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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Sept 5, 2016 19:13:59 GMT -8
I am open.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Aug 15, 2016 19:44:42 GMT -8
The grumpy old jedi did need to go to the archives. Actually to add to them. He had recently come back from visiting a primitive group of people on a far off planet and though he expected them all to be dead in a few years, he was still obligated to update the records. He also felt that his new friend needed a little watching. He stretched his senses to the private booth as he worked on the catalogue entry.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Aug 9, 2016 21:46:43 GMT -8
This place was much smaller last time I was here. I doubt I know the layout very well anymore. He opened himself up to the Force feeling for minds expanding and learning... After a few seconds he felt a hot bed of the feelings he was looking for.
If I had to guess, I would say that door and 300 meters or so down. Care for some company on the way there. I need to do some reading anyway.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Aug 9, 2016 21:27:16 GMT -8
Fair enough... The grizzled Jedi lowered his hand and the ship sagged even more as mettel strained and servo motors began to give way.
I have been to a few places in my time. When you have been a Jedi as long as I have you see things and places. I was at the temple on Naboo a long time ago, off planet when it was glassed... Spent some time as far as Ossus, investigating another attack. Stopped some Sith from reestablishing a sith outpost on Korriban on some ruins.
Mir paused. He hadn't thought of those missions in a long time. It was odd that they come to mind now. He shook off the thought.
Pretty much I just run around the Galaxy putting out fires until the next one starts, than I go do it all again. Same thing for 70 some odd years.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Aug 8, 2016 20:41:34 GMT -8
Well that sounds like something of a plan then.
The statement confirmed what The old Jedi was feeling in the Force. The soul of the person he was speaking too was much much older than a visual inspection would indicate. There were many ways such a task could take place, and old man in the body of a young one. Some were less than pleasant, others totally fine. Though the cynic inside him was convinced that the more evil options were likely the most probable choice, he sensed no danger or malice in the man before him. If that changed, his life would be that much shorter, until then, Mir had no reason to treat the man with anything other than the same respect he would show any other stanger. It was easy, when you expected everyone to be a bastard, it made it easier to be around them.
That ship looks like it has seen better days. I am sure there are some good minds here that could fix some of the systems? Or at least repair the broken parts...He motioned to the landing strut that was straining despite the old Jedi giving it a little help in standing upright.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Aug 5, 2016 21:31:51 GMT -8
The old Jedi shakes the hand. He uses the close nature of the meeting to use the Force to go deeper, trying to make sense of what he is feeling and what he is seeing. Welcome to the Falucian Enclave. Though I may not be the best person to greet you. I only just got her myself a little before you did. What brings you here? Mir hoped his Jedi robes were answer enough to getting the same question back.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Aug 4, 2016 21:17:55 GMT -8
The Old Jedi watches the battered old ship come into the hanger. Instinctively he reaches out in the Force and insects the ship and its occupants. He feels a ship hanging onto dear life, and and old pilot. Mir reaches out his hand and steadies the ship with the Force while it lands. As the man exits the ship, Mir is surprised. The impression Mir got from the Force didn't fit the information his eyes were giving him. The Force told him this man was worthy of respect and someone very capable and old, older than Mir and that was saying something., He eyes told him that he was a confused kid trying to look a part. When his eyes and the Force disagreed, Mir had learned to trust the Force. That habit more than any others was why he was as old as he was. Hello there. How are you today?
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Aug 4, 2016 21:07:20 GMT -8
Were you looking to RP her falling? or just as backstory? I am up for either. All of the RPs and characters i write are moving very slowly.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Jul 23, 2016 21:58:46 GMT -8
The line of questions brought a genuine chuckle to the old man. Well that is simple my dear, I need smart people because I am not that smart, well not as smart as I used to think I was. I want to meet everyone I can, especially if they are the smartest person EVER! He mirrored the little HRD's excitement perfectly. But i will have to judge that for myself, I have met some smart people. But no need to rush, tell me about you little one.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Jul 21, 2016 22:12:58 GMT -8
That was a great question. Why was he actually here. Cause it was a duty, cause when the galaxy is going to hell you gather smart people and talk about it. Thats just the way things were. Nothing really would come of it, but that is what people did. None of this he could tell to the HRD. Somehow she still had the innocence that real children had about her. That was why he was so taken by them, they didn't realize how hopeless the galaxy was. This unwilling but constant hope and joy was the one thing that still could make him smile.
Well my dear Lana. I am here to talk about grown up things, with people smarter than this old man you see before you. And what are you doing here?
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Jul 17, 2016 20:22:30 GMT -8
The old jedi had his typical gruff expression until he saw what looked like a little girl come spinning towards him, the sight made a small smile crack his lips. As she spun he felt an emptiness in the Force where she should have been. I was surprised when this revelation didn't take the smile off the corners of his mouth. He really was a sucker for kids, apparently even droids made to look like kids. His gruff and gravelly voice spoke to her. Well hello there dear, yes I am new here. I am Master Mir-Atash Delphi, and you are miss?
