Ossus

[Jax Trevelian]

TY-K0 was a battered old nanny droid, whose formerly silver plated exterior was scuffed and dinged with age and the wear and tear of bringing up rambunctious twins. It was in need of an oil bath and polish, and it had gone years without a memory wipe. As such, she had developed a strong personality. She doted on the twins like an old granny, crotchety but lovable, and Alana especially had figured out how to manipulate her when it suited them.

 

So when the three children breezed into the Trevelian’s quarters ten minutes later, TY-K0’s response was predictable. “Why are you two home so early from your classes? And who is this?”

 

“This is our friend Tirzah, Tyko,” Jax explained. “And we’re not early. No classes today, remember?”

 

The droid harrumphed. “I suppose you’re hungry for some lunch, then?”

 

Jax nodded enthusiastically. They had eaten breakfast not too long ago, but he was already hungry again. “Can I have a sammich?”

 

The droid headed slowly over to the food prep unit and began making three meat-and-cheese sandwiches, cutting the crusts off and slicing them into diagonal triangles. While she was making them, Alana winked at Tirzah, then began to ply her unique skill.

 

“Tyko, after we eat, we’re going to need to pack to leave. Mom called us. She wants to meet us on Lehon.”

 

Tyko paused in the middle of cutting up some carrots into sticks. “I saw no message come through the communications system.”

 

“Oh, it came through the Temple system,” Alana replied smoothly. “Master Gra’li played it for me.”

 

“I’ll have to check with him to verify that,” Tyko replied, “but if so, we’d best leave soon. Don’t want to keep your mother waiting.”

 

“I deleted the message,” Alana said. “Accident. Sorry. And Tirzah is going to come with us. Her mom is on the Jedi Council, and wants to see her on Lehon too.”

 

“These Jedi, always on the move. Why should we have to come to them? Can’t they come see their own children?” Tyko was muttered, mostly to herself, though her words were audible to the children.

 

“Mom’ll be really mad if we don’t come,” Alana commented in an off-hand way.

 

Tyko’s eyes gleamed a bit brighter. “Yes, yes, you’re right. We’ll leave once you’re done eating.” She placed three plates on the table. “Wash your hands first, then come eat your lunch. And you have to eat all of the carrot sticks if you want a cookie.”

[Jax Trevelian]

((Actions posted with permission))

 

After their lunch--including cookies--the twins, Tirzah, and Tyko packed their things and headed to the hangar. Tyko wasn't an astromech, but she had arranged for one to meet them that would supplement her flying skills. She logged all the proper information with the Temple flight control, then the two droids and three humans climbed aboard an old shuttle.

 

Minutes later, they were on their way to Lehon.

[JJK]

Joelle awoke to the slight jolt of the transport coming out of hyperspace. For a moment, she was disoriented. Classes start soon. Why am I traveling now? she thought in the moments before opening her eyes. Her first, blurred, view was of Tyue at the feet of Master Roene. Oh, that's right! I'm a Jedi padawan now. That's probably going to mean a lot more frequent travel than just semester breaks have allowed.

 

As she shook off her grogginess, she noticed a small ripple in her Master's normally peaceful presence. Not wanting to disturb him, but giving in to her concerned nature, she attempted to control what she now knew was a part of her connection to the Force and gently probe the outermost layer of his presence. Through what she knew was a far more clumsy effort than she had hoped, she managed to determine that he was dealing with something that had brought him great sadness. Unfortunately, she was certain he must have felt the brush of her mind. Given that, she took the opportunity try to send him a mental message, hoping it wouldn't come through to him as a shout: Master, I have felt your sadness. I am sorry to have intruded and will leave you to work out your emotions. Please, though, let me know if there is any way I can help you. Her message relayed to the best of her abilities, Joelle turned her attention out the viewport to the world toward which they were rapidly descending.

