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Post by Trull Ordo on Sept 3, 2013 13:34:09 GMT -8
It wasn't long before one of the Shields, a young man named Gral, sang out that he had spotted structures at some distance. Immediately, the dropship sank towards the ground and buzzed low over the grass until was a little over a kilometer away from the place, on the western side of a hill mounted with a small grove. The Shields were out and moving in seconds, weapons at the ready as they slid through high grass and approached the hill. They were silent, watching their readouts for any sign. Trull was, of course, in the lead, and as he crested the hill he laid himself flat, trusting the others to follow his example. Peering through the grass, Trull got his first proper sight of the structure: a wrecked homestead, destroyed speeders, signs of ruin and wrath.
Another broken home? Trull mused, heart aching.
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Post by Malystrix on Sept 12, 2013 13:41:44 GMT -8
"Balind." The warrior's stern voice cut through the laughter of the men gathered round the fire, silencing them. One and all their attention turned to the Miraluka, expressions souring. Only Balind himself seemed unperturbed by the interruption.
"What is it, Malystrix?" The bearded giant of a man asked, folding his massive arms over his chest. His dress was indistinguishable from that of the men gathered behind him: a shirt of ringmail beneath a patchwork of leathers and skins; heavy, steel-toed boots; and a heavy, earth toned cloak that had been dyed with an extract from the norris root, rendering it highly resistant to energy-based weapons. The only thing that set Balind apart from the men he led was his gargantuan size- he stood nearly seven feet tall- and his weapons. Where most of the Companions wore a Cycler rifle slung over their shoulder and either a vibroblade or war-axe holstered on their belt, Balind favored a massive battleaxe and carried a DL-44 blaster pistol on his hip.
"A force of Mandalorians are approaching our position," Malystrix replied, pointing toward the direction they were come from. "No more than a fourth of a kilometer from us."
Balind stroked his wiry beard in contemplation. "How many men?"
"No more than a dozen."
"Pah!" He boomed, face splitting into a grin. "Hardly a threat. If they encroach on our position we'll send them packing ."
Malystrix sighed and adjusted the piece of cloth tied over his empty sockets. Balind's thickness could be irritating at times, but his arrogance was not entirely misplaced. They'd had several skirmishes with Mandalorians since being contracted into the Republic forces, and routed them each time. In truth, he was beginning to wonder if he'd made a mistake joining up with these sell-swords. He had thought to find a foe worth facing in this war, but so far his search had brought him nothing but bitter disappointment. Laying his left hand on the pommel of Reikon's hilt, the Miraluka shook his head in the face of their laughter.
"I believe these Mandalorians may be Shields." Most of the men wore smiles of contempt, a few had chuckled along with their commander. At this latest information, though, they fell silent. The nature of their smiles shifted to grim anticipation.
"Aye, now that is interesting." He said softly. "You're sure?"
"Yes."
"Very well!" He turned back to face his men. "You heard him, boys. This is what we've been waiting for...let's fall back from this position. I want four of you up in those windmills. Make sure you've got a decent view of the property. I want two men positioned in the shed, as well. Move."
They moved. Swiftly, and with expressions of grim resolve on each of their faces. The double row of windmills were mostly decayed, but they were able to find their way up into their heights. One man in each of the windmills in the row closest to the valley, with the two in the center left empty. The two men that went to the shed began heaving the skeleton of a speeder bike toward the entrance, setting it as the base for the rest of their fortifications. Malystrix, Balind, and three other men were left standing in the center of the property.
"You four are with me," He said. "If they wish to parlay, we'll do so in the house. If not, it will provide excellent cover."
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Post by Trull Ordo on Sept 12, 2013 20:40:10 GMT -8
Alright boys, came Trull's voice, low and commanding. Each of his men would be hearing his words privately in their helmets, but nobody outside their armor would be able to hear anything. Rallic, Dassec, and Gral, activate stealth and set up an overwatch here. The rest of us are going down there to have a chat. Koman and Kamin, hang back and set up some booby traps to cover us if we have to bug out in short order, and ping them so we can see them coming. Savvy all? He received a chorus of acknowledgments, and then ten of the thirteen warriors stood. With Trull at their head, they came trotting down the slope in two columns, fanning out as they approached. Trull carried his carbine, with shield and spear slung on his back.
