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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2014 15:32:03 GMT -8
Rawkill had nodded in response to both Palo's greeting and then Alexis' comments about handing over the lightsaber presently, before he gave a final nod to Diamonte as the Headmaster dismissed them all from his office to speak with Miarte alone. Rawkill took a moment before following Alexis and Palo out into the corridor outside of Monte's office, where it appeared that the pair had already been in discussion, which he tried not to interrupt at an awkward moment as the door closed behind him. He gave a small cough to alert the pair to his presence before speaking up
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
I hope I am not interrupting anything too important?
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Post by Palo Torsh on Oct 31, 2014 18:10:14 GMT -8
“Council of First Knowledge...that's a rather arrogant title.” Palo shrugged off the cynical thought and tried to be more positive as he answered Alexis.
“To be honest, it was something I began to mull over before I reached orbit, and after spending time with you, I kind of felt reconnected...like something falling into place.” Palo paused, not sure if he was making sense. “Obviously, there were many factors to consider. I started training to be a Jedi at an early age and only paused after my master died, so rejoining the ranks seemed more like a return from a hiatus than a beginning. You convinced me that not all Jedi in the Order are, well,“stodgy” for lack of a better word. I realized it would take the Council time to integrate me into the Order anyway, so the sooner I joined, the sooner I could begin where I left off before I became a smuggler and convict. Though I had some talent smuggling, I was never enthralled with that kind of lifestyle. And I kind of...got tired of running...I know Yavin IV may not look like much to those who were here before the Mandalorian siege, but it's a much better home than a few dozen other planets I've visited.”
Palo let a few moments pass before taking up on Alexis' offer.
“I could use some espcaf.” He smiled back at Alexis.
He was about to ask her about “Mike” when Rawkill left the Headmaster's office and entered the hallway and made his presence known with a cough.
“I consider getting espcaf with Alexis important” Palo thought to himself, but he answered Master Rawkill respectively.
“No, uh, I guess not.” Palo answered. “Master Tuhlute seemed equally adamant that we resolve this bounty and Alexis evaluate my abilities and training for the next month, but I would hate to deter Alexis from her desire to reassemble her squadron.” Palo paused for a few moments, trying to inquire politely about what he should do. “So...depending on your thoughts regarding the bounty, your duties on Coruscant, as well as Alexis' responsibilities to evaluate me and reassemble her squadron, what do you suggest be the next course of action?”
Palo smiled again at Alexis.
“Personally, I would recommend discussing this over some espcaf.”
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Nov 14, 2014 18:42:39 GMT -8
Alexis eyed Master Rawkill for a moment, eyebrows arched in an "as if" expression. She really wasn't sure what to say to him. He'd provided the raw backbone of manpower that Yavin IV had needed at a crucial moment. For a time, the young Jedi had thought she would die even as she cut down the former creator of this Praxeum, though he'd implied later that such had never been his intention. She'd learned the hard way not to take things solely at surface value, and that left her with a bit more uncertainty in dealing with people. She tried to hide it of course.
She could tell that Palo was not entirely easy with the structure of the Order. To be honest, she felt it would be uncomfortable for adults who hadn't been part of it for awhile. Perhaps that was why in the old days the Jedi trained only children, those young enough that early attachments could be forgotten. "This is good," she replied, pleased that he'd already decided where he wanted to be, although concerned about his reasons for that decision. She hoped it was something stable, and not a gesture simply intended to impress her. She continued quietly, "The Council of First Knowledge simply oversees the active collection of Jedi and Sith artifacts. Someone has to be in charge, otherwise nothing would get done, you know? Not everyone can be Captain on the ship..."
Alexis appreciated the fact that Palo didn't want to get in her way; however, Tuhlute had done his best to insure that Palo would be exactly in her way for at least a month. She hoped the awkwardness would dissipate in time.
