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Post by Tom Klanzo on Nov 30, 2015 18:25:01 GMT -8
*Her mother was a pilot and received the same necklace from her own father, who was a pilot in the Clone Wars... Tom made a mental note to research naval emblems later, choosing to only nod when Raine explained her mother didn't speak much of her home or her parents, as it seemed to make her sad. Feeling he'd learned enough about the parents themselves for the moment, he tilted his head slightly.*
And the dreams?
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Post by Raine Bralor on Dec 2, 2015 20:29:43 GMT -8
*Raine paused for a moment as she collected her thoughts.* "The dream, it's about when my parents died. Only different than what I remember. I see it all from a distance, as if through a thick fog. My dad staying behind to slow our attackers down, my mom and I getting into our ship. A rocket tearing the cockpit apart. Me barely escaping the ship as it started coming apart. Then...." *She stopped for a moment, not sure how to exactly describe the next part.* "I see a shadowy figure in the fog. Who he is exactly, I don't know. In my dreams I can feel his emotions, fear, desperation, a growing pit in his stomach. I....I think it might be my father. I never saw him get killed. Could he have survived and thinks that my mother and I are the ones who died?"
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Dec 12, 2015 21:42:19 GMT -8
*Raine started by stating that the dream was about the events of her parents' death, then explained that she had been watching as though from a distance, through a fog. Tom hadn't exactly heard the details of their deaths, so he listened intently. They had fled from attackers, only for their ship to be blown apart and Raine barely escaping alive while her father stayed behind to defend them...
But now Raine had seen a figure in her dream, and felt their pained emotions... and surmised that it might have been her father, for she hadn't actually seen him die. Perhaps so? It would be a touch of light in the girl's life, though how they'd managed to remain separated for so long... then again, Tom didn't know the full details. He folded his hands and set them in his lap.*
I would very much like to believe that would be the case, unless you can think of anyone else who would feel such things?
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Post by Raine Bralor on Dec 14, 2015 19:31:16 GMT -8
*Raine wanted to also believe that it was her father.* "I...don't know of anyone else that would have the same feelings. Unless you counted the ones on Mandalore. No one else was on the smugglers moon with us." *She wanted to ask more questions, but wasn't sure what to say. Shaking her head, she decided to not dwell on the topic.* "That was years ago though. I can't changed what happened, if my father is alive, then maybe I will find him one day."
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Dec 16, 2015 21:25:55 GMT -8
*"The ones on Mandalore"? Tom raised a single eyebrow; sure, perhaps she meant other family on the world, but he was intent on learning as much about her as she would allow. Nobly, she seemed accepting that she can't change the past, and that if her father survived, then they would perhaps meet again, but it was no use dwelling on what had happened. Tom nodded.*
Indeed! But I'm curious, who are these "ones on Mandalore" that you speak of?
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Post by Raine Bralor on Dec 22, 2015 20:36:29 GMT -8
*Raine thought about Toms question for a second. Who was left on Mandalore for her exactly.* "Well, my grandparents are there still, I think. They were very old, the last time I saw them is when I was really little. My aunts and uncles are there, but I'm not sure where to find them. I never met my moms side of the family, just heard stories about them. But, there still has to be someone there." *She paused for a moment, unsure how to ask the question that plagued her for some time.* "But....would they even want me? Since I'm force sensitive and all. Mandalorians and force users don't exactly get along very well."
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Post by Zemear on Dec 25, 2015 20:14:21 GMT -8
The door to the dining hall opened abruptly, though, not by some ill tempered force. The shadow which covered the doorway might be familiar to some, but to others, it would just be massive. An 6'8 Epikanthix walked amiably into the room, for his size- looking slightly more composed than someone who had been swallowed by a sarlacc then spat back up again.
The silent boy was, by no means, un-kept or shameful in his appearance. Though, his long black hair- normally tied back, hung partly in front of his rugged face in unhampered strands, save for his perfectly in tact padawan braid. The vest, he often favored, clung to his body in near tatters, only keeping a grip on its owner, and the weapons it bore. The rest of his clothing, though clean, bore the scars of rampant wildlife and incurable stains from strange Felucian substances- perhaps even blood. Perhaps the most pristine feature of the Epikanthix, was the two, recently constructed vibro swords crossing his back, and the heavy repeater rifle, kept in excellent condition, strapped to his side.
