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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2013 18:30:13 GMT -8
As they began moving to the shuttle, the medic punched a few keys on his datapad.
"We'll have recovery vehicles here within a day or so."
He glanced over at the wrecked ship and grinned wryly.
"I'd say something about them having it as good as new, but I suspect you'd end up with more ships than you started with. Let's just say they'll fix it up fine. Now let's get you looked at."
While the lead medic began helped the Jedi over to the shuttle's medbay, his 2IC started running a scan on the cyborg.
"No need to thank us ma'am, and no need for insurance. Or experiments. We're just here to help. Eralam may be an odd robot, but he's not a particularly greedy one."
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Post by syla on May 13, 2013 3:49:11 GMT -8
*She was trying to think up a catchy comeback on the robot part. A robot controlling or protecting a planet? The idea was cooler then a cyber-western movie. And anything that is cooler then Droid Cowboys shooting eachother in a deserted town is high in the awesome ladder for Syla. She just... she was too tired to think. Tired and all that unidentified powder they were accidentally inhaling messed up her mind. All she could do was:* "A robot? Heh. El-o-el." *She felt ashamed the moment it left her mouth. The comeback was that bad. Amberresed she eyed the 2IC scanning her. Technically, she was fine. Battery on 20%, diagnostics in hands, head and neurals seemed fine, everything worked. She only had hurting, stiff muscles and an adrenaline rush that cept her going. She did shake though, unawares, her fingers trembled and leggs twitched as if she was nervous, and eyes never looked at the same thing. Her real pupill dialated. Her thoughts raced just as her body did. The pores. You know, in that guys face... gods man! They are HUGE! As if a meteor shower hit a moon. No... It WAS the moon! Not a nice moon like Yavin, more like some barren crapstain planet like... Yavin. Yavin is under attack Dudette! Holy crappy mothaload of scewer piss. What is a scewer? Whats that thing? ooooh! An 2IC! Awesome! Hope they have installed the musicplayer application... Music. I tottaly forgot half my music library in LEGO, hope he is... he is...*For a couple long seconds as the scanning was going on, the lead medic would see as the Cyberpunk padawan walked beside him slowly and staired focussed at his face, then suddenly stopped as if she forgot something. Just as the scan was done, she turned, putting the gasmask on, and returned into the smoke of LEGO. She even dropped the DC. For a short moment, there was the sounds of mechanical labor.When she returned from the ship, she had both the gasmask and a box with her. the box had a handhold on the top wich was actually a filing cabinets frontal part. The box itself was an armoured, heavy cube that was about more then a foot long on all sides. Syla herself had a HUGE grin on her face and even more distressing facial features. Eyes rapidly moving all the time, wide pupills, steps too fast, and again, huge, near comedic grin. When she returned to the slowly embarking wounded jedi and the team of medics, she waved the gasmask happily, skidding forward like a schoolgirl.* "Guys! Guys! I tottaly remember now! I hid my stash of speedup chem mix in this mask! Its the greatest hits of the greatest hits!" *Then she waved the box forward to both Josh and the medics with the grace of a boneless creature.* "Oh! And say hello to LEGO, LEGO this is everybody, Everybody, this is LEGO!" *The box did not make any apearent gesture that could indicate that the box knew anything of its surroundings. On the other hand, Syla suddenly did not feel tired at ALL. She actually contaplated on how likely she could succeed with commandeering the medical ship from the inside, piloting it back to Zavin, obliterating the mandalorian fleet with the pre-awsomified lasercannons, saving the yavinites and getting back on honoghr to smoke weed with adi just in time for cartoons. She invoked vetopower on this notion when she saw a pretty butterfly instead, and decided to write an essé reguarding the good moments in a butterflys one day long life.* |
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2013 18:40:28 GMT -8
The 2IC (short for Second in Command) took one look at the massively hopped up spacer and reached for a tranq gun. If he didn't get her heartbeat down soon, there was a good chance she'd go into cardiac arrest. He was pretty sure they could get her to cooperate in her current state by dangling something shiny in front of her face, but that wasn't the sort of thing he wanted to put up with. Fortunately, he was used to dealing with junkies. They were, after all, the second most likely demographic to be found at a crash site, right after Jedi messengers.
"Excuse me ma'am, would you be interested in trying a sample of the latest designer hallucinogen to hit the market?"
He surreptitiously hit a tiny button on the side of the small injection pistol, one that would make the liquid inside the glass vial attached glow in enticing shades of neon blue and green. To the uneducated observer, it would look like some rather trippy spice. A trained and sober observer would recognize it as cheap light tricks, but to someone even moderately high, it just looked like fun.
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Post by syla on May 17, 2013 3:08:05 GMT -8
*Syla was in a predicament. For the first, she was not a half bad medic. Having most of the usefull medical information stored on her hard drive and some combat medic experience from the Auxilary Jedi Marine Corps left her with extensive medical knowledge, digital or otherwise, so she had a good idea of what a medic might have in an injection pistol.
On the other hand, it WAS shiny...
She watched intently as the medic administered the glowy stuff, and wondered if her neck shone too. She opened the left palm, revieling a makeup kit with a small mirror.
Her neck wasnt shining.*
"Dude. My neck isnt shining..."
*She felt woozy a little bit. her thoughts were slower. The butterfly nor the shiny chems didnt intrest her anymore. She kinda decided being docile sounds like a good idea, she might just actually be sick, and all that... she followed the medics onboard with a dull face.*
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Post by Joshua on May 17, 2013 10:20:44 GMT -8
Joshua watched with a mix of resignation and amusement as Syla and the medic went through the parody of medical assistance that resulted in Syla being administered a sedative that only seemed effective in making her a little woozy. Reaching out with the Force he sent a calming wave over her in an attempt to calm her further. Unfortunately he was in no shape to administer aid to anyone and the move used up what little stores of energy he had left. Reaching the top of the ramp he faltered, swayed and would have fallen had one of the medics not had hold of his arm.
"Syla..."
His voice was weak, sounding as if it came from far away. The Force throbbed dully in him, matching the agonisingly slow heart beat that pulsed sluggishly in his breast. His mind swam, drifting away from the here and now only to snap back suddenly as he recalled something one of the medics had said.
