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Post by Nathan Malreaux on Mar 5, 2014 15:09:50 GMT -8
"Oooof!"
*Nathan couldn't stop Tagira from hugging him, his enthusiasm so quick and overwhelming. He tried to return it, but Nathan painfully felt the distinct lack of return of enthusiasm on his part compared to Tagira's. And when he noticed it, noticed the withdrawn, wary look in Nathan's face, Nathan felt a distinct pain of betrayal mixed with acute regret. It wasn't fair, feeling like this. He didn't know who this Tagira was, not at all! Why should he feel any sort of empathy for him?*
"Spent... I guess that is fair, Master Tagira. And I must apologize, sir. I... I am afraid that my memory of who I am extends only to about three years ago. I tried to convey that to Admiral Staton, but I suppose he declined to tell you. The truth is... as much as I do not know who I am, I do not know who you are, or anyone else on this planet."
*Nathan folded his arms over his chest and looked off to the side down the rows and rows of fighter ships, trying to find some kind of inner equilibrium before continuing.*
"I suppose... the only reason I came here anyway is because some half-familiar voice spoke to me inside my kriffing head, telling me to come here... and it was the only thread of hope I had left for purpose or meaning."
*Nathan returned his weak, tired eyes to Ander, and through them, revealing all of the aimless wanderings, all of the long nights filled with drinking and whoring, all of the wasted creds spend on gambling, all of the lost hope that he was someone of significance and not just another barv that the Galaxy wouldn't miss.*
"I need... I need to remember. Who am I?"
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Post by Ander Tagira on Mar 5, 2014 18:53:38 GMT -8
Ander's concern only grew as the man he used to know as a friend admitted his ignorance of his own identity. His face looked haggard, and from the smell of his breath and clothes Ander could tell he'd spent too many nights drinking himself to the bottom of a bottle. Nathan's eyes however were what caught the bulk of his attention and what he saw in them scared him. This man was indeed Nathan Malreaux, and he had indeed once been a dear friend. But the man Ander was gazing upon in that moment was not that same man, that same friend. This man had seen more winters than he could bear, suffered more than any man deserved. He looked frail in his own way, and this frightened Ander. He was afraid for the direction Nathan's life had taken, as he was often so afraid for his own. This was a man without purpose, without cause. He was a dead man, not in body, but in mind and heart. Ander let his hands slip from Nathan's shoulders as he crossed his arms over his chest. Whether the voice inside his head Nathan spoke of was the remains of his former self, the outward influence of another, or the result of his broken mind, Ander couldn't say. What he did know was that Nathan needed help. He needed purpose, companionship, support. Out of the periphery of his vision, Ander saw Crystaall Sehefadu and Jakob Mevrain pick up conversation with Zimmy, who happened to be one of GALSAF's Force Sensitives. Ander refocused his attention on Nathan."Nathan Malreaux, I do not know who you are now, but the man I knew was one of the most honest and admirable beings I ever had the fortune to serve with. In all my years I've learned that people rarely truly change, and so I feel confident in saying that you are still that man, though you may not believe it." Ander looked around the hangar bay as if he were gazing down upon the Temple as a whole. "This was once my home and yours. With your help and others, we made this world into something great. And while it will never again be as great as it was when we served here, I know that you can be." Ander's words may have been taken as a slight by the occupying Jedi had any been within earshot, though he was confident in his assessment. Whatever @rawkill and his cronies were, Ander knew they stood as small in the shadow of the Yavin Jedi as the Ewok himself did in the company of any of his colleagues. Were Ander listening in on the Jedi's conversation within the Temple's Strategy Center, he might have been amused by the diminutive Jedi's attempt to denigrate his title as commander. Even so, Ander had seen enough of the Republic's Jedi Order to know their modern mentality, and he found them wanton. He couldn't accurately judge the quality of the remainder of the Order's purported Jedi, though it was fact that no organization would elevate a being like Rawkill to the station he held unless his superiors didn't maintain similarly disturbed outlooks. It saddened him to think the Order as a whole could have strayed as far as Ander had in his darkest days, though individuals like Alexis Karidian gave him hope. Only time would tell if his faith was to be wasted.
Ander withdrew from such thoughts, returning his attention to the man before him. He was brave enough to take in the deep, emotional pools of Nathan's eyes once more. "I would like to know your story, Nathan. The story of the last three years that still remain with you. Anything you can tell me may help me better understand how to help you rediscover who you were, are, and can yet be." Ander smiled gently, but the expression was clearly forced. There was no mirth in his eyes, as Nathan's situation was so despairingly bereft of such.
