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((fine, i'll do this another way))

 

Having landed his ship, silence walked into the bar.

Looking around at the patrons, he was startled at the smash of a bottle, and as he looked in the direction of the smash, he saw a man, with a vibro blade drawn, standing near quite a few other patrons, but facing away from him.

 

Taking matters into his own hands, silence unslung his fletchette rifle, aimed at the mans knees, and let off two shots.

 

After shooting, he just stood there, silent, still aiming at joshua, waiting to see what he would do.

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ooc: Lets have a formal duel, since you are so intent on killing me. Lets say 5 posts each and then a mod ruling on the victor.

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All the ale had splashed upon the ground along with the most of the glass. Some glass shards had embedded themselves in the walls of the bar. The Clawdites eyes scan the bar waiting to see of any of the drinkers decided he was worth a fight.

 

Throughthe corner of his eyes, he saw a flash of metal as a bounty hunter raised a weapon. Throwing his weight into his shoulderm, Joshua flips himself over the bar, as three metal shards impact where he was once standing.

 

"What it is with this planet. Ever since I stepped foot here, people have been trying to kill me."

 

The hunter slides his vibroblade into his sheath upon his back. A melee weapon would not be able to help him get out of the bar unscathed. He needed some cover and a way out. His pale eyes scan the bar and soon rest on a staircase leading to the roof. Now all he needed was the right time.

 

His palms rest upon the grips of his blaster pistols. They felt right in his hands and he knew they would save him yet again. He jerkedhimself to his feet and raises the pistols at his assailant. Lance after lance of red energy pours from the pistol, giving the Clawdite hunter enough time to make it to the staircase. Sticks races up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Coming to the top, he rams his shoulder into the air, bursting it open. Now he had nowhere to run. But he knew the attacker would have to come up to get him.

 

Joshua holsters his pistols, flicking the safety on. His hands reach behind him and he palms his rifle. This would be a good point to test out his old friend. He switches the setting from Sniper to Assault, and awaits his opponent.

 

(Post 1)

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A heavily armed and armored Imperial transport emerges out of hyperspace near the blood red jewel that was the planet of Rattatak. At once, the transport heads to the surface of the arid world ”“ first stop, the battling arena known as the Cauldron. There, several dozen Imperial Stormtroopers depart the transport ”“ the troopers head to a control room that just happens to be level with the arena's blood-soaked ground.

 

The transport takes off for a different part of Rattatak.

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((How about i just kill you, i dont agree to a duel, im just going to kill you.))

 

Silence ducked and rolled behind a table, but was still caught on the hip and the thigh by blaster bolts. Hearing his opponent run up the stairs, he laughed. Fool. Walking to the foot of the stairs, he held the rifle one handed, and pulled out a thermal detonator with his other hand. Activating it, he hurled the small sphere of metal up the stairs, where it rebounded off of the wall, and came to rest somewhere near the center of the room. Taking a few steps back, and crouching behind a table, he aimed the fletchette rifle up at the stairs, waiting for the man to either come out, or die.

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ooc: ok

 

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The magic eyes of the Clawdite watch as a small silver device rolls into the middle of the roof. Immediately he recognized it as a thermal detonator. A weapon that could easily rip his body to shreds and then if there was any left, vaporize it.

 

With only a few seconds to spare, Joshua realizes there is only one option available to him. The hunters powerful leg muscles ripple as they propel him to the side of the bar. As his feet leave the durasteel surface, his body is already beginning to change. For this plan to work, he would need some more strength. in the middle of his change, a sdmall red light is emitted from detonator. Red hot flames roll across the metal surface of the roof.

 

Two sets of talons land on the surface of Rattack. Instead of a Clawdite bounty hunter landing on the ground, a Trandoshan had landed and the extreme muscles of the creature had absorbed most of the impact. But Joshua was slightly dazed. His trenchcoat no longer offered any covering of his armor. Any semblance of a coat had been burned away by licking flames. Scroch marks could be seen along the back of the hunters white armor.

 

"Sithspit. Now I have to get this armor cleaned."

 

Joshua throws around a fewmore curses before stalking around to the front of the bar. His once silver eyes were now the same color as his Doshan scales, emerald green. His claws wrap around the grip of his rifle as he emerges in front of the entrance to the bar.

 

"Looking for me."

 

Joshua leaps inside with the ferocity of the nexu that had nearly killed him. With almost inhuman precision, three lances of energy spike through the hunters chest, killing him upon impact.