"Eralam?"
His eyes struggled to regain their focus, weaving oddly in theor sockets as they sought, and finally found, the chief medic.
"Crazy Force-using droid? The Iron Knight?"
His voice became a bit vague and his words seemed to stumble over one another. White froth specked his lips and his head jerked on his shoulder alarmingly. Spasm wracked his body but the young Jedi didn't seem to notice.
"Dav mentioned him once... Or was it my father..."
He reached up a hand to brush a stray lock of hair out of his eyes but paused as he noticed the violently trembling appendage before his face. He frowned at the trembling hand before him, eyes confused. B now the spasms had increased, almost tearing him from the grip of the attending medic and his head lolled listlessly on his shoulders. His injuries and heavy use of the Force had taken its toll, leaving him with nothing left to keep his vital systems going.
"Whu..."
The words choked off into a strangled gasp as the Jedi collapsed into a violet fit, mouth frothing and eyes rolled back in his head so only the whites were visible. His body degenerated into jerks and spasms, as if his limbs were trying to tear themselves off of his body and flee the damage that had been caused, and his jaw locked, teeth grinding against each other with terrific force.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2013 10:57:48 GMT -8
The next few minutes were a blur of activity as the medics did their best to stabilize the seizing Jedi. It wasn't immediately apparent as to why the human was in distress, and the Force did nothing to simplify things. Still, they managed to get him strapped down to a gurney before he had a chance to seriously hurt himself, and injected enough of a chemical boost to keep his heart from palpitating. Once he was out of immediate danger, they led the sedated cyborg into the hold and tried to get her on a gurney as well. It probably wasn't necessary, strictly speaking, but it was better to have them both contained on the flight to the med center.
Alright folks, we're airborne.
As the pilot commed back to let the crew know to get ready, the crew steadied themselves. Despite the world class inertial stabilizers, there was still a little bit of bumping and rocking as the shuttle went hypersonic. The last thing they needed was for someone to slip when trying to administer an IV or something.
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Post by syla on May 22, 2013 11:06:19 GMT -8
*Syla had a hard time concentrating on what was going on. She drew back her antennas, and just humbly did what she was told. Sit down, dont move, let the nice 2IC (Now I know its second in command, was wondering) or whoever put the harnesses on her so she wont move, either from enviromental happenings (todays second crash if the mandalorians can get as they want) or to protect herself from the real danger. Herself.
Lucky for now, she didnt need help from herself, she was lost in thought. She was also high. What came out was thoughts, spoken.*
"Packadges man... Everything is about packadges. You go to the store to buy a piece of meat for dinner, and you have to buy it packadges. Damn man, the packadges that are packadging the packadged meat, is packadged for transport by the packadge company. Have you thought about that? It must be perverse on SOME level... and guess what, the materials that the packadges are made from are packadged too! Seriously, who makes all these packadges? I am sure that there is a guy sitting somewhere earning a WHOLE lotta cash from just packadging one thing into an other...
When I think about it, Packadges I mean, I mean... look at em. THey are designed too man, made for some demographic or somesuch nice big words so a target audience will want whats INSIDE the packadge. Just like people. We cloth ourselfes in packadges just so people will like us, and the wares inside the packadge wont get a nice flu...
Funny thing is... most things come in packadges. people too..."
*She was kinda talking for herself when she heard her name. Josh was talking to the medic, about some iron night (must have been one crazy night) and then he started to spasm, foam coming out. Her heart nearly stopped.
She had done a lot of blunders in her time, big ones, small ones, astronamical ones, and getting a jedi knight to OD would be somewhat high on that list. A clear and cold fear paralised the Cyberpunk Padawan. All she could do was trust the medics, lay there (or sit) harnessed to the place and not do any more damadge then she had allready done.
Gods know, she had allready done a lot on this mission alone.*
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 13:57:49 GMT -8
With the help of some fancy flying and maybe a bit of insanity, the shuttle reached the nearest hospital in record time. The pilot informed the ground crew of the status of the patients, and the copilot reported in to headquarters. It was announced before they landed that a bounty would be put out on the Mandalorians, and that the crash victims would be welcome on Dressel for as long as they wished to stay. They were also free to leave as soon as medically cleared if they so chose.
As the shuttle landed, the trauma team rushed out to meet it, ready to take the Jedi into the ER. As Syla seemed to be in less danger, she was escorted off the ship a few minutes later, though she would also be taken to the ER.
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Post by Joshua on Jun 9, 2013 14:56:43 GMT -8
He floated in a void. He'd been here before. He was starting to akin this strange sense of nothingness as the loading screen for a computer program, his mind and body on hold while the Force brought forward whatever it was to show him this time. He had to stop doing this. There must be a better way to gain insight into the will of the Force by nearly dying. If he'd had a lip he'd have twisted it in wry, sardonic amusement. Not that such feelings came to him. He was above and beyond such crude and mundane states of mind, this higher plane tolerating neither curiosity nor indifference. No room for inquisitive interest here. This was a place of absolutes. One either knew or they didn't. Either were or were not, depending on whether they had the will to be. Even this narration didn't exist. Those that read it will likely feel that it gave nothing as to the place in which this character dwelt at this time. It isn't meant to. If this paragraph leaves you scratching your head or raising your eyebrows then it done more than its job, going above and beyond the call of duty in its description. The Force can be myriad, lurid, informative, scary... but sometimes it just is. Just a blank state in which an unconscious man dwelt for a time.
A thousand years or a single instant later the blackness swirled around the non-entity that was Joshua. Similar to the blur of the stars when a ship went into hyperspace but absent and colour or light, the nothingness stirred like a restless animal in quarrelsome slumber. A subtle shift in the flow of the Force. Joshua also stirred, freed from the constrains of his spiritual pause, stretching himself forth over time and space easily having already exercised power in this form. It was easier than the last time this projecting of ones awareness, a re-enacting of his last journey through the mystical gateways that linked all things. He flexed his mind and propelled himself along, the blurring of his nonexistent surroundings twirling faster ad faster as he traversed the very nature of reality...