 

Ossus - home to the Great Jedi Library. How Joelle had always dreamed of the chance to visit that amazing repository of knowledge! Of course, she knew that wasn't possible. After all, it was destroyed all those millennia ago by the supernova caused by the Sith. That was still a piece of history that got under Joelle's skin! Oh, sure, it was true that the Jedi at the time had saved as much of the information as they could manage and that could be found in the Archives in the new Jedi Temple. But so much was lost!

 

Well, hopefully I'll at least have the chance to visit the modern Archives at some point. The thought was a small consolation. It was followed by one that was just a bit better, Perhaps, someday, I might be able to manage them! I'm sure the Jedi must have librarians staffing the collection. Or, maybe I could even find a way to contribute to the current store! These ideas brightened Joelle's mood, compensating for her frustration over the historical destruction, though her concern for her master remained.

[Roene Givrah]

A whisper probed Roene’s vague malaise. It wasn’t very easy to make out, but it sounded almost like Joelle’s voice echoing in his mind.

 

Master, I have felt your sadness. I am sorry to have intruded and will leave you to work out your emotions. Please, though, let me know if there is any way I can help you.

 

Roene smiled a little, noting his Padawan's curiosity and her successful attempt at a somewhat difficult technique. The Cerean nodded with genial courtesy to her and led the trio down a long road toward where his departed friend said the temple would be. They made small stops along the way to pick up snacks for Tyue and food if either of them needed it. Then, with little to no preamble, they hurried to the temple. Something felt off. It didn't seem right that he was summoned to the temple when the Grandmaster was gone, but Roene could sense something drawing him here. Even with his friend gone, the force called him here for a reason. They would know soon enough.

 

When they were a stone’s throw away from the main entrance to the Ossus Jedi Temple, Roene stopped at a bench outside the grand staircase and sat down to meditate. He patted the bench next to him, indicating Joelle to mimic him. When she’d sat down or settled in whatever way she chose, Roene sighed and closed his eyes. With little accent or emotion, Roene simply said…

 

“Grandmaster Kirlocca has passed. He is one with the force now…”

 

It was a small sentence, and not one easily said. But, Roene felt he needed to explain the shift in his emotions, even if the shift was a slight one.

[Roene Givrah]

Just as the Cerean's foot hit the first stone step leading to the Ossus temple, a chime sounded in his pocket. The middle aged Knight palmed his small comm device and looked at it, quizzically. And yet, when the message ended, his quizzical expression solidified into one of confidence and remorse. The mercurial future that awaited their presence on Ossus was made concrete with the missive he'd received. Without speaking, Roene changed direction and led Tyue behind him, prompting Joelle to follow.

 

"It seems our path leads elsewhere. Apologies for the hasty departure. We will return to Ossus later so you can see the library." Roene reported as his feet carried him back toward the star port. There wouldn't be another shuttle for a little bit, and finding public transport to Kashyyyk would be a nightmare. But, Roene would be there for his friend.

 

Traditionally, the Jedi did not celebrate nor mourn death, because to them, death was not a tragic end. Someone's soul moved on to the force and became one with the spirit of creation. But, funerals and wakes were a tradition for the living as much as they were for the dead. They were a way to say goodbye to loved ones and join with others to celebrate the lives of those that passed. They were a joyous occasion as much as they were a sad one. Yes, lasting sadness would linger, but commiseration was a boon to hard hearts that had trouble coping with the loss.

 

The morning wind was on his side and lifted the loose fabric of his robe as he strode into the Starport and made his way to Kashyyyk with Joelle and his pup in tow.

[The Jedi Order]

Jedi Knight Kirath Vanton oversaw the beginnings of a construction of a Golan II platform in geosynchronous orbit over the Jedi Temple of Ossus. Intended as a first defense against agressive actions that may target the temples vulnerable apprentices or the temple itself. It's four squadrons of defensive starfighters and 2000 odd personnel would ensure that any invading force would target the Golan and it's garrison before attempting to invade the ground.