One of the men waiting for them was huge. Taller than Corvo, even, and carrying an axe of similarly gigantic proportions. He looked like the leader, and so Trull aimed towards him. Fan out, besbe hot. These boys were packing serious kit. The chances of a friendly chat were shrinking, and Trull began praying under his breath.
All-fearful Lord, lead us to glory and righteousness in your name; for what it's worth. All this for you; all these lives for you. I hope you know.
With ten or twelve meters between them, Trull and the Shields slowed and came to a stop. Trull took three steps, and was about to speak - and then he realized he was fumbling for words. After all, what was he to say? This land might very well actually belong to these men, which meant that the Shields were trespassing, and on the orders of an Empire that had no claim to this planet.
In that moment, Trull realized - he was almost certainly walking into a battle. Was that Kad's will? Sending him here simply to purge this handful of aruetiise? It seemed trivial for a true Priest of Kad, but... at the same time, it was not Trull's duty to question. His was to believe and obey, and his obedience was to lead his men into battle wherever he was called.
That still did not solve the issue of what he was to say. In an instant, Trull decided to go with bold honesty. Stepping forward, both hands resting on his carbine, he declared, "My name is Trull Ordo, Priest of Kad'Harangir. I come in the name of Mand'alor Ashrah Intalbo. Who are you, and who is the leader among you?"
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Sept 13, 2013 19:27:03 GMT -8
Technically speaking, this land belonged neither to the Shields, nor to the Companions. The deed to this homestead was under a specific name, and right now there was only one man who could lay claim to that name. That man was Caoimhin Shan, a fallen Jedi Knight who had earned his redemption during the Siege on Yavin IV. And he was there on the homestead that day, searching for something that he had lost, half a lifetime ago.
He was inside the house, in the blown-out living room, searching through the weathered debris. He could sense the others all around him; it would have been hard not to. But he didn't care. He was focused on finding something..
There.
The gleam of something metallic shone through a gap in the rubble, and as he cleared it away, the hilt of a lightsaber was revealed.
His mother's lightsaber.
A wave of long-buried sadness emanated from him, before he pushed it aside. He picked it up in his natural right hand, a small smile gracing his lips at the unknown, yet strangely familiar feel of its hilt in his palm.
He had found what he was looking for. His father's original lightsaber had been destroyed long ago; the one he had carried around since then, lost in the jungles of Yavin IV, and later gone on a quest to recover, was Cao's own hand-built imitation. But here was a genuine article.
He stood back up again, feeling all the warriors around him, and walked over to the hole in the wall, staring out at the gathered masses. He didn't care if they saw him or not. He didn't even care if they sought conflict with him. This was home; this was where he had grown up. If they sought to bring it to even further ruin, he would make them sorely regret it.
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Post by Malystrix on Sept 19, 2013 12:21:55 GMT -8
He was aware of the young man lingering within the ruins of the house, of course; through his force sight he had watched the human- obviously force sensitive- search through the debris and recover the lightsaber. But he hadn't reported his presence to the rest of the Companions, for the simple reason that he did not wish to interfere with the man's mission. Now, however, it was impossible to ignore him. Malystrix, Balind, the two other Companions were nearly upon him when he suddenly appeared in the doorway.
"Who in Chaos is this then!?" Balind growled, grabbing the haft of his axe. Malystrix swept one hand out in front of the group, urging them not to draw their weapons.
"He owns this land." The warrior spoke softly, but his words stopped the group short.
Balind cursed. "Aye, what a fine mess this is." He turned to Malystrix. "Why didn't you mention his presence earlier?"
To this, the warrior could offer only a shrug. "I did not wish to interrupt him in his task."
"And what task would that be?" Balind asked the man in the doorway, folding his massive arms over his chest.