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Post by Nathan Malreaux on Mar 5, 2014 19:16:03 GMT -8
*So... Tagira did know Nathan very well in the past. There was no deception that Nathan could perceive, except maybe for how he was failing to hide how concerned he was for Nathan's situation. Even more wild emotions sprung up quickly, only serving to confuse the poor ex-Jedi severely. The headache wasn't helping either, and soon it got to be all too much.*
*Inhaling sharply, Nathan raised a hand to squeeze the top of the bridge of his nose, hiding his face and sudden emotional vulnerability. He shook his head slowly, as if trying to deny all of this, trying to push it away so that it wouldn't hurt him any longer... except it wouldn't go away. It couldn't, and as the seconds drifted by so slowly, Nathan found himself facing a veritable rock and a hard place.*
"... Okay."
*Nathan lowered his hand and looked straight into Ander's eyes, a slight touch of glistening wetness barely seen on the corners of his own eyes.*
"You say I was admirable, that I am still that man, somehow. That I can be the Jedi Master I used to be again. I'll accept that, and tell you my story, but right now there is only one question that I need answered. I don't care if you know the answer and you are afraid to tell me, I will only agree to stay if I am told the answers."
*Nathan's eyes hardened, bracing himself as he mentally prepared his question.*
"Was... was there someone in my life... before... that I loved? A wife? Girlfriend? Someone that would explain this unending heartache and sense of missing a piece of myself?"
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Post by Ander Tagira on Mar 6, 2014 14:58:07 GMT -8
Ander nodded solemnly as Nathan stated his demands in return for giving Ander his story. The question he asked however, wasn't one Ander wanted to answer. He felt it would serve only as a kick to the gut of a man already down. GALSAF's Lord Commander pursed his lips, resting his fists against his sides as he stared at Nathan in silence for several long moments. Before answering, Ander reached into a pouch and drew a small pack of cigarettes, putting one to his lips before lighting it with a small torch. He silently offered one to Nathan, holding the pack and the torch out to the man as he drew on his own. Smoke plumed from his mouth and hung in the still, humid evening air.
"You were married, aye. Alora. She served here for some time, but I do not know her fate. I left this place in disgrace several years ago, Nathan...around the time your memory begins." Ander's tone was solemn, but likewise seemed bereft of feeling. It wasn't that he was indifferent, but the nature of the conversation left no room for more painful feeling. "You were good to her, and her to you. That's all I can say." Ander concluded, taking another pull from his cigarette as he pressed a finger to his temple, forcing back a wave of memories of days long since passed. Ander understood Nathan's sense of loss. He had lost much that he loved during the course of his life, mostly due to his own failings as a man. Much had been taken from him, his childhood, his family. Ander's own mother served GALSAF as a physician, though she had no idea she had once had a son, and that son was Ander himself. His father had been killed unwittingly by his mother, decades ago on Vulpter. Ander's first love, Ksandra Mallan, he had betrayed. The closest thing he had to a sister, Tebana Sor, was lost as were the rest of the Yavin Jedi. To his knowledge, only himself, Nathan, Mai and a scant few others still survived.
As silence hung in the air between the two men, Ander's commlink flashed with the alert of an incoming transmission. The display read that Mike Frantz had just entered the system on board a YT-series freighter, and had called for him. I'm growing more popular by the minute, Ander thought sardonically to himself, holding the commlink to his ear. "Frantz, I'm down in the Great Temple hangar bay. I'll see you soon." Ander stowed the commlink once more, taking another drag from his cigarette and letting the smoke drift lazily from his nostrils. "We'll have more company soon it seems." Ander muttered to Nathan, his eyes strafing the landscape beyond the Temple perimeter as the sun began to fall towards the horizon.
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Post by Nathan Malreaux on Mar 7, 2014 15:54:56 GMT -8
*Nathan took the cigs and lighter, automatically knowing he would need it. Ander's reaction to his request did not bode well, and as Nathan lifted the lighter to the cigarette he had placed between his lips, his hand stopped as he listened to Ander finally telling him the truth of what he knew.*
*Nathan swallowed hard, and tried to yet again light the damned cancer stick, but found himself too overwhelmed. He sighed and took it from his lips before handing back the pack, then turning to look away. His breathing was hard and rapid, his thoughts running wild.*
"I was... married..."
