Space

[ObliviousKnight]

It was a mostly silent journey to Coruscant. Aidan, exhausted by his recent romp through the permanent shroud of snow that covered Hoth, whined to be put to sleep the moment we stepped into the Ghost Breath. I had disappeared for a few minutes to comb through the cargo hold in search for more suitable clothing for my apprentice, having guessed that he was slightly envious of the fact that he hadn't even been introduced to the customary garb of the Jedi. If he decided to catch a nap during the flight, he'd find that I'd left him a folded robe on his bed, of the traditional tan that most Jedi wore.

 

Soon after, I returned to the cargo hold, the one location in my ship that was truly suited for training with remotes. It had been expanded more than a year ago convert the room into a tiny hangar, capable of servicing a single starfighter, but now was empty. It provided ample space for this training””even for a Jedi as acrobatic as me could move to their satisfaction without worrying about accidentally driving a lightsaber blade into something fragile.

 

I started out with four of the seeker remotes””a warm-up, really, but it was also the size of the smallest infantry elements in many armies. However, no soldier would move around my body as these little droids did, aggressively revolving around me and rapidly spewing little salvos of harmless, but painful yellow bolts at me.

 

At the moment, however, I wasn't even attempting to block those myriad stingers. Instead, I virtually danced a path through them, my eyes closed and a smile on my lips as I ducked, spun, and occasionally flipped around each blast with deceptive ease.

 

Four was too easy.

 

But, damn, it felt so good to move around like this again.

[Arlan Vass]

Arlan had switched out of the robes that he had found on Skye's ship, and put the ones that Armiena had laid out on his cot for him on. They were similar to the ones that he had found on Skye's ship, though he felt as if they were made for him, and not just an extra set that was lying around.

 

He made his way into the cargo hold, seeing Armiena finishing up a series of moves against a couple of training remotes. He walked into the room, pulling his backpack off and setting it onto the floor.

 

"Armiena, what are you doing?" he asked, looking at her.

[Master Kyp Durron]

From deep within the Unknown Regions, a battered and antiquated freighter emerges from hyperspace over Ossus...

[Sol Kadav]

It had taken Sol perhaps a few hours to reinstall both his ship's navi-computer, along with the freighter's navi-computer, but only an hour to put the new one into his ship. With the help of his droid, R4-J79, he was able to do all of this in less time that it would have taken him if he had done it on his own.

 

With a new navi-computer, as well as a set of armor that Sol was now wearing that he'd found on the freighter, he set out. He was surprised that he hadn't attracted the attention of any sort of security forces on his way out, though he couldn't worry about that now. He was looking at his new- but stolen- navi-computer, wondering if there were any extra features installed within this new toy.

 

R4 rolled into the cockpit, warbling to Sol as soon as he caught sight of him.

 

Sol turned around, rubbing his palm against the back of his neck.

 

"What do you mean, unread messages?" he asked. "I'm not worried about what's played on the Holonet."

 

R4 warbled again.

 

Sol sighed.

 

"Alright, go ahead and play it," he said, sitting down in the pilot's chair and swiveling it around so he could listen to the message.

 

---

 

Five minutes later, Sol was sitting silently, his chin propped up in his fist, pondering what he had just listened to.

 

The leader of the Black Sun was accepting new members into the Black Sun?

 

He smiled, realizing how big of an opportunity this was to finally earn some real credits.

 

He reached over the console, entering a set of cooridinates into the navi-computer. He watched as the stars around his ship suddenly turn into streaks of bright, silver light as he entered hyperspace.

 

He was on his way to the Black Sun Citadel on Courscant, in hopes of starting to earn some credits.

[Sol Kadav]

((OOC: Sorry; double posted.))

[Clash]

Clash was drifting through space, thinking about what he had done in his life. He had killed Senators, Crime Lords, Smugglers, Traders, and even fellow Bounty Hunters; which he considered assassins. But really he did jobs, he didn't care who he hurt or what he caused. He never thought of the repercussions of his actions.

 

At these thoughts he got up and set out a few remotes, not anything that would serve dangerous or much of a challenge but something to do. Clash started out dodging the blaster pelts, but as he grew bored he started blocking them with his Vibroblade. One of the pelts hit his leg and Clash got angry he grabbed his Senate Guard Rifle and blasted the Remotes.

