Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Feb 26, 2013 22:56:27 GMT -8
Corellia's surface was extremely temperate, dominated by rolling hills such as those of Bindreg, thick forests, lush farmland, golden beaches, and large seas. Snow-covered mountains dominated part of the landscape. With most of its famed manufacturing centers lifted into orbit, the planet remained largely rural and undeveloped, with small villages and farming communities comprising the bulk of urban development. It is rumored to have many deep underwater caverns with orange Lightsaber crystals.
Post by Celia Oshala on Jul 9, 2013 17:51:35 GMT -8
When I reach the Gold Beaches, I close my eyes and just stand for a moment, breathing the ocean air and letting the breeze blow through my hair. I've missed this place. After a while, I slip off my shoes and begin to jog along the shoreline, pondering my situation as I run. I doubt I'll find what I seek Coruscant, but perhaps I'll at least pick up the trail there. The true question is what to do if I actually manage to uncover Darth Plaugeis' secrets. Ought I bring the information to the Jedi Council? Would it be any use to them? Returning to the spirit on Kashyyyk is out of the question--or is it? Possessing information he's so desperate for would give me quite a bit of leverage, so perhaps I should at least hear his offer.
But, I realize, I'm getting ahead of myself. I don't even know if this information exists, let alone where or if I can find it. I quicken my pace a bit and keep running.
The green dancer lacking name or designation now will only be called "The Dancer" for narrative purpouses was set free in the woods.
-5- "You are on your own now. At noon, you will be on this position every day untill the sun leaves the zenith. If you are not there one day, I will hunt you down."
The Dancer had listened and nodded, kneeling by the twileks feet called "5". She knew wery well what "Hunt you down" meant. She tried to flee once on hutta, but failed miserably. She got as far as the lobby of the hotel they stayed at, and through the door, down a street and bam. She was pulled into a dumpster she walked by. The banshee knew she lef the room and instead of taking the elovator ran down the stairs before her. This was on Hutta, and the hutts disliked fast elovators, something about the extra G-s rumbling their stomacks. It was her curse.
Yes, she was tortured, but somehow, through all the pain, the Banshee had opened her eyes to her own strenghts. Dancer soon realised that the banshee was not tormenting her just for pleasure or some kind of show of domminance, but to let the Dancer beat her limits. She made her think that all those deeds were games to test and again test the limits one could go. She found new strenghts she never knew she had, she did not fear the leash no more, nor beatings. They were nothing to her now. On the other hand, she learned new ways to use the electrical sistem of a hotel room, boiling water or the mixture of a knife and alcohol. She had new things to fear, and to learn how to loose that fear.
Like killing. She was told that she would have to kill, remorseless and without hesitation. On anobis, she had done it thrice allready. First the Banshee helped, putting the dancers hands on the throat of a human who was beaten unconcious in an alley and robbed. The banshee whispered in the Dancers ear, commands, words that came from those lips with such authority and power even as they were whispers, whispers the Dancer had learned to fear the most. Fear and Respect. She had suffocated that human, cut an other later that day, and then stabbed a third to death.
She could never believe she was capable. She only knew that her life had been a nightmare, a realisation she had taken from the Banshees long dialogues. She was nothing but a furtniture piece in a hutts palace, something nice to look at. Not even sentient. That is why she was not even worthy of a name. Through the sleeplessness, the pain and hurt the Banshee had wrought her, her mind became broken and tired. She was easier to command, easyer to accept subbtle ideas that would later turn into beliefs. This was an old brainwashing technique used in modern militeries and religious monisteries/sects. Torture just sped it up a little.
And there was not only torture... Somehow the woman found the Banshees alure, her words her gracefullness, and... maybe because of said alure and gracefullness or just Stockholm Syndrome, the Dancer found herself to the Banshees welcoming arms. Pleasure and pain were one of the most common ways of controlling a mind and the Banshees were masters of both.
When she was let loos in the wilderness north of the Accademy, had a map, a knife, an empty canteen and some soap. And she was ready to do whatever for her mistress, the twilek Banshee known as "5", and a Mistress she had never seen. She yearned the power Number 5 had, she yearned to be strong, and to serve something she slowly started to believe in.
Everyone is a slave, some just have not realised it yet.
Everyone is a Slave. Some just have not accepted it yet.
A little ways from Coronet City, far enough to be away from the noise and bustle of the city but still close enough to reach quickly in case of an emergency, the shuttle occupied by Ralph and Terra landed, and the two disembarked, carrying the assorted supplies they would need for the few days they would be out here. The spot was a small clearing in the forest that slowly gave way to the golden beaches just a few minutes walk away. A perfect spot as far as she was concerned, but of course she loved being outside anyway, and Corellia was quite beautiful in these parts. It took the two Padawans a little while to unpack and set up the campsite, but once it was done, they had the next five days at least to themselves. Terra, for one, needed the break, if only to gather herself for her Trials...
She smiled as they finished setting up the campsite."Whew...I think that's everything..."