 

GOLAN II TO BE COMPLETED 10/13/2017

 

AP cost 2

[Tobias Vos]

Relief craft descended upon the Ossus Jedi Facility- broadcasting the proper clearance codes- and adhering to all Space Traffic Control directions. The small support craft fleet unloaded the wounded- and then as they were a merchant fleet- left, they were just responding to the distress signal that was small and weak, they didn't even know that these crewers were Jedi Staff.

 

Forty people were transported to the medical wing- with a dozen going to the Bacta Tanks. The pre-warning message was transmitted by Jedi Master Tobias Vos, and he had requested to be kept in the loop about those that were injured. Engineers- and other support staff from an unknown origin.

[The Jedi Order]

The refugees are welcomed and given full treatment, however, on orders of Jedi Master Brace Ilikrit, they were to be kept in quarantine until they could confirm where they came from, as was standard procedure. Jedi never turned away those seeking asylum and help, but they also weren't stupid, and refusing to say where they had come from was enough to make even the lowest padawan suspicious.

 

A return message was sent to Master Vos, asking for any clarification he could provide, since he had seemed to know about their arrival and had wanted to be kept up to date, as well as informing him that all were currently on the mend.

[Tobias Vos]

While the crew wasn't Jedi- they were versed in how to block the probing of Jedi. After their wounds were treated- it was a time of resting and relaxing, but since their contracts were written off- they were not going to get paid. And when you have people in it for the money, they grow frustrated at being kidnapped and held hostage- and not collecting any sort of compensation. A few tried to even send their own messages off world- asking for any sort of government involvement. Overtime their cooperation would be tested- and they would grow more anxious to break out of quarantine when nothing was wrong with them. Save for the ones in the bacta tanks, they were still blissfully unaware of their surroundings.

 

In time, Vos would reply with "Further clarification is unavailable at this time. Crewers have done nothing wrong and are no longer on the Jedi Payroll, release them- or start to pay them to play nicely."

[The Jedi Order]

Master Vos' return message threw Master Ilikrit into confusion. "They're Jedi employees?" he said, startled, as the message was played to him. "Well why didn't they just say so? Why all this cloak and dagger stuff?"

 

Deeply confused, he nevertheless cleared them to immediately be free from quarantine. He had no reason to doubt Master Vos' orders. As they came out of quarantine, each would find that they had received standard treatment for Jedi employees who had to be laid off: an additional three months' salary and the guarantee of an honest recommendation for any future employers.

[Tobias Vos]

"Paranoia doesn't suit you, Jedi Master." was all Vos had replied with.

 

Then as the crewers were released- several conversations about new jobs could be heard and how naive the Jedi were- giving them three months pay and 'a letter of recommendation.'

 

"You know what I did for a week straight?" the man was obviously a mechanic, and red in his face with his roaring laughter. "A week straight- I punched in and ran maintenance reports- a brand new outpost and its completely fried...force-sensitive nerfs. Now they pay me three months in advance?! Suppose I got a scar out of it- but three months? Talk about a small fortune. I hear that ship building is picking up- shame the Jedi can't keep their fleet up and running while everyone else is building ships..."

 

His voice trailed off as that particular crew made its way to the spaceport. Several other remarks were made- all along the same lines about how ludicrous it was to get three months of pay and all were similarly mocking the letter of recommendation. Several vowed to never work for the Jedi again.

[The Jedi Order]

With the Golan II completed, construction begins on a planetary ion cannon (AP 2).

 

To be completed 10/27/17

[Supernoob64]

The assault fighter, Hunter as it came to be known arrived as Ossus. A seemingly peaceful planet in the eyes of Correx, as to be expected however. The centre of jedi.

 

Correx steered his ship through the atmosphere and onto a landing pad on ground with the permission of the mainframe.

I made it.

Three words that danced in his head.