Joshua's body shivered on the hospital bed, a random tremble that seemed to sweep across him from head to toe before subsiding. The machines he was wired up to bleeped softy as they registered a spike in brain activity before settling again to their usual levels. The doctors had got the young Jedi stabalised but had been unable to wake him from his unconscious state. It had been several hours now and they had left him under the watchful eye of his companion who sat seemingly staring off into space, refusing to leave his side.
Bless her....
Unmindful of his body, or his friend, Joshua's essence continued to search. To his mind it seemed as though he was opening and shutting doors at several times the speed of light, flashing glances in several different realities, times and galaxy's before he found the one he wanted. Finally he found one that seemed right to him. One that was so wrong that his mind cried out mournfully, repeating to himself that this was just a possible outcome not one set in stone.
A ship blazed though the sky trailing flames that seemed to merge with the huge red orb behind the scene. Flames rose to meet the doomed wedge-shaped vessel, blackening the horizon with their ugly black smoke. The jungle burned around him as flashes of blaster fire sent out bright signatures all around. Mighty cannons roared their anger, sending blue stabs up into orbit, while fighters buzzed in the sky like gnats. More smoke rose from a temple-like structure, a might ziggurat that was all to familiar to Joshua. A home that he had always loved and cherished. A safe place no longer. His mind sought the familiar presence, the comforting strength of his former Master, finally finding him high above the destruction...
The machines beeped forcefully again and another tremor ran over Joshua's body. His eyes flickered as if trying to open but remained glued together, right cheek twitching savagely. The machines now whined and howled, causing an alert to flash in the doctors office. There was a commotion outside as they strove to react to the sudden change in vitals.
The Jedi arched his back in a spasm, hand flailing about for a one before he once again dropped still, vitals dropping to near flatline.
He followed Dav as the Jedi Master fled down a hallway, blaster fire lighting the scene with its brilliant incandescence. Dav spun, verdant saber springing to life, filling he corridor with its entrancing hum. Not many could wield the Jedi weapon like this man and the spirit of Joshua warmed with pride as he saw his Master, teacher, friend, deftly pick bolts out of the air to protect those with whom he fled. The bolts zinged back towards fearsome armoured figures, causing them to fall back around a corner for a moment.
Joshua floated there, metaphorical eyes locked on Dav as the Jedi Master turned to leave. Dav paused for a moment and looked up, directly at Joshua, eyes searching. Something passed between them, a single word, an agreement. With a grim nod Dav raised his saber and saluted the projected consciousness of his former padawaan before turning and hurrying off after the others.
As soon as the eye contact was gone Joshua was hurtling through time and space, flashing down a garish tunnel of maybe's and yet to be's, rushing through the annals of time and space until...
"Quickly!"
The word came out in a choked gasp as he reared up in the bed, pulling down the drip that was inserted in his right arm as he reached out, eyes snapping open but unfocused and vague...
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Post by syla on Jun 9, 2013 17:25:32 GMT -8
*Syla had her deamons too, but thanks to the doctors, and psychologists, therapists and substence abuse specialists, she could get back on the right track again. See, she was doing really good on corellia. Only the Endorian, and no powders, spice or even alcohol. There had been few weeks in her life when she wasnt drunk only one day, and the jedi and people on corellia helped with her stuff. She was actually starting to feel good being sober.
Then, she accidentally got high. Then again, she got high again. It wasnt helping. She again felt more alive then she had felt in a very long time. She felt like this was what she needed in grim times like these, and this was what was missing in her life. It felt liberating, as if she had left bonds behind, becoming herself again.
But just for a little while. Just while the substance was working on her mind.
She again wanted to get that feeling back, that sense of liberation atop the actual effect of the drug. She wanted to feel like no one, not even herself is restricting what Syla Ulfsdottir may or may not do. She wanted it again, and again, and now, after a long time being dry, she wanted it again.
Of course, the doctors wouldnt let her.
The first dozen hours went past fast. She felt great beside the fact that Josh was not moving. She was told several times, after asking several times, over and over again, that Josh was stable, and needed rest. Per hour. She was also talking to patients, people with minor emergencies, like, a Rodian having some kind of large infected vart, or the young couple who had tried a new kind of lubricant. Their story fascinated her, mostly because they came together, and the girl had her hand in the boys pants. It turns out, the boy in question had some kind of reading disorder, and he accidentally used glue on his manly parts before the act. Why she had her hand in his pants, instead of coming in as a wierd kind of Centaur, Syla didnt know.
Then suddenly, as if a hour went by inside a minute, she was just sitting there. The feeling of being bound, restricted, stuck ever getting stronger. She figured one more hit wouldnt hurt, she could hold better sight over Josh, be more alert if the mandalorians came again. She couldnt fall into a withdrawal if she was to make sure Josh was ok. In a sea of strangers, the two of them could only trust eachother. Just one more hit, for the good of the Jedi.
Her thoughtprocess was around that when a labcoated woman approached her and asked how she was. Mingling turned into a discussion, and that is how she learned to know the Hospital Therapist. Just in a couple of hours of talk, Syla opened up. It was not because the Therapist, there had been a lot of those before, even in the Taris lower city, there were doctors with good hearts who wanted to help. Syla just didnt want to listen. This time, it was different. She had a goal in life, somewhere to go.
So, when Josh woke up, Syla was sitting by his bed, paler then normal, sweatty, and a bit shaky. She was watching a comedy, one she liked a lot and had it stored in her Hard drive. When one has an eye inplant, watching a movie was not at all hard. Sitting there, hours and hours on end, fighting her own demon with movies and a bottle of water (sometimes puking out what she had drank in the bathroom) waiting for josh to wake up, when it actually happened, she was so supprised she fell out of her chair.
Coming to her senses fast, she got up, and screamed herself.*
"HELP! NEED HELP IN HERE!"
*The IV needle landed on the floor, and she thought fast. Standing up with a quick jerk, she grabbed Joshuas cover with one hand, and grabbed his left with the other. She put the cover on the bleeding hole where the IV had gone into his vein to stop the bleeding. Putting her own dirty, sweatty hands on an open wound would not do any good.*
"Josh, its me Syla, calm down, calm down man! You are safe, in a hospital. Safe.... Ssshhhh... its over man, everything is all right."