Zemear's striking, steely blue eyes scanned the room, tiredly resting on Tom, but then finding their way over to the food counter. It had been months sense the boy tasted normally prepared food- though, he had no problem creating his own meals out in the Felucian wilderness. He'd actually gotten quite good at it. The local people helped him quite often, and already he almost felt safer out there- having tribes of allies to aid him- than he did here, where even the strongest of Jedi could eventually stay you in the back- or turn out to be a sith, or something.
Still, his stomach pushed his heavily armed body forward, and though he did feel the presence of his Jedi master very near, his very animalistic desire for food ruled him. His chosen meal was simple- after all, most of the food was already grown or harvested from this very planet. But a rather large amount of food adorned his plate when he was finished. Satisfied, the Epikanthix cast his eyes about again, this time landing them heavily on Tom's figure.
Another female was with him- a young girl, from the look of it. Zemear pondered on if he should approach them. His ragged appearance, and his size might frighten her. So, for the moment, the Epikanthix chose to stand in Tom's line of sight, leaned against the wall, watching him, and eating his food with a politeness that belied his very real hunger.
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Dec 25, 2015 22:14:35 GMT -8
*Grandparents? Of course. Tom awaited further details, but when Raine revealed that she hadn't seen them since she was very young, he set aside the idea that the feeling she felt belonged to them. As well as that, she only noticed one figure, not two. It seemed more and more likely her father may have survived after all... or a mysterious fourth figure she was unfamiliar with. But he had no evidence to support that, and for now he only nodded and replied to her, even as his eyes trailed away from her...*
If he truly does live, then someday the two of you may yet be reunited...
*His eyes found the Epicanthix youth, just as Tom had sensed him approach. Unsurprisingly, he looked very ragged. Tom hadn't entirely been certain what his apprentice had sought in the wilderness, but it had been his journey. Periodic updates via datapad—as well as Tom's own extended senses—had assured his survival, and Tom had little doubt the boy would return.
Not boy... he had grown much. He was a man now. After what he'd been through, and come out stronger for it... he'd proven himself. And now he'd returned, but seemed content to watch the pair at the table from afar. Tom wouldn't have that, so he nodded his head, gesturing for him to join them as he slid further into the booth to make way.*
I hope you don't mind if my apprentice Zemear joins us. I assure you, he's a gentle giant. Doesn't speak much.
*He gave a reassuring smile to her as he waited for Zemear to join them. It was good to see him again, though Tom still had Raine to deal with as well. One thing at a time...*
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Post by Zemear on Dec 25, 2015 22:30:58 GMT -8
Had he been one to show sentimental emotion, Zemear would have wrapped his massive arms around his Jedi master- because deep within himself, the Epikanthix very much missed his teacher. He'd thought of Tom often, and some times wished to tell the man more about what he'd discovered and what he was up to. But small talk was never one of Zemear's talents. The point now, was he felt at peace, with his Father, with the deaths in his family, and with his lightside path. Even if situations in his past could be blamed on him, those things happened in the past. Nothing more could be done about them, except to learn from them, and honor those who had perished by living for the light they stood for, and protecting those he could.
Zemear slowly approached the table, careful not to move too quickly so as not to frighten the young girl. Tom's words proved reassuring, but the large Padawan knew the power of intimidation, even accidentally. It had taken him a great wile to gain some Felucians trust, but eventually, through hard work, he'd done it. Sitting down beside his master, Zemear regarded the girl with a small smile and respectful nod. His steely blue eyes softened on her, before he continued eating his food.
He'd also learned, out in the wilderness, of his limitations, and that the only way to overcome them, was to accept them. The attack on Niango had damaged his ability to accept failure. So many had died, and he was unable to protect them. But that did not mean he had caused their deaths, or the city's destruction. Perhaps Tom would sense a more stable, understanding presence beside him- rather than the angry, brooding boy who had stormed off into the woods months ago, in savage search for his father. But Tom would have to learn this either from the force, or from prolonged exposure to the giant. Because he was right.
Zemear did not talk much.
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Post by Raine Bralor on Dec 28, 2015 19:56:30 GMT -8
*Raine took comfort in what Tom said. She really wanted to believe that she might find her father one day. Before she could speak, Tom turned his attention to an approaching figure. Raine turned to see who it was, only to have her gaze fall on the biggest human she had ever seen. She straightened up a little at the sight of him. Her voice seemed to have vanished for several seconds, but by the time he sat down, she had found it again and was able to get out quit, shy greeting* "H....hi."