*There was no solace in the knowing, no comfort. Was she dead? Alive? Did she miss him, or hate him for leaving? Was it her voice calling him back? Her voice in the beginning, trying to guide his actions that he so stubbornly ignored? This was getting way too out of control for Nathan to handle, his emotions were running amok.*
*Cigarette. Nathan inhaled shakily, and finally raised the cigarette to his lips and lit it with little ceremony, and handed the lighter back to Ander as he confided that they would have company soon.*
"Anyone I know... knew?"
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Post by Adria Doran on Mar 7, 2014 17:24:29 GMT -8
"Adria Doran," she replied, with the hint of a smile. "..CorSec."
She hadn't been in CorSec in years, nor did she usually introduce herself with that reference very often anymore. But in her state, she was falling back on old familiarities. And if someone complained, she would tell them exactly where they could stuff in.
"I, uh.. wouldn't say no to a trip to the medic, though.."
Her body's needs were in conflict with her inborn arrogance. Sometimes, it was the only thing that had kept her on her feet: the belief that she could not and would not fall. Sometimes, that was what was needed. It wasn't a very Jedi-like belief, but whatever got the job done. Still, at this juncture, she had no problem with yielding just a bit.
"After that.. I.. There are some things I need to find."
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Post by Jakob Mevrain on Mar 8, 2014 17:06:47 GMT -8
Jakob had stepped aside from the other GALSAF personnel when he had been advanced by Zimmy, a young Firrerreo. Jakob had not spoken to a Firrerreo since he was a young Jedi. There were not many left in the Universe anymore. When both had introduced themselves, Jakob glanced at the datapad on his wrist. The young man's name was on the list Ander had given him, on GALSAF's force sensitives."I understand it you have been tested and are Force Sensitive, young man? Your....Commander has told me he will be setting up a special Unit for those gifted with the Force to increase their skills."Jakob had hesitated before saying the word "Commander." The boy could not be any older than seventeen. Young enough to be trained easier than an older commando, but also young enough to make Jakob uneasy about the boy being a part of GALSAF. He would not pry, it was not his business, and the young man appeared to know what he was doing with his blaster. Still, it was something to note."I assume you have been told of the possibility of being further trained in the Force, and that you do want to master its abilities?"Jakob waited for Zimmy to answer. He was not about to force anyone into training that they did not want. It was up to the individual to decide their Fate.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Mar 9, 2014 8:23:13 GMT -8
Prior to the Arrival of GALSAF & Nathan
"Everything in the Dragon's Roost is pretty nearly untouched. I've had my astromech communicating with the others to see if there is anything to be seen." Alexis was speaking based on what she would have wished to know if her situation and Adria's had been switched. Right now, her StealthX and R2 unit were near the top of her list of priorities, and unless she missed her guess, Adria would be similar.
"CorSec, huh..." she wondered what had brought Adria to Yavin IV, but she didn't ask. Instead she went with, "Some of the Emdee units are still active as far as I know, so let's head over there." It wouldn't do to have the girl just pass out now. Not after having come so far. And Masters Tuhlute and Rawkill were summoning her to the Strategy Centre anyway, so she could make sure Adria was ok, and then check in over there, before doing what she had come here to do: namely find out definitively what Nathan Malreaux's fate had been, if alive, to bring him back here, if dead, to find out where and how.
As the two of them left the hangar, she turned her head slightly to look at Adria, "Didn't I see your name on a try-out roster for Dragon Squadron?" that would explain why she seemed vaguely familiar perhaps.
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Post by Ander Tagira on Mar 10, 2014 15:50:15 GMT -8
Ander took another drag of his cigarette as Nathan lit his own. He could see that his words had brought little solace to the other man's heart. Ander sincerely regretted having nothing else to offer him. "You still are, as far as I know, Nathan." Ander replied, taking the torch from Nathan and stowing it away. "I want to help you rediscover yourself, old friend. And if possible, find out what happened to Alora as well. I can provide you with any resources you might need." Nathan followed Ander with another question, one regarding the new arrival. "Mike Frantz, Jedi Master of the Order. We worked with him now and again while we all still lived here, though I don't know as much about the man as I should." Ander tilted his chin upward, toward the sky. "He just arrived in orbit, should be dropping in soon."