*She had not looked into any mirrors lately. She looked like a skeleton in a punk-person suit with bad hair and piercings. Would fit right into a B-flick horror movie.*
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Post by Joshua on Jun 11, 2013 10:06:49 GMT -8
The Force swirling suddenly in a maelstrom around the half-conscious Jedi, a savage torrent of energy that massed on an primeval level. A blind survival instinct born of panic. It slammed into Syla throwing her backwards in a hit-calling tumble towards a huge glass partition, possibly firing her right through the view-panel and into the corridor beyond. An animal snarl ground itself out through Joshua's clenched teeth as his eyes stared vacantly from his battered face. Whatever drugs the medics had used to stabilise the Jedi Knight in his exhausted coma were now disorientating him dangerously as he sat up, swaying left and right like some charmed snake. Some words muttered out as Joshua tumbled sideways to land in a half-crouch at the side of the bed, one hand palm flat on the floor.
By now the medics were surely alerted as Joshua staggered to his feet, still muttering some strange words under his breath, eyes casting about blindly for something. Anything. The Force swirled around him in a way similar to a cornered animal baring its teeth, desperate survival the only thing on its mind...
The jungles were burning. Red raging flames consumed everything, devouring all that he knew. All that he loved.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2013 10:41:51 GMT -8
In any other hospital in the galaxy, a crazed Force user would be a serious issue. In this one, it was a Tuesday. The shattering of the glass partition was followed shortly by the arrival of two massive wookiees, each one large enough to give a rancor pause. They lived for the days when out of control Force users tried to go berserk. It was Life day come early.
They approached slowly, not so much from caution as from the electromagnets in their boots, designed to hold them securely in the event of a Force push. The larger of the two, a truly impressive specimen of his species, growled for the junior of the pair to approach from the left. A human orderly stood around the corner, hypospray at the ready. If the two wookiee orderlies could subdue the man and bring him to his senses, the sedative wouldn't be necessary. If being twisted like a pretzel didn't do the trick, well, the drugs at hand would be put the guy into the next best thing to a chemically induced coma.
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Post by syla on Jun 12, 2013 16:55:12 GMT -8
"Josh, its me Syla, calm down, calm doOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW..."
*An invisible power flung her through the air, through glass, and into a wall. It all happened so fast, one moment she was trying to calm Josh down, the second she was on the ground with her back and waist numb and hurting. Her head got a good smack too and she was even more dizzy. Trying to get her directions, she attempted to get on her all fours wich resulted in several cuts on the synthskin covering her hands. Something thick and warm was dripping down her face. She had no time to look for the wound though. All the twirling and swirling through the window was the last drop.
She puked as soon as she was able to get to all fours, choughed and puked again.
When she felt nothing more would come she felt even weaker then before. The pain and the dizzyness just cept coming, and she could not get furhter up then sitting on her knees. All she did was to push herself against the wall and try to see what is happening with Joshua. Seeing as a small squad of orderlys and... WOOKIES?!?... were swarmed around him, all she was able to do was to cry out.*
"DONT HURT HIM YOU HEAR ME? DONT YOU DARE!"
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Post by Joshua on Jun 13, 2013 15:11:19 GMT -8
Joshua groped blindly, hands outstretched before him, as he staggered forwards a couple of steps. The air around him crackled and hissed with the savagery of his power, the innate talent coming to the fore in a way that he could rarely summon when conscious. The unbridled power of the young Jedi caused computer systems to flare and scramble, glass to shatter, objects to crush of their own accord, and the walls to tremble and howl mournfully. It was very close to a maelstrom of the Force, one that would be dangerous even to the heavily equipped Wookiee's that Joshua now felt approaching, backing up a step and holding his arms out to the threat that he could only feel inherent in his mind.
"Wait..."
He swayed again on his feet, trying desperately to control himself and differentiate between the two worlds in which he seemed to exist. He could feel the beings around him in the hospital, even hear Syla's desperate imploration, but all he could see was chaos and strife...
The flames tore through the jungle in a raging storm of destruction, sending oily billows of smoke into the war-ravaged skies. Starfighters zipped and zoomed through the smoke creating strange eddies and patterns within the choking pollution. Explosions bloomed in the distance as capital ships died in orbit, raining fiery debris down to the surface, kicking off more fires despite the heavy downpour. Electromagnetic flares stained the horizon, the frantic activity and carnage wrecking the equilibrium of the planet, causing lighting storms and strange micro-climates t spring up all over the place. Tectonic unrest caused savage ground-quakes that topple giant tree's and scarred the land with jagged cracks that stretched into canyons with glaring red bottoms of magma that bubbled forth to join its flaming cousin in torching the world that had birthed it.
The Jedi fought valiantly from their Temple bastion, Force users and troopers standing shoulder to shoulder to see off the faceless threat of the Mandalorians as the armoured warriors threw wave after wave at the Praxeum. Lightsabers flashed alongside the muzzle-sparks of blaster rifles, weaving this way and that as they blocked heavy fire from their attackers. As the wall of beskar drew closer the sabers sprang into even greater action, probing and stabbing as they tried to find a way through the near-impervious beskar'gam.
A sense of urgency hit him as he stood swaying in the hospital room. The broken glass on the floor began to twitch and jump across the floor as the Force once again began to lash out tumultuously, flashing around the room, throwing objects around at random. Joshua backed up another step, back bumping into the wall, hand still raised in mute supplication eyes staring about wildly.
"Wait..."
He zoomed over an unrecognisable landscape, diving through cloying smoke and skimming towering red flames. From Orbit Yavin IV had looked much like the gas giant around which it orbited, at least from his perspective in this dream. He had drove the ship, some beat up shuttle, directly down towards the Praxeum, taking fire from the Mando fleet and attracting a tail of Bess'uliik fighters. He had managed to evade them and was fast approaching his goal, crashing the ship down right outside the Great Temples Hangar. He sprang from the ship, cyan lade springing to life in his hand, and rushed to join his friends in their final stand. The defense was savage and heroic, the sense that if they held out a little longer relief would come.
