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Post by Zed Bakiska on Sept 21, 2018 13:51:16 GMT -8
Jensaarai Temple 2: Electric Boogaloo- Principal Authors: (list) Zed
- Who can post on this thread: (list) Zed, Any Jensaarai that want too
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Location: Ruined Jensaarai TempleTimeframe: During the Third Galactic Civil War(Abstract or Summary of Work)After years of wandering around Zed returns to the Temple of the Jensaarai in order to complete his trials and become the Saarai-Karr.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Sept 21, 2018 14:22:26 GMT -8
Emerging from the edge of the Nuunheni forest Zed looked around the clearing, it was smaller than he remembered with the trees encroaching on the temple more and more every year. Instead of following the path from the nearby city Zed had landed near where he had first met members of the Jensaarai and retraced his steps as they first found the temple. A creek flowed beside him that originated from a small pond further up, walking beside it he listened to the forest as it breathed around him. Opening himself to the Force he could feel the Force flowing around him, the life in the pond and river. The trees and all the animals near him. Walking further upstream the waters darkened and so too did his mood. The closer he got to the Temple the more the darkness encroached into his mind, he could taste it like a bitter taste in his mouth.
Nearly a decade prior what had once been a thriving temple with a Force Order numbering in the dozens. People both old and young could be seen walking around the temple. Some training to become a Jensaarai, others discussing whatever may have been important at the time. Once the temple had been rebuilt there was always someone walking up the Entrance of One Thousand Steps training by carrying water up to fill the empty fountain on the top.
Now those steps where damaged or missing entirely. The Mandalorian assault on the Temple had not only destroyed the Jensaarai but their home too. Moss and grass grew up the side of the pyramid. Scattered around the grounds and on the Temple itself were the remains of the Jensaarai who had died defending the temple covered in brush and only slightly exposed. Later he would need to ensure these brave people could rest beside their brothers and sister. Maybe he could find clues if any of his brothers or sisters had survived the battle.
Pausing at the bottom of the pyramid Zed pushed in a slanted wooden door of a small shack at its base and it fell to the ground. Inside were a half dozen buckets and another of the deceased Jensaarai. Kneeling down Zed reached out and touched the armour and held his hand there. Even now, years later the armour and the body still held onto the feelings the person had while they died. Fear. He had crawled into the shack to seek shelter after being struck by a blaster to the side. Holding back tears Zed stood up and turned his back to the body. Had he not been a coward maybe he would have been able to help this person years ago. Instead he had ran hoping only to save himself.
Im sorry.
Grabbing two buckets Zed carried them back to the river and scooped the water into the buckets. Having been amoung the original founders of the Order at this Temple Zed had never needed to fill up the fountain before he felt now was the time. Not bothering to find a stick to hold them on his back he held both in his hands and tried to ignore the growing pain in his shoulders as he walked up the stairs occasionally tripping. He was thankful that there wasnt anyone else with him as he recalled seeing some of the other leaders forcing the students to start over if they spilled a drop of water. His lungs heaving Zed poured the water into the fountain, dismayed at how little water was in it. What little there was had caused the dead leaves to float at the top. Walking back down he began the long descent to get two more buckets filled. He would do this, he had to do this.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Sept 27, 2018 14:44:07 GMT -8
Reaching the top of the temple for the final time Zed thought his lungs were going to burst. His muscles had long gone numb, or maybe they remembered a time when he was able to do this without issue. Pouring the final buckets in the pool Zed watched as the scum and debris swirled around in the water. Reaching out in the force Zed focused on each individual piece and pulled them up. In doing so he lowered the water level ever just slightly, but no one else would be around to see that. It was good enough. Sitting down on one of the benches that had survived the carnage years ago he sat and admired it. If he was able to ignore what he knew logically the place almost looked serene. The temple, which had been painstakingly cleaned and almost looked better now. With tufts of grass, and small trees growing up the side and on top of it. Still he couldn't spend all day here, reaching out in the force one more time he pushed the water into either hole once allowing it to make a complete circuit through the pipes. The sprinkling of the water cooling him, and throwing up a rainbow effect he stood back up ignoring the pains that now wracked the muscles in his thighs. Maybe he shouldn't have walked up the stairs to do this.
Walking into the remains of the doorway Zed made his way down the stairs stepping over the remains of the dead defenders and attackers. Knowing know that the defense of the temple had lasted this long and that there was damage inside he worried that he would not be able to complete the work he was here to do. Unable to stop at the first or second floor, both from damage and not wanting to see what was inside. Neither was his destination this time. Instead his work would be completed on the third floor. Again the door was damaged and opening it was a pain. Even with the aid of the force it took him more than a few minutes. With a loud bang the door fell on the ground sending dust high into the air causing a coughing fit to break out from Zed.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Oct 30, 2018 15:57:54 GMT -8
Standing in the forge Zed tried his best to remember it while there was still life in the temple. He remembered Count Demici had been a frequent visitor of the Forging chamber. Walking over to one of the stone benches on the floor Zed spotted on of the swords that were created here. Picking it up he felt the glow of the Force emanating from it, the metal being imbued with the Force by its creator. Moving further into the forge Zed opened up the storage doors at the back and smiled. Thanks to this chamber being cut off from the rest of the temple it had survived any looting that had taken place through the years. Inside was materials ranging from cortosis meant to be made into fibers to be spun around the armored plates of Jensaarai armor, durasteel or duraplast to create the armor plates, circuitry pieces and electronic devices such as commlinks or macrobinoculars to be placed into the armor pieces, and cloths such as armorweave or synthcloth to be placed on the exterior of the armor. A veritable fortune in the right hands.
