his eyes adjusted to the light in the room. His muscles while normal were waking up and felt unstable.

 

"Ugh. How I do despise the cloning process. Next should come the flash back." On cue the force flooded the master with the final moments that lead to and resulted in his demise. The siege of Gala,his blockcade run, his fight with Darkfire and the Dark Lord, all of it.

 

"Well, at least the Dark Lord faced the consequences for his crimes." Looking around while the setting looked familiar, the feel of the location was different. It was a new Jedi temple that he had never been to.

 

Reaching into the force he felt the presences of the other Jedi with in.

 

"Well at least the home is not empty." Hoping out of the cloning device, he stretched and felt his body return to life.

 

"I guess I should meet up with the others."

Its a blast from the not so distant past.

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As Lamb entered the classroom, she was welcomed by Jedi Knight Jaren Platt. Neither of the two people in the room have met before, therefore Lamb gave a dismissive wave. She watched as the person whom she will later find out to be Ads-Gop Flif rise up from his slumber in the corner of the room.

 

Soon thereafter, Knight Platt motioned for the hopefuls to take a seat and then proceeded with instructions “…why don't we introduce ourselves?” Haloburner followed suit and took a seat on the floor. She sat in her favorite meditation position- squat down, with feet tucked under her buttocks in a sitting position, and her hands laying flat on her femora.

 

While simultaneously getting in her seating position on the floor, the girl introduced herself. “Good to meet you, Ads-Gop Flif…” she uttered as she turned her gaze towards his direction. Proceeding right along her focus fell on Jedi Knight “…and thank you for having me Knight Platt. Haloburner Lamb is the name, but feel free to call me Halo. This is my first encounter within a Jedi class setting, but I have a feeling it will not be my last. Originally from Naboo, but I had the misfortune of spending my early teen years on streets of Coruscant Undercity. I look forward to learning all the basics concerning the Jedi Order.”

 

Though the reclusive kind, the teen can be a bit chatty. She paused after realizing that she has uttered more words than the two other people in the room combined.

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unless you're married you're never "stuck". Now, if you're married you can get divorced but,my friends, it's cheaper to keep her.
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