He saw his friends but seemed to have lead in his boots, slowing him to the point of making no progress to rush to their aid.
He saw Dav duck under a savage slash from a massive armoured Mandalorian, deftly dragging his green blade across the Mandalorians arm, right at the elbow. The emerald energy found the weak spot in the limb, the joint where the two bits of beskar plate met, and sent the mans lower arm, beskad and all, flipping off into the burning jungle. The big man howled, his voice thundering out of his helmet comm, as Dav rolled away and up into a crouch. Joshua's former Master cast about frantically for something then found Joshua's eyes. His lips worked as he appeared to yell something but Joshua's attention was drawn to Davs right as Jago leaped from a veritable wall of blaster fire, landing feet first on a Mandalorian trying to wield a flame thrower, before leaping off again to land besides Zuli, blocking a savage slash from a black-armoured figure. A Force-powered kick from the massive Jedi Titan sent the Mandalorian sprawling as the two Jedi backed away from the incoming hoard of warriors, retreating towards the defensive line of troopers.
Joshua tried to draw on the Force to imbue his limbs with enough power to counter this inexplicable malaise but to no avail, his eyes once again finding Dav's. Again Dav yelled something, his eyes now becoming concerned. The Jedi Battlemaster bounded to his feet and advanced when all others were retreating, dancing through the Mando warriors like a ghost. He drifted through several, dropping two as he advanced before being halted by a black-clad figure wielding a nasty spiked mace on a chain. The black clad figure arced the spiked ball in, causing Dav to fall back eyes wide now with concern. He continued to yell at Joshua, gesturing frantically with his saber at something behind younger Jedi, trying to draw Joshua's sluggish attention to something. The chain from the black-clad Mando's weapon arced in, wrapping around Dav's saber, yanking down and pulling it out of line...
Josh finally got his attention to where Dav was indicating, seeing a descending swords coming towards him with agonosing slowness. Like a man moving underwater he got his saber up in time, twirling away sloppily to slash his saber across the mans visor. His maneuver left him facing back towards see Dav pulled forward off balance, Zuli, Jago and Tebana highlighted in the background by a savage explosion, desperately fending off the spiked ball with both his sabers held in a cross defense. The row of Mando warriors passed the struggling Jedi, ignoring him and marching on towards the line of defenders. All but one. A huge man in archaic grey armour turned his head, a horned helm seeming more a part of him than any kind of armour, and paused before beginning to circle Dav, watching as the Jedi Master fended off the spiked ball for a second time. Joshua tried to cry out but found his voice as sluggish as his limbs. He desperately grasped at the Force to speed his movement as he tried to rush to his friends aid but it would not come. The Force had forsaken them, he thought with something very close to despair, watching as the massive horned Mando got behind Dav.
The alarm in Joshua caused another surge of Force energy to roar out from him, slamming into those approaching him with terrific force. The glass on the floor, as well as any loose objects, flew outwards to slam into whatever was in their way. Joshua stumbled again and his voice was now panicked.
"Wait!"
With almost nonchalant indifference the two Mandalorians seemed to nod to each other, the black-clad one swinging his chain towards Dav's head while the other drew back on his beskad. Dav's sabers came up to ensnare the chain, the scissor-like move severing the beskar links and dropping the heavy spiked ball to the floor. The black-clad Mando laughed as the other thrust his weapon forward with deadly accuracy.
The tip of the blade emerged from Dav's chest, stained crimson with his blood, and continued to protrude as the big Mando drove it home. Joshua could feel the pain in his own chest but that was nothing to the pain of Tebana's scream...
It echoed through the Force with a sorrow that drove Joshua to his knee's. His souls twisted with the misery of his responsibility for the Jedi Masters death, for the pain this would cause them all. "Not just pain", the Force whispered to him, deciding now to return to point out his errors and shortcomings. "This will be the end of the Jedi. His fall with set events in motions that will cripple the Jedi all over the galaxy. The Sith will be next as the Mandalorians continue their march across the heavens, little realising that without the Force all life with cease. Everything will fall into nothingness for, without both opposites of the coin, it has no value." He watched in horror as they fell, one by one. Everything he had known and held dear falling into darkness first, then nothingness. A deadly lack. An absence of. A void...
His hand in this would lead to the doom of them all. He would have to tread his path carefully he would...
The Force had exploded out from him at Dav's death in the dream, the pain and suffering so intense that it could not be contained within one vessel. It projected outwards, even crippling the massive Wookiee's, this kind of turmoil undefended by clever use of mag-boots. The pain and despair flew outwards like the ripple from a stone thrown in a pool, touching everything as it splashed outwards.
This was getting dangerous now and Joshua dropped to his knee's with a ragged howl...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 21:46:44 GMT -8
The wookiee orderlies went down and stayed down. None of their wounds were serious, but they knew better than to antagonize the patient any further. The human orderly on the corner hit the panic button. The ward would be evacuated where possible, and the rooms where they couldn't be, the rooms would locked down. and the response teams would be called. The goal was to get everyone, even the hostile patient, out alive, and their response was geared towards that. Time to arrival: 4 minutes.
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Post by Joshua on Jun 29, 2013 15:14:36 GMT -8
Oblivious to the turmoil his emotions were causing his surroundings Joshua fell forward from his kneeling position, managing to get both hands out in front of him to avoid landing flat on his face. Blood dribbled from his mouth from where he had bitten his lip, mixing with his saliva to form a frothy pink pool on the pristine white floor. His hair drooped over his face as the pulse of the vision beat deafeningly in his ears like the ancient drum of some barbaric deity. The Force continued to swirl around him with reckless abandon, as if dancing to the drum beat that sounded with virulent garrulousness, its song a constant stream of cause and effect as it unveiled possible outcomes to him. Precognition over such a time span played hell with ones senses as all the webs of alternate realities soared off in different directions, the Force attempting to show him every one at once, not understanding that his mortal mind could not see time in one big piece as the Force probably did. Like waterfall time flowed, the top being yesterday the bottom being today. Joshua existed in one of the drops, travelling the journey in his own moment, seeing only from his own moment as it progressed from A to B. All the other motes meant nothing to him from his own bubble, his own perspective, only interacting with his own timeline in the most fleeting of ways. To see the overall flow was possible from within and the Force knew it. So it removed him from the flow, placing him in the void. A place he had known before...