 

Before he jumped out of his fighter he brushed himself off, making himself presentable. Shorts and a sling probably wasn’t going to be considered presentable but it’s all he has. He deactivated the air lock and the front hatch opened up. Fresh air filled the ship instead of the stale recycled air. A good enough welcome party for him. He climbed out the hull and dropped to the ground.

[Sandy Sarna]

Jedi Knight Haley Nekkia walked towards the landing fields at a jog, she was a member of the welcoming and sorting division of the Jedi Temple, And had been appointed to bring each new comer of adult age into the hopeful section of the temple. She was a Lorrdian from Lorrd, red haired and lithe, a centimeter above one point five meters and a month over twenty five. Her hair mostly covered by a band of cloth that kept the sweat from the morning run out of her eyes, she jogged up to the Hunter, and waved jovially to Correx before speaking, slightly out of breath.

 

“Hello and welcome to the Ossus Jedi Temple! I assume you are here to take part in the life of a Jedi? If so you can follow me to where I will conduct your entrance tests, if not please state your business with the temple.” She indicated the long dirt path up to the entrance with a sweep of her blue roped arms and bowed. "I am Jedi Knight Heley Nekkia, at your service!"

[Supernoob64]

Remembering his all to new manners he replied, “Thank you Helen Nekka. My name is Correx Lilu and yes I have come to commit myself to the order.”

 

He made sure his knifes were in their sheaths before walking along the dirt road. Expecting to be escorted by Helen.

[Sandy Sarna]

((Lets see some character development, expand on what you are thinking in your posts, describe the environment as well))

 

Hayley let a laugh pass her lips and grinned, it had been a week since a newcomer had arrived at Ossus and she was happy to show him his way on his path. She thought for a moment and then said.

 

“My name is Haley, and your knives will have to be turned in to the door guard if that is ok with you. No weapons may pass our doors until you are an apprentice.”

 

She paused at the doorway and indicated where he could stow his knives and when he had done so walked with him to a large chamber with many seats, most of them empty. Closing her glacial blue eyes, Hayley summoned the force and walked to the center of the room.

 

“Tell me Correx, how did you first encounter the force, tell me everything and in as deep of explanation as you can.”

 

Hayley herself thought back to the days of her youth on Lorrd where her first encounter had been with imperial troops in an invasion of her homeworld. She shivered a bit, recalling the rain that had swept the platform as the troopers had gunned down her family, her friends, her brother. Even two decades later she could feel that righteous anger bubble up for a second before she dispelled it. Those crimson bolts, the smell of ozone and burned flesh. Her anger as she lashed out with anything she could muster, throwing that execution squad off the landing platform, where they clattered like tin soldiers on the ground a hundred stories below. Their lives snuffed out like candles in a gale. She was still healing from that day, and though the masters wished she would, she did not feel guilty for it. Evil could not triumph, and she had been saved from a life of it by the Jedi. Perhaps this man’s story was similar.

[Supernoob64]

Correx didn’t see the humor but he didn’t press for it. Well until she said her real name. His ears slightly flattened in annoyance, not understanding why she did such a thing once again however, he did not question why even knowing that he would never know the answer like most questions in life. He learnt to live with that which put a of humility in him.

 

Along the road he learnt what he could. About the culture and environment. He thought it would have more green. Even though plants, grass and trees are scattered in groups across the horizon but it seemed dry. Maybe he is just used to Cathar where the whole planet was basically a jungle but he still expected a bit more life on a planet where he sees the Jedi as preserving life. Probably the planet had been to war and that war layed waste across the surface. He did not ask Hayley. Another time.

 

Approaching the Jedi temple, Correx concluded that it did seem as a very old structure. Its general shape is a pyramid, something he would have to get used to. Hayley indicated him to leave his knifes at the front which he did without question. Then she showed him to a large chamber filled with seats. Being in the temple made him a little uncomfortable like many places. Urbanisation isn’t particularly his favourite environment. He missed the twisted trees of Cathar where the homes are built into. Once again he would have to get used to it. He very well may be living here.