 

Clash walked back to the cockpit, and waited for anything interesting or suspicous to happen. He had nothing else to do at the moment which aggravated him.

[ObliviousKnight]

”œThis.”

[Arlan Vass]

Arlan grinned after she had finished, astonished by what he had just watched. He had never seen a Jedi- in person, at least,- using their lightsaber, even if what Armiena had just done was only against training remotes, instead of another being.

 

”œThe shots they fire aren't harmful, but they do sting a fair bit. They're excellent tools for lightsaber training. Care for a go with one of them, even just to get a feel for your lightsabers?”

[Deton]

Deton had been transported off of Courscant. According to Imperial reports, the Planet of Ilum was once again back up and running. He was to escort the Captain of the Avenger to Ilum to make sure it was a firmly held Imperial world.

 

Calmly he paced the halls decked head to toe, in the sharpest Imperial uniform on deck. Fully dressed in black, he slightly adjusted his cap as he walked onto the bridge in order to see Hyperspace for himself.

 

He had to admit, every time he got a glimpse of Hyperspace, he found it to be the quite the trip. The first time he had glimpsed it, was after being knocked senseless and waking up next to a view point. He had though he was hallucinating something fierce. Now the sight was both common yet at the same time strange. He actually acquitted staring off into hyperspace, as one of the reasons for Captain blunders.

 

I bet I would be slightly off my rocker too, if every time I went somewhere, I had to stare into this endless constant motion void.

 

His time on the bridge was well spent, simply observing the crew in action, and monitoring his own stormtroopers, who seem to stand straighter for the length he was on the bridge. Somewhere on board was a general. He almost felt sorry for the general, as this man would be stuck at either a really hot spot, or one of the most boring posts in the galaxy.

 

1,720 base personnel and 1,280 combat troops all for this one world. That isn't half bad. I don't know if I would mind being in charge of one of these prefabricated bases.

 

Leaving the bridge with these sorts of thoughts he only awaited the time until construction began, as well, as reflected on the conversation with the general before hand.

[Clash]

Clash grew bored and set a course for Nar Shadda. He needed to collect his payment for the Back Sun job he had completed. He put his feet up and relaxed. It wouldn't be to long of a travel.

[ObliviousKnight]

((Ordinarily, it's a major no-no to post another character's actions, but for the sake of a lesson, I'm going to break this rule.))

 

”œOne volley, please.”

[Arlan Vass]

Arlan shrunk back a bit, placing his hand on the back of his neck to make sure that there was no wound there, despite the fact that what he had just seen was an illusion.

 

”œThat I probably owe you an apology for. But the point stands””what happens when your eyes aren't good enough?”

[Tobias Vos]

Tobias awoke from sleep. The craft had just exited hyperspace. There was no way they were at Ilum. They had come out too fast. Tobias cursed, he need his own ship instead of this bull, hiding in cargo crates. He lifted his crate's lid off slowly, He peered out, there was no one. Tobias sighed and lept out.

 

Only the emergency light was on so it was very dim. Tobias stumbled around to the rear hatch of the ship ready to jump out. He hated when ships made pitstops, they messed his plans all up. As they started to land, the gangplank started to decend, then Tobias saw what planet he was on, Nar Shaddaa.

[Galen]

*Breaching the atmosphere, it took only a few minutes to clear the gravity well in the jedi craft.*

 

"It's nice for once not to have to worry about those pesky civilian inhibiters..."

 

*Galen reached forward and drew the levers back; the ship seemed to lurch forward as the stars stretched, blueshifted and formed a tunnel of light.*

 

"This should take considerably less time now that the route has been updated."

[Reptilia]

I realized the feeling of Hyper Space, and I got up to check it out. It was such a mystery to me, and I like to look at the stars as they go by. When I reached the cockpit, I leaned over the co-pilot chair and watched for a minute and sighed.

 

"Do you think we'll see each other much when we get our Masters?"I said as I looked out at Space.

 

((Short Post, but are we gonna stay in Space for awhile or go directly to the Base after we all post once or twice.))