Malystrix wandered to the other side of the house, in the direction of the advancing Mandalorians. Tightening the straps of his tooled leather armor, settling Reikon at his side, the Miraluka blew out a low sigh and continued to observe. Watching the three warriors that remained on the ridge, and the rest descend on the encampment in two ordered columns, he knew his earlier theory had been correct. These were Shields, the elite Mandalorian warriors that had become feared for their prowess in battle. What were they doing here, though?
By the time the Mandalorians had reached the ruins of the house Balin had stepped back outside. The four men formed up in a loose group, none of the strict discipline of the Mandos exhibited in their movements, but instead the lean movements of predators. Only Malystrix stood straight-backed among them, his head bowed and his left hand laying easily on the pommel of his blade. It was Balin that took a step forward to meet Trull.
"We're the Companions, Mandalorian, and I'm Balind, their Harbinger."
The big man held out his hand, his gaze even on Trull's buy'ce.
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Post by Trull Ordo on Sept 19, 2013 19:59:44 GMT -8
Companions? Trull knew that name. A corps of elite mercenaries. They'd hired themselves to the jetiise and had clashed with Mando'ade several times before, each time claiming the victory. They were undeniably skilled. Destroying them would be a great blessing to Trull's brothers. Muting his external speakers, Trull quickly gave orders. Combat ready boys, here we go.
Corvo, standing behind Trull at his left, cut in. Trull, there is another man inside. I do not think he is one of them.
Does he seem hostile?
I do not think so, but I am not able to see him very clearly.
Keep an eye on him and keep us updated. Gral, you copy that?
The young scout's voice sounded loud and clear in every Shield's helmet. Sure do, Chief. I've got an infrared scope and a verp round with his name on it if this goes ugly.
Don't engage yet.
His head cocked to one side, Trull slung his carbine back and retrieved his spear. He held it like a walking stick in his left hand, and stepped forward to where Balind held out his hand. Agreeably enough, Trull reached out and took the offered handshake.
"Harbinger, I do believe we're enemies. Isn't that curious." Trull clenched his hand tightly, putting all the strength of his crushgaunts into demolishing the bigger man's hand and stabbing his spearhead up at Balind's exposed neck, aiming to sever the jugular and leave Balind as a bleeding mass on the ground.
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Sept 20, 2013 8:41:22 GMT -8
He hadn't imagined that his presence would go unnoticed forever, least of all when he had displayed himself so prominently in the blown-out wall. His Jedi robes were somewhat muted by the shadow, but they became more evident as he stepped out into what he had once known as his backyard. The smile that graced his face was peaceful, but not the usual mind-sickeningly placid grin of a typically holier-than-thou Jedi.
"To recover what was once was lost," He replied to the man, making a slight motion with his right hand, revealing the hilt of his mother's lightsaber. He kept it at his side, though, unlit, non-threatening. He asked no more questions, watching as the Mandalorians approached, his Force sense filling with dread, a dark wind rising that mirrored the gathering storm to the east. His heterochromatic eyes narrowed as the Mandalorian took the handshake..
..and proceeded to assault the man who had just spoken to him.
Of course it would come to blows, here, he mused to himself as his synthetic left hand shot up, palm out towards the Mandalorian. This was where he had seen his first death.
He let loose with a powerful, concentrated Force Push aimed at the Mandalorian's breastplate, a narrow tunnel of wind with enough power to easily lift a normal man off his feet.
This was where he had tasted his first kill.. And the bones of the fallen had not escaped his eye.
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Post by Malystrix on Sept 25, 2013 18:24:52 GMT -8
"Harbinger, I do believe we're enemies. Isn't that curious."
"CONTACT!"
There was a series of loud -kaTHUMPs- as the three Companions all made use of their underslung grenade launchers, firing explosive rounds into the dirt just in front of the Mandalorian's feet. Malystrix drew Reikon with lightning speed, the blade ringing as it left its scabbard. His mouth was set in a grim line, his face a mask of resolve. The battle was joined, and it was time for him to go to work. Unmoving he scanned the battlefield with his Sight, waiting to be engaged or to find one worthy of engaging.