He watched Hayley walked towards the middle of the room as she asked a question.

 

“Well I guess, when I was little I always like most of my kind we dreamed of having the ‘power’ of the force. But unlike most I had been gifted however, at the time I have disregarded it. Until I was 19 years of age. It was during a blood hunt, celebrating Sylvar a Jedi a while back. My group or streak if you will travelled to a nest of kiltik. Because it was close to the ground my streak decided to ambush them from above. Like always I felt the adrenaline run through me just before we attacked. Because in past years we had been so successful in eradicating he has not planned throughly. Which resulted us being surrounded. It was only ten minuets into the brawl when we knew defeat was unavoidable so we tried to run but we couldn’t. They were everywhere. By this time only me and three others were still alive. There were fifty of us. Shame and anger built up in me. My natural instincts were to flee as fast as I could but there was no where to go. Those emotions built and built until I heard it in my head. It said to me ‘crush them’. Instinctively I pointed my palm at a 30 meters tall kiltik. An energy traveled through my body and I lashed it out to the giant bug and it went flying. A new kind of anger grow in me. It grow absolute hatred to the kiltik and I enjoyed slaughtering them with a newfound strength that awakened in me. After that when I went back home it became clear to me that my dream came true. I actually am a force sensative. From there I decided I will dedicate myself to discover it.”

[Sandy Sarna]

((Well done man, let's work on some basic force stuff))

 

Hayley nodded solemnly as she listened to the Cathar’s tale. Thinking of her own path that had brought her here alongside so many others. The anger was the hardest thing to let go of. She cocked her head to the side, her eyes staring into his.

 

“So your anger is what brought you this far, the rage and rush of death, that is not the Jedi way, would you be willing to reject that past and embrace a life apart from such rage and feelings?”

 

This was a crucial moment in a Jedi hopeful’s career, and was not something to be taken lightly. She sat down in front of him, her legs crossed below her and indicated that he should do the same. Reaching out she took his furry hand in hers and let her eyelids drop closed.

 

“Meditate with me on this, look into that anger and reject it. Feel the force around you in life and learning, it is a soft voice calling for you, heed its voice and flow. Do not turn to the easier path which is also before you, for that is the path of darkness from which most do not return, reach out and touch the force.”

 

((So the idea here is that you can meditate on your past, and describe what affects your character’s rage, reject it, and then move on to feeling the force around you, describe what it feels like, how it speaks to you. Then begin the process of touching the force. You are doing great!))

[Supernoob64]

Correx sat down infront of Hayley, thinking about the question. Anger is that one emotion that gave him strength. He lightly squeezed Haley’s hand before closing his eyes and taking a deep breathe. And exhaled. After he had his breathing under control to the point he doesn’t have to think about it.

Let’s start at the beginning.

 

Correx pushed his mind to the very first memory he had of anger. It was when he was 5 year old and between another cathar they were fighting over a stick. Such a petty thing now only made him laugh. But he was looking for the reason why he got so angry over it. Self interest seemed to be the obvious answer there. Correx recalled another memory year later when he had matured. A time when he could claim his own tree. Another fight with a cathar over an object. Self interest. Months later he remembers a time when he killed another cathar for a mate. Shame, guilt and anger built up in Correx. He didn’t get caught but the scar stayed. Memory after memory passed through him until he reached the blood hunt. The hatred and anger he had towards the kiltik and he realised himself. How he had gotten himself into the the situation. If he did survive the encounter he wouldn’t be able to survive the shame. He would rather die.

He replied the scene over and over again. He lashed out at the giant kiltik. Channeled the force through his arm and sent the bug flying. It gave him so much satisfaction and then killing the rest of them with nothing but two knifes and claw.

That’s it. I put myself higher than everyone else. I find it shameful not to be the best.

