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Post by Celina Alex Carter on Oct 15, 2013 23:02:36 GMT -8
*One-Bee did not completely understand the question of what century he'd been "living" in, and was therefore forced to conclude the question as what the organics referred to as "rhetorical," therefore not needing an answer from him. He knew no one by the name of "Celina Alex Carter," but he recognized the designation of "Ageless," and One-Bee recognized the woman she was describing as Asyeline Skyrah. When she gave an alternate name of herself, a quick scan of his databases confirmed her identity, and the droid gave a quick nod.*:: Ah, right you are, Miss Ghomesz. Excuse me, I must tend to the patient. ::*One-Bee did so, meanwhile attempting a database query for some sort of identification. He could find none, so he extended his search as he worked, querying databases across the galaxy, still returning zero reports. Either he had lived a very healthy life so far or he just preferred to stay off the map. Regardless, it appeared there was no physical trauma suffered from the freighter landing, and in fact must have missed him completely. No, the man merely seemed highly fatigued, his body in desperate need of rest and sustenance. Rest, he was receiving. Nutrients he could provide directly into the bloodstream, though a proper meal would be prescribed as soon as he was awake.*:: He is fine, merely fatigued. He just needs rest, and, as soon as he's awake, a good meal. Thank you for bringing him to us. :: She says, ??I-I think I'll just stick around...y'know, if it's okay???The girl takes a seat on a chair next to the man's bed. She's just hiding her nervousness at the fact that she nearly killed him. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2013 7:44:22 GMT -8
Some time later...
Darkness became blinding light as his eyes strained to open. He remembered nothing. Not even a dream. One moment he was on the verge of collapse with imminent death approaching. The next he was waking up in a strange bed, amidst a strange room. Which was more than likely in a strange location. The only thing different was the fatigue that he had felt from overexertion was gone, replaced by muscular lethargy common in oversleeping. Many scents assailed him, both foreign and familiar, but he couldn't be bothered to sift through them. Groaning, the young man propped himself up with his elbows before forcing himself to finally sit up. He remained oblivious to any other presence in the room, too focused in the mere act of movement. Before he could fully leave the bed he found wires attached to himself and his hand. What...? Confusion was evident in his features as he frowned, then he proceeded to tug at them violently. Beeping noises came from the machine that the wires had been attached to, the sound of which served to startle the man. What is going... where am I? The cold shot through his shins as his bare feet made contact with the floor. But no sooner does he take his first step that he's down on one knee, clutching his head as pain exploded through his skull once more. The young man gritted his teeth. What is this... why can't I remember anything?
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Post by Ambar Calmcacil on Oct 21, 2013 12:41:31 GMT -8
:: Sir, please, you must relax, you are not ready to move about freely just yet. ::
*The droid had been relieved to see the man awaken, but alarmed to see him react the way he had. The 2-1B meddroid stepped around in front of him, doing his best to look down at the man.*
:: You were unconscious due to incredible fatigue brought on by sleep and nutrient deprivation. Please, do not exert yourself before you are ready. ::
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Post by Celina Alex Carter on Oct 21, 2013 23:40:05 GMT -8
??Oh sick!?? Celina jumps when the man awakens, fortunately, the droid intervenes. However, the droid is only stating the obvious. Great load of help you are. The girl thinks grumpily at the droid.
??What??? She mutters almost to herself and slowly raises her massive power wrench closer to her head, ??Oh right! Do what my mother does! I knew that! D'uh!??
She puts her wrench down and thinks to herself how her biological mother, supposedly the most powerful healer in the Eastern Outer Rim does her work. ??Let's see, I think it involves boiling oil...a power drill, nuts, bolts, lots of sharp objects and cutting tools....oh wait!?? She slaps herself on the forehead, ??That's for fixing droids, my bad. Oh yeah, she just does this...??