"Exactly. I don't know if Ewoks like espcaf, but you're welcome to join, Master Rawkill," she seconded the invitation, though a flicker of a glance over towards Palo might be enough to let the other human know that she had envisioned something else when she'd suggested a drink in the first place.
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Post by Palo Torsh on Nov 16, 2014 19:16:07 GMT -8
After hearing Alexis' response, Palo began to think he had misspoken or worded his explanation wrong, though he was hesitant to get into an argument in front of the Ewok.
“I have no qualms with someone being in charge...you would just think they could come up with a more humble title. But it's not a big deal.” Palo smirked. He wondered why Alexis took him much more seriously than before the meeting. “And as I said before, I was already in training to become a Jedi for several years when my Master perished. It was simply because I no longer had a Master that my training stopped. The other Jedi on Tibrin were...for a lack of a better word...full of fodder regarding their abilities and importance. I didn't know how many other Jedi existed or where they could be found. I joined a smuggling crew because I thought there were no other Jedi. Ironically, it was during those smuggling journeys when I learned about the other enclaves. The Jedi Councils on Coruscant, Yavin IV, and Corellia were simply stories about the past up until that point. However, you did help me realize that the Jedi on Tibrin were an exception of attitude and not the standard.”
Palo caught Alexis' quick glance in his direction, and he suddenly regretted inviting Rawkill to join them for espcaf. Though he searched his mind for some reason or obligation to mention that would discourage the furry little Jedi Master to join Alexis and himself, he couldn't come up with anything remotely plausible.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2014 16:29:32 GMT -8
Rawkill stiffled a chuckle as Palo suggested that the Council of First Knowledge was not exactly the most humble of titles, but at the same time, for someone who was still somewhat uninitiated, it was indeed an expected comment. The Ewok Jedi master grinned at the newly inducted Jedi
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
I assure you Padawan, You will be hard pressed to find a more humble group of Jedi. We seek no public acclaim, nor do we take any great satisfaction in some of the work we do, but we do it because no other Jedi can do the things we do. Although our main duties are to make sure the book you want about the trade practices of Taris is in the right place in the library, we also seek out new fonts of knowledge, making sure we are the one's to first learn of the knowledge, before adding it to the continuously growing stores in the libraries. We also make sure that any dark artifacts or knowledge remain out of the hands of the Sith, or easily corrupted Jedi, before either side knows it even existed, since I think we'd both prefer to not have to experience something on the scale of a thought bomb in our own lifetimes...
And that was just scratching the surface, without even going remotely near the Jedi Shadow's and their duties. But that was a topic Rawkill was not going to discuss with Palo and Alexis, that was for sure. He then took a short breath as he returned his thoughts onto the previous offer of espcaf and the plan for going forward with regards to Palo's bounty and training
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
Whilst I do appreciate the offer, there is many pressing issues to attend to, so I shall do my best to take up only a short amount of your time now, and leave you two to your espcaf alone. As far as your evaluation goes, I think Alexis is more than up to the task of keeping an eye on you and getting her squadron assembled, she is a capable Jedi. As for your bounty, just provide me with all the details you can think of about it, the more I know about it, the easier it should be to clear up the situation. Other than that, I suggest you focus on training hard, remaining open minded in your studies, and not worrying too much. You could make a fine Jedi one day, and I have faith Alexis is more than able to help.
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Post by Palo Torsh on Nov 24, 2014 22:19:17 GMT -8
After hearing Rawkill explain the Council's actual purpose and responsibilities, Palo found the title quite reasonable and much less pompous than his previous assertion. Unfortunately, the information on his bounty was much less illuminating.
I'm afraid I don't know many details about the bounty, but some conclusions can be reached and you can eliminate some suspects. I know the bounty has been open for at least ten standard years, and is presumably a live bounty. My first encounter with someone trying to collect the bounty took place on Tibrin and the bounty hunter was a Dark Jedi. Another attempt was made when I was employed as a gunner with a smuggling crew, though this time it was successful. Oddly enough I was imprisoned on Oovo IV. So although I escaped from a Republic facility and stole an impounded vessel, I believe my initial imprisonment was not sanctioned by the Republic...I doubt it was the Republic that initially put the bounty on my head, as I have been meeting with Republic officials between killing the Dark Jedi and joining the smuggling crew...The Republic may or may not know the circumstances of my imprisonment and my escape, so there is a possibility that the Republic may not have added an additional bounty on my capture...I'll let you know if I remember more details.
