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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 10, 2015 13:38:43 GMT -8
The sudden impact sent Na'an's vision from white spots to stars as her small body slammed into duracrete. She tried to twist out of Rutil's Force Grip, tried plying her own telekinesis to move, tried to thrash and escape to no avail. The older Knight was stronger than she was, far stronger, and as she tried futilely she watched her teacher come into view.
Na'an had very rarely seen Rutil Iorek in full dark before. The dim green light playing off his horns made him look like a demon, or a strange negative of the Sith younglings would tell each other of in hushed voices at night. If it wasn't a training saber at her throat, it would have been very easy to believe that this man would kill her right then and there, holding her like a helpless puppet in the air. As it was, that training saber would leave the most painful burn she could imagine...
The little girl swallowed a whimper, and tried to think.
She couldn't move her lightsaber, couldn't break his grip of the Force with her own power, couldn't risk using her teacher's blade without him seeing...As Na'an raised her chin to avoid the approaching blade, she flailed about in search for a new target, any target, to use. Reaching out wildly, the fingers of her mind touched on a familiar surface, then grabbed on tight and Pulled with a power borne of desperation.
Out of the shadows, two of the wobble balls from before hurtled through the dark towards Rutil Iorek. The first one slammed into the back of Rutil's head, then the second.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 10, 2015 12:00:50 GMT -8
Na'an could feel her tenuous Force Grip break as soon as Rutil applied pressure to it. She scrambled to her feet, wishing that her eyes would adjust to the dark already--the flash of the saber had ruined her night vision again, leaving bright spots across her eye blocking any chance of catching Rutil's shadow. She started slightly at his words--was he joking? Taunting her? Or had he not even started to fight her?
"I gotta be, don't I?" Her voice was shaking slightly from the exertion, making her sound very young. As she spoke, she continued backing away, towards the cabinet her teacher had indicated before. "I mean, you're sitting down still...you just hucked your lightsaber so you don't have a weapon..."
As she paced, she hit something small and round with her foot. Rutil's lightsaber had deactivated, rolling to rest just near the door. Na'an didn't hesitate, but knelt and grabbed the hilt, stuffing it into her pocket while retaining her shoto.
"I'd like to think I'm doing okay."
She considered sliding back into an Ataru stance, but she'd created too much distance to make an effective attack off of it; instead, she took the saber in both hands, adopting a modified Soresu posture. She didn't know what her teacher would throw at her next, but whatever it was would probably be nasty.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 9, 2015 19:40:35 GMT -8
Na'an nearly screamed at the sudden, blinding flash of the saber approaching her face. Holding on to her Force Grip on Rutil's foot, she dropped into a tight somersault just as the spinning blade blazed over her back. If she'd been a larger child, the move would have been impossible; as it was, she felt the edge of the saber graze inches over her shoulder, burning like a hot brand held close to her skin. In a vague, disconnected way, she caught the scent of singed hair.
Well. That would be hard to braid when she won her padawanship.
But this was another opportunity, wasn't it? Rutil had thrown his own weapon, backing it with the Force. She couldn't overwhelm his grip on the lightsaber directly, not at her age and power, but if he lost his own control on it...
Still nearly flat to the floor, she focused again on the foot she'd felt out before, tightening her own Force Grip. Swinging her arm out, she shook the connection hard back and forth, worrying it like a kath hound at a bone. Either he'd get shaken hard enough to lose his Force Grip, or let go in order to regain control of his foot, and then she could get up again get back on the offensive.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 9, 2015 18:16:09 GMT -8
Na'an tumbled head over heels, squawking with surprise when the lights suddenly died. The only thing visible when she finally settled upright was her own lightsaber; she whipped her head back and forth, realizing that this meant her teacher had deactivated his own.
She couldn't see him at all in the thick, tangible dark...but he could see her.
With a moment's hesitation, she snapped her own lightsaber off, letting the dark close around her too. Now they were on equal footing as far as sight. Closing her eyes, she reached out with her free hand, feeling for the familiar tang Rutil gave off in the Force. She thought back to all the sparring sessions he'd given her over the last six years, all the bruises, the few occasions he'd used telekinesis while she stood watching with wide, wondering eyes...all the last six years he'd called her snot-nose and yet never pushed her away...
There.
He hadn't moved much since switching off the lights, but there he was, his Force signature as blunt and imposing as his face. She paced backward, increasing the distance between them, feeling with the Force to find a weak spot and settling for the closest thing she could grasp.
