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Post by Kent on Jan 29, 2020 9:58:35 GMT -8
Left turn, right turn, left, left, right. Kent wound her way through the map she had made in her head from above. She didn't feel like she was perused. She was a little confused as to why not. The Knight wasn't behaving like an customs agent she had ever seen before. Corrupt and looking for illicit favors, sure. But not being ready at all for an attack, and not giving any kind of chase. It had her perplexed. Perhaps, it was this distraction that let her miss the foot that caught her ankles. She went tumbling into the muck and grime of the over used field. She used her momentum to roll through reaching for her blaster as she did.
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Post by Kent on Jan 28, 2020 14:57:31 GMT -8
"Of all the gin joints in all the systems... she walked in to min" "Play Bib, Play as the time goes by"
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Post by Kent on Jan 28, 2020 14:44:02 GMT -8
The man before her was cute, but was also considerably older. Kent felt more than a little uncomfortable. She had grown up with pirates and the streets of Nar Shaddaa, friendly people like this always wanted something, and he was angling to get her over for dinner and then she could guess what he would want next. She was beginning to thing coming here was a mistake. Hear fear let herself become almost two minds. The fear took over her body, the Force building in her fists waiting for release. Her mind started to go through her best escape options. She had never seen one of these animals run and couldn't accurately tell how fast they can run. Luckily, the area was covered with cargo ans ships all the way to the city proper. With the cart behind it, there was no way the creature could efficiently move away from the main stretch. She quickly went through the field layout she had seen on the approach, and planned her escape route. When she had it, she put on a flirty smile. and batted her eyelashes. Suggestively she responded. Well, we could have fun before dinner too. She released all her pent up fear in front of her with a massive shove that sent creates and cargo flying. She then took off running, twisting her way around the cargo, gear, and ships that inhabited the landing field making her way toward the city proper and what she hoped was a hiding spot.
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Post by Kent on Jan 23, 2020 9:08:14 GMT -8
Kent did her best to blend into the goings on of the spaceport. She avoided everyone she could. She was almost clear when a man came riding up on what appeared to be a large hairy potato. She tried to avoid him, but no luck.
She froze, trying to take inventory of the situation. She was here looking for Jedi, but having a customs agent figure that out so quickly was off putting. She took a step back and quietly spoke. "No, I... I am just hear visiting.She went through the options of running away and began to plan the best rout. In her nervousness sh began to feel the force gather at her hands. This made her more worried. She couldn't really control it, and had been known to let it all come loose at once to devastating effect.
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Post by Kent on Jan 22, 2020 13:22:54 GMT -8
The transport lands in a field outside of the city. The CR-20 mainly carried cargo, but some space was for passengers. A handful of people made this trip. Up front there was the Van Erichs family, grandfather, father, and adult son. They were some sort of entertainment group, stage fighters of some kind. Next was a nervous man in his 30's going to ask his girlfriend's father for permission to marry her. In the back, trying not to look at anyone was a teenager girl. Kent had tried not to notice things, they really didn't matter, but she couldn't. They nervous man nervously twitched his left leg, never his right, he was on his 5th handkerchief, and the stone in his engagement ring was fake. The son up front was actually not related to the the other two, he jawline didn't match correctly and he smelled wrong. The father had his nose broken at least 6 times in the past. The grandfather was stealing money from the other two, he had a tell whenever money came up. Kent shook her head trying to clear these thought, with no luck. Non of this information mattered, yet she had to absorb it, and chronicle it in her mind. After the fall of the Temple, she had wandered again. She had some credits to her name that she borrowed for the temple accounts. Enough for the multiple trips looking for a new place to belong, though she was thinking that was a fools goal, she would likely never belong anywhere. She heard rumors of a powerful group of Jedi here on Serenno, so here she was. She picked up her small bag, and made sure her blaster was hidden and in place and walked by the other passengers collecting their things. Her baggy robe covered her figure as she made her way out of the ship. She thanked the crew and started the walk to the city. She wasn't sure what she hoped to find, but being lost and a lone here was as good as being lost and a lone anywhere.
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Post by Kent on Apr 10, 2018 9:34:10 GMT -8
Kent nods to the small master. She thinks what she should take. The blaster she arrived on the planet with was held for her in the armory, but a small holdout may not be the best choice for a primary weapon here. It likely lacked the stopping power to put down what she would face. She had been practicing with the training sabers, none of them felt right in her hand, but they did remind her of her lightfoil, when it worked. She made her way to the armory. Master Rawkill has requested my assistance outside the base. He asked that I arm myself. I would like my holdout blaster and a training saber. She pauses and thinks more. And a westar-34. Her request checked out and she gathered the supplies and attached them around her waist and the holdout to her boot. She then returns to the ewok. I think I am ready, master.
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Post by Kent on Mar 7, 2018 19:54:19 GMT -8
Kent tried to hide her astonishment that she was actually being asked to do something. Her eyes lit up at finally feeling useful for the first time since she arrived. If you are ok with it master. I would love to help you... What kind of weapon should I take?
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Post by Kent on Mar 1, 2018 19:22:20 GMT -8
Kent had recovered from her embarrassment of almost running over a high ranking master. She was surprised that he was asking her to do more than report the event and point in the direction. She was a no one here, she didn't even have a training lightsaber to carry. I can point out where the ship landed, but I do not think I would be much use out there. Most any other padawan would be of more help out there.
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Post by Kent on Feb 22, 2018 19:20:10 GMT -8
Kent goes bright red with embarrassment. She tries to stammer out words. I...I...I...I am sorry Master. Looking down at the Jedi Master was a unique experience for her, she rarely looked down to anyone, much less someone more experienced than her. She breaths and regains her composer. I saw, well saw and felt a ship crash. I felt panic coming from it than nothing. Someone needs to go help. I was running looking for someone!