The two Companions stationed in the shed had managed to overturn a skeletal speeder and pile other odds and ends around it, forming a rather sturdy barrier. They crouched behind it know, resting their rifles atop it as they poured fire into the Shields' formation. The four men in the windmills also went to work, picking their shots carefully, aiming for visors and joints and other exposures in the Mandalorian's armor- they'd been fighting them for months now, so they were practiced at this sort of thing. Experienced snipers nearly as familiar with a set of gam as the Mando's themselves. |
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Post by Trull Ordo on Sept 28, 2013 8:26:43 GMT -8
Almost as soon as he felt the spear blade open Balind's neck, Trull was battered back by an invisible fist, sent sprawling and tumbling back. He lost his grip on the spear and rolled, coming back up into a combat crouch with carbine poised for action. As Balind had screamed, his Shields had gone to work. Ten soldiers, all heavily armed and ready to rock and roll.
In his ear Trull heard Gral hissing as he opened fire, weapon dealing silent death as he followed through on his promise to fire on the man in the house, the man who had attacked Trull. As soon as he had taken that shot, the snipers in the windmills were beginning their attack, and Gral turned his attention to them, with Rallic spotting shots for him and providing some light support. Prone next to the two snipers, Dassec armed his DLT-19 and began to pour fire down into the four Companions outside the building, plastering the entire area with heavy blasterfire.
The air rippled around Corvo as his shield came to life, and he slung the massive sword down from his back. With a roar, the huge man went tearing towards the Malystrix, sword held at his hip like a spear to spit a boar. Two Shields turned and attacked the Companions behind the speeder, one dropping into a mobile crouch to provide cover fire from behind his shield, while the other ran a wide flank with a Ripper in his hand, lobbing a concussion grenade at the barrier. These three were the only ones to fully avoid the grenade blasts, however: the rest of the Shields were either staggered or truly thrown back. One of the Shields took a grenade to his chest, and his memory would be sung later. The other Shields recovered quickly, attempting to form a shield line and return fire into the homestead. They were taken unawares by the sniper fire.
Two Shields were taken down at the outset by the sniper fire from the windmills. The other three huddled together, forming an armored knot that curved to face both homestead and windmills as best it could. One of the Shields, a brawny man named Iskar, hefted a light missile launcher onto his shoulder, over his shield. The weapon gave a whoosh and one of its deadly gifts hurtled up to detonate one of the windmills into lovely pieces. Beside him, Kamin hurled a pair of concussion grenades at the other windmills from behind his shield while Koman tossed a frag grenade at the homestead, aiming to shred the four men standing outside it.
Trull himself had sprayed a few shots at the Companions in front of the homestead before he took two shots on his chest piece and was reminded of his shield. The heavy piece felt reassuring on his arm. It was time to do Kad's work. The Priest slung his carbine onto his back again and began to sprint forward towards the homestead, just as Koman's grenade detonated. Trull heard shrapnel ping away from his lifted shield. As he passed Balind's body the Priest ripped his spear free and bulled towards the men outside the building. The one farthest to the left stood farthest forward, and so was his first target. With shield lifted just high enough to be a guard and not obscure his vision, and with spear held low for stabbing, Trull charged.
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Post by Caoimhin Shan on Oct 1, 2013 19:38:12 GMT -8
His danger sense flared, just as it had thirteen years ago on this same spot. He didn't hear the shot being fired, but he knew it was coming and reacted before he even had the time to consciously think it through.
There was no time for his hand to come up. There wasn't even time for his eyes to move over before his mind took action. The Verpine round whistled through the air towards him at ludicrous speeds, then simply .. stopped. That was when his head turned, his mismatched eyes focusing on the still-spinning projectile. It wasn't the first time a sniper had attempted to take his life on this very homestead. This sniper, at least, had not been responsible for the murder of his mother, and the attempted murder of his little sister.. so there was no venom in what he did next.