I knew you'd be here...
His voice echoed strangely through the Force, somewhat muted compared to the usual way he and his Jedi allies communicated through the myriad energy field. Also, unlike in reality, the Force her transmitted actual words and phrases not impressions and compulsions. It was the only way to communicate in this place outside of time, outside of reality. This place that the dead inhabited.
=And'ru Kierra-Solo=
I'm never very far away from you, son.
The voice floated to Joshua, coming from besides him. Or would have if Joshua had a "beside". His consciousness floated there not his body. A luminous being of thought and mind. Sustained by the Force itself. To his view, again a matter of perspective, he saw the glory of the universe before him as if viewing it from the outside. Stars birthed, lived and died in a mad rush of continuity. Nothing ever ending as the maelstrom of creation continued to expand, spreading forth to fill the nothingness within which Joshua and his father currently dwelt.
=And'ru Kierra-Solo=
Beautiful isn't it.
A statement not a question. Indeed there was no denying the observation as fabulous colours erupted at various points as creation raced to fill everything with the joy of life while destruction sought to balance everything with death. Opposing forces working in harmony while in between...
=And'ru Kierra-Solo=
See how the Force binds it all?
Joshua's perceptions shifted slightly and he seemed to zoom in towards the mass of stars. Somehow maintaining his absence from what he saw he zoomed closer, then closer still. The web of writhing strands he had first noticed with this new found sight grew larger and larger until he saw that each strand was made up of thousands, if not millions of smaller strands. As if it were a rope. He had seen this before too though not in so much detail. As he had floated dying near Taris, awaiting another rescue from Dav, he had seen something very similar. The interconnection web of the Force permeating all things with its tender embrace, guiding life through its various incarnations. It also governed death, making it just another step in the journey towards the absolute. A comforting notion and one that the Jedi had believed for thousands of years.
This time they went deeper, his understanding of how prevalent the Force was, how much it actually had a hand in things, becoming more profound. The wriggling, expanding, shifting, growing tendril of each strand swapped and gyrated madly as it sought this and that with which to influence. Every now and then the strands would shine, a suffuse glow seeming to come over them and, for a while, they moved with purpose.
What's happening there?
He drew his fathers attention to where he was "looking" with a thought, indicating one of the strands that had become still and glowed softly with a pulsing amber light. He thought he knew the answer but wanted it confirmed by the presence floating next to him.
=And'ru Kierra-Solo=
It is being manipulated by a Force User.
Came the voice, confirming what Joshua thought as he watched the pulsing tentacle curiously. It seemed to throb as it pulsed, growing a little and causing the tendrils around it to glow faintly. With a intense sucking sound the mass of writhing tentacles expanded suddenly, growing outwards to reach further into the expanding universe. It grew and prospered and suddenly Joshua knew another truth.
It is dependent on those touching it to sustain itself.
He marveled at the revelation feeling a sense of warmth flow through him as he perceived his fathers approval and pride at his astute observation.
=And'ru Kierra-Solo=
The Force feeds off those who use it. Its a two-way street. Always. Even the darkside.
The young Jedi Knights attention was drawn to another strand, this one suffused with a vivid red glow. Its lines were jagged and frayed, its movements jerky and sudden, as if being yanked about by a violent child abusing his toys. His perspective zoomed back out suddenly, showing one of the main strands as it sought to counter the work of one of its fellows. Life and death working to oppose one another yet acting in accordance and harmony in the grander scheme of things. Perfection.
=And'ru Kierra-Solo=
The greater the use, the greater the understanding of that use, the greater the benefit to the Force itself.
Again they zoomed in, again they witness the strands of stuff that was the Force in its raw form. Again this was a matter of perception. Joshua instinctively knew that this was not how it really was but rather an illusion to facilitate the understanding of what he needed to know. A way for his mortal mind to perceive a truth that would normally be beyond him. His mind marveled at the subtle creativity the Force could employ when it wanted to make a point. The point that came into Joshua's awareness with a bang.
Without sentient's to interact with the Force the Force ceases to exist! It will be there in some small way, animals that hunt through the Force, but without those of us that actively engage in its application...
The ghostly voice of his father drifted back, finishing the sentence.
=And'ru Kierra-Solo=
It won't be strong enough to maintain all that creation has already set in motion. It cannot hold up the weight that already exists...
The strands fell dark now, ceasing their movements and falling limps across each other. The universe too started to go out, each light blinking out as the very substance of its existence fell quiet. The process he had been watching seemed to reverse as the light stopped expanding, letting darkness lap at its shores as the tide turned and the steady consumption of everything that was took a hold. The void spread, but it was a new void. A void absent even the dead who could appear there at times. Even they would fall victim to the ultimate absence. The lacking of anything. The abyss itself made real.
And'ru spoke again, his voice more distant this time, as Joshua's consciousness soared back to the land of the living. The void faded behind him to be replaced by a strange keening sound that very nearly masked out his fathers words.
=And'ru Kierra-Solo=
If the Jedi fall now everything else falls with them.
The keening sound grew louder as sensation returned to him, the alarms raging in the med canter due to his outbursts. His eyes were closed tight and his teeth clenched savagely, causing him to take a moment to force them open. The thin dribble of blood still pooled before him on the white floor, no bigger than before telling him that everything in the vision had happened in an instant. His body ached from where he had been tensed up and his mind was fatigued beyond words. He fervently prayed that the Force would leave him alone to gather his wits and not propel him once again into a mystical journey across space and time.
With some considerable effort he pushed himself upright then onto his feet. Syla was staring at him from where she had been thrown into the wall previously, on her knee's and looking rather pale as her mouth moved frantically, yelling something it seemed. Some of the doors had slammed shut but the one to his room hang ajar, torn from its housings as it had attempted to close by one of his savage flailing. The Wookiees howled mournfully at the noise and rolled to the relative protection of the doorway, standing up and ducking back out of sight to leave Joshua standing on his own in the room, swaying lazily on his feet, a look of inhuman understanding on his face. He looked mad, his eyes burning with what seemed to be religious ecstasy, or maybe fanatical insanity. It was hard to tell.