Palo smiled and took a glance at Alexis, before looking back at Rawkill.
Thank you for your confidence Master Rawkill. With Alexis' help, I'm sure I can prove to be a great additional to the Order.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Nov 25, 2014 17:19:49 GMT -8
Alexis stifled a grin, though she did arch an eyebrow as she looked over at Rawkill, "You can't expect me to believe that you have not enjoyed aspects of your recent role here on Yavin IV...I should guess it's a far cry from the more stable Temple on Coruscant." The Ewok Jedi had arrived in the nick of time as Yavin IV was under semi-attack from GALSAF in a situation that was made even more tense given the recent Mandalorian Force Jihad. She had thought for a few seconds that seemed to stretch into eternity that she was going to die here on Yavin, and while that had somehow seemed fitting, it also made her a bit sad. However, things hadn't turned out that way. Not this time.
And Master Rawkill seemed to have noticed that in this instance, it was better to have some other things to do, rather than coming with Palo and Alexis. Not that she intended for anything untoward to happen, goodness she'd had enough of that! but, it would be nice to be able to have a quiet chat, get the lad settled in to the Praxeum, etc. Besides, even though he was putting a good face on it, she could tell that while he and Rawkill might be able to remain professional around each other, they were most likely not going to be friends. As someone who'd had limited interaction with members of an actual functioning Order, she understood where Palo was coming from. A Master was probably not someone he'd be comfortable with right now.
In fact, he'd gone from hardly wanting to be around Jedi, to deciding he wanted to be part of the Order much quicker than Alexis was expecting. She didn't mind at all though, however, she wanted to make sure that this was really what he wanted, instead of a decision made in the heat of the moment.
"In that case, Master Rawkill, may the Force be with you," she replied benignly, with a polite bow, before turning to Palo and gesturing further down the corridor.
"How are you settling in? Is your room satisfactory?" The Yavin IV Praxeum was not a particularly elaborate edifice, but there had been some concessions to creature comforts in the matter of residential quarters. Other than that, it was pretty run of the mill---the cafeteria food was what one would expect, most of the time. When it wasn't, one had good reason to consider skipping a meal or finding an alternative food source.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 17:38:31 GMT -8
Master Rawkill gave a nod as Palo explained some of his past run in's and gave as much information as he could regarding the origin of the bounty, which left Rawkill with a number of possible leads to follow up on. At any rate, 10 standard years effectively ruled out most of the current Senators as suspects, since most terms were held for half of that time, but that didn't mean a previous Senator had not been conducting shady business. Regardless, it was all he had to go on, and he would follow the leads up where ever and whenever he could. He gave a bow to both Alexis and Palo
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
Thank you for the information, I will do my best to follow it all up. May the force be with you both...
With that taken care of, Rawkill turned around and headed off in the other direction, to go to the Hangar Bay and take a ship and head to Coruscant, to attend this Senate Session
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Post by Palo Torsh on Nov 30, 2014 23:07:05 GMT -8
Palo bowed slightly to Master Rawkill, not entirely certain of the proper etiquette involved in biding farewell to another Jedi. He didn't repeat the customary “May the Force be with you,” before Rawkill started off toward the hanger. Despite reassuring himself that it would have just sounded redundant, he couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of regret at not uttering the phrase. He cleared the thoughts of his inconsequential handling of manners and turned to Alexis.
“Everything is fine, Alexis,” Palo replied in a calmer tone than he expected to sound. “Don't sell this academy short,” he continued, “though it may not be a fair comparison, the last room I had was a prison cell on Oovo IV.”
