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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2016 20:00:46 GMT -8
As we walk down the hall towards the room assigned to our newest Headmaster, I offer our academy's administrator, Jedi Knight Anya Sel, a reassuring smile as I look up at her and say, "I'm quite certain Master Lyndon has had sufficient time to recuperate from his journey, yes. If not, I point out as Tchun, my left lekku, swishes behind my back to curl around the outside of my hip, we can always postpone the meet and greet until a later time."
Anya, a twenty five year old native Corellian, looks mildly apprehensive despite my reassurance as she explains, "I just want to get off on the right foot, so to speak. Maybe I should have asked when Master Lyndon would have preferred to . . ."
Shaking my head, I reach up to pat the taller woman's arm as I point out, "Here we are, as we arrive outside Master Lyndon's room. Too late to turn back now."
As I reach out and rap on Master Lyndon's chamber door, Anya straightens her posture and mutters, "Maybe we should have sent C3-P9 instead," as she puts on a welcoming smile.
Stepping back so I will not be in danger of violating Master Lyndon's personal space when he opens the door, I shake my head and say, "The personal touch is usually best. Courage, Knight Sel. I'm quite confident you've faced worse in your time, and that you will survive this experience." Master Lyndon's personnel file suggests that he can be intimidating, true, making Anya's concern where making a first impression is concerned somewhat understandable, but I've often found that allowing pre-formed conceptions to color one's opinion is of little utility, and so elect to enter into first meetings with an open mind.
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Post by Verook Lyndon on Jun 18, 2016 5:49:22 GMT -8
*The rap on the door broke the silence Verook had enjoyed for the past half an hour. He often did not take kindly to his meditation being interrupted, but he had sensed the presence of Serrin Roma and Anya Sel, two of the Academy's leading figures, and he was expecting them. He strode towards the door and opened it.*
"Good afternoon, Master Roma, Knight Sel." *Verook nodded at each as he greeted them. He was a whole foot taller than Roma, and still about eight inches taller than Sel, but he didn't make the effort to attempt to accentuate the height disparity. He already knew why they were here, so he wasted no time with excessive pleasantries.*
"Shall we head to the Council Chambers? The galaxy is in strife; I am eager to discuss my next course of action in the wider galaxy, and the duties imposed upon me in regards to administrating this facility."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2016 19:19:49 GMT -8
Bowing formally, I return Master Lyndon's greeting, "Good afternoon, Master Lyndon, welcome to Corellia." Ascertaining from his demeanor that small talk is not something he indulges in when given the choice, I decide to follow Master Lyndon's example and keep the overall tenor of our conversation a formal and directed one, allowing him to choose the topic or topics we dwell on. Motioning for Anya to precede us as we make our way to the Council Chambers, I arch the thin ridge of muscle over my right eye and allow a small bemused smile at the corner of my lips when Master Lyndon characterizes to his duties as something imposed upon him; which is either a telling glimpse into how he views his position and what it requires of him, or a simple example of a word choice made without reflection.
"Let us hope, Master Lyndon, I say as we continue on towards the Council Chambers, the duties we find for you are not so much an imposition that your eagerness to assume your position here fades, hmmm?"
Continued here. . .
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Post by Verook Lyndon on Jun 21, 2016 2:13:44 GMT -8
*Verook winced at his miswording. A man who had spent six decades as a Jedi should not have left the impression that his duties were of any negative consequence.*
"I misspoke, Master Roma. My journey has been long and I have yet to fully recover from it. As any Jedi would, I accept my duty with utmost grace and goodwill. And of course, I shall pledge my absolute loyalty to the Order, and seek an honorable, cooperative tenure as a Headmaster here."