Most of his memories good and bad came to that conclusion and upon finding the answer His rage immediately vanished. Letting go of his self pride left him quiet. Into a calm state. Almost peaceful. He forced himself to relax more to the point that random thoughts did not race through his head. To be still. Gradually a foreign feeling seeped into his mind. Starting off very queit. It moved slowly. It put him into a peaceful trance. It enveloped him and made connection to everything around him but still seperate. To him it felt like an individual touching his mind. It started speaking to him but not with words but through... Almost like emotions and feelings but far from it. It’s calls him and he understands it. He feels it around and through him. A piercing but carefull energy that revolves around everything.

[Sandy Sarna]

Haley concentrated on Correx’s mind as he followed his journey with the force, his ups and downs, his anger, all there to be read. Though she barely knew him, she was proud of him for the encounter with the Kiltik and even prouder for his determination to face down the shackles of pride that were so common in his culture. She nodded to him and placed her finger on a small pebble next to her boot, ensuring that he saw the pebble she reached out and brought it to float between them using the power of the force.

 

“Touching and even lashing out with the force is the initial step on your path as a jedi, and your confrontation with your past is a path that you will walk for many years, now reach out with the peacefulness, touch it. Feel it surround you, binding you to the earth you sit upon, the connection between myself and this pebble. The force is a subtle thing and rejoices in its use as a tool of the light. But to use such a power in anger is a terrible thing, and something that we do not do lightly in the Jedi. Though you are older than many apprentices you must learn that it will take you a very long time to grasp the force and use it, even longer for you to be ready to use it as a weapon of war. For now…”

 

She let the pebble drop to the tiles, where it clattered loudly in the empty chamber,

 

“Reach out with your mind, touch this stone, feel it, feel the bonds within it, then lift.”

 

((This is of course an 'easy force power for a Jedi knight, but should be something that your character can struggle over and even fail at. Go through his emotions with such a failure in light of his past. Visualize everything you do to life the pebble, describing it as much as you are comfortable with))

[Supernoob64]

Correx stared at the pebble while he listened to her.

 

She made it look so easy.

 

He doesn’t even know where to begin. What the hell does reaching out with you mind mean? He didn’t do that while he fought the kiltik as far as hes concerned. He closed his eye again to help him visualise what he is doing. He calmed himself again into a trance, listening to the still small constant wisper. Feeling it all around him. It is quiet literally everywhere and he hadn’t realised it. He felt the pebble infront of him even though he can’t see it. Keeping himself focused as if he was hunting, visualising everything in his head he mentally reached out towards the pebble almost physically doing it. Imagining himself grabbing and lifting the pebble up however he knew it did not move. Again he tried but more intensely, lifting it up and holding it. Again it remained stubborn on the ground. Growing a little annoyed he tried again but resulted the same. Fourth attempt and it still didn’t move. Without realising it he grew angry and he lashed out at it feeling a connection between himself and the rock. It moved across the floor.

 

Correx opened his eyes and breathed heavily knowing that he did the complete opisite of what he was meant to do. Failing the task he looked down a bit ashamed.

[Sandy Sarna]

Haley was unfazed. She reached out with the force and brought the pebble again to rest between them. She looked him in the eyes and slowly nodded her head.

 

“You may think I am disappointed but that is not so, it would be unnatural for you to be not angry at failing at such a meaningless task. The real path is to accept that anger as it comes and dismiss it, do not use the force in anger for that is a manipulation and can easily turn you closer to the dark than you imagined. Let's practise reaching out again, close your eyes.”

 

Hayley let hers flutter closed again and she reached out with the force, expanding her presence to fill the room around the two of them. “Imagine your own presence like a bubble that surrounds you, feel the force flow within that bubble and when you are ready we can begin to expand it beyond your physical reach.”

 

((Doing great man keep it up))

[The Jedi Order]

Having completed the planetary ion cannon, work crews took a few days off, confident that the temple here was protected adequately.