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Post by Nathan Malreaux on Mar 10, 2014 20:32:53 GMT -8
*The rich, harsh tones of the cigarette smoke filled Nathan's lungs, and with it came the almost unsettling relief of tension that came with the first puff of nicotine after a long period of hard months with out any. Nathan looked up into sky with Ander, enjoying the slight rush, the lit stick glowing red in the shadows of the hanger, the smoke spiraling away in a faint drift.*
So this was the pain of loss, newly discovered with legitimate info. Nathan almost hated the moment for how bittersweet it was. He would have much preferred if he had the luxury of unadulterated pain, without any sense of finally coming home after so long... even if he still had no idea what home really was anymore, if this jungle planet full of idealists with superpowers was it.*
*Even then, Nathan truly wondered if this would in fact become home again, if maybe this was only more stop in his journey. Oh, certainly, he would stick around for a while, to learn what he could... but Nathan still reserved doubts about becoming a Jedi again. As an order in it's own, the Nathan he was now had respected the Jedi, but rarely wanted to be involved with them. Deep down, Nathan didn't know if he possessed the nature of spirit to really embody the ideals and code of a Jedi Knight, much less a Master. Whatever he used to be, he was more then likely no longer.*
"Alright. While we are waiting, maybe you could tell me just who all is still here that I used to know. You know... rebuilding the old contact list again, if that means anything."
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Post by Zimmy on Mar 11, 2014 12:42:09 GMT -8
Zimmy nods curtly to Jakob Mevrain, shifting on his feet a little as he readies his response. He had been practicing for years on the off chance that the Jedi or some kindly force user would accept his request for training. He had joined up with GALSAF before either of these options had been presented to him, but he kept his little script tucked away in the back of his mind for a situation like this. With only a little hesitancy, Zimmy speaks to Jakob.
"Yes, Ander has made me aware of this program. I remember the force being a source of anger for Ander in the days after he recruited me. He almost kicked me out when he learned of my ability, but he calmed down and changed his mind rather quickly. I remember there being speeches that included negative rhetoric aimed at force users in general during the first weeks of my training..."
Zimmy pauses for a moment to gather himself. He knows that he's rambling and he feels unsure of himself.
"I'm sorry... um... Mister Mevrain... I'm getting off topic. I would submit myself to your understanding of the Force in the hopes that your knowledge may temper my own."
The boy pauses again, his skin growing clammy, gaining a silver tint. his nictitating lenses blink shut nervously.
"I received some basic force training as a child, but no more than was necessary to wield a lightsaber... It was unique training that I think we should discuss in private if you accept my proposal..."
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Post by Jakob Mevrain on Mar 11, 2014 13:50:46 GMT -8
Jakob noted the young man's hesitance, however little it was. He took the moment to look to Ander, who was preoccupied with another man. He turned his gaze back to Zimmy and raised an eyebrow at the story he had told, but smiled warmly at him as he spoke.
"Please, call me Jakob. And when you begin training, you may call me Teacher."
Jakob did not mean to come off as a bit standoffish, but he was still a bit apprehensive about teaching highly trained commandos how to use the Force. They were soldiers, and while their intentions may be good, it was a dangerous combination. If one of them turned out to be a bad egg, he would have to live with the consequences of making a lethal force even more deadly. The Dark Side was ever tempting, even to those with good hearts. He still came off as a brusk.
"My knowledge will take you as far it takes for Ander to be satisfied, no further. You will be trained in both body and mind. Many of your fellows may not make it. I may be old, but I can still give even the strongest soldier a run for their credits."
Jakob watched as the boy's skin changed in tone. He was nervous. His body language screamed that he was both eager and willing to do whatever it would take. He would have to teach the boy to keep his emotions in check. His tells were obvious.
"Unique training? I am intrigued, to say the least. I do believe it is a good thing to know my student's abilities, before determining what level to begin."
Jakob left the last sentence open-ended, for Zimmy to continue speaking.
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Post by Zimmy on Mar 11, 2014 16:33:27 GMT -8
"I don't normally talk about this to anyone... It's not easy for me to discuss..."
A paleness sneaks into Zimmy's skin, making the silver tone of his skin looks grey. Just the thought of the torture and conditioning he was forced through as a child made his stomach drop through the ground, made his palms sweat and his breathing quicken. There were still scars from the various machines and techniques his master had used to remove his pain reaction, long gashes down either side of his spine from an early fencing accident, countless little burn scars from the searing heat of plasma bolts that almost found their mark. He swallowed his fear and revulsion for a moment to speak to Jakob.