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Post by Kent on Feb 3, 2018 23:19:34 GMT -8
welcome back
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Post by Kent on Feb 3, 2018 19:38:31 GMT -8
Kent never expected to love the outdoors this much. Most of her life had been spent in the hustle and bustle of a city world. The quiet did unnerve her at first, but now she had learned to open her senses up to all around her. She realized that there was even more life, more happening here than her past home. She read in the gardens as much as she could, but this time she was practicing footwork she had read about in the archives. She was weaponless, but a small stick supplemented a saber hilt. She practiced the movements over and over. As she practiced there was something off in the area above her. She sensed it. Looking up she saw a streak come across the sky, south of the base. She felt panic from inside, then she saw a flash and then felt nothing. She turned to see if anyone else had seen the sight, No one else was in this porting of the gardens, and the falling ship was out of the direct airspace of the base. She went off running to find a master. Someone needed to know what had happened. She was already winding from her exercises, so she had to catch her breath when she ran into the small Ewok master. She hadn't spoken to him before but had seen him interacting with the other masters.
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Post by Kent on Dec 3, 2017 22:24:03 GMT -8
Kent sits down and begins to read. The book didn't include all the forms. It was far too old for that. It kept referencing an external power pack for a lightsaber. Only the first three forms were talked about. Kent could picture the weakness and strengths in her head. She played through full battles in her head using each one. The more she read, something kept hinting at the back of her head. She had read some of Jedi writings since she had been here. Even before, back in her former life, she would be able to get Jedi writings on her datapad. Nothing deep, but things written by Jedi. This was different. Word choice, syntax, grammar, sentence structure, none of it seemed Jedi. It was not overly aggressive, or calling on emotions to be used, but she couldn't shake the truth of the book. It was not written by a Jedi, it was written by an ancient Sith. Nothing about it screamed Sith. In no way was it anti Jedi or pro darkside. It was all hermeneutics, the book was small and insignificant, it was no surprise that it was missed. Kent tried to think as to why the Force called her to this book, this Sith written book, but she could come up with nothing. She wondered if she should point out the book's origins to someone, but she was worried about how to bring it up to a master.
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Post by Kent on Nov 22, 2017 20:56:21 GMT -8
Kent thumbs through it, and considers the difficult language. 400 pages of dust fils the air. I can get the next one tomorrow.
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Post by Kent on Nov 20, 2017 23:47:25 GMT -8
Most interesting. That was a concept Kent really couldn't understand. It was all new information, so it was all equally interesting. Despite Iella's suggestion, Kent opens herself up to the Force. Like she did on the beach, but this time not focusing on anything in particular. The air filled with information. The power that was feeding the machines she felt, its amps and watts. The wood in the floor, she felt each grain and dip. The climate control in the big room revealing its speed and temperature. Slowly she felt pulled to a stack of data cards and a few real books. on the bottom, she found an old volume on the Saber Forms. It was so old it was actually a book. Handwritten in an old form of Basic. She could read it, but it would take work. She looked it over smiling I think I like this one.
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Post by Kent on Nov 17, 2017 21:56:24 GMT -8
I want to read everything... The teenager says with a smile. then waves at Morgan. I guess I should find a place to start... Could the Force tell me where to start?
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Post by Kent on Nov 12, 2017 21:36:24 GMT -8
Kent follows Morgan into the Archives. She could feel the knowledge around her. Kent couldn't tell if it was the Force giving her the feeling or just her own awe. She looked around not knowing where to start. She wanted to read it all, and she wasn't intimidated the least by the magnitude. She felt in a word, home. This... This is amazing... I can feel something about this place. Who do I talk to to get access to what I can? She eagerly looks at the little girl she followed inside.
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Post by Kent on Nov 5, 2017 21:03:15 GMT -8
Well, I guess we should be going back. I heard a padawan say that the Library had almost everything you could ever hope to learn. The teenager tried to hide her excitement at near limitless things to learn and read. I want to see that for myself. Back home, I was limited to what the traders, smugglers, and spacers brought in. Languages, technical documents, trading. But no poetry, flowers, animals. That was hard to find.
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Post by Kent on Oct 30, 2017 20:58:46 GMT -8
Kent arrives. She has died the ends of her hair pink, it flows under a silver and pink diamond hair band. She is in a purple and pink cocktail dress. Her heels make her look a little taller than normal. She makes her way inside looking for anyone she knows.
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Post by Kent on Sept 28, 2017 22:53:06 GMT -8
Sorry, I just wanted to see if I could do that. It was not the splash she wanted, in her head, she wanted something to soak Morgan. The soft splash was still something. Also, Morgan was right. The fabric of the tunic she was wearing would absorb water and with the air, it would never let it go. Morgan mentioning gear did make Kent think. she had nothing the way of gear. Her blaster pistol was taken from her and locked away somewhere when she arrived. She had nothing.Well, I am not ready to be done learning today... could you teach me anything about making a lightsaber?
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Post by Kent on Sept 21, 2017 22:58:53 GMT -8
Kent feels happiness like she has never felt before. She is proud of herself. She was learning that the Force was not something separate from her mind. She had figured that the Force and her brain were two distinct talents, but with her, they could one and the same. She wasn't done or didn't want to be. She extended herself to more around her. Seeing Morgan get out of the water and dry off gives her an idea. She focuses on the water. Feeling the current and the pull of the tides. She could feel the little lifeforms in the water. Its temperature, everything filled her head. She knew the water. The same way she viewed the stone. She focuses on an area in the water. Then she lifts like the stone but quickly then stopping, pushing. The push slashes the drying girl.
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