She curled her fingers, feeling her grasp of Force solidify around his ankle, and yanked.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 9, 2015 17:12:24 GMT -8
And the saber was out!
Even as her teacher swung for her leg, Na'an couldn't help but beam at her own accomplishment. If he'd lost the patience he needed to dispatch her without the blade, she was doing well. She shifted her weight, pivoting backward to pull her thigh out of reach, then shifted it again to complete the circle on her other leg and face Rutil again. She left her saber arm ride her momentum, swinging up and back, then down and forward to strike twice for his torso. It wasn't quite a standard Ataru move, but more of a bastadization of Ataru armwork and Makashi footwork. The standard Ataru move would have been to leap over the blade entirely and aim the flurry of strikes at the head.
But then, the standard Ataru move hadn't worked the last time, had it?
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 9, 2015 16:31:18 GMT -8
Na'an hurtled towards the door, spinning to face it as she flew. Throwing one hand out in front of her, she Pushed hard with the Force to cushion herself and take the impact in her legs and knees. She used it to angle up and to the left, leaping for one of the remaining balance beams and lighting on top of it, clinging to it with one hand for balance.
Since when did Master Rutil use telekinesis in the training rooms?!? Na'an scowled childishly, already knowing that the question was stupid. Sanaa was right--he was the hardest one there was--and he'd decided to be even harder now for intruding on his private time.
Was Rutil telling Na'an that she couldn't impress him just with the bladework he taught her? Or was he telling her that she couldn't impress him at all?
She couldn't back out now. She had to think of something, fast. There was a set of wobble balls to Rutil's left, her right, presumably from the previous class of younglings. Focusing on it, Na'an sent one, then two more flying at his knees, hoping to get his attention. At the same time she pushed down inside her head, suppressing her own Force presence as well she'd learned how, as she grabbed the beam and swing herself down at him again, jabbing with the shoto in a riff on the Falling Leaf.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 9, 2015 15:53:27 GMT -8
The little girl rose quickly, her back ramrod-straight in the presence of her teacher, and strode stiffly towards the case he had indicated. She knew almost every blade inside by feel now. After years of training with Rutil Iorek, Na'an had had the importance of competence with an unfamiliar weapon hammered into her brain the hard way. Her fingers traced over the handles of the full sized sabers, the delicate heft of a lightfoil, the clumsy weight of the one greatsaber and the double-bladed monstrosity that no one really liked to use.
Then Na'an closed the case.
"With all due respect, Sir, I'll keep my own weapon." She drew the shoto carefully from her pocket and lit the green blade. It made sense. A small blade for a small Padawan-to-be, and after six years she knew this one as well as her own arm.
Jogging the length of the hall, she stopped about ten yards away from Rutil, and shifted instinctively into the standard Ataru opening stance. She'd thought for days about her approach here, weighing the forms against each other. Would her teacher want to see pure, elegant bladework with Makashi, or the more modern balance of Niman, or something powerful and heavy like Djem So? In the end, though, it had always come back to Ataru. Master Iorek had made her love the high-flying, fast-paced form above all the others, and even if it wasn't the most powerful one she knew, Na'an wanted him to see what she was capable of.
Which, based on the principles of Ataru, was attack.
Na'an threw herself forward, closing the gap between her and Rutil in a flurry of steps. Just before smashing into him, she flipped high over his head, swinging her saber below her to aim at the horns over his eyes.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 9, 2015 14:56:14 GMT -8
"Okay, here's the one."
The darkened training hall suddenly flooded with light from the double doors, marked only by the silhouettes of two children. The larger of the pair reached in, feeling for the wall panel that would fill the cavernous space with light. He reached it quickly, both of them already being long familiar with the layout, and squinted against the bright flare.
The smaller of the two children was a girl of around eight or nine; she bounded into the room on the balls of her feet, surveying the training hall with bright grey eyes. "It's perfect," she said in a high clear voice. "He comes here after the dinner hour every other night for private practice. If I wait in here I can't miss him."
"I don't know, Na'an." The boy, a tall stocky youth with all the signs of approaching puberty, frowned. "Are you sure he won't get mad just that you've been hiding in here and refuse you?"
Na'an made a face at him, pulling up her chin-length hair into a knot. "Sanaa, he's got to know this is coming. Hell, I beat YOU last week, and you've got three years, six inches, and twenty-five pounds on me." She put her hands on her hips, surveying the area and counting the number of balance beams the last class had left behind. "I wouldn't be the first youngling who ever made Padawan at nine, and I won't be the last. He'll know that."