He reached for Dav but found pain and death blocking him from making any contact. So it had begun, he thought grimly as another presence intruded itself on him. Perhaps linked by their love for Dav, him being a common theme for both of them, or maybe due to his emotional turmoil being detected by one as astute as he for such things, Joshua's mind was drawn across the stars to touch Alexis Karidian. Dav's current apprentice, seventeen years old and showing so much promise, returned the touch instantly, two hands clasping together in the Force. He smiled as he swayed there, sending warmth and love to offset the pain and fear she must have surely sensed from him, watching with abstract interest as armoured bodies arrived in the doorway to his room. He smiled and reached harder for Alexis, asking her to come and help him save the universe, to save a man they both loved and respected beyond the ability to articulate, even in the vaults of their minds. Joshua watched curiously as the leader of the men in armoured suits stepped into the room a pace, mouth moving as he demanded something that Joshua could not understand. He was on a higher plane now and anything these funny little people said made no sense. If one were to talk to a flower would it understand? Does a flee know the dog it bites? Such abstracts made so much sense to him now as he watched the man yell something again, his face now stern and threatening. Joshua smiled again, reaching out to Alexis with renewed effort, hand coming up as his did so to, moving up towards the aroured man.
With blinding speed the man, head of security in the med center, drew his sidearm in one smooth motion and fired at Joshua's neck. The young Jedi's eyes went wide and his mouth opened to hang agape at the mans action. His hand flexed once and wavered as he reached across the galaxy mightily, focusing on the pale face with massive brown eyes framed by dark brown, nearly black hair. She seemed to smile at him as is mouth worked numbly for a moment, opening and closing like Guppy fish at feeding time. His hand still stretched out as if groping with longing for something just out of reach before finally going limp, dropping down to hang uselessly at his side. His eyes blinked owlishly as he managed to croak an...
"Oh..."
... before toppling to the ground in a heap with the tranquilizer dart throbbing at his jugular.
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Post by syla on Jul 7, 2013 9:42:19 GMT -8
For Syla, the involuntary Force Mealstorm was Hell.
Her mind melded with the cybernetics in her body went beserk. everything at once wanted to work, but lacking the propper power, instead they switched between active and deactive modes. Fast. Very Very Fast. Her constant link to the comm net and Holonet was giving her flyby imidges in the cybernetic eye and in her mind translated by the modem in her spine. She saw movies, commersials, game shows, sitcoms, news, Holo-shop, reality TV, music videos, Holo Series, horror, thriller, comedy, action, adventure, sci-fi, historic, learning chennel, gaming. She listeneded to metal, RnB, house, classical, jazz, disco, raggie, talk shows on the voice-only, she heard and saw all, but one second at a time, three different feeds at once. All sounds came from her ear implant, while her mind was blasted through the modem, and half her vision through her cybernetic eye. Her hands went berserk, the saw nearly cut her own leg, the lasercutter cut into the floor, the mechanical lockpick twirled, reoppened and reclosed, the electric lockpick jolted her with little strands of electric code trying to open non existing doors, the beskar blade jumped in and out of her arm, the needle was spraying a nurrishment and vitamin mix all over the floor, the "Frack You'" hologram was flickering on and off, and her muscles were tensing and releasing, always just a couple of muscles at a time.
She screamed.
Nobody heard her plea, the Mealstorm was making too much sound and she was too weak...
and then it stopped.
She was on her knees where she had landed from the innicial blow, she was pale, yes, she was also crying. The world had stopped so suddenly, all sounds, all activity subsided, it was silent, and she was so thankfull. what she spoke when josh looked upon her was simply a plead for her life.*
"Stop... please... stop..."
*She felt bad for being thankfull. She was ooh so thankfull when Josh hit the floor. Her friend and fellow jedi, and she was there, thanking the security personell for taking out her only partner in this fracked up mission.
She was carried away, shaky and weak. She made no resistence, she just wanted to be left alone somewhere.*
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Post by Joshua on Jul 11, 2013 15:05:24 GMT -8
While Joshua swam in the murky depths of unconsciousness, heavily restrained to a bed, and Syla rested in an adjacent room, resting from her own ordeal, the security detail stood outside in the corridor looking down the hallway at an area of the hospital that looked like it had been hit by an orbital bombardment. Both Wookiee orderlies had been seen to, needing their own rooms in which to recover from their injuries, and more than a dozen more were also being treated for various injuries suffered at the hands of the unconscious Jedi knight. While there had been no deaths Joshua would be horrified to know the damage that his actions, involuntary as they may have been, had been the cause of so much strife and damage. The nightmares and demons that the young Jedi housed, garnered from countless hardships he had been forced to endure in his relatively young life, had been added too today as the cost of his visions came back to haunt him, as they surely would some day. It was something he would have to face, and if there was one in the galaxy that had faced his fair share it was Joshua Kierra-Solo...
A voice, raised in anger, cut through the meeting of security personnel as a large man wearing a blast helmet jabbed a inger at the door to the young Jedi's room. His face was mottled with barely controlled rage and his eyes bulged dangerously. Jamielle Platt. His brother had been one of those injured by the Jedi's actions.
=Jamielle=
"Its too dangerous having him here! You saw what he did, Pierre! If he wakes up he can be out of those restraints in seconds and burning up another part of the hospital!"
He gestured wildly as he spoke, spittle flecking his lips as the adrenaline still surging through his system sent him wild with heightened emotion. He spoke to Mester Joran, the chief of security and the man who had finally managed to put the Jedi down with a well placed tranquiliser dart. He stood in front of Joshua's door with his massive arms folded across his chest, listening to the objections of his team.
=Jamielle=
"Its better we deal with him now while we still can..."
He turned now to appeal to his colleagues, eyes becoming beseeching as he put forward his case, a case that was becoming more and more sinister by the moment.