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Post by Tom Klanzo on Dec 30, 2015 20:24:10 GMT -8
*Tom let out a hearty laugh at Raine's reaction to Zemear's appearance. Perhaps he shouldn't have, but Zemear's mere presence certainly was impressive. Zemear at least seemed to try his best to put on a friendly countenance, though Tom knew that could only do so much. Still chuckling, Tom spoke to Raine.*
No need to be so shy. There's a kind soul in there; he's quite good friends with a girl not much younger than you, though she would appear even younger.
*Tom looked sideways at his apprentice, considering his new stature. He could see it, sense it; a collectedness, a calmer presence. What had he learned in the jungle? How had he grown? And had he had time to rest or clean up since returning to the base? He had to guess at least "no" to the latter. In fact, Zemear was probably holding his first real meal in quite some time. But there was no hint of complaint or regret in his composure whatsoever...
Tom smiled, more to himself, as he regarded his growth.*
You will have to tell me everything, Zemear, when there is time.
*He then turned back towards Raine once more.*
So what are your plans for today, young one?
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Post by Zemear on Dec 30, 2015 20:59:37 GMT -8
Zemear blinked down at the small girl as she attempted to speak. Her voice was soft, timid- trailing behind the awe his massive figure caused within her. Her voice almost sounded like his- when his mind saw it fit to give it to him. With a slightly wider smile, he reached into his vest and pulled out something in his large hand. Slowly placing his hand on the table before Raine, he unfurled his fingers to reveal a delicate Felucian flower. It's violet peddles were trimmed in crimson. The very center burst forth with brilliant yellow. The silent giant handled the planet with a gentility which belied his immense strength, as he held it out to her.
Looking over to Tom, he nodded affirmatively. He was- by far, no Jedi knight yet, and he expected Tom to one day, at least, train him to use a lightsaber. Eventually that might become an important skill, even though he felt quite confident in his blades and repeater blaster. True to Tom's assumptions, Zemear hadn't had time to stop by the dorms and clean up, but that didn't mean he was untidy. Obviously, the boy had the rugged appearance of being out in the jungle for almost a year- but he almost seamed as if it wasn't that bad. After all, Zemear had traveled from Felucian settlements for the most part. His early months were spent more primitively than his last few had been. But that did not mean he didn't miss the base- perhaps a real bed. he'd sleep like an immovable bolder tonight, he was sure- a very big immovable bolder.
With the smile fading slightly, the Epikanthix turned his attention to his food once more, eager to hear the girl answer his master's question. He wanted to know her voice better. Voices were very important to him- especially considering he had none.
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Post by Iella Dresari on Jan 4, 2016 16:11:43 GMT -8
*Iella entered the dining hall, the call for food temporarily outweighing all else for the moment. Never having been what one would call a picky eater, it wasn't long before she had loaded her tray and was sitting down to enjoy her first meal on Felucia.*
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Post by Taralorn Melvarrik on Jan 4, 2016 20:03:56 GMT -8
While he was intrigued to try out the variety of choices available in the Jedi Base, Taralorn had found himself growing rather fond of the Felucian mushrooms and their taste. Some of them didn't even need much in the way of preparation. Then again, he could eat just about anything without difficulty. So there he was, making his way into the cafeteria, the subject of mindless wandering more than actual desire as he sampled a fist-sized mushroom, and he paused before a young woman with blonde hair, clad in traditional Jedi robes. Gesturing to the seat across from her, and with a warm, friendly smile, he asked, in a voice far more jovial than fitted the husky, hoarseness of his natural tone, "Suilad, mellon! Is this seat taken? And would you mind a little company?"
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Post by Iella Dresari on Jan 4, 2016 20:42:39 GMT -8
*Iella looked up from her meal to see a youngish looking man approaching her, and she smiled and shook her head when he asked to join her. No harm in having some company for lunch, especially since she really didn't know anyone here yet. Well, except that Dandleion guy...at least this person wasn't going all over with the flowery speech and pick up lines...*"Not at all. Although I'm not much of a conversationalist when I'm eating. Hope that's all right."
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Post by Taralorn Melvarrik on Jan 6, 2016 6:23:11 GMT -8
“That's quite fine,” said Taralorn, “I am told it's rather rude to talk when you're eating nevertheless, except when you're really pressed for time, starving, and you're trying to discuss war plans.”
He cast a curious glance around at the people in the Dining Area, getting a read on their general demeanour, then leaned forward a little and said in his soft, husky voice, “Seeing as that is not particularly the case at the moment, we're good for the silence while eating bit.”