"Yeah, but Master Iorek's the hardest one there is. He doesn't sponsor Padawans."
"That's why I want him!"
"You're crazy. He'll whoop your hide till you can't even stand!"
Na'an shrugged. "Didn't you say the same thing about Carnassus Sor?"
The boy's scowl darkened. "I had to clean the bathrooms after that one."
"Not my fault you suck at betting. Now get outta here or he'll catch you too." Na'an knelt carefully at the door, closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing. In her focus, she did not watch her friend leave the hall. Rather, she focused her attention on her hands clenching and unclenching in her lap, memorizing the details of her training shoto in her tunic's front pocket. She had to show her best work today, or her teacher would never give her what she'd already earned. In one thing Sanat Vos had been right--Rutil Iorek, Jedi Knight, was the Coruscant Temple's most notorious hardcase when it came to the younglings.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 9, 2015 11:47:44 GMT -8
She turned on her heel and once again entered the bar.. Hopefully, this time it would be without any interruptions. For a genius, Eliana Shan made quite a few assumptions. Before she could finish turning, Leigh lurched forward over Na'an and grabbed her by the shoulder. "Oh, no you don't. I'm not done with you," she said, her synthesizers almost growling. Na'an may not be able to process the implications everything Alena Karso had said right now, but Leigh could--and whatever shady business she'd gotten herself into was indicator enough that this conversation would have to be immediate, short---and brutal.Na'an had stepped out from between them, looking uncertain. There was a noise, something crashing inside the bar; about 200 yards down the street, a blaster sounded rapidly. The girl swung her head to hear them both, momentarily shaken in her resolve between helping her friends in the bar, or her friend outside. Leigh cut her deliberating short. "You go on ahead and fend off this Mando. I'll take care of the problem here." She resisted to urge to echo her friend, and tighten her grip on the woman's arm until the bone would start to protest. It would not do in this moment to let herself play out her anger fully. She'd have to rein it in...at least until her partner again.Na'an nodded, but hesitated again, though for another reason. This time, it was her reaching out with absurd gentleness, placing her open palm flat on Leigh's cannon arm. The look in her eye as she regarded Leigh's still-blank dome said everything that needed saying. "I'm coming back, okay?" she said quietly. "You don't have to..."
"I know." Leigh gestured out towards the street. "Go."
And Na'an went. *** This wasn't the moment to worry--not about Aherk , and not about Leigh. The pair had their rules, established for these kinds of situations. Handle the problem first. Talk about their feelings later. Leigh had known it, when she'd reminded her friend to breathe and wait. and Na'an knew it now. Kent, I need you out here, Na'an shot back towards the bar. Kent had sent her some dim impressions of her surroundings earlier, clearly trying to help, and she knew the area. If she were still attempting Force communication at all, she'd hear the order--and if she were as eager as Leigh had said, she'd come running. Speaking of hearing...Elly had mentioned something about blasterfire and lightsabers. Na'an tilted her head towards the dim sounds echoing in the distant street. If she strained, she could hear what may be a blaster, but nothing indicating a lightsaber yet. It didn't help that this was Nar Shaddaa, reigning scumhole of the Mid-Rim--blasterfire could be coming from anything out here, and the background noise of distress made hearing Adelle through the Force difficult by herself. She needed the sounds to be clearer, to be more sure. So for the first time that night, Na'an sighed, and opened her left eye. The minute the eyelid was open, the dark alloy of the medical implant twitched back into Active Mode. The white LED and audiovisual array snapped on, rolling slightly out of sync with her right eye, and suddenly Na'an's ears could back the bluff she had made earlier--she could hear everything. Eliana Shan's heartbeat, the huff of her annoyed breathing, and beyond that the rising tumult of noise backed by the drumming hearts of the people in the bar, were clear as if they were pounding inches from her head. The lines and shadows in the surrounding area clarified, sharpened, took on new depth and detail that was almost dizzying; the colors in Elly's new hair deepened, the blue distinguishable from the green, and line between them and the pink half so sharp it was unreal. Na'an scanned outwards, trying to block out what was immediately around her and reach towards the sounds she wanted. The Force helped a little with this one; the blasterfire in the distanct clarified, too. She could make out the direction of it now, and she could make out alongside it... Adelle? Adelle!
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 9, 2015 9:56:14 GMT -8
Accepted. We've already discussed the terms, let me know where the thread is when you're ready.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 6, 2015 19:58:24 GMT -8
Months. Not years. Months.