The girl holds out a palm over the man's head, and draws on her extensive power in the Force, and unleashes upon him Force Awesomeness, which is basically a glorified form of Force Body, Force Aura and Force Strength, with a little of Force Healing, so basically she was marginally successful, but hey, who doesn't like to have awesomeness? Oh and just because she's absolutely insane and full of teen angst, she adds a little Force Pimple-Removal, and Force Panadol. Isn't she nice?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 7:31:09 GMT -8
The sound of someone or something speaking brought him back from the brink of pain. Bracing himself with one hand against his knee, the young man pushed himself up and came face to face with a droid. It appeared to be directing it's words towards him, but they were unintelligible. He gave it a quick once over, not recognizing it's model or make. Before he could even speak he was suddenly accosted by a human girl. Human! Finally, something familiar. But alas she too spoke in that strange tongue. It was then that she held her palm over his head. He opened his mouth to inquire as to what she was doing, but everything happened so fast. The girl had called out to Ashla, and Ashla answered by coursing through the young man. The transition was jarring, shocking, and yet invigorating. The aches, the pains, the fatigue all gone. Running his hand across his cheek he noticed that his face felt strangely smoother as well. Odd, but he paid it no mind. The young man took a step back but was halted by the bed behind him. Right, feeling a little crowded here. He turned once more to face the droid and the girl. It was then he realized something. He had judged the girl by appearance, thinking she was human. But her scent spoke otherwise. Glancing from one to the other, he finally spoke. But the archaic words that came out would be just as unintelligible to these two as their words were to him. "Where is this place?"
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Post by Celina Alex Carter on Oct 23, 2013 4:13:34 GMT -8
Celina listens to the man and frowns at One-Bee, looking confused. She points at the man but keeps her eyes on the family medical droid, ??Did he just speak Abie-Dobie???
Her head abruptly whips to the Power Wrench lying by the man's bedside, and she picks it up, looking at it in concentration, and then she abruptly speaks, ??Yes of course I know it's a made up language by me, that's what makes it more awesome that someone else coincidentally speaks it. With greater fluency too!?? The excitement makes her musical voice flow in an unusual tune.
Putting her wrench back down, she smiles at the man, ??Auf Wiedersehen, ich Schrauben und Muttern essen, sind Sie ekelhaft und Ihren Joghurt berührte mein Eis. Ich weine. Guten Tag.?? She waves at the man and hops back a little, looking cute, thinking she has said her imaginary language and formal greeting very well.
Trust me, you don't want to know what that translates into.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Oct 28, 2013 19:08:10 GMT -8
Several minutes passed while Leigh waited for a response; she realized that Na'an needed time, she hadn't expected an immediate response, but still, for her.. It was quite the wait. Finally, though, she started untensing. Leigh's projected face adopted a comforting smile, glad that the girl was finally letting herself relax..
And then she spoke, and Leigh realized that something was definitely off. That was not Na'an's voice; she didn't even recognize it. She knew about Cao's situation, with another mind inside his head, but the voice remained the same. This, though.. This was unusual. She blinked, confused.
"..It is. Who are you?" Na'an's eye blinked owlishly back. "I'm Tyrono Parr. 'Scuse me." The girl's body sat up swiftly, and with a single push against the droid's metallic body was upright and brushing dust off her tunic. "I'm not surprised you don't know about me. You seem to be a Shan product, and none of the Shans ever bothered to ask many questions. Not that she ever made it easy...damned kid even kept me out for a while." There was no other effort to explain further; rather, the man's voice did not seem to be in the habit of explaining himself often. Instead, he focused on the door, sending Na'an's thin fingers dancing across the access pad. "Heh. You'd think they'd change the access codes once in a while." Na'an's thumb skated across the pad, and the door opened again to reveal Adelle on the other side. "Hello, miss. You're a medical professional, am I correct?" The man who called himself Tyrono Parr held out Na'an's hand, a disarming smile spread across her face. "Don't be alarmed, I'm here to help with the diagnosis, since it's a little more complicated than Na'an thought. Tell me, are you familiar with schizophrenics?"