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Jul 10, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -8
The old but sturdy Blastboat gets clearance to land and finds its place in the hanger. The old gunship was covered in a wide display of paint colors. Green, pink, red, blue, every visible color and some in the infrared, not that the pilot could see it. IT had been far too long since he had been in the company of other Jedi. THough he was doing this more out of a sense of obligation than thinking anything could be solved. That was his main reason for doing most things, duty and obligation. In the cargo hold he held many of the only things that could bring him anything that remotely resembled happiness. Small presents for children, it seemed anymore that the only thing that could put a smile on his face was a smile on theirs. He figured it was because they reminded him of a time when he didn't know how little the galaxy really had to offer, how hopeless things really were. The old jedi gathered his gray cloak and draped it over his lighter gray tunic. And headed outside of the ship. He sniffed the air. Yep, definitely a moist forest world, that's not a smell I will get used too.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Jul 10, 2016 20:49:03 GMT -8
Cynical, old jedi master here. Only a few things bring him happiness and most times its only short lived. Let me know if you want me for something. Heading to Felucia now.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Jul 10, 2016 20:45:12 GMT -8
I would have offered my services as Jedi master, but it looks like Rut beat me too it. Well i have a still light side but highly cynical Jedi master here. A captured apprentice he couldn't save could explain some of his cynisism.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Jun 15, 2016 22:11:16 GMT -8
Yes big drunk punks looking for fights always back down when you talk to them. I will ask again, where did you go wrong? His voice firm, but not menacing. The old man was looking off at the lights of the city as he spoke. I didn't ask what you could do different. What caused things to go south. He could sense the younth's general confusion and wandering. Not just for the night, but his life at the moment. It was for this reason the old jedi was deliberately vague.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Jun 13, 2016 21:42:06 GMT -8
The Old man looks over the youth, studying him. Sensing him. So kid where did you go wrong? Life is something to be learned from.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on Jun 11, 2016 22:02:32 GMT -8
The thugs were gone. The old man sat beside the young man outside the bar. He had clearly been the one that had brought the kid outsaide and had been waiting for him to come back to the land of the living. So kid... How does tonight rate on your scale of fun evenings? The old man hands the kid a gel pack that would get very cold when activated. For your head, you have a concussion.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on May 27, 2016 21:22:22 GMT -8
People were about to get seriously hurt or killed in this little engagement. They would deserve it, but try as he might the old man just couldn't let it happen. The thugs leader threw the stun stick at the kid with the accuracy of years of practice. It was a great move, not many expect a melee weapon like that to become ranged. Plus if the goal of the fight was to beat and humiliate a target, swinging a stun stick would end it too quickly. The point of the cylinder hit Aqeel square in the sternum, it unloaded its charge into the kid's torso. Not maintaining contact enough to take him out but more than enough to stagger. The kid bumped the bar, causing the heavy liquer bottles above him to shift. That was all Mir-Atash needed to see to end this before anyone got seriously hurt. He reached up with the Force and grabbed the three heaviest bottles. He pulled them down and added some energy as the impacted the kid's head. Two would have been enough to knock him out, the third was to be sure.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on May 21, 2016 20:46:29 GMT -8
The old man shook his head. The kid had one tool at his disposal, speed. His opponents were all massive, the transdoshan came from a species of hunters that saw wookies as good sport. He boxed himself in and against the bar. The transdoshan used his strength ans twisted the man's arm, turning himself around to face the smaller man. The weequay came around to the other side and a massive human pinned him from the third. They closed giving the kid no room to work. The old man noticed the leader pull out a stun stick. He began to sneak up behind the bulk of the reptilian alien, getting ready to end the fight.
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Post by Mir-Atash Delphi on May 17, 2016 11:43:48 GMT -8
The kid was brave, the old man had to give him that. Just brave enough to do something stupid, and to make things worse. Some place deep within the cynic was a voice that said that he was like that as well, long long ago. The blasters that were at the young man's side were thrown out and away when he tried to break fee of the clutches, no longer within reach for them to play a role in this fight. The leader took the impact of his lackey with a thud to the chest, staggering him a bit. One of the others that was next to him, a weequay came to his boss's defense, going for a spear to the young man's midsection. The trandoshan on the young man's right took the headbutt to the chin, forcing his face down. He maintained his strong grip on the kids arm, yanking it high above his own head. Stretching the youth and opening him up for the spear. The old man sat and watched, sipping his frothy beverage. He had seen many bar fights, he knew this one was over from the start. The numbers were just not in the kids favor. This was the real world, not some holo drama where groups attacked one at a time. No the tugs would converge at once, using each other to set up each attack. The question that had perked the grizzled old man's interest was, how long the kid could last? From the looks of it, long enough to justify ordering another drink. The bar tender was distracted hoping that the fight didn't break to much, so the old my put his glass under the tap and filled it himself. He left extra credits on the bar top and sipped the foamy nectar.
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