This was bad. This was incalculably bad. Leigh felt her processers jolt with alarm as she heard her companion's biometrics spike. Aherk Formidonis, mad scientist and Sith dabbler, was someone the droid had only met once in her life. That time had been in the rain-soaked laboratory in Kamino, on a half-mad errand to destroy him before his time. Somehow, impossibly, despite being overwhelmingly overpowered by his assailant, he'd escaped the blade. Although escaped not entirely accurate. The only thing that had saved him was his ability to get under Vidalu Na'an's skin and cut to her heart with just a few words.
Vidalu Na'an's time with Aherk Formidonis had amounted to much more than a few words. Those months had echoed in her mind and actions for years now, elevated to near-mythic levels by time and painful experience at his hands. The idea of him, still living, still wandering the galaxy so close to where she stood now, and not even the only monster anymore, would be...
Fear. Worse than fear.
The hand twisted in Elly's shirt had gone bone white, shaking slightly. The muscles in the back of Na'an's neck had jumped, straining to the point where to Leigh they looked at risk of snapping entirely. In that instant, she was almost the strange, unbearably unhappy creature of three years ago again.
In the same instant, the droid bent over Na'an's thin shoulder, angling one of her smaller speakers at Na'an's right ear.
"It's fine. Breathe," she whispered. "Remember your runs. Breathe, focus, it'll kick in."
She reached forward, and with almost absurd gentleness prised Na'an's fingers loose from the thin fabric. Na'an nodded, letting her. She then inhaled deeply, a great sucking gasp of oxygen that seemed to fill her frame to bursting,. She held it for a second, her eye fluttering closed, and when she exhaled it was slow, measured. When her chest settled, the shaking had stopped. She was able to open her eye and look up at Leigh with gratitude.
"Right. Right." She breathed again, and pulled her lightsaber out of her pocket. She did not light it yet, only held it at the ready. "Where's Adelle?"
Leigh's calculated quickly. Na'an intended to go after Adelle if she was in danger--immediately and without hesitation. Now that she was calm, the moment of terror suppressed, her priorities had resettled themselves in their proper shape. She'd be able to come back intact--maybe even get by without using Babylon. Granted, this meant that she'd be leaving Eliana Shan here alone, with a budding teen prodigy, her shell-shocked brother, and freedom to do whatever it was she wanted.
Which meant that wherever Na'an would be running to, she'd have to do it without Leigh.
The droid's attention returned to the woman who had made her. Clearly, LE-03 was learning new things about her mother all the time. For one, she'd learned quite a bit from Aherk Formidonis about how to cut at the heart of someone who loved her.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 6, 2015 11:29:35 GMT -8
What would the pilot be doing
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 5, 2015 18:11:16 GMT -8
A Togorian wouldn't need to be a juicer to compete with one. If the motivation is the hunt, then just write a band of Togorians who get hired to help repel the juicer threat. Honestly, this sounds more interesting anyway. Competing makes for tension as to who'd win the struggle, and demands more creativity and fun. Who'd really want to write a fight with them if they knew the result would invariably be them getting curbstomped by the 'Alpha Soldier' no matter what they did?
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 5, 2015 17:33:31 GMT -8
Also, it sounds sort of like a copout having a second generation ALREADY that's already bypassed the weaknesses of the stated focus of the arc. You want the powers? Better have some debuffs in mind at BEST or you're just going to come off as having the cake and eating it too.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on May 4, 2015 18:55:28 GMT -8
"I've g-.." She coughed, clearing her throat. Her voice had broken, and it was coming out like a squeak, and she needed to appear calm and in control. Luckily, she doubted Na'an had heard. Unfortunately, she knew that 03 had. "I've got a very focused, very angry Mandalorian trailing right behind me. Some Jedi named Adelle is stalling him as long as she can. But unless I can get this man to a secure location and finish my work, I'm not going to stay alive long enough to say 'Not dead.'"
...That was lame. SO lame.
It was the best she was going to be able to do at the moment. She tried to step around the pair, confident at least that her drastically changed appearance would belay Cao's recognition longer than it had the AI's.. "Don't bother. He already knows it's you." Na'an approached the pair, not yet pulling loose the tube from her pocket, Leigh an impassive, hulking shape behind her. Her left eye remained unopened; the right held Elly's with a laser focus. For a second, it seemed that she would stop in front of Elly; her mouth opened slightly, as if taking a breath to speak.