 

As the smoking body drops to the ground, Joshua begisn to revert back to his Clawdite form. Not many people were comfortable with being around a Clawdite, but Joshua did not care. He was there to earn credits.

 

"You have left well enough alone."

 

Stykes unsheaths his vibroblade and raises it high inthe air. This thumb grazes the activation stud and the blade spikes down through the cranium of Silence. Blood spews along the floor of the bar, and onto the walls.

 

The elite merc turns to his recruiter and sheaths his blade. Joshua discards what was left of his trenchcoat and wipes the sweat from his brow.

 

"How about we leave this planet. Im beginning to getthe feeling it doesnt like me."

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((Somehow i doubt a even a trandoshan could take flames from a thermal detonator, before landing after a jump from two storeys up, then walk into a bar, give his opponent some warning, and while still shell shocked from what he had just been through, shoot accurately enough to kill him while he was moving, due to the fact you spoke before you shot. If you want to get a mod in on this, then go ahead, but i definately shouldnt be dead. Try and hold some sense of realism please.))

 

Having taken a hit to the shoulder, and one in his already wounded hip, the man in the cloak pressed his back up against the knocked over table he had rolled up against. Deciding to test this fools nerve, he waited for a moment of silence in the bar, before clicking yet another thermal detonator into the activated state, and putting it back into his belt clip. Crouching low, he threw his body towards the now trandoshan, fletchette rifle still gripped in one hand.

 

Rolling into a crouch, he came up with his rifle infront of him, aiming right at the mans chest. One move, and the man would be dead. In the silence that followed this manouvre, A loud beep went off, signifying there was 5 seconds left until what remained of the bar was blown to high heavens.

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A strangely furry humanoid, one almost resembling a walking, man-sized rat, approaches the rather infamous bounty hunter known as Mike Attard. The rat-man timidly pokes the bounty hunter on the shoulder, and then quickly steps back. Eyes to the ground, the rat-man speaks.

 

"Sorry, oh, ever so sorry, my liege. Begging your pardon and all that, I am ever so sorry. I, um, I come on behalf of the, of the, um, the ghosts. Yes, the ghosts. The ghosts, um, the ghosts with the big weapons, and the muffled voices - they've asked me to give you something, my liege. I'm ever so sorry."

The rat-man drops a small device at the bounty hunter's feet, and then scurries off.

 

The device contains a message from Darth Havoc.

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((Somehow i doubt a even a trandoshan could take flames from a thermal detonator, before landing after a jump from two storeys up, then walk into a bar, give his opponent some warning, and while still shell shocked from what he had just been through, shoot accurately enough to kill him while he was moving, due to the fact you spoke before you shot. If you want to get a mod in on this, then go ahead, but i definately shouldnt be dead. Try and hold some sense of realism please.))

 

Having taken a hit to the shoulder, and one in his already wounded hip, the man in the cloak pressed his back up against the knocked over table he had rolled up against. Deciding to test this fools nerve, he waited for a moment of silence in the bar, before clicking yet another thermal detonator into the activated state, and putting it back into his belt clip. Crouching low, he threw his body towards the now trandoshan, fletchette rifle still gripped in one hand.

 

Rolling into a crouch, he came up with his rifle infront of him, aiming right at the mans chest. One move, and the man would be dead. In the silence that followed this manouvre, A loud beep went off, signifying there was 5 seconds left until what remained of the bar was blown to high heavens.

 

Sorry this post is null, Joshua legally killed you. You threw a thermal detanator, but he posted wisely and got away and still took damage. See you in three days!

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Throughout the spectacularly incendiary fight between Joshua and the unnamed opponent, Mike had his attention turned towards his datapad, as he typed out a message, encrypting it on a datacard in a mid-level encryption code.

 

Shortly after completing the encryption, a large, rat-like being obsequiously drops a device at Mike's feet. Raising his hand, he pulled the device towards his outstretched palm, grabbing it out of mid air, and sliding it into his belt.

 

Once The clawdite had dispatched the obviously mentally unbalanced attacker, Mike faced the newest recruit, throwing the datacard to him.

 

"I want you to take this to Smash Daisaku, at the Black Sun Citadel on Coruscant. After presenting him with this, you will await further instructions from him. If you fail to do this, you will be ejected from the Elite Mercs. If you attempt to read the contents of the datacard, you will die."

 

"Get going."