*The apology came off as blunt and awkward, but Verook didn't bother to say anymore. The three Jedi were approaching the Council Chamber now, and Verook intended to express his intentions regarding his position and future there. He did not like to repeat himself.*
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Post by Johun Starfield on Aug 25, 2016 18:37:08 GMT -8
Johun entered his room and looked around as the automatic door shut. This had been his home ever since coming to the academy all those years ago. After a quick shower, he sat on his bed in a lotus position in lounge pants. He focused on the things around him, allowing Ashla to guide his thoughts as he entered his meditation.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Oct 18, 2016 10:16:25 GMT -8
Johun roused from his meditations. He dressed in the traditional Jedi way and attached his light saber to his hip. He exited his room, hoping Ashla would show him to his next task.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 6:20:05 GMT -8
Johun roused from his meditations. He dressed in the traditional Jedi way and attached his light saber to his hip. He exited his room, hoping Ashla would show him to his next task.
"Whoa! the Toydarian says, wings fluttering madly as he deftly begins flying backwards to avoid a collision with Johun's face. That was a close one, huh? the Toydarian says with a sheepish grin. Holding out a tiny, thin arm, the Toydarian introduces himself, Dev Urnth, CorSec, and then without a pause, launches into why it is that he was flying towards Johun's door in the first place. Your academy's, uh, secretary or whatever, the blonde one, Anya or something? Anyway, she sent me to you. There's some Sector Rangers, see, and they're starting an investigation, undercover one, on Vreni Island, into some narcotics operation. Tilting his head to the side as he hovers in midair, resting a fist beneath his chin as he tries to remember all that his partner, Arrienne LaGyle, had explained to him so that he can explain it to Johun, Dev hmmms to himself for a moment before continuing. Yeah, Dev says after the pause, drug smugglers that we think may be based on Ryloth, operating on Vreni Island. Anyway, he says, the Rangers reached out to CorSec, and Arrienne, that's my partner, who is old friends with one of the Rangers, the leader, which is why they reached out, figured it couldn't hurt to have one'a you all, the Jedi, on the team too, so she sent me to you, well, not you specifically, but the Jedi, who sent me to you, specifically, see? So, he concludes with arms outstretched at his side, you in or what bro'?" |
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Post by Johun Starfield on Nov 5, 2016 17:50:55 GMT -8
Johun stopped sudenly as the Toydarian nearly hit him. He listened to his offer. Ryloth, could Johun never be rid of that planet? So many events in his journey to becoming a Jedi occurred on Ryloth. Obviously Ashla was to force him to have a connection to a planet that he would much rather leave to the depths of his memories.
You are in luck Dev Urnth of CorSec. I am quite familiar with Ryloth. It appears Ashla has seen fit for you to meet me. I would gladly offer any help I can.
Johun bowed slightly to the toydarian.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2016 19:26:09 GMT -8
"Sweet! the Toydarian cries with a grin, lifting a tiny blue fist to offer the Jedi a fist bump. Changing his mind about the first bump in light of the fact that Johun has bowed, Dev drops the fist with a sheepish smile, and then offers a bow in mid-air instead. Right then, the Toydarian says, wings flapping to keep him at Johun's eye level. My partner is meeting with CorSec's organized crime unit on Vreni Island to see what they might have on the big narcotic smuggling players, and then she's going to see if the Sector Rangers got any useful info or leads from their meet with the folks picking up the shipment they were hired to deliver. So, he claps his hands together, we'll have a better idea what we'll be doing, he waves a hand from himself to Johun, once all that goes down and we see what shakes out. Maybe we'll be doing surveillance, long hours in cramped quarters waiting for meetings and stuff to happen so we can try and capture pics or audio of dirty deals and stuff, or maybe some undercover work. You ever work undercover before, bro'?"
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Post by Johun Starfield on Nov 14, 2016 15:55:56 GMT -8
Johun smiles at the Toydarian. The energy from him was well accepted.