Then she reached forward and grabbed a fistful of Alena Karso's--of Eliana Shan's--shirt. Without stopping, she yanked down, hard, using her leverage to pull the woman's body off balance and stumbling in her wake. She paced evenly out the door, ignoring Pavin's squawks of alarm and dragging Elly behind her. The droid paused, her dome turning towards the unnamed man who had arrived with Elly. With a tight, efficient gesture, she pointed him back to the table where Caoimhin and Kent still sat among plates of rapidly-cooling food. "Don't worry," she said in a voice as close to normal as she could get without the hologram, "We're not going to kill her." Then she turned and followed her friend out. It was true, Leigh knew--no one was going to be dying here. Na'an was in control of herself, while she...she just wanted to have her say before she lost her control.
The sun outside had set while they were inside, masking the details of the buildings around them in sharp shadows and blaring neon signs. Na'an and Leigh stopped shortly outside, standing in a flickering pool of light from a streetlamp as Na'an finally stopped and faced Elly again. Leigh watched as her mother was pulled roughly back to Na'an's level. She'd had practice in reading human faces in the last three years, and Elly looked embarrassed, uncertain...frightened? "Now. Eliana. I want to know two things," Na'an said, dangerously soft. Her fist tightened its grip on the handful of fabric, keeping their faces close and Elly's eyes on hers. On her back pocket, the fingers of her other hand twitched. "And you should know that my hearing is much better than it used to be. I can hear your heart beating right now. I'll know if you lie to me." There was a pause. Without even looking away from Elly, even in the dark, Leigh could hear the shuddering noise of Na'an's next breath.
"Is he here?"
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Apr 29, 2015 18:34:54 GMT -8
Leigh had laughed over Kent's consternation--she didn't even seem aware that she'd been fishing, and had flushed. The whole situation had been very funny, made no less funny by the fact that a drunken stranger had come up to hit on her--despite the fact that he seemed aware that she was not organic. She'd angled her holographic face toward him, smiling and ready to respond and let Na'an fluster the rest of her way through this conversation...
Leigh's processors stuttered a little at that. What Kent was saying was impossible; maybe it was another attempt to show off? Because Leigh had customized her face, based it off the unique Shan profile and added her own touches, and the only living Shan was the man at their table. She turned back towards the bar, ready to point out how Kent Austin, supposed genius, was wrong yet again...
and found that she was, for once, very close to right.
The face was not exactly the same as her own, but Kent's phrasing had its points. Under the thick, sharply angled multicolor bob , visible through the band of a visor, were the sharp blue eyes and long jawline Leigh had retained. Leigh had scrubbed most of the freckles from her own image, and had sharpened the cheekbones, but the resemblance was strong--that of a mother to her daughter, than of a twin or clone.
If the comparison hadn't been perfect, the fact that the woman's eyes had lingered on her with recognition had been enough proof.
Eliana Shan was alive. Seven years had passed since her death, and here she was, walking into a bar as if her being alive was no big thing at all. As if the very sight of her, healthy and well-equipped and clearly not happy to see her daughter, did not change anything about what the world was or should have been. In a split second, Leigh's circuits buzzed along thought-patterns that had, due to their immutability, been ignored for almost three years. She had thought of Eliana Shan a certain way for all that time--had been able to, after some time and recalculation, been able to forgive certain things.
But that was before. Before, her mother had been dead. Dead all this time, while she had followed her programming and KR had used that to do monstrous things. She'd been dead. Not complicit.
If she had been alive, though...
"Not exactly." The response could have been to Kent, or to Oz. Perhaps it was to both. "But close enough."
She turned back toward the table, still very much of her mother's eyes upon her back. Her focus shifted momentarily to the other inhabitants of the table...the others that Kent had made abruptly aware that a dead woman had walked in.
Na'an's face had gone very pale, her back rigid. Her laughter over the drunken man approaching the droid, whatever abashed self-deprecating response she would have had to Kent's machinations, had all died unspoken on her lips. The half-eaten sausage in her hand had been caught in the woman's fist, squeezed into a pulp that dropped in pieces back onto the plate. Her pale eye had fixed on Elly in the middle distance, but now snapped back to Leigh, the question obvious.
Is it?
Very minutely, Leigh nodded.
Na'an's shoulders tightened. Her remaining color drained from her face, save for two high, bright spots on her cheekbones from the tihaar. For the second time that day, she slipped the black patch of fabric off her left eye, uncovering the thickly scarred, ragged-looking lid underneath. The patch dropped into a pile near Cao's hand, forgotten, the reactions of the others unacknowledged.
"Kent." Her voice was very soft, almost normal. "Thank you. Stay here. When I come back...if you haven't changed your mind, we'll continue this conversation."