“So...espcaf?”
Palo had a few questions, including one regarding the priority of building a new lightsaber, and knew Alexis probably had even more about questions about Palo and his former training.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Feb 22, 2015 15:35:57 GMT -8
"Sure," Alexis replied with a relieved shrug. She had felt so on edge lately that the interaction between Master Rawkill and Palo left her feeling jumpy. "I guess this might feel confining to some, but I hope you don't find it too irksome."
"This way?" she headed down a side corridor towards the mess hall. "Yavin has been undergoing some extensive renovations in recent weeks, so we're definitely not up to our best. However, historically this has always been a place of pragmatic utility given that it started out as a Rebel base during the war."
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Post by Palo Torsh on Mar 9, 2015 16:31:08 GMT -8
I remember that war...well, hearing about it after it took place.
Palo recalled a holovid portraying TIE Bombers pummeling the Massassi Temples on the planet.
I like it here. I, uh, hope I won't be too much of a burden for the rest of the month. Not to sell myself short, but I can imagine better company than an ex-convict of the Republic.
Palo looked at Alexis, but quickly looked away and suppressed his emotions as if instinctively or habitually. During his initial training he hid away emotions such as affections and desires and let them dissolve through meditation. Considering he was going to spend the next month with Alexis, he concluded meditation would soon be a regularity.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Apr 29, 2015 13:24:44 GMT -8
"So can I," Alexis replied with a sarcastically arched eyebrow, "maybe getting acquainted with the 'fresher unit in your quarters will improve things," she smiled faintly to take the sting out of the words as she was attempting to brush up on her 'light-hearted banter' skills. This wasn't something she'd had a lot of practice with.
"Most of us only remember it from holo-vids and stories." She frowned, deep in thought for a moment, "in fact, I believe that entire generation is one with the Force now. But sometimes I can still feel them here, watching, interested to see what we achieve with the freedom they bought for us in blood. You know?"
"Anyway," she shrugged ruefully, "I was going to see if you could forget some of your past here. Or at least, start making better memories." She blushed faintly as she realized how he might interpret that, "what I mean to say is, you managed to make it here in one piece---so how do you feel about starfighters?"
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Post by Palo Torsh on Jun 12, 2015 21:18:04 GMT -8
Palo's brief discomfort and uncouthness from the thought of being observed by ghosts was dispelled as he noticed Alexis blush, then reiterated her comment. Palo smirked and resisted a slight urge to tease her.
"I love star fighters. I first learned to fly on T-65."
Although Palo made no conscious effort to impress Alexis, he hoped to elevate himself in her eyes, at least above the status of "annoyance."
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Nov 30, 2016 15:39:40 GMT -8
He would not have the chance to see it. Before Rutil had had a chance to right himself, Na'an had already deactivated her shoto and thrust both hands outward, gripping the air as if it were stones. The Bellow had rumbled deep into the building's walls and floor, shaking the construction subtly but strongly; between that and the more focused shot from Leigh's cannon, the archway leading into the Grand Audience Chamber was only a good Pull away from collapsing entirely. Na'an flexed through her arms and through the Force, and that collapse became a reality. She, the droid, and the dying man they protected disappeared into a crashing of marble and dust, blocking anyone from following them into the corridor. **** "He will follow," Leigh said, already turning to run down the corridor with long, powerful strides. "And we are running into a compound filled with his followers."The collapse of the chamber exit had bought them a few precious minutes, and neither of them had planned on wasting it, sprinting into the network of hallways connecting the Praxeum. The corridor leading into the rest of the Temple was long and winding, with multiple branches leading off into other parts of the building. While scanning for signs of life down multiple branching paths, she simultaneously downloaded as recent a map of the Yavin Praxeum as she could find. "We have several options, but this is his territory. We need to select a plan of operation, now.""I know, I know!" Na'an rubbed dust from her eye feverishly, then ripped off her eyepatch as she followed the