"I was one of a handful of children that survived a Yuuzhan Vong attack on a planet in the Unknown Regions. Our parents and thousands of other colonists were killed fleeing the planet, but a few of the youngest children were put into an escape pod. They fired the other remaining pods to give us a chance to escape."
From a deep, dark trench somewhere in Zimmy's mind the smell of scorched durasteel and burning optic cable filled his mind. It took every ounce of will for him to remain standing, to keep his composure.
"We landed on an uncharted planet well away from the hyperlanes and living there was a hermit. He was once a Jedi, but committed some heinous crime and was exiled. He found myself and the other children alive and relatively unharmed in our pod and took us home. He... He was..."
Zimmy sighs as more memories long repressed make themselves present. A hand missing fingers, the girl it belonged to wailing in misery; an older sister never really known lying face down in the mud, still as stone; a Devaronian grinning wildly as he takes a whip to a twelve year old boy.
"He was training us to be his personal bodyguards. He had a plan to take some pirate fortress a system over and use it to gain power. Once my older brothers and sisters found out, we killed him in his sleep and made our escape."
Zimmy's gaze becomes serious, void of emotion .
"I was raised to be a weapon. My master taught me to use the force, but my abilities are far from proficient. I can manipulate small objects and feel to ley lines of destiny. He taught me just enough to use a lightsaber. "
Zimmy blinks his eyes twice as if holding back tears.
"He was not a kind man..."
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Post by Jakob Mevrain on Mar 11, 2014 17:07:36 GMT -8
Jakob frowned at Zimmy's story. So he was a weapon. It was a new spin on a story he had seen many times before. He had been a child when he was forced into becoming something against his will.
"You're past will always be a part of you, but its how you allow it to impact you in the present that will determine your future. Stronger people than you or I have fallen to the Dark Side with less to push them over the edge."
Jakob clasped his hands together, looking the boy over again. He almost felt pity for him. He could feel the boy reliving the memories, and it impacted him as well. Jakob made connections to people easily, it was a gift he had. Still, if this boy was going to be his student, he had to retain a proper distance. Making Zimmy relive these events were only going to hinder his training...although.
"Facing one's past is an important step to finding yourself, and your potential. The key is to not dwell on the events with a view of being able to change how they happened. It is in the most troubled times in one's life where they can tap into energy they only thought a dream."
Jakob breathed deeply a few times, thinking again on the future of those that were going to be under his tutelage.
"You know how to properly use a lightsaber? That's not a feat easily accomplished, especially with such...as you said unique training. It takes peace of mind, and I must say it must have been difficult under the circumstances."
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Post by Zimmy on Mar 11, 2014 17:27:54 GMT -8
"Fencing was my only outlet during my youth. It gave me direction. I read lots of adventure books and watched a lot of holos that involved swordplay. I found solace in practicing Makashi. I'm no master, but I can give most folks a hard time beating me."
His eyes glitter with irony. He's understating his talent, trying to both be modest and obscure the truth a bit. There was no need for braggadocio, but he hoped to surprise Jakob if he became his teacher. Zimmy continues speaking.
"My master taught me a few things about meditation, taught me to clear my mind and feel the force flowing all around me, taught me to read it's currents, to make decisions based upon the ripples I felt. The sword comes naturally to me he used to tell me; in another time, he'd say, I could have been a Jedi fencing master, teaching padawan to defend themselves and others."
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Post by Jakob Mevrain on Mar 11, 2014 17:52:16 GMT -8
Jakob acknowledged Zimmy talents with a nod. He stepped a few steps to the left of the boy. He lowered his voice, and glanced over to Ander, to see if the man was watching.
"I do not mean to overstep my bounds here, but you are still a young man. You could do anything you wish to in this Galaxy. You could even pursue becoming a Jedi, fulfilling that thought of teaching younglings to defend themselves with a lightsaber, given you pass the training yourself..."
Jakob cleared his throat.
"I am just curious as to why someone with such talents would join an organization such as GALSAF. Not that they are bad, in fact they have done much good, and are helping me with my own...question. Why are you here? What do you owe them?"
Jakob was not trying to steer Zimmy to the Jedi, but he wanted to know more about why such a young man had signed up with GALSAF.