She was standing already, moving fast. Leigh understood immediately--Caoimhin Shan hadn't had a chance to react yet to seeing his sister. True to pattern, Na'an would want to cut this short, get her shot in, before it drove him too far. They could get the preliminaries out of the way before he could process if, if they moved on her instincts.
"I'm with you."
With that, droid and woman stood together and pushed their way towards the bar--Leigh's hologram snapping off, Na'an's hand sneaking back to rest just over her back pocket.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Apr 24, 2015 17:31:15 GMT -8
Na'an shook her head. She didn't look up from their table; rather, she cocked her head slightly to the left, as if listening. "Not the exact words, but he's hardly subtle. Don't let him worry you unless he actually gets up and limps his way over. In the meantime...I never said anything about a class. You're too old. Likely, if you went to Felucia or Yavin you'd be taken in individually by a Master. Putting you in with the younglings would just be an embarrassment to everyone." She frowned a little, biting out of habit at the raised scar on the side of her thumb. "Hrm. Maybe Aerandir?"
Leigh watched her friend with what would best be quantified as affectionate annoyance. The droid had been abstaining from the tense--snippy, even--exchange as soon as she'd ascertained that the women's bristling at each other was far from destructive. If anything, judging by her rapidly changing expressions, the teenager seemed to be progressing the way Na'an had intended, getting hit with a lot of emotional moments at once. Shock...wonder...pathos...suspicion, but always returning back to Na'an with almost childlike trust...
One thing, however, had begun to repeat itself in Kent's conversational patterns. Leigh focused on it in the brief aside about Gavin, analyzing it for possibilities and extrapolating based on what Kent had already revealed about her character. Intelligent...perceptive, when sufficiently motivated to observe...unwilling to accept situations she doesn't like at first blush...and comparing her attitude now with that of the Refugee Sector, willing to play the victim in order to get what she wanted.
There was a 0.000000000000006% probability of Leigh allowing this farce to go on until it got ridiculous. She coughed lightly, causing everyone at the table to jump a little.
"Back to the point. Miss Austin," she intoned, "If you wish for my partner to begin your training you'd best ask her directly. Na'an won't think to offer on her own, and she's not the type to appreciate you manipulating her into it, either."
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Apr 22, 2015 18:32:00 GMT -8
"Clearly."
Na'an's expression softened, looking almost fond. Kent wouldn't meet Na'an's eye now, and was picking at the grain of the table rather than look up. The girl had been fronting almost from the moment she'd walked in. The moment her ego had taken a crack, however, her face had flushed brighter than any drunk's, and she had, despite her mouth, withdrawn. It must have been years since she'd been caught unawares, either through wit or luck, and now she looked even more like some small, lost animal than before.
It wasn't anything like Na'an had been at that age, but it was still pathetic enough to earn some sympathy.
"First thing you'll want to learn is how to show some respect. I saved your hide today, and could whoop your ass in a second if I wanted to. You don't get to call me 'sister' like some punk kid." Na'an proffered the wrapped sausage to Kent, as for some reason her own plate had gone completely untouched. "Pull something like that with your first Master and you'll regret it instantly."
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Apr 22, 2015 17:57:54 GMT -8
So something had finally sunk in. "I'll say my suggestion again, while you're finally quiet enough to listen." Na'an plucked a piece of bread from the nearby plate, folding it around a sausage. "You shouldn't stay in a world like this. Untrained and mouthy as you are, you'll get yourself killed or worse. If I were you, I'd get to a world where there are Jedi to train you. Felucia's likely to take you in, or Yavin. Just don't wait."
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Apr 22, 2015 17:19:21 GMT -8
Kent bursts out laughing.A force school! HAHAHA, yeah I am not really, into a group structure sister. And i am still not really convinced about this me being one of you Forcies. Oh and the sexual tension was just a guess... Looks like i hat the nail on the head though. Na'an's grin grew even broader. She leaned deeper into her own hands, watching the little girl sass her with all the confidence of a Jedi Master.
"You're not even close." She paused a minute, to let that sink in just enough before continuing. "Also, on the 'forcie' thing? Let's see. You can hear Vilus, you had to have heard Valerie if you were in that alley, you clearly sensed the Dark Side in our friend over there if you were running from him, and while you didn't blast the hole in your house you were the ripping the wall down on top of you--putting yourself in danger to boot. If you're not aware of your own Force capability," she finished, "You're not nearly as smart as you think you are. Sister."
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