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The cold steel of Joshuas eyes turn upon Mike. With his blood drenched blade still in hand he steps toard the hunter with the urge to hunt still in his eyes. Through his eyes, the world appeared many shades of green. The hunter before him now appeared dark green, while the walls were that of emerald.

 

The Clawdite stretches his hand out toward Mike and takes the datapad. Mikes words echoed through his mind as the datapoad was held in his hands. A quick slice could be heard as the blade is sheathed once again.

 

"Yes sir."

 

Joshua turns on his heels and storms backto his ship. All that effort and not even praise for his work. Sometimes it seemed being a bounty hunter was too much work for too little praise. But then again, he would become rich.

 

The engines of the DeathWing flare and the ship speds into hyperspace.

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  • 2 weeks later...

Mike stood up from the barstool which he borne his weight for the past hour. Things were winding down, and the thrill of battle had dulled, as he found it hard to find a challenge worthy of him. Throwing down a few credits to pay for his drinks, he walked casually to his ship, the Shadow Strike, boarding the sleek beauty and firing up the repulsorlifts. With a flick of a switch, he cut in the sublight engines as well, and punched the throttle, the ship blasting away from the little hole in the wall of a bar, and causing a devestating sonic boom, which would make glass shatter and ears pop.

 

Within moments, he had breached the atmosphere, and was heading for space. He was rich, he was famous, he was feared. But, above all, he was bored. The hum of the lightsaber, the screech of the vibroblade, the sound of blasterfire, none of this thrilled him the way it used to. He didn't need the money, he had more credits than he could spend in a hundred lifetimes, his main reason for staying in the hunt was the enjoyment he got from battle, but, that had gone, and there was little reason for him to continue in this proffession. With thoughts of a long, peaceful retirement in mind, Mike pulled the hyperspace lever, and as the swirling miasma of hyperspace took him, he went forth to parts unknown.

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The planet of Rattack was a planet that Joshua had come to like. The need to fight and stay strong was a necessity. If one chose not to fight, nor could they stay strong, death was a certain to fly by, and sweep them off their feet, forever.

 

The DeathWings engines ceased whining as the landing ramp lowered, allowing the armored form of Joshua Stykes to emerges from the belly of the craft. He had reverted to his true form and now gazed around the the arena. Blood soaked warriors and slaves watched as he entered the combat circle. The bounty hunter wanted to fight.

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Dozens of eyes, antennas, and telepathic minds, were focused on the new combatant who had entered the arena. All of them had seen the bloodshed that happened when one small as Joshua entered the arena to fight. It always ended in his death, and the weapons being distributed amongst the victors.

 

Joshua watched as the betting began. He could see that he was the underdog as far as the crowd was concerned, but he knew better. He had fought tougher combatants than they could muster here. He knew his strenghts, and their limits. And he knew the warriors of Rattack would not be able to contain him.

 

His nightvision eyes scanned the arena, checking for a combatant worthy of his skills. Then he saw the perfect specimen. A large Rattack warrior holding a spear in one hand a blaster rifle in the other. He bore the scars of many wars and battles, but yet he had survived. This was the warrior Joshua would take down.

 

The sweet sound of metal grazing metal rang through the air, turning heads toward Joshua. His vibroblade seemed to glow in the light of the blood-red world, attracting attention from even the most respected warriors.

 

"I challenge you."

 

The tip of his blade was aimed directly at the heart the warrior he intended to fight.His size made him the perfect target of Rattack warriors. He was small and a worthless warrior, but the more victories on their scorecard, the more they got paid.

 

Within seconds of the challenge, the aren was cleared except for Joshua and the warrior who had been identified as Rotunda. Rotunda had holstered his blaster rifle and the spear, point downward in the other. Joshua himself had sheathed his vibroblade and now stood defenseless, awaiting the warrior to charge.

 

The Clawdites tactics were more conventional in plan than most. He let his opponent attack first, thus giving him the advantage of knowing his opponents style, before letting on that he could adapt to it. Being an test subject, Joshua had learned to adapt to different settings and tests everyday, always adapting.

 

Then it happened, Rotunda attacked him with the speed of a nexu, the spear plunging toward Joshuas beating heart. Joshua could see this warriors style immediately, a quick kill is what he yearned for. A chance to end the battle before he could get injured for tired, both things that could give his opponenets a chance. But Joshua could adapt.