[Supernoob64]

Sucking it up had always been hard for Correx like most cathar but it was harder for him as he isn’t used to losing. He closed his eyes and relaxed. Like last time he slowed his mind and felt the presence of the force. Gradually he became accustomed to it again then moved out towards it. Like a tendril of his mind extanded towards the rock. He imnaged himself picking the rock up. It didn’t move. He tried again but concentrated more, keeping out all the random thoughts from his mind. He reached out, and felt what it seemed to be another presence to him. On another level of peace as he felt he took hold of it and moved it. The pebble wobbled and gradually lifted. It was at head height where he held there for a fews seconds before losing concentration and the pebbled fell down.

 

Correx opened one eye hoping that he would get approval.

[Sandy Sarna]

The force was like a breath of fresh air, and everyone who touched i added to the breath until it became a wind. It wa always refreshing to see another join the gale.

 

“Well done, now take that tendril of the force that you used to move the pebble and lift that chair over there.” She pointed to a distant ironwood chair that had been used by many masters through the ages to instruct children, and its armrests showed the wear of the ages. “Remember that though you may be intimidated by its size, size matters not. The force surrounds everything and can be used to move objects no matter the size.” She let out a quick laugh, “Though it takes significant strength to channel the force to move something bigger than a starfighter. Remember that your body is the channel for the force, use it as a conduit, and if you abuse the force or your body that conduit may be damaged.”

 

((Now this should be another struggle, but it should be easier than the first time, have your character cast away the frustrations of failure and grow))

[Supernoob64]

This should be easy now that I have the hang of it. Correx thought to himself. If Hayley words were true about size not mattering than he can see no problem why he shouldn’t be able to lift a chair. However he just can’t drop the chair especially if it is that old which put pressure on him.

 

First he concentrated on feeling the presence of the force. Letting flow around and through him almost in acceptance of it. Similar to what he had done to the pebble he expanded his mind, releasing another connection between himself and the chair through the force. He felt it but before he attempted to move it he took a moment to make sure that hurt, anger and fustratraion wouldn’t interfere even if he did fail lifting it. He kept himself calm and relaxed. He pushed for the force and moved to left the chair up. At first it did move but he persisted until it slowly lifted off the ground and held it in midair. Learning from his last mistake instead of dropping it he held it up before slowly putting it back down.

 

He opened his eyes feeling a sense of accomplishment but not enough restraint to even move a muscle in that emotion.

[Sandy Sarna]

“Well done!” Haley exclaimed, somewhat surprised by the new hopeful. “You are very strong, but before we go further, I must know more about you. Tell me about yourself, your trials, your family, what makes you a man, what makes you who you are. After that we can begin a bit of combat sparring.”

 

((Type in as much detail your past, like you would tell a real human about yourself. Then also show the characters thoughts and struggles with his own past. Describe with detail if you can. You are doing great with the force, I want to see some development of your character as well. That is a long process, so just start it. ))

[Tobias Vos]

Hyperspace was always boring, no matter what. It is true that a person or group would find some thrill shooting planet to planet light years away from each other in just a few hours or days, but after awhile- it got tedious. Sure, you could be jumping into a battle, or going to some big event, or even to see family. In the routine of life, it does get a little tedious after awhile and for Vos- spending that much time planet to planet was somewhat of a waste. There was meditating, drawing, and... that was it. Other than trying to avoid the PIT droids. When you've been doing nothing but travel for the last few months, even meditation was starting to wane on Tobias. Unlocking old memories- both his own and with objects he had collected over the same journey of planet to planet.

 

He was grateful that they pulled into Ossus air space without any issues. Further grateful that both the YT and Kirlocca's ship had made it. The other ship was up for grabs by any Jedi, or anyone, to use once again. Albeit, a decision for someone else other than Vos himself. For the moment it was being piloted remotely by one of the Droids. Vos secretly hoped that whichever one was in charge of that craft actually landed it, instead of crashing it.