I have been involved in several investigations as a Watchman. I have many skills that assist with that.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 14:23:47 GMT -8
"Awesome, the Toydarian says with a grin, bobbing his head as he echoes, awesome. With a wink, he jokes, I hope enduring the often excruciating boredom of waiting around for something to happen is one of those skills. Chuckling at his own joke, he waves towards the stairs leading down to the main floor, and suggests, Why don't we start heading out to the island? Hopefully Arrienne will be up to speed, or as close to it as it sounds like we might be able to get with what little these Rangers know so far, just starting and all, so she can fill us in by the time we get there. You, uh, he adds, tilting his head to the side as he considers the traditional Jedi attire Johun wears, have anything more touristy and less Jedi-y to wear? Need to be on the down low, you know. Low profile. Fit in with the tourist scene."
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Post by Johun Starfield on Nov 29, 2016 6:24:44 GMT -8
Johun chuckled as the Toydarian spoke of his clothing.
Of course.
Johun returned to his quarters and changed into generic, nondescript civilian clothing. Johun had his lightsaber hidden in his boot. He exited his quarters.
Is this better?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 21:43:38 GMT -8
Giving Johun two Toydarian thumbs up, Dev grins and says, "Much better. Nothing sends the criminal element scampering off before they inadvertently reveal their dastardly plans faster than a lightsaber hilt or a hooded brown robe, know what I mean? Chuckling at his own wit, Dev waves for Johun to follow as he flaps his tiny wings and begins to head for the stairs. Arrienne should be done with all the meeting and greeting by the time we get to the island, if we head out now-ish I think. Looking over a shoulder, he asks, Anything you need to get, or anyone you need to notify before we dip? We'll probably want to start scouting for prime stake-out spots to settle into once we get the down low from Arrienne, so you might not be back for a while."
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Post by Johun Starfield on Jan 3, 2017 18:27:04 GMT -8
Johun followd Dev.
Lead the way.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 6:06:21 GMT -8
"Right on, right on," Dev says eagerly, head bobbing as he speaks while he and Johun continue on towards the staircase leading to the academy's ground floor.
As they near the foot of the stairs, the tiny blue skinned Toydarian, not one to permit any silence to longer long, asks, "So, you mentioned you've been to Ryloth before? Any exciting tales to tell? We do have a kinda long speeder trip ahead of us after all. Chuckling, Dev cants his head to the side as he asks, Speaking of Ryloth, I don't suppose you guys, the Jedi Order I mean, have a Watchman posted there still do you?" As the duo continues speaking, they head out of the academy . . .
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Post by Johun Starfield on Feb 3, 2017 19:19:15 GMT -8
Johun walks beside Dev and thinks back to his time on Ryloth.
I was a padawan when I went. I fought to free Ryloth from oppression. My master turned to the Darkside and was killed. As far as the watchmen go, I do not currently know.
Johun didn't say much else as they continued out of the academy...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 7:40:19 GMT -8
Though prophecy is not among the gifts the Force has bestowed upon him, Jedi Knight Hyatt Ashton nonetheless knows upon waking that the dream he has dreamed was prophetic. He has dreamed dreams in the past which felt as real as that he has woken from - for he felt the heat from the flickering flames of the funeral pyre he watched burning with others from the academy, heard the crackling and cracking of the rippling flames as he watched them burn, and felt, too, the co-mingled sadness and celebration he has ever felt when attending the ceremonial funeral of a fellow Jedi - but the native Corellian, now in his forty-eighth year, has never dreamed a dream that was so clearly and certainly a glimpse of the future, given to him from the Force.
Why, Hyatt wonders as he sits on the edge of his bed and struggles to sift through the dream and find the message, or perhaps warning, the dream was meant to convey to him, the undeniable sense of prophecy he feels offers no guidance along with the certainty it grants that what he has seen is indeed a future event, is frustratingly perplexing; why pull back the curtains on an event if pulling them back does not also permit him to see some way to avoid what the dream clearly indicates will come to pass unless something, or someone, intervenes in time to keep the Jedi he has mourned in the dream from meeting the end the dream suggests awaits them? Hyatt closes his eyes, committing every detail of the prophetic dream to memory, and then combs through those details with an ever mounting sense of frustration; for though all the sights and sounds were crisp and clear, and though he knew with absolute certainty in the dream whose pyre it was he and his fellow Jedi watched, one detail is lost to him: the identity of the Jedi laid out upon the pyre.