Post by Pearce Zigher on Aug 10, 2013 19:08:29 GMT -8
*Ralph emerged from his tent with a smile. The clear air felt wonderful. Away from the pollution and bustle of the city, it would be easy for anyone to clear their mind of distraction. He knew Terra would spend at least some of her meditating, and while she did that, Ralph fully intended to do a bit of his own training.*
So, what do you want to do first? Head to the beach, or go on a hike or something?
Terra was already feeling much better in the fresh air, and this was evident when she emerged from her tent, her jacket discarded along with her boots leaving her in the tank top and slacks she had donned for the day's training. For a moment, she forgot about her upcoming Trials as she took in her surroundings, relishing the fresh air, then jerked back to the present as Ralph spoke.
She shrugged. "I don't know...I'm a little tired to be honest." In truth, she hadn't really taken much of a break at all today, having just taken those few moments in the gardens after training and then had gone right to shopping with Ralph after that. All that walking around combined with the day's training had left her too tired to think about doing anything too strenuous. Not to mention that most of the day was done already. "Although...we could walk around a little if you want."
Post by Pearce Zigher on Aug 10, 2013 19:37:21 GMT -8
Why don't we just relax then? I can cook up something then we can get an early night's sleep. We have almost a whole week ahead of us.
*Ralph offered her a smile and started to build up a fire. He didn't have any kind of special meal planned. Instead, he took some of the food they had brought with then and grilled it over the flames. He almost dropped the food when some sparks jumped up and hit his hand. With an ooh and aah, he switched hands and sucked on the burned flesh for a moment.*
Terra nodded and sat down to wait. "OK that sounds good." She watched while he cooked wondering if this meal would match the one he had made her during his first day at the academy. Noticing the grimace of pain as he continued to to tend to their meal, she looked over at him with wide eyes and got up to check on him. The burn didn't look serious at least. "Are you OK?!"
Post by Pearce Zigher on Aug 11, 2013 15:25:19 GMT -8
Yeah yeah, I'm fine, just a bit shocked, ya'know? May love to cook but I still jump a bit when I get burned.
*Ralph looked down at his hand and there was a small red mark where the ember had fallen. It looked like it would be fine, but regardless, Ralph set the food up to keep cooking while he went to the first aid kit and applied some burn ointment and a bandage. He set the food on a plate on the folding table they had brought and turned to Terra.*
Foods on Terra. It's not really fancy, but its edible. I will make something nice tomorrow night.
Terra nodded and sighed softly, glad that he hadn't been badly hurt. "OK..." She waited a few more minutes while he finished cooking, then got up to go sit at the table with him. She didn't really mind if the food wasn't the greatest, but being a former slave, she wasn't one to complain too much about bad food. She had certainly had much, much worse in her lifetime.
She shrugged. "I don't mind."
She started eating, thinking about how to occupy the next few days. The chance to relax a little would definitely be nice, but at the same time, it wouldn't do any good to let all of her physical conditioning go to waste by sitting around for five days.
Post by Pearce Zigher on Aug 13, 2013 17:40:30 GMT -8
*As Ralph ate, he was unusually quiet, as if he were of in his own little world. Something was on his mind though he didn't seem to give any indication as to what it was. When his plate was clear, he sat there and stared at it for a moment before cleaning it off.
Terra had noticed that Ralph hadn't been very talkative since they had gotten here, which she attributed to fatigue. He had been working just as hard as she had since arriving here after all. She decided not to ask him about it, not wanting to pry into his personal life too much.
She shrugged. "OK. Good night, Ralph."
She smiled at him and helped him clean up before he retreated into his tent, leaving her alone outside. She stayed out for quite awhile, watching the sunset through the trees and listening to the distant sounds of the waves on the beach. Eventually she finally felt herself succumbing to her fatigue and she crawled into her tent and very quickly fell asleep.
Terra woke around mid-morning, blinking and stretching. She changed into one of her clean tank tops and pulled on a pair of knee length shorts before crawling out of her tent and going to sit under one of the trees to begin her morning meditation.
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Post by Pearce Zigher on Aug 13, 2013 18:38:48 GMT -8
*Ralph had woken up extremely early, since he had gone to bed early. and had wandered out into the woods. Wooden training sword in hand, the sound of wood against wood rang through the trees as Ralph practiced his striking. One thing to notice, if anyone were to watch him, is that his left arm stayed in close to his body.
About an hour after after Terra woke up, Ralph would walk back in to the camp site, shirt flung over his shoulder and sweat running down his chest. He seemed to be happier then yesterday, as he beamed a smile to Terra.*
Terra exited her meditation and had just started to eat the breakfast she had made when she saw Ralph approaching and she smiled at him. "Yeah. How about you?" She noticed the sweat on his chest, and guessed that he had been out training before she had woken up. She usually preferred to train after breakfast, needing the energy from a good meal to really get into any strenuous activity.
Speaking of breakfast, she had prepared some of the rations they had brought, and while it wasn't as good as Ralph's cooking, she needed to have her energy. "I have breakfast ready. I hope I cooked it OK..."
Post by Pearce Zigher on Aug 13, 2013 19:17:22 GMT -8
8Ralph smiled and took a plateful, almost wolfing it down. It didn't take