The projectile turned on its center, orienting back to the way it came, and launched itself again, just as it had thirteen years ago. He offered a sad smile at the sniper as the Verp round rocketed through the air, towards the man who had just pulled the trigger on the gun from which it had originated. He wasn't sure if the sniper would see his small conveyance of condolences or not, but he no longer had time for that.
His thumb depressed the activation stud on his mother's lightsaber, and the snap-hiss was followed by a familiar thrumming, one he hadn't heard in over a decade. He knew his own weapons quite well, and he knew the difference between his own and another. He couldn't tell the difference between various blasters based on their sounds like his sister could, but he knew his sabers. And the sound of the orange blade was welcome, familiar, and almost forgotten. He snapped the blade up in front of himself, a generic defensive position to stop any incoming blaster shots, and focused on the most aggressive threat: Corvo. His hand shot up, another Force Push launching itself outwards towards the roaring Mandalorian.
Caoimhin had not chosen this fight. It was the Mandalorians who had started the aggression. He was simply trying to stop it as soon as possible.
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Post by blewj on Nov 20, 2013 1:55:54 GMT -8
Dusk. From a vantage point over the tall grass, a great flickering surface, one could see what looked like an ocean. Small grasshawks launched themselves like fish leaping out of the spume, nipping at the fireflies, pocketing them, then falling back in a dry splash. Bats passed, making a guttering, sputtering sound that ended in an extinguishing swoop. The plain itself seemed to bring forth night color swirled through with red and silver and bronze. The two moons rose, opalescent goddesses tipping light from their harsh maternal scimitars.
To the southwest there was a plantation of trees, carefully tended in this devastating openness. First a stand of scrub spruce, contorted by the winds in gnarled figures of split bark and hissing needles - and the pagan odor of sap. Beyond, a rise of higher hedges, then, yet higher trees. These seemed to form concentric circles, but it was hard to tell by this distance and in this fading light.
Mbwun and his friends track the large herd of Piket across the Dantooine plains. They estimate there to be about 80 animals ahead of them, down from the 120 where the trail they were tracking came across Graul tracks. Oh but if they'd had a chance to arrive there 20 minutes earlier and see that, let alone fight the giant beast! But they continue to track the speedy Piket, docile until attacked or cornered, and will then surround set their trap. One of them will act as bait, kill one of the Piket, and run once the entire herd attacks in defense. The other Dantari (of the Dantari proper, not the "inferior" Kunga, Mokk, or Janta) then attack all at once, in a circle surrounding the running herd, throwing spears and rocks, taking out the 20 or so at the outermost of the circle. The Piket, not easily confused, will be unsure of what how to attack all their predators at once, and will be in disarray for a very short time. The hunters will then enter the dangerous fray and fight at close range, with knives or other primitive weapons, until the entire herd is slaughtered as food for the tribe.
The Dantari, including its three lesser branches, have been replenishing since the Vong Wars. It is at least 50 ABY. They have stopped trusting outsiders altogether, and live their lives in seclusion from the politics that take place on other parts of the world.
Mbwun, normally quite cheerful, and not to detract from his thrill of being able to come with some of the older boys on this particularly large hunt (Piket are by far the best meat and the hardest kills the Dantari procure), is thinking about the shaman's story of the Mystery last night. He had been saying it is alive but it is a river. It flows as far back as you can see, as far forward as you can see, but standing at its banks, you see it right where you are most clearly and that is as it should be. Mbwun couldn't help but think about what it would be like to jump in the river he was talking about, be carried along by it, subject to a power so much greater than himself, his actions only that of the Mystery at the center of life to which all else was peripheral...*
"M'BW'N!!! Stay WITH us. If you're always daydreaming, you'll walk into a river or get yourself into a creeper nest or worse. *His older brother, Norr, smiles, more warmly once Mbwun was looking at him and not at the flora*. And besides, guess who gets to be the bait today? We need you aware."