[Roene Givrah]

Roene's ship steadily made its way toward Gala at a comfortable pace. Roene contented himself with taking long looks out toward the stars. He had set the ship to auto-pilot to Gala so he could enjoy a long flight in which he would study what he had learned about the force in his spaceship. It didn't have too much room, but it had enough for Roene to practice with.

 

The cold ambient temperature due to the lack of heat in space made Roene put more layers on, but ultimately didn't bother him too much. He was now sitting in the small back room of his spaceship atop a duracrete metal counter top enjoying the quaint and quiet atmosphere. He moved his legs into a lotus position and carefully used his hands to withdraw his two crystals. His kasha, the one he used for meditation that had three branches out from the center in oddly the same direction, he set gently in his lap as it started to glow faintly a small pale green color. Then his personal crystal, which was both colors of purple and teardrop shaped, he slowly and carefully placed in front of him.

 

Letting his arms rest at his side, Roene studied his kasha crystal within his mind for a few minutes. As he began to close his eyes, Roene's focus on the Kasha crystal grew accompanied by the pale green glow. When Roene's mind was filled with the essence of the crystal, it was emptied completely of all of the distractions around him. The beeping and whirring of the consoles, the steady burning of afterburners, and even the sound of his feet tapping on the counter were all gone. All that Roene was left with was a blank sound which was rather odd. The same actions repeated themselves with Roene's thoughts and feelings until all Roene was left with was his kasha crystal. With a small push from his brain, Roene allowed the force to flow through him gracefully. It was refreshing to say the least now that Roene could steadily balance the flow as it came into him. The cool feeling the force provided was like candy to his mind.

 

Slowly shifting his mind from the Kasha crystal to his own personal crystal, sitting on the counter about a foot away from him, Roene used the force power that he had gathered to levitate his crystal into the air. A slight warming sensation filled him as he played with his crystal using the force; one that only got warmer as he continued. After a while the cooling sensation of the force completely balanced with that of the warming sensation of the crystal and in a manner of minutes Roene was comfortable with doing any number of levitation tricks with his crystal. He had done this for several hours, until Roene finally set his crystal down in his lap along with his kasha crystal and then put them back in his knapsack.

 

His mind was still clear as he continued with a few more sensory experiments, but after a few more hours of that he slowly slumped back into his chair and slept his way to Gala...

 

((Gala after Reptilia, Galen and Aira))

[ObliviousKnight]

”œYou've probably heard stories about the Jedi Mind Trick, or so is the less formal name for Force Persuasion. It's an entire family of techniques that you can use to implant an illusion on a target's mind””give them an inclination to do something to your advantage, or mess with their senses to disorient them, or”¦. the possibilities are limitless.”

[Arlan Vass]

Arlan stared at Armiena in disbelief.

 

”œBlindfolded?”

[ObliviousKnight]

”œThat's the point. I've just shown you that your own eyesight can be unreliable. A Jedi doesn't need his eyes””the Force is better.”

[Arlan Vass]

Arlan slowly exhaled. He trusted Armiena, and slowly turned to where he knew the remote was hovering.

 

Without warning, a single bolt was fired from the remote, which missed Arlan by an inch. He had sidestepped the shot on instinct, but was struck by the next shot on the arm.

 

”œOw!”

[ObliviousKnight]

A tiny click cracked through the cargo hold as I deactivated the training remote so I could explain.

 

”œIt's always more a matter of what you're not doing right.”

[Joreel Ordo]

A TIE Advanced housing the Jedi Hartel zoomed off toward Concord Dawn.

[Arlan Vass]

What Armiena was telling him”¦ made sense. For the first time in days, Arlan was finally able to understand what it was she wanted from him. To see without seeing; to see through the Force. He realized now that he hadn't applied himself to the best of his ability when he first activated his lightsaber here in the cargo bay. The blindfold only prevented him from seeing what could easily be deceived if he could physically see the remote. He was finally able to understand that he needed to reach out, beyond the blindfold to see the remote. The only question, though, was how?

 

He decided to give it a try. Lightsaber still ignited, Arlan held it up and faced the remote. It was hovering in front of him mockingly. Arlan paid no attention to this. He was focused on the remote; nothing else. He was going to do what Armiena told him to do: trust his instincts.