 

The green eyes of the Kiffar scanned the orb below them as it approached them. The droids chattered but that was in the background to Tobias. He was more focused on the ripples in the Force he felt. The connection he had made over the last year was different in every way the Jedi knew. Being open minded helped, but walking the path was different. There was the yellow phase- a way he could feel Sandy, Tut, Cha'lar. Then there was the blue lense, and of course: there was Tom. So on and so forth down the line he could go. He was more focused on what the planet was going trough right now. There was a dust cloud to the south of the main city, where the Jedi were located. As data filtered through the ships screens, Vos tried to figure out if he’s seen a storm this big before.

 

Shaking his head after a conclusion, he let it be that he had never and sat to regard it. Most of the landing woccured while he was spaced out. It wasn’t until the boarding ramp hissed to a stop that he snapped out of it. Biting his left thumbnail, he got up without a word and made his way to his quarters. There he gathered the trinkets from his cabin and walked out with Adenna. He kissed her on the cheek as she drifted off to tend to her own errands. Her dark robes, the way her hair spun and caught the breeze as she started away, her glance over her shoulder as their hands drifted apart. He was foolish, he was so ga-ga over her. Tobias just stood in place, watching her walk away and her butt. It was such a typical guy thing and still found that he couldn’t look away. It wasn’t a bad view, not in the slightest.

 

He shook his head as the thoughts came back to the surface of his mind. Spinning on his heel, Tobais made his way back into the temple. Retracing his steps from the last time he was here he found he room he and Kirlocca spoke in. His stride only broke for a second and then made sure his gloves were on as he tried to hurry through the room.

 

Wearing trousers, a long sleeve workout shirt and a vest that looked as though it were more made for holstering blasters; he was an odd sight. He let the gazes wash over him. Behind his tint glasses he kept walking towards the part of the temple that masters were gathered in, whenever there were Masters here.

 

There were more people here than last visit, but finding quarters wasn’t hard. Entering the room, there was a small table as well as a bed, food prep area, refresher, and a balcony. Getting a drink that was blue with golden swirls Vos popped the cork and poured himself a glass. It was sweet with a soothing feel at the back of the throat that wasn’t too sugary nor overly burning. He took a second sip as he passed through the balcony window door and took in the air of Ossus. Placing his three datapads on the table, he put a fourth at the top and let the blue screen flood with text. A minute after that all the data loads turned on and started to cycle with updates. One did have to upgrade to the latest security the Jedi Slocers came up with. Upgrades usually took a local network planetside to download it, so he took three more sips as the text continues on the screens. The wind was blowing south, so that was a good sign that the storm was heading south: Nothing to worry about. With that, he let the moment be, enjoying where he was.

[Raven Nasra]

A message came in for the two Jedi Knights Adenna and Tobias, from the Imperial Mission on Nar Shaddaa. Representing the new academy there.

 

"Master Jedi, I know that this may seem obtuse, or destructive to your current missions but the Empress of the Imperial Remnant has requested that we reach out to the two of you in order to invite you to join our order. We know your history, we know your love for vanquishing darkness, and we have seen the profit of your work in your young apprentice Sarna at Whitehelm. If you do not wish to join the order we would still highly benefit from your advice, please consider it and may the force be with you. Always."

 

 

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Born to stand against darkness

[Tobias Vos]

A sly grin crossed his lips as he read the message from the Remnant. ‘The Empress’... both good and bad signs. It was one of the other, not both. The good was that she now held power and title that her subjects would follow. The bad, potentially,was maybe the power went to her head. Probably the former. Vos typed a request to Adenna, and a different message off to the Grandmaster.

 

Characteristically the messages were short, sweet, to the point, and a dash of humor was mixed in. He didn’t reply to Raven right away. Best to see what Adenna wanted to do. If the Imps knew his history, he hoped they would know his favorite meal. That’d be the sure way to win him over in a meeting. Food and drinks, typical male. He chuckled at his own joke, then sipped his drink again.