=Jamielle=
"Even if the Jedi receive our message they won't be here for another couple of days. We can't keep him tranqued for all that time and we certainly can't allow him to wake up..."
There was a murmuring of agreement from the crowd of security personnel as well as some dark, knowing looks exchanged. While perhaps not thinking bloody murder it was obvious they had something rather depraved in mind and there were several types of drugs that could be found in this hospital that may suit their purposes. A man waking up in the lower levels of Breehara with no memory of having got there seemed a possible solution to a few, amnesia being a relatively easy condition to induce. Should the Jedi turn up looking for one of their own they could easily point to the damage and say "We tried to stop him."
Chief Joran shook his head slowly, maintaining his position in front of the door despite the continuing opposition to his stance.
=Joran=
"I don't like what you're suggesting here, Jamielle. Now back off and stop with this rabble rousing."
He unfolded his arms and stood there as if ready for a fight. Several of the crowd baked up a bit, not wanting any part of the stocky security chief, but the majority held their ground as Jamielle stepped forward, nose-to-nose with Joran. They began a shouting match that echoed down the hallway, attracting more to the debate.
The noise would likely wake Syla one room down and signaled a very dangerous situation. The amount of people affected by the Jedi's "breakdown" was considerable and the security chief, along with a very small amount of rational-thinking beings, were in the minority when it came to the well being of their controversial charge. If something was done quickly, if the Jedi wasn't taken from this perilous situation sharpish, then he may never awake from this drug-induced coma...
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Jul 11, 2013 17:12:18 GMT -8
A specially modified X-wing swooped in landing close by the field hospital that had been set up. Alexis powered down her systems while instructing an overly-twittery Arr-8 to keep things on stand-by just in case she needed to leave quickly. It had not taken her long to pinpoint the source of the vision she’d involuntarily been swept into on Osarian.
She jumped to the ground and straightened her tunic deciding to leave her outer robe in the cockpit of her fighter as its length and voluminous sleeves could get really obnoxious. Besides, she was not in a mood to hide. Something had told her she needed to get here fast. Joshua had told her that. With a firm step she headed toward the hospital, reaching out in the Force to see if she could locate him.
At first, I was at a loss. This place was not familiar to me. And then I found him, but he was wrong. Dead? My eyes widened as I made a quick left down a corridor. No, he was in a coma, judging by the last thing I had seen on Osarian, he had been drugged. The vision had ended so abruptly I had thought perhaps he’d been shot at the time. I paused, then ducked back into a doorway. There were guards just down the way. I sighed. This didn’t look like it was going to be clearcut. So, left hand at my side, I unobtrusively gestured towards an alarm down a side corridor and flipped the connection inside it with the Force. Simple exercise in minor telekinesis, but I needed a distraction. As soon as the guards looked to see who was in imminent danger of dying, I slipped past them down the hall and into what I could only guess was Joshua’s room judging from the conversation that was clearly audible as I stepped inside. It seemed like I hadn’t arrived a moment too soon. I couldn’t resist glancing at Josh’s comatose form…don’t ask me why. But I quickly replaced my attention on the two arguing: Jamielle and Joran. Silently as a shadow, I stepped forward, hands loose at my sides, but resting very close to my lightsaber. An odd feeling of calm suddenly washed over me, my surroundings standing out with startling clarity.
Dark brown eyes sparkling with inner fire gazed out of Alexis’ pale face as she stood her ground in front of two men who were both not only taller than her, but also older. She blew a wisp of hair away from her face as she spoke quietly, with an odd authority that seemed to belong to one far older than herself.
“Joran is right. That would be a very bad idea…”
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Post by syla on Jul 13, 2013 12:28:28 GMT -8
*Syla was watching a Cyberpunk movie, living through the perills of not being high, inclouding sweatting, shaking and all that jazz. She was doing good, she drank a lot of fluids. She wasnt reguarded as any threat, since she was just seen as some kind of helper to the jedi, or the jedi-s little "do a good per day" project. Intesting cybernetic setup, but not much to notice.
She herself figured that they were the safest they could be, considering the circumstances. Clearly, a hospital with good sense for security, even if Josh nearly trashed the place with the force. Lucky for Syla and Josh, they were not hiding from forceusers, but mandalorian soldiers... and they were easier to fight then sith. More importantly, as it turned out, the security sistems were very well worked out. Cameras and some sensors even were well placed, and the compound was well monitored. Syla knew this, she had time to hack in on the sistem through her own camera in her room. The hacking probe she had in one of her fingers helped a lot, as she connected to the sistem through a wire at first. She manadged to get in on her section of the security database, and set up a loop of her sleeping that was allready stored in the database. Using the cameras wire and signals, she could piggyback hacking commands and software to the security database and start a hack. In a couple hours, she had viewing privilidges and a wireless connection set up to the hospital mainfraim. This move got her the mobility she might need if they got under attack and still be connected to the mainfraim. She also had detailed schematics, personal files of employees and in a couple hours, access to door controll.
She was ready to move them out of this hospital if it was attacked by mandalorians. She was ready to protect a Jedi. To protect a protector.
She was sad to hear that the people she would have to protect Josh from were the people supposedly keeping him alive. It saddened her as she listened to the discussion outside.
Noting an alarm going off not far away, she knew she had to move. Maybe those that wished harm upon josh and her were allready making their move, making distractions for their ill deeds to be hidden behind. Even worse was if the mandalorians found them, but there was no indication of that. No cameras were showing any armed forces, and there were only three people standing outside Joshs door. She quickly ran her own facial recognition program with the hospital database and found the names of the culprits. Jamille Platt and Chief Joran. If this discussion escolated more, they could get into trouble quickly. She had to act fast. Raising a finger to her mouth, the top lid slid off and a mic was seen. She connected to the mainfraims intercomm sistem and found the soundblasters for this corridor.*
"Security Chief Joran and Jamille Platt is to report to the Chief of medivines office without delay."
-Corridor intercomm-
Security Chief Joran and Jamille Platt is to report to the Chief of medivines office without delay.
*if she could get those away, she could maybe distract the unknown person and then hide Josh while she gets their stuff from lockup.*
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