 

His feet were like lightning as he ducked and rolled to the right of Rotunda. As he rose to his feet, his eyes watched as the spear began to arc his way. The Clawdite bounty hunter fell to his back and propped his feet into the air, with perfect timing. Rotunda could only watch in amazement as Joshua wrapped his right knee around the spear, and pulled down. A snap could be heard as the hunter left foot smahed into the handle, seperating the dangerous half of the spear, from the handle.

 

If a camera could have caught Joshuas face, a smirk would be all they could see. His eyes glowed silver with the promise of a new victory to add to his new scorecard. A victory that would place him in the top tanks of the Rattack arena duels. But somethign unexpected happened.

 

Instead of dropping trhe broken spear and going for his rifle, like Joshua had intended, the brute raised the broken spear and plunged it deep into Joshuas leg. Wood splintered and broke off as the spear met bone in a painful connection.

 

Joshua screamed in pain as blood sprayed across his newly cleaned armor. Blood now covered the sand that was buried underneath Joshua, sand that had always contained blood.

 

But Joshua was not out of the fight yet. Through sheer force of will, he raied upon his legs and and stared down upon Rotunda. An evil glare passed between the two before Rotunda struck again. Except this time, the large humanoid struck with the energy of a blaster rifle, and the ferocity of an acklay.

 

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------In mere moments, the Rattack warrior no longer held a deadly smirk upon his face. Now he lay upon the blood soaked ground, dead. Blood oozed from froma wound in his neck, a wound that resulted from the spear lodged in its neck. In a few blows, Joshua had managed to pierce the warriors armor and shove the broken spear through a main artery. Now Joshua was the supreme warrior of the arena. But that was all he needed. Now he needed to leave this planet and make some money.

 

The blow to his leg still caused pain to rip his body to shreds. After the fight, the Clawedite had been able to tie a piece of cloth around it to try and stop the bleeding. But the wound still poured blood on the ramp of his ship. Sticks sat down upon the control chair and applied some bacta to his wound.

 

His engines lite up and within seconds, the DeathWing, was in hyperspace, heading toward parts unknown.

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Neo's ship exited out of hyperspace over the planet of Rattatak. It was barren, dry, dirty, and dusty. It was a perfect place for dueling, training, and whatever else Neo had in mind for the minute. He set the cruiser down near a lake, moving over to it a sitting down, taking off he robe and setting it down beside him. He now had on only his black sweats, and tanktop. He was ready to start a more vigorious training, that was if Sahv was ready.

 

"Take a seat, I would like to share a thought with you."

 

Neo waited.

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Sahv Yorr kept on his dark blue jumpsuit as he prepared for the events to come. He left his blaster in the ship.

 

Sahv exited the ship, setting foot the barren planet and joining Neo sitting near the only body of water in sight, though it was rather large. Upon sitting down on a rock, Sahv looked out across the lake, seeing to the shore on the other side.

 

"So, this is Rattatak..."

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He smirked at his padawan's comment. This sure was Rattatak, sure as ever.

 

"I have a few memories of past instances here... but that's a story for another day. Now, to the subject."

 

Neo used the Force to pull over two rocks, they floated in the air and came to halt and hit the ground with a slight thud.

 

"I want to tell you about the Force, and why it is so important to a Jedi, this will then help you continue your training, and start applying what I teach you to every day life, and maybe even tough situations."

 

Neo breathed, and waited to see what Sahv had to say before they started. He wanted him to ask questions, Neo was not a good soundoff person, so hopefully Sahv would help him.

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"I want to tell you about the Force, and why it is so important to a Jedi, this will then help you continue your training, and start applying what I teach you to every day life, and maybe even tough situations." Neo stated.

 

"Yes... questions. Uhh, there are so many."

 

Sahv thought for a brief moment.

 

"Why... where does the Force come from? I'm sure you were going to get to that eventually so... nevermind. And, why am I sensitive and others not? It seems there are so many mysteries to be explained..."

 

Sahv wondered why Neo's statement had ilicited in him such a zeal for knowledge all of a sudden.

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Neo took his time, it was a very hard question to discuss, really there was no answer, but there was something he could dwell on.

 

"Others could be, but don't believe, you understand, and were born with the Force as your aid. The Force acts in mysterious ways, I really don't have an idea why I was even chosen, really... that question is impossible to answer."

 

Neo sighed, he knew this wasn't as helpful, but it was all he had... he moved on to his previous question.

 

"The Force comes from your thoughts, and midi-chlorims inside your body, I have not heard of a way that they come around, but I do know that you and I have them. Ofcourse, the more you have, the more powerful you can become."