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Post by Ander Tagira on Mar 11, 2014 19:55:05 GMT -8
Ander smiled faintly, his expression touched with pain as Nathan spoke. He drew again from his cigarette, letting the tendrils of smoke coil from his nostrils and drift away in the evening air. "That's what I'm here to find out." He murmured, turning his gaze back on Nathan. "Some weeks ago, a Mandalorian invasion force attacked the planet and laid siege to the Temple. For whatever reason, they left, or were forced out of the system. But when we arrived, we found the place deserted, save for a handful of survivors here and there who have little or no information on what actually happened." Ander chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, thinking. "I arranged to take part in an assault against Kuat recently on the side of the Mandalorians. My hope was to garner information on what had happened here, but we were forced to withdraw before I could find out anything relevant. All I was told by Mandalorian leadership, who obviously didn't trust me, was that the attack had been a seeming success. We sacrificed all semblance of good relations with the Kuatis and their resident government, the Dark Tide, all for nothing." Ander sighed, finishing his cigarette with a final long pull. As he exhaled, he dropped the remaining paper and tobacco on the ground, putting it out with the sole of his boot. "We managed to pull enough data from the archives here and the databanks on Yavin Station before the Jedi showed up. I'm having my intelligence guys sift through it right now. I'll let you know what we find out. For now, only Alexis Karidian survives, as well as whoever she found not long ago." Ander looked up at the sky once more, his ears picking up pieces of the conversation Jakob and Zimmy were carrying on in slightly hushed tones. Some of what Zimmy said itched at the back of Ander's mind, but he let it go. Jakob seemed to be doing well at getting the young man to open up, which would prove a boon to him leading the effort of training GALSAF's Force Sensitives. Ander turned to Nathan once more, addressing unvoiced concerns. "It's a kriffed up situation, I know, Nathan. I can't say I know exactly what you're going through, but having lost my own place in the Galaxy, and my own direction in life, I can at least sympathize. I'm always there if you need me, my friend."
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Post by Zimmy on Mar 12, 2014 11:45:36 GMT -8
"I owe them nothing. I give my loyalty freely to Ander because his worldview is very similar to my own. An organization like GALSAF gives positive meaning to a being of my.... particular talents."
Zimmy pops his neck quickly, cracking his toes and fingers in unison. There was a sever lack of action in his life as of late and his whole body felt the urge to move, to run, to fight; to do anything besides stand and talk. After the momentary spasm, he regained his composure, straightening back up and addressing Jakob once more.
"I'm not cut out to be a teacher or a diplomat. I'm good at what I do and I enjoy doing it. Combat comes to me like volin to a virtuoso. Part of it is natural, but most is practice and I've been practicing combat since I was two years old."
The boy pauses to think a moment, to organize his words. Zimmy looks a bit older as he begins to speak again, his face long and somber.
"It would be impossible for you to understand my other reasons, but I'll try and explain. I am a Firrerreo without a clan. Without a clan, a Firrerreo is nothing. Ander holds to Mandalorian values. Though I am not Mandalorian I hold true to the Resol'nare1 and attempt to be the best Mandalorian I can be. My brothers in arms hold the same values that I do and have skills similar to my own. GALSAF is my family."
1The Six Actions, the central tenets of Mandalorian culture.
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Post by Jakob Mevrain on Mar 12, 2014 12:17:53 GMT -8
Jakob followed Zimmy motions with his eyes carefully. He was restless. He needed action. He could feel it. Jakob could appreciate a man of action, but in the coming months, with training, there would be little room for a lack of patience. The boy reminded him of himself when he was younger.
"I understand it more than you may think. I am Shorak. Family means more to me than life itself. When my wife passed....my life changed. I left the Order, I left my life behind...my daughter."
Jakob voice shook as he said those final words. He coughed to cover up the falter in his tone.
"My daughter is all I have left. I left her when she needed me, and I have regretted it ever since I left Shor. I abandoned my belief in family, and have been paying for it for years."
Jakob's eyes glowed with emotions so fierce it might be a bit overwhelming to look directly them.
"Still, Ander has agreed to help my search in exchange for training those under him that are gifted with the Force, including you. But if you will be under my tutelage, you must listen to my instructions without question, understood? You may be young, but the training comes first, and I will teach you and your fellow Commandos as best as I can."
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Post by Zimmy on Mar 12, 2014 15:52:10 GMT -8
Zimmy blinks his nictitating lenses and tilts his head, avoiding Jakob's gaze. Perhaps his phrasing was strong; Jakob would never understand the physiological and psychological needs of a Firrerreo for clan, but most certainly he understood the sentient need for family.
"I'm sorry if I've overstepped my bounds..."
The young man looks back up at Jakob and nods in agreement.
"I will submit to you, teacher."
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