droid at a sprint. Her eye rolled a little, then started tracking as it returned to active use. "Look, if I have any chance against him I need a place with cover," she said, her voice still a little raw from the Bellow. "On open ground with no environment, he's got me dead to rights."Leigh nodded. "There are gardens near the rear of the facility. Floral life and open-air construction provide strong options, and will keep you away from the bulk of his followers as you prepare to engage.""Those Gardens are a--" Na'an stopped abruptly, forcing a breath. When she started sprinting again, she banked on a corner Leigh took easily. "Fine. Get Aherk to Adelle, I'll catch up."Leigh's hologram snapped on, a disapproving expression hovering on the back of her dome at Na'an. "I am not comfortable leaving you to fight your teacher alone to protect this ma--""And hell if I'm going to be why that man dies!"This time it was Leigh who stopped, and regarded Na'an with a careful eye. Her friend was disheveled, but intact save for a hugely spiked heartrate and respiration. Since removing her patch, her prosthesis had turned fully active quickly, tracking only microseconds behind the organic eye. She was strong, relatively rested, and despite her obvious distress functioning quite well. It was only the feverish look in her good eye that gave Leigh cause for concern...and that was, in all likelihood, due just as much to the possibility of Aherk's death as the probability of Na'an's own. "Get him to Adelle," she said again, and her voice was steel. "Please."Leigh quickly calculated probabilities yet again, then made her decisions. She turned towards a different branch on the next fork, going left where Na'an would go right. Her path would lead towards the Strategy Center and the Medical Bay; Na'an's, back towards the garden exit. "Go right. I will return for you," she promised, loud enough for Na'an to hear as she sprinted away. "Do not dare to die before I do."Consciousness had been something of a toss-up for the black-haired man lying limp in something's cold metal hand. His memory of even the last few moments was foggy; hazy awareness was occasionally and violently interjected with searing agony, either from the shrapnel in his festering wound or a mental backlash from the two duelists he'd barely paid attention to. All he knew now was that they were in motion, and he was in the hands of the vengeful woman that had crossed time itself to kill him. And the pet project of his former apprentice. What a combo. "Y'know," Aherk said, his words forced and labored, "objectively, she's gonna..." |
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Dec 6, 2016 17:29:13 GMT -8
The hulking droid pounded through the cavernous hallways of the Yavin Praxeum at a thunderous pace, just reaching the Residential quarters as the man in her arms spoke. She rounded a corner without losing speed, her only concession to his comfort a slight adjustment in her arm. A portion of her processing powers was dedicated to the continual measurement of his vitals, particularly his alarmingly-shallow breathing. A second portion was using the same functions to a different purpose--the scanner was quite useful at locating nearby individuals, making it useful for ensuring that the Praxeum's scattered cultists remained at a safe distance.
The third, largest portion of her processing power was dedicated to desperately trying to reach Adelle.
We have an urgent medical situation, she input into the comm, grateful again for the medium's lack of emotional intonation. I need your location and status NOW.
Fortunately, her upgrades to her coolant-control circuits were finally paying off. Despite her multitasking, Leigh found just enough processing power to respond to Aherk. She even turned on her hologram for it, her pretty face oddly immobile for all their speed.
"I now understand," she said, her flat tone barely hiding her disdain, "why she just elected to save you. You are such an optimistic individual."
Adelle, if you are in trouble you need to inform me!
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Dec 10, 2016 10:43:36 GMT -8
"Sa-...s-wha?"
LE-03's words were hazed and barely audible. But there was no mistaking the word "save" in this context. Not after being sold down the river by his friend, not after being kidnapped by some zealot and his army of little baby cultists, and definitely not after the spectre of his failure had returned after a decade to pass judgment. Had it not been for the cold metal of his apprentice's droid's chassis, the black-haired Human would have sworn for all the galaxy that he had been killed, and this entire episode was simply a final hallucination before the inevitable; one last flight of fancy for a deranged mind before it was cast into the abyss.