Then the young woman spoke.
What the kriff? Adelle blinked at Vidalu. And blinked again. That . . . That wasn't how Vidalu spoke. This . . . speaker, for lack of a better word, was someone different. Someone new. What the hell was going on? She'd seen and played a part in some crazy stuff but this took the ryshcate. Without hesitation, the speaker addressed her and asked a question, clearly expecting an answer. Adelle opened her mouth to respond but nothing happened. Words, dammit, use your words! Her brain seemed to get the message and began functioning again."Beyond the texts I've read, I have no experience with schizophrenics," she said finally. She'd let the "medical professional" thing slide. "Is that what's wrong?" Belatedly, she—and consequently her writer—remembered that the speaker had held out his—her?—hand. She took it and shook it, a little awkwardly. Force, how long had it been since she'd met someone that shook hands instead of bowed or actually acknowledged her presence with more than a nod? Too long, if this was how she felt. |
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Post by Johun Starfield on Nov 22, 2013 16:45:13 GMT -8
Johun awoke to the sounds of medical devices beeping, humming, and generally making noise. His head was pounding. Looking to his left, Johun sees his opponent, in even worse shape than he. Sitting up, Johun focuses on the boy, searching him in the Force, trying to assess his injuries himself. Then, seeing they were serious, but ultimately survivable, Johun tries to connect to him with the Force, unsure if his consciousness would answer.
You have quite the raw talent, but it is unfocused.
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Post by Von Verros on Nov 25, 2013 8:37:28 GMT -8
Von slowly woke up from his deep sleep, he took notice that he couldn't move much do to the fact that he was tied down. At first he thought it had to do with his actions in the training room. But as he looked over at his right arm he saw why. Bolts and pins held his arm together in its natural form as a metal frame held the gear in place. Long pins extended from each of his fingers as it was held in the frame. Von's chest was covered in bandages and his right leg was slightly bandaged. Sighing he turned his head and saw the man that he was fighting laying next to him, he heard a voice in his head like before but took no notice to it. It was going to take him sometime to heal but when it was healed he would leave this place.
I lost....so what ever talent you speak of doesn't exist. So how about you just leave me alone...because I am in no mood to talk
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Post by Johun Starfield on Nov 25, 2013 8:53:12 GMT -8
Johun slipped out of his bed and calmly walked over to the boy.
Losing isn't the same as having no talent.
Johun grabbed an apple off of a food cart and held it out in his right hand.
Focus on this apple, as of you were holding it yourself.
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Post by Von Verros on Nov 25, 2013 9:21:55 GMT -8
Von looked at the apple in the man's hand and sighed looking away
You want me to do what is not possible, I have had this done before. I know what you want me to do, and I will not be humiliated again.
Von turned back to the apple and focused on it not as if he was holding it but imagining that it was exploding in the mans hands. He didn't really pay much attention to it but focused for a little while and then turned back away from the man loosing attention.
What do you want with me, I tried to kill you and you still want to talk to me.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Nov 25, 2013 11:24:29 GMT -8
You didn't try to kill me. That Johun gestured to the Sith sword laying up against the wall in the corner. tried to kill me. I have interest in you. I can feel the Force in you. Johun levitated the apple to the boy, leaving it above his chest.. I can teach you the ways of Ashla.
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Post by Von Verros on Nov 25, 2013 17:36:47 GMT -8
Von Looked over at his sword in the corner and sighed, he didn't understand what was drawing him near his sword. But before he could react he saw the apple floating in front of his chest. Reaching out he grabbed the apple in his hands and looked it over.
This stuff you call force what is it and what does it have to do with me.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Nov 25, 2013 18:22:10 GMT -8
What is the Force? Well that is a complicated question.
Johun pulled up a medical stool to the side of the boy's bed.