"Do you mean it?!", Mbwun asks, eyes wide, grip tightening on his hardwood spear.
*Norr looks at his friend, Illi, and smiles conspiratorily* "Of course, Mbwun. You heard father last night. Today is your coming of age."
"Oh, Norr! I'm so excited. I will be the bait the bites back!" *Mbwun's eyes glint ferociously, even while he smiles as kindly as a tribal elder.
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Post by Urias Fenris on Jun 18, 2014 20:46:49 GMT -8
Urias exited the enclave with his apprentices. He headed toward the Crystal Cave. There were only very few remaining Kirath. But instead of Killing them, Rashan tricked them into moving elsewhere to the south. Urias saw this as possibility for her skill with the Force to be considered for the final test. He committed it to memory for the final test. In the valley from the crest of the hill, they saw the cave ahead of them. They proceeded, and did not encounter any more Kinrath who were drawn to the power of the cave. Once at the cave entrance, Urias said.
Okay. Rashan have you both considered if you want to progress in the trial?
The Sith considered for a moment. She thoughtfully stroked her tentacles for a brief second then said,
=Rashan=
Yes Master. I feel the Force guiding me to proceed on to the Consular path.
Indeed. We shall see. I will ask you a series of questions to determine your path. Urias then paused and continued, You encounter a woman and her child beset by thugs who are menacing her with their weapons, and upon seeing you, she screams for your help. What do you do?
=Rashan=
I stop the tugs and ask them why they are attacking her.
Hmmm, Ok. You are in combat with a Dark Jedi who has allied him or herself with the Sith. There is a lull in the combat, what do you do?
=Rashan=
Find out why he or she turned to the dark side and try to redeem him or her.
Indeed. I thought so. Your goal lies on the other side of a locked door. What do you do?
=Rashan=
Knock.
I am discerning a pattern here, apprentice. I have an idea what you would be best at. You are the head of an enclave of Jedi and allies on a contested world. Dark Jedi have infiltrated and are causing unrest across the entire world. What do you do?
=Rashan=
I will coordinate with the planetary government in order that I may identify the infiltrators.
Indeed. I thought as much. You would be best suited as a Jedi Consular. I have a Green Crystal here. Enter the cave, and go all the way in to the point you see the crystals. The Force will guide your steps. Take this Green crystal with you and the lightsaber parts I gave you. When you have reached the crystals. The Force will guide you constructing your new lightsaber. Remember from what you have learned from the earlier teachings that some Jedi construct their sabers while meditating. I will remain here. Return to me when it is constructed so I may inspect it to see if it is properly put together.
Bowing, Rashan left at once to enter the cave. With L'awre the only one remaining, Urias turned his attention to her.
Have you thought on how you want to proceed?
=L'awre=
Yes Master, I have felt the Force directing me more towards the Guardian path.
Very well, we shall see. This next test will determine what path you feel guided towards. Urias paused then continued, You encounter a woman and her child beset by thugs who are menacing her with their weapons, and upon seeing you, she screams for your help. What do you do?
=L'awre=
Attack the thugs
Hmmm, Ok. You are in combat with a Dark Jedi who has allied him or herself with the Sith. There is a lull in the combat, what do you do?
=L'awre=
Attack him or her again.
Indeed. I thought so. Your goal lies on the other side of a locked door. What do you do?
=L'awre=
Break the door down
I am discerning a pattern here, apprentice. I have an idea what you would be best at. You are the head of an enclave of Jedi and allies on a contested world. Dark Jedi have infiltrated and are causing unrest across the entire world. What do you do?
=L'aware=
Hunt them down.
I think you are most suitable to the Guardian path. Here is your blue crystal and the parts for your lightsaber. Urias hands them to L'awre. You are now to proceed into the cave. The Force will guide you to the destination of where the crystals are. When you reach the crystals, that is where you will construct your lightsaber. Remember from what I taught you and the remaining apprentices from your class that sometimes the lightsaber is constructed in meditation. Bear that in mind. I will remain here at the entrance. Return to me when you have completed it and I will inspect it to see it is done correctly.