The sense of urgency Hyatt felt upon waking, the feeling that there was something the dream meant for him to do, or try to do, fades slowly as, after he reluctantly concludes that it may be that the dream he has dreamed was not meant to prompt him to seek a way to prevent what he was permitted to glimpse from coming to pass, he rises from the edge of the bed to go about his duties for the day; but Hyatt does not, cannot, forget the dream, and worries at it like one might worry with a loose tooth, for quite some time.
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Post by Will Sontir on Dec 17, 2017 14:56:03 GMT -8
Corellian Jedi Master Will Son'tir saunters into his old masters quarters, unassuming as they are, in nothing but his undergarments-- and simply strips those off and thuds his way to his personal sanisteamer. Will leans against the wall as the water cascades as a river flows from his fingertips. . .
His mind flows outward as he watches the Force take over his mind as he visualizes the energy that binds the water to his body and down to the floor. he points his palms up as he calls to the energy to bind the water in over itself, the energy binding the water in a sphere, a water ball, serene and transparent. . .The Force messaging to Will on what it wants of Will.
Can't the Living Force just wait until he was done with his shower.
Will slaps his palm shut, and the water crashes on the floor-- without Will as a tool, it's will unfulfilled. . .
Will gets out of the sanisteam, wipes a mirror and looks at a haggard version of a once jovial and enthusiastic jedi. Will wipes the gruff on his face, sees someone who he doesn't want to see anymore. Grabs a razor and sheen butter, and begins to slowly removing all of the bristled bearded that was tattered across his face until only the smooth olive skin below it remained. Will rubs the smoothness of his face, and looks up once more-- and sees the young face of a Mandalorian Padawan with a mop of hair and light eyes, a hunger to serve. "Zane?. . ." His icy blue dart back and forth seeing the enthusiasm of a younger jedi, a hunger to serve. The image of young Zane Shadolen emulating the confident smirk of his Master, the image shimmers a bit. And as quickly as he showed up, the image of his former students is gone.
Will huffs away, hardens his eyes and procures unassuming jedi tunic and garbs before lights out and tosses and turns before the Force allowed him to rest. . .
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Post by Will Sontir on Dec 20, 2017 20:05:31 GMT -8
Will's eyes snap wide open, after about 5 hours of rest that can barely be marked inside the category of sleep. He sits up, running his hand through the unkempt mop on his head right now, bolted with silver contrasting with the militaristic buzz on the side of his head. He rises and stretches hard, still aching with a battle not long ago, but the academy healer Master Sharee Gent worked on most of his serious wounds, the Force hastening the healing of the bruises and cuts.
Will then moves to the drawers and grabs his black cargo pants and throws on a riding jacket over the plain tunic. Rubs his now cleanly shaved face, pulls on black combat boots, laces them and strides out to the academy halls on his way out to the hangar. .
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Conference Room
After Admiral Biancardi, a deathly pale, thin, dark haired and tall female grey eyed Nagai dressed in an immaculately pressed CDF uniform, has arrived, I send Pee to notify Riddick of her arrival so that he can meet us in the conference room.
C3-P9, moments after Master Roma has sent him to invite Riddick to join her and the CDF Admiral, shuffles in his stiff-legged gait to the door of Riddick's quarters and, rapping on the door, says in his prissy, refined and perpetually cheerful voice, Master Riddick, I am here to invite you to join Master Roma and CDF Admiral Biancardi in the conference room. If you are not familiar with the location, it would be my pleasure to show you the way.
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