 

Again, a bad answer for a good question... Neo was 0 for 2. No matter, he would make it up.

 

"Sorry if that wasn't good enough, but really, I never answered, or had answers for those questions. I order an easy one."

 

Neo laughed, and waited for Sahv to respond.

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"We will, I am sorry I wasn't that big of a help, perhaps then we will get help from the Masters when we return. In other news, let's start."

 

Neo got up from the rock, levitating it in the air. With all his thoughts, he focused on the rock, a huge burst of energy exited from his finger tips. In a split second, the rock went flying a few football fields. The burst was huge, but not as powerful as Neo could've got it.

 

"Go, your turn."

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Sahv watched as Neo brought up the rock, levitating through the force as he'd seen him do other rocks and benches.

 

~It looks so easy.~

 

Soon Neo sent it flying through the air at seemingly light speed.

 

"Go, your turn." Neo said.

 

Sahv reached out to the rock sitting to his left. It was a bit smaller than the one Neo had thrown, but still very near in size. Sahv examined its outer shape, and penetrated its inner matrix of energy and matter. He slowly levitated it off the ground and to the level of his hand, which was by this time reaching out toward the rock. Sahv knew what to do, sort of.

 

He sent the rock flying, expanding on every ounce of Force-energy that he could muster. The rock flew about 15 feet before falling to the water, producing a mild splash. Sahv looked at the scene with a bit of dissapointment.

 

"Let me try again, Master."

 

Sahv took another nearby rock, lifting it in the same way as before. As before, as well, he focused on the rock with a stringent intensity, willing the rock to move with a speed and veracity that he'd seen Neo accomplish. Sahv was attempting to use sheer mental strength to move the rock. And as before, the rock flew, but only 10 feet before hitting the water.

 

Sahv, a bit dismayed, continued looking out at the ripples in the water, the evidence of his apparent failure. He didn't know why he had failed.

 

~There's no way one can send that rock flying like that... using only strength. There must be another factor.~

 

Sahv wanted to try again, but as he looked around there were no other rocks present. He looked out at the water again, seeing the ripples slowing. His eyes followed their movement to the focal point, and once again, Sahv reached out with the Force. This time, however, he did not seek to force the rock. He merely explored its limits, examining its possible movements. He reached out his hand and shut his eyes, cupping his fingers upward as he tried to raise the second rock from the water. It rose, slowly, dripping water as it cleared the lake's grip. Yorr could feel the rock under his command, but felt something different than he had before.

 

~Modesty... is essestial.~

 

The rock seemed to be communicating back to Sahv, not as a person with thoughts might, but as an inanimate object does as it becomes animated through the power of the Force. Sahv opened his eyes to see the rock securely in his grasp above where it had fallen into the lake a minute before. He propelled the rock forward, though not in the same direction as Neo had. In the blink of an eye the rock appeared next to Sahv, almost too fast to see. But Sahv saw through the force how he'd gained a valuable tool and insight.

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The rock beside Sahv lifted with Neo's aid. He used the Force to spin it while he was talking.

 

"The Force is difficult sometimes, you must learn it's in and outs. Now, if you want to defeat an opponent, you must learn to use it effectively, now, let me show you."

 

In a complete succession, Neo used the Force Burst to push the rock into the nearest tree. The tree, also with the aid of Neo's Force techniques, began to root up from the ground. Neo didn't exactly control the tree in air, but it's decent, he aimed it towards Sahv.

 

"Stop it, use the Force, and what I taught you... Hurry!"

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<> sorry I didn't return your invite earlier Neo. If you will still accept the character, I would like to apprentice.

 

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The Ti trasitioned smoothly into realspace. Su'lyn set the landing coordinates to those specified in the missive he had recieved.

 

"R3, keep the ship prepped for immediate takeoff. I honestly don't know if the transmission was even meant for me or even if this knight will find me acceptable. We may be heading back to Coruscant almost immediately. I will let you know should the situation change."

 

Landing the ship was far less challenging than at the jedi temple. The repairs made on Coruscant had actually improved the ship's handling a little bit. He wandering if he would be adding a slam system to his ship would happen anytime soon. All his research indicated that being a padawan mean living the experience. In his mind he would be staring his basic training all over again. He shuddered. Jedi surely would not be the same as the DI whose sole job at the time seemed to have consisted of making his life as miserable as possible.