Bowing, L'awre entered the cave. Urias walked over to the tree that was about 100m from the cave entrance and sat down. He rested his back against the trunk, sitting with his knees bent out in front of him. He rested his arms across the top of this knees and folded his hands. Then he entered into a watchful meditation.
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Post by Death's Cohort on Jun 20, 2014 14:36:20 GMT -8
Calin and his squad track the unknown visitors to the open terrain with minimal difficulty. They lie down in cover to watch as the three have a brief conversation, and then as two of the visitors, both of species unknown to the soldiers, enter the cave system ahead. Calin issues orders through the helmet comm systems, and the squad fans out to form a semi-circle around the lone figure outside of the caves. With soft clacks, the soldiers make sure their weapons are prepared to fire phrik rounds. When all of his soldiers have activated their HUD's ready signal; Major Calin, Sergeant Victor, Sergeant Gavin, and Corporal Rale break cover, as the rest of the squad take aim from their concealed positions. Calin activates his helmets external speakers. "Identify yourself immediately."
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Post by Urias Fenris on Jul 10, 2014 15:50:07 GMT -8
Master Fenris had been meditating. He felt the approach of the soldiers well before they arrived. Their presence and place in the Force struck a contrast to the background. Theirs was invasive and really did not belong. The balance was upset by their arrival. He had known that they were being followed ever since leaving the spaceport. He thought through his actions and decided on a course to follow. He felt them fan in a semi-circle around him and the entrance of the cave. He sensed the squad of soldiers in their positions concealed, and their positions were a stark contrast to the delicate balance of the Force here. He sensed the apprentices were deep in meditation in the cave. Remaining seated with his head down he directed to the leader.
That depends on who needs to be identified. I know precisely where each and every member of your squad is located. I also know you have been following me ever since my arrival. Your presence and movements have cut like a knife amidst the background of the planet; like a sharp contrast.
Urias still remained seated, with his eyes closed in meditation.
You have a choice. I will not fight you, nor do I have a desire to do so. But, if you push me I will defend myself.
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Post by Death's Cohort on Jul 10, 2014 20:09:25 GMT -8
Calin nods thoughtfully, while maintaining his aim. He mutters under his breath. "Jedi. Figured as much." He raises his voice as the rest of his men steady their aim, phrik rounds loaded in their weapons. "The Jedi at the Coruscant Temple also knew our exact locations, and it did them as much good as it would you. However, this time I do not intend to fight, at least not yet. You failed to request clearance when approaching our planet, which is why we are here."
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Post by Urias Fenris on Jul 11, 2014 13:18:10 GMT -8
Urias allowed an audible sigh escape his mouth. This time he stood leaving his lightsaber facing the cave entrance, and walked down the root ball of the tree. His pure white Jedi Master Robe swirled behind him as did his wavy white hair. He executed an about face and side stepped two paces so he could look at the leader of the group of soldiers. He dusted off his robe and proceeded to the one who was called Calin. Stopping 2m (6 1/2 ft) away, Urias looked at the lead solder and then spoke. Urias purposefully did not address the overconfidence of the one who spoke, but rather chose to address the root.
Good Afternoon. Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Jedi Master Urias Fenris. Council member of the Council of the Unified Force. Descendant of the famed Jedi Sentinel Atton Rand and Jedi Master Meetra Surik, and I also have Echani blood flowing through my veins. I am gladdened that you do not wish to do harm. As you can see I no longer have my lightsaber on my person, as it is facing the cave at the foot of the tree. If you do not believe me you can send a member to investigate the tree. I have laid my weapon down as a gesture of my non-violent intent. Now. I suggest you also do likewise to demonstrate your willingness to do no harm.
Urias thought for a moment and then proceeded pouring the unified Force into his words, so that in the ears of his listeners, it sounded like a Father gently instructing his children.