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Post by Vidalu Na'an on Dec 12, 2016 11:21:00 GMT -8
Leigh's hologram simulated a snort. "And your intelligence persists. Really, after all your known data points, this turn of events surprises you?"
She slowed to a halt and ducked into a nearby set of residential quarters, fortuitously empty. Part of her processes were still scanning the premises, the algorithm only slightly disturbed by the fact that the droid had expected some kind of resistance by now. The cultists that had seemed to be everywhere in the hangar were now nowhere to be seen--would the battle their master had begun have not registered, or were they elsewhere engaged?
For that matter, Adelle was equally silent. The doctor had agreed to be at their disposal as support on this mission, and had split from the group only to make a brief search for the man now in her arms. The Praxeum was laid out with almost no communication dead zones; as a former Jedi hub it required an extensive network, with any holes guarded by steep security. It was unlikely that Adelle was in any of those zones, given her promise to stay within safe parameters for the mission. If she was not responding, then, it was for other reasons. The probability that the cultists were engaging her directly was not absolute, but barring more likely theories it fit the known variables.
What to do, then? Leigh scanned over the digital map she had downloaded. It was decades old and several areas were blacked out, but from it she could infer the location of what was likely some sort of computer hub or old strategy center. If she went there, she'd have far superior access to the Praxeum's systems--perhaps even cameras or a monitoring system she could use to locate the Healer.
Her chosen pathway clicked with her programming, creating the pleasant sense of a decision well made with sound logic. She returned her focus to the outside world, and re-opened the door into the corridor.
"You are fortunate that your lack of faith is irrelevant," she said, with a faint twist to her voice that could have been sarcasm. "I am going to locate our Healer now. Hold fast."
She braced herself, tensing her joints, then thundered her way out the door, taking a hard left towards the blank spot in her map.
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Post by Dr. Levi Rose on Dec 16, 2016 12:42:41 GMT -8
Wake up at 11. In the evening.
One hand-rolled Red Leaf to start up the buzz and kill the hangover. Also to kill the nightmares.
Shower.
Shave.
White coat, scrubs, and review dataslate to check overnight bacta tank progress.
Toasted bread and caf with a touch of Corellian Cream.
Second hand-rolled before leaving, if he heard the sounds of blaster fire echoing through the hallways. Self-medication was a blessing, and given that the medical droids were older models that routinely read his pheromone production as a severe case of dandruff, then yeah, he was going to diagnose himself, thank you very much.
And the doctor's orders were one stick of Red Leaf as needed for anxiety. Wonderful stuff, Red Leaf. Got the brain buzzed on humanoids, slowed the heart rate, worked wonders for sleep, and you only had to worry about toxin buildup if you had one liver. The goddess and his Zeltron DNA had blessed Levi with two. Side effects solved!
So yeah, for a few months after the Siege of Yavin he'd jumped at shadows- thinking the students coming around the corner were Mandalorians, and loud noises in the hangar were grenades going off. The Siege of Yavin wasn't a fun time for anyone, and some of the survivors went for counseling. The Jedi had their Masters and meditation. Troopers had the Republic Army's VA officers.
But on the books Levi was a prisoner, so he didn't qualify for the second, and the Masters were too busy for the first. But why bother with a fireside chat when you could fix the problem with the liberal application of alcohol and red leaf? He was a doctor, not a psychologist. His training had taught him that the body was a machine, and if the machine was breaking, it needed some maintenance. Words were vibrations in atmosphere- medicine was concrete.
So on his next wakeup, when Levi heard the sounds of blasters and the shouts of troopers in the hallways, he rolled over, picked up a hand-rolled red-leaf stick, and struck a match. One puff. Exhale. Second puff. Exhale. Third puff. Exhale. Stick spent. Desired effect achieved.
The blaster fire faded. Faded. Faded.
But didn't stop.