 

The first blaster shot rang out. The sound of where the shot came from and where it was travelling seemed to come towards Arlan in slow motion. The buzz of the bolt traveling through mid-air came to him. As soon as the shot was heard, Arlan swung the lightsaber down, deflected it before it struck his leg. He felt the vibration of the weapon as the bolt struck it, thrilled that he had blocked it. He spun the lightsaber up to block his neck, just as two more shots came at him. He deflected them both.

 

The remote started circling him. It had fired five more shots, all of which Arlan had been able to deflect. The sixth, however, caught him off guard. He deflected it with the corner of his lightsaber, feeling the make-shift bolt graze his left arm. The two other shots that followed it, though, were easily deflected.

 

As he fought against the remote, a faint, dark object appeared in front of him. He was certain that the blindfold was still tied around his eyes. He watched the object float in the front of his eyes, able to sense where the remote was now, more than before.

 

A few more seconds passed until Arlan stepped forward and swung at the remote. He felt the blade of his lightsaber cut through the sphere, then heard the clang of metal upon metal as the two pieces of the object fell to the floor.

 

Arlan slid the blindfold off and looked at Armiena, his eyes wide in disbelief of what he had just accomplished.

 

((OOC: How was that?))

[Galen]

*Galen paused for a long moment before answering Reptilia's question,*

 

"I do not know... My concern is that there didn't seem to be an equal amount of masters when compared to padawans... I wonder if they will double up the padawans..."

 

*After a few days, the consol transit alarm begins to beep. Galen jumps into the cockpit and straps in just in time to make a smooth transition.*

 

 

*A bright gamma burst heralds the return to space.*

 

((Gala))

[ObliviousKnight]

((Not bad. Not bad at all.))

 

Wonderful. Arlan had achieved success-total success, as good as anything that I could have hoped for. He might not be able to repeat this achievement, but this lesson was not meant to teach him to consciously tap the Force. Instinct, however, was the foundation for everything that he would learn in the future. I'd have to coach him later on his lightsaber technique and thoroughly trounce him in a practice duel to prove my point, but that would come much later.

 

However, when Arlan removed that improvised blindfold to see my reaction, he found that my enthusiasm was somewhat”¦ curbed. Rather, I appeared rather concern, frowning at the floor with my index finger tracing my lips.

 

”œWell done.”

[Arlan Vass]

For a moment, Arlan wondered if he had done something wrong. Armiena's expression worried him.

 

”œWhat's the matter, Armiena?”

[ObliviousKnight]

”œIt wasn't anything that you did, but believe me when I say this”¦ you don't want to know.”

[Arlan Vass]

Arlan looked on as Armiena walked out, wondering what she had been thinking about after he had finished sparring with the remote. Though as he thought about it, she probably had a lot on her mind. She was, after all, the Grandmaster ”“ or was it Grandmistress [/b]? ”“ of the Jedi.

 

He reached back into his backpack and pulled out both of the lightsabers. He clipped them each onto his belt next to each other, so he would have easy access to them in case anything happened to them while they were on Courscant; not that he was capable of taking on a Sith in a one-on-one duel, but he figured that it couldn't hurt to carry them in case something were to happen.

 

He walked out of the cargo bay and started to make his way towards the cockpit, to ask Armiena a question. As he approached, he heard her and her mother arguing. Their conversation was hushed, though there was no mistaking the severe tone that each of their voices carried. He stood in the hallway, waiting for their discussion to either end or come to a pause so he could speak to his Master.

[Skye Organa]

The many random jumps through hyperspace were uneventful, the trip passing quietly for the occupants of Serenity. This mostly was in the way of meditation and training regimes. A final set of co-ordinates were entered, the final jump being made to a secret location only other Jedi could know.

 

Serenity disappears back into a streak of white lights of the hyperspace lanes on it's way to a final destination...

 

 

 

[exit space to Double Helix]

[Clash]

Clash came into space, flying threw. He set a course for Gala, where he hoped to "Talk" to someone. Maybe get "acquainted" or something of that matter. As his ship grew close, Clash gathered his things and prepared himself. He made sure everything was ready, when he looked up he saw the planet at its fullest. The ship went in, and he prepared to land.