Relaxing himself, he leaned back in his seat, allowing the young woman to enjoy her meal in peace. He in turn, took his time to sample more of the local produce so to speak. The mushrooms, he discovered, could go anywhere between providing excellent nourishment to giving him a wild adventure right where he sat. He decided there ought to be packaging and labelling involved for them if there was ever to be a mass supply of this stuff. His next venture into food here, he decided, would be coming directly from the kitchens of the Dining Area.
When the young woman appeared to be finishing with her meal, Taralorn finally deigned to speak, “So, are you new to Felucia? My name's Taralorn Melvarrik, by the way.”
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Post by Iella Dresari on Jan 6, 2016 19:15:50 GMT -8
*Iella smiled nodded and, for a moment there was silence at the table as the two of them ate. The stranger appeared to be sampling some mushrooms of some kind. Well, to each his own as they said. Her meal was much more "conventional" by Human standards.
She had more or less finished when the man introduced himself as Taralorn. With a smile, she introduced herself.*"I am new, actually. Just got here. I'm Iella Dresari. Nice to meet you, Taralorn."
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Post by Raine Bralor on Jan 6, 2016 19:58:35 GMT -8
*Raine let out a small sound of awe when she saw the flower. Her eyes widened at the bright colors. Carefully she took the flower from Zemear and held it in her hands. In Zemears hands the flower seemed small, but in hers, it was much larger. She had never seen a flower like it, actually she had seen very few flowers in her lifetime.* "It's pretty." *She said in a quit voice. Her grey eyes turned from the flower to the man that had presented it to her.* "Where did you find it?"
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Post by Taralorn Melvarrik on Jan 6, 2016 20:02:42 GMT -8
“Likewise,” said Taralorn. While Iella seemed friendly enough, Taralorn sensed that she was rather guarded, cautious, or perhaps, simply reserved. He wasn't quite sure, but he didn't mind. He enjoyed meeting new people and making friends, as long as he did his best to ignore the fact that he would outlive them, and there would come the time of the pain of loss whenever he made close friendships with any Adhartim. Then again, everyone had a time and place, he supposed, even him. So, pushing the morbid thoughts aside, he maintained his smile while moving on to a more serious subject as it were.
“So, new to Felucia, huh? Been to some of the sights around here? They say the Sarlacc pit on this planet is one of the largest ones in entire galaxy. Worth checking out at least once in your life.” He lifted up an uneaten mushroom without its stem and showed it to her, “A word to the wise, though, if ever you get the urge to eat whilst out in the wilderness of this formidable planet, check with natives for which one won't give you an unwanted trip to the rainbow galaxy. Or check with me. I think I have the varieties figured out. I know they say Jedi learn to live off the Force, but sometimes it's just not worth it.”
Grinning, he said, “Oh and feel free to stop me if I seem to be getting too chatty, any time.”
He dropped the mushroom on the table and leaned back, his smile finally fading a little, “Mind if I ask what led you to Felucia? I have a theory, and your answer might help me piece the mystery together.”
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Post by Zemear on Jan 6, 2016 22:04:15 GMT -8
Zemear smiled slightly when she mentioned the flower's beauty. Zemear himself found many things beautiful, like that flower- the twilight rays filtering throughout the felucian jungle plants, the art of combat. He found a lot of strange things beautiful also, like the rough texture of a mountainside, or the intricate fractures lacing a broken sheet of ice at the end of winter. He let out a slight sigh as he pondered on these things for but a moment. Ice rarely formed on this planet, if ever- and he missed the snow which often blanketed Panitha's grounds. He listened to her words and put her voice to memory. It was a timid, soft voice, but one he felt, could hold much strength behind it- given time.
She asked him where he'd obtained the flower from, and without skipping a beet, the large Epikanthix took out a holo device and switched it on. Just above the table, the planet of felucia rotated. After keying a few numbers, the spinning orb zoomed into a zone all the way on the other side of Niango- quite far from the base, and then even farther, focusing in on a valley.
Zemear was sure the flowers were elsewhere on the planet, but she'd asked where he'd found that one. Pointing to the map, he nodded affirmatively, then looked to Tom. The map Zoomed out and a few green dots appeared on it. Small outlines made shapes about the green indicators, and a green label at the bottom readFriendly
Obviously Zemear hadn't only been on a normal meditative outing. He'd also done plenty of cartography work. Some of the thickest jungles which had yet to be hand charted, now appeared on the map, and as indicated, there were over 40 Friendly Felucian sights Zemear had visited. His smile grew slightly to more of a proud one. He'd been rather busy, but this was only a small portion of his accomplishments. The Epikanthix just wanted Tom to know his student had been working. A trek through the jungle, here, was no vacation.
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