Stoking the fires of one of the blast furnaces Zed ensured that the materials had been brought over to his work space prior to starting. It had taken him years of research to find the proper ways to forge armour. Typically one would have their master, or someone skilled in forging here to assist. Zed had neither. The hardest part of this whole proceedure would be starting the forge and getting it to the right temperature. Having only read the process it took a few hours with lots of failures. Sometimes there was not enough air, sometimes too much. Sometimes there wasn't enough or too much gas. Eventually though the fire was burning at the right temperature. Eating Zed focused on clearing his mind. One of the key points of this whole process was to clear ones mind and meditate while creating the armour.
Starting with one of the most difficult parts Zed placed three ingots of Cortosis into the forge. Normally a very brittle metal once it has been tempered through the use of Alchemy the Jensaarai had found a way to spin the Cortosis into the rest of their armour while keeping its intrinsic lightsaber deactivating qualities. Forcing his will upon the metal Zed lengthened the metal and changed the very fabric of its being making it appear like honeycomb on the microscopic level to ensure its strength. While this was happening he added durasteel into the fire and melted it into thin sheets adding the cortosis to it.
Shaping the metal using the Force so as to prevent any imperfections he would creating if he had hammered the metal each piece formed into two separate gauntlets. The left gauntlet having been left room for a electronic bracer to be added on the outside. Donning the two gauntlets once they were cool to the touch Zed reached out with the force activating an internal switch on the left gauntlet and a Light Shield popped forth. It had taken him weeks to find one of this caliber, the shield managed to cover the full length of his body. Now came the moment of truth. Reaching out his right arm Zed held his breath as he pushed it forward. If he had been wrong, in a few moments he would be down a hand. With a moment of pressure the lightshield snapped out of existence as it was short circuited by the cortosis present in the gauntlet.
Feeling drained from the creation Zed went outside to see that the stars had come out. Setting up camp at the top of the temple he enjoyed the cool air on his skin. Now that he was not working he could feel the strain he had placed on himself, while in the meditative mindset of creating four days had gone by while Zed survived on the Force and the Force alone. This was progress though.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Jan 28, 2019 11:46:56 GMT -8
As Zed continued to work on the armour he stopped thinking about the beating of the metal instead letting the force guide him hammer. With his mind free of thought he drew inwards into himself. Deeper and deeper did he go into his own mind until the only thing he focused on was himself. Alone he stood in a wasteland of mist. As it swirled around him he could sense anger and pain. This type though was different than what was in the ground around the temple. This seemed to eminate from a single point. A remnant of a person. He could not see the person nor hear them but he could feel the pull of the darkside nearby. Whomever it was he could not tell. Closing his eyes he focused and channeled the force through himself.
Wh-Who is
Silence!
Before he could finish his sentence his eyes shot open and in front of him stood a an Anzat with a face he knew all too well. It was Nikkos Tyris. Here in some long forgotten Sith temple the founder of his order had found him and from beyond the grave reached out. Stunned Zed almost felt like he was looking at some sort of an illusion, yet he sensed no treachery.
His ghostly blue eyes glaring Tyris stared directly at Zed Demici, why do you persist to seek the truth? You are no keeper of the truth, as this temple fell you fled. Even now my wifes remains molder below our feet and you did nothing to try and preserve her or your family. Why return now?
Continuing to hammer away Zed tried to resist the urge to speak to the dead man, but the urge to speak with the original Saarai-Kaar was too great. I had to return Nikkos just like the Jensaarai had to continue after your death. The order must endure to learn more and protect those who need them.
The force ghost scowled at him Protect them! You sound like the Jedi. The weak should not be protected, only those who can defend themselves deserve to survive.
As the specter spoke Zed was struck by how far the Jensaarai had strayed from Tyris's original ideal for them. With his death the order had gone from true darksiders to a mixture of both light and dark and with each Saarai-Kaar after him they changed even further with Garwig Gil Ga-Mesh who had truly brought the order into the galactic stage. You're wrong. The Jensaarai can be so much more than you ever envisioned. Now more than ever the Galaxy needs someone to bring order to it to teach it the way. The Empire has all but taken over just like it had after your death. The difference this time is that we will not remain in isolation. I will lead the way to ensure our order grows and spreads peace and safety.
The tentacles on the former Saarai-Kaars face began to unfurl from his face and despite being a force ghost he truly felt afraid. The Anzat were fierce predators in life and after death he felt that same instinct coming forward. That wasnt the only feeling creeping into his mind though. He could feel the presence of Tyris creeping in trying to take over and lull him in, fighting it he ignored the ghost and sped up the hammering as much as he could. As the tentacles wrapped around his face he felt his resistance crumbling and with he last of his strength he placed the mask on his face. Each Saarai-Kar created a unique mask of their face and placing it on his face seemed to break the power the force ghost held. The moment it touched his skin the specter left.
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