The Force is all around us, and in us. It is in you, me, that apple, everything. It connects all things. It flows through us, guiding and assisting us. We work in harmony with it. As far as how it concerns you, you are strong in the Force. It's connection to you is strong. Not everyone can feel or sense the Force, only a small population of the beings in the Galaxy. Surely you can think of an instance in your life that you couldn't explain how you did something extraordinary compared to everyone else
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Post by Von Verros on Nov 25, 2013 19:05:21 GMT -8
Von thought back to when he was on Korriban alone. He never took notice when he was able to accomplish impossible things, but never thought anything of it. Looking down at the apple Von focused on the apple and imagined that it was flying through the wall. He watched as the apple rose slowly it was shaky and unsteady, but when he truly focused on the apple flying into the wall he watched as it zipped and smashed into the wall causing it to produce apple sludge. Looking down at his left hand and then to his right.
I remember using something strong during the fight, but it was vague. All I know is that caused my arm to shatter, if the force is so great why did it cause me to have this useless arm.
Von forced his right hand into a fist the pins moving and the bones cracking and rubbing against each other. He wasn't able to move them much but he just tested the waters
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Post by Johun Starfield on Nov 25, 2013 19:19:40 GMT -8
You weren't prepared for what happened. The Force is very powerful, as you learned. Sometimes, we can't control it. But with the proper training, one can utilize it to do what they must.
Johun sighed and stood, staring out the window nearby.
There are two main thoughts on the Force. Light or Dark. The darkside tends to focus on using emotions like, hate and anger, to fuel the Force within you. Darksiders seek to use the Force as a tool, becoming its Master. It tends to allow one to become powerful quickly, but ultimately consumes anyone who uses it. The lightside tends to temper emotions, using instead the Force in a symbiotic relationship, rather than the Master/slave relationship of the darkside. It takes longer, but the connection is deeper, and ultimately, you become more powerful.
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Post by Von Verros on Dec 2, 2013 12:31:13 GMT -8
Von listened to what the man had to say about different uses of the force and the right ways to use it and the clearly wrong ways as he looked down at his arm. Looking back up towards the man he frowned and tried to sit up at least at little.
Tell me, why did you wish to fight me. Better yet how did you come to know of me, you were not in the base when I arrived and you have the look of someone who has been traveling none stop. So how did you know about me.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Dec 2, 2013 19:38:28 GMT -8
Johun turned to face the boy again. He nodded, accepting the questions.
A fair set of questions. I accepted your challenge for a very simple reason, I was testing you. Testing your abilities as well as making sure you were the person I was looking for. As to my knowledge of your existence, you provided that, mostly. You left a trail of impressions on people. The pilot you hired to take you off of Korriban thought it was unusual, as many don't leave Korriban by commercial transport. He told another pilot, and eventually your tale made it to my ears on Correlia, were I just happen to be resting briefly from travels. Now I am here. My suspicions were confirmed when I fought you. You have great talent, albeit raw and unguided talent. Your time on Korriban and the sword Johun gestured to the sword in question. started you down the path to the Darkside. I can still sense darkness surrounding you. I can help you. Set you on a more noble path.
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Post by Von Verros on Dec 4, 2013 11:49:08 GMT -8
Von listened to the man and how he came to this place to find him. He listened to him speak about how being on Korriban had led him to the darkside. He was sure this man had never lived on Korriban.
Tell me have you ever lived on a planet thats very existence is to watch die. Everyday it tries new ways in trying to kill you, the animal life forms enjoy trying to kill you. If you have then add years of going through that. If the darkside is what kept me alive then I don't see how your way of the force is any better. I survived that planet, it has made me stronger and I can go back to that planet at any point in time and live on it. Can you go as long as I have, and not using the force.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Dec 4, 2013 12:11:07 GMT -8
Johun smiled at the boy.
Do you think that you haven't used the Force? What do you think got you through? It was the Force. The reason Korriban is so harsh is because of the DarkSide. The DarkSide made you stronger, but it is a false strength that eventually leaves you. Tell me, how do you feel without the sword?
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