Levi reached for a second stick, figuring his body had finally built up an immunity to the Leaf. Then the door to his compartment slid open from the outside- security override. Had to be. He'd locked it last night after the one dock worker had left from their liaison. Triple checked it in fact. That one could've been a clinger if he'd read the signs right.
So the door opened and in slid a Republic trooper, blaster aimed from the hip, ducking into Levi's kitchenette for cover.
The two locked eyes briefly. Trooper with blaster, blast vest, and com channel buzzing. Levi with spent controlled substance balanced between fingers, naked beneath his sheets, and starting to feel buzzed and remembering another time not too long ago.
Didn't I...? Did we...? Four months ago...?
One night stands were not meant to be relived in war zones. So the trooper regained composure, shouted into the com, threw a flashbang around the corner of Levi's front door, yelled something about Levi securing himself in the refresher, and ran back out into what Levi figured was combat. Blaster fire continued unabated. That might've been followed by the snap-hiss of a lightsaber activating. Levi glanced at his spent Red-Leaf stick.
Was that batch laced with something? Hallucinogen?
He blinked. Stood up. Did some stretches with his eyes closed. Studiously ignored where the blinking red light of his door would be, indicating that the paltry lock from last night was still in place. Followed his routine to the letter despite the blaster fire outside his walls.
Showered.
Shaved.
Breakfast.
Dressed fully. The Medical Center datapad in hand while he nursed his cup of caf. Intake was waaaaay above where it had been yesterday. That was one clue things weren't right.
He blinked, took a deep breath. Turned toward the entrance to his compartment.
The door was no longer locked.
"Well Sith," he said, reaching for his white-and-blue 'Non-Com' blast vest and helmet that he kept stashed under the sink. Fastened them over his scrubs, tucked the datapad into a back pocket, and took a deep breath. If this was a bad batch of Red Leaf, if he was imagining that blinking red light was off, and he walked out onto that floor wearing his combat gear? No biggie- considering what he hadn't been wearing during Life Day celebrations. People would call him crazy. The Jedi might file a petition with the Republic to get him discharged into a Section 8 facility. It would be denied.
Again.
So, nothing to lose, Levi prepared himself to 'Do no harm' for the day in an active war zone that existed either in reality or a thoroughly buzzed corner of his mind.
Opened the door.
Stepped out into the hallway, pink skinned, scrubbed, white coat on, and wearing his doctor's blast vest and helmet.
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Post by Dragus on Oct 20, 2024 11:14:17 GMT -8
After the arrival of the DragCorp Industries caravan in the gardens outside the main Praxeum structure, the pitter-patter of gnarled paws on old stone echoed throughout the abandoned corridors as a small army of ranats hurry-scurried along those hallowed halls, desperately seeking anything of value or interest. Mostly they found mould and a whole lot of invasive vines as the jungle sought to reclaim the ancient temple. They clawed intricate furrows into the stone walls to mark areas they had already checked, collectively piecing together a rudimentary map of the grounds, which was distributed to all of the crew chiefs in charge of the different work teams.
Instead of bunking on the cramped transports, the Gamorrean lumberjacks decided to set up a temporary barracks in the residential quarters of the temple, with each boar being responsible for clearing out their own room. Anything left behind by the previous inhabitants was dumped out into the hall to be picked through by the rats, unless the rooms new occupants wanted those items for themselves. A few of the clan boars could be seen sporting looted Jedi robes, though they treated them more like bathrobes, donning them after they came out of the showers. Surprisingly those still worked and had only required a moderate effort by one of the caravan's assigned tinker rats to get turned on. The water coming through the pipes at first was brown, but after running for a few minutes it came out of the pipe clear and cold. Coming from a quaint tribal upbringing, the mutant pigs eschewed the use of the kitchen facilities and instead set up a big pot in the centre of the common room. They smashed up old chairs and tore up forgotten books to use as kindling, then got a stew going using several of the animal carcasses they had come across while clear cutting the jungle, filling the residential quarters with the smell of boiled mutton.
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