I can see that this has been a product of my misunderstanding. I was unaware that your group occupied Dantooine. I have been removed from Galactic politics for some time, and still presumed the planet was governed by the Phoenix Imperium. Which is why I proceeded to land. For that you have my apologies. My business is Jedi business. I am currently overseeing the final initiate trial of two Jedi Apprentices. As soon as they are finished, we will leave.
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Post by Urias Fenris on Jul 11, 2014 14:17:58 GMT -8
Before Calin could speak, L'awre exited the caves, and Master Urias was no longer by the tree. She saw a half circle perimeter of soldiers, and was unaware of those who were concealed in the underbrush. Her Forcesaber (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Forcesaber) resembled the size of a lightsaber and was clipped to her warrior's harness under her Orange and white robe. She noticed Master Urias' lightsaber by the tree. Her training lightsaber was also clipped to her harness. The white hood of her orange and white robe covered the back of her head. Her leathery orange skin gleamed in the light of the afternoon sun. Her eyestalks blinked and then she noted Master Fenris ahead of her. She discerned no ill will from the soldiers and proceeded to walk to her master.
=L'awre=
Master, I have finished completing my Forcesaber. Would inspect its construction?
Urias looked at the lead soldier whom he was talking to. Excuse me for just a minute.
Turning to L'awre on his left he said, This is Jedi Apprentice L'awre. She is a Rakata Warrioress descended from the Elder caste on Lehon. She herself though, is from one of their colony worlds.
His focus was on the Apprentice.
L'awre I will inspect it in a moment. Place your new Forcesaber down on the ground in front of you, along with your training lightsaber and your two Rakatan blades.
She laid her new Forcesaber gingerly on the ground. Unclipping her training lightsaber, she placed it on the ground beside it. Next she withdrew her two Rakatan blades and placed them on the ground beside the training lightsaber. The loud noise the swords made when being unsheathed, let all know that they both were heavier than the average sword.
::L'awre, clear your mind and stretch out in the Force. You should be able to sense the remainder of the soldiers against the backdrop of the planet.::
Are my terms acceptable?
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Post by Death's Cohort on Jul 12, 2014 7:40:59 GMT -8
As the Jedi removes his weapons and speaks peacefully, Calin nods to his men, and the visible ones lower their weapons to a ready stance, although the soldiers remaining in cover still keep their aim up as a precaution. "Don't try any of that Force osik on us again. All of the men under my command are immune to it. If we meant harm, you would never have gotten the opportunity to stand up. I suggest that in the future, you check in with orbital control centers prior to landing." As L'awre exits the cave, Sergeant Gavin aims his rifle at her until she disarms. Calin briefly looks the new arrival over. "You may remain on the planet as long as you desire, just be warned that we will be monitoring your presence. And in the future, check with the orbital control stations before landing."
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Post by Urias Fenris on Jul 12, 2014 17:06:58 GMT -8
Urias let the comment about using the Force on them slide, as he knew that there were other techniques of using the Force that were not commonly known by non-Force users. Urias said,
Very well, Calin. I assure you I will not make the same mistake again. Urias thought for a moment and then added, I am sorry if your dealings with other Jedi have led you to be suspicious of us. Even though I do not know them, as a representative of the order, I offer a formal apology for their actions. Understand, there have been many factions of Jedi who have either tarnished its long history or redeemed it. Nevertheless, go in peace.
Urias then ceased speaking.
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Post by Death's Cohort on Jul 12, 2014 18:27:12 GMT -8
Calin laughs, a cold harsh sound. "Oh, I've had very few problems from previous interactions with Jedi. I realize that you've probably never heard of the Five Hundred and Fifth Specialized Infantry Battalion. However, I cannot imagine that the Five Hundred and First Legion of the Grand Army of the Republic escaped mention in your history books." Calin nods to the man, and taps his wrist control panel. A few seconds later, the LAAT/abn 'Black Death' drops out of the sky to land. The soldiers break cover and board the ship.As the gunship is about to take off, Major Calin turns back to Urias. "Don't give me cause to regret leaving you alive." The gunship takes off, and flies off in the general direction of the Jedi Enclave.
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