 

From his ship he took nothing, save his holdout blaster, the old lightsaber, and the holocron that had set him on this path and sat down to wait for the knight to let him know what his fate was to be. He assumed a resting stance from his temple days, and proceeded to begin a series of mental exercises to clear the mind.

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As Sahv's tree began to fall on him, Neo noticed the ship touch down, he could feel the Force signature of another padawan. He sighed, here we go again. Moving away from Sahv, he moved closer to the character, he briefly read his mind, using the Force.

 

"Dashel, eh?"

 

Neo took particuler intrest in the name, as he moved closer to the man.

 

"Neo."

 

He looked around and pointed to his apprentice...

 

"We were just going over simple Force techniques, if you wish, I could teach you, or you could go help out my other apprentice with the tree..."

 

Neo waited.

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Not knowing how else to reply to his new master, Dashel fell back on his training. He came to attention, saluted his master, and handed over the bag containing the old lightsaber and holocron. Once his new master had taken the item, he quietly went over next to the indicated apprentice, appraised the situation and hoped he understood what it was the fellow was doing. Dashel, not knowing exactly what he was doing, closed his eyes and settled into that place where he had experienced the force before. To his suprise, he found it quickly. Somehow, he knew it would not always be this easy and he had a moment to briefly wonder how he could improve his connection.

 

The brief moment passed and Dashel was overwhelmed by the strength and speed of his connection, and found himself being prompted to let the force flow through him and into the hands of his fellow apprentice. He was swept along the in tide and once again he began to see the images of his homeworld. This time, however the flow was to quick for him to remember more than a few scattered fragments. When he quit struggling to remember and settled back, his awareness of the force increased, and he felt the additional surge in the stream he was providing to his fellow apprentice.

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Sahv looked at the tree hurling toward him, and knew that the combined energies of both he and the man who'd just arrived would be able to control it. Together, they linked and in a feat of amazing force ability sent the tree flying away at least 100 feet. The tree, with the rock still embeded, landed on the sandy beach of the lake, creating a long trail in the sand.

 

"Dashel, nice to meet you. My name's Sahv Yorr."

 

The Two men shook hands.

 

"Neo and I are undergoing training. I'm glad to have you join in our studies."

 

"Master Neo..." Sahv continued. "I believe I have learned a great deal about controlling objects through the Force, and hope that my progress will continue to increase with time."

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"A great deal, and a great deal more to come... but let's go onto something else before we resume these parts, right men..." Nearly a hundred Neo's began to form around the one central being of the real Neo.

 

"So, what do you say?" His voice echoed like a chorus, even though it was one.

 

"I am tapping your minds, aren't I, stop your thoughts, cut me off from remaining to control your ideas, your thoughts."

 

As Neo said this, the two apprentice's fears became real, everything that once scared them appeared in front of them.

 

Neo, as a tradition did this to every apprentice, and found it harder for them to focus with the more interation, but he wandered if he would add fear if they would quicken, or slow, and began to go crazy. Soon, time would tell, now, he just wanted his apprentices to stop letting him control their minds, by any means possible.

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Dashel is a Triani, think of a gray and white Cathar, of slightly smaller build with a matriarchal society and a prehensile tale. Never let someone else build your character for you.

 

Dashel studied the human in front of him. He felt an odd tendril of awareness of the other's presence, a residual result of the link they had just been a part of. As a result, Dashel knew the man in front of him had meant no insult. Not that it mattered after today events. He was determined to be Jedi.

 

As a result, Dashel was quite aware of his fellow padawan's fears when the master struck. He felt the intrusion of his master's mind and felt it feeding on the fears which even now battered at his awareness of the force. The connection flickered, then held, and in doing so reassured Dashel that it would always be there. He smiled for in that awareness and in it found an a way to remove his master's probe.

 

Dashel created a barrier to deflect his master's probe and concentrated on keeping it away from his mind. Straining, he reached out to the force, seeking to touch all the minds he could find. He gathered their surface thoughts to his, and created a false image of those thoughs in his own mind in place of the fears his master was feeding on.

 

Then he confronted his fears. From the place of serentity that he reached while under the constant bombardment, he acknowleged that he had given them power by letting them exert too much control over his life. Fear was good, for it provided neccessary warnings in times of danger but unwittingly he had somehow lost the battle to keep them in place. he confronted this knowledge, learned from it, and won, yet knowing that fear would always be there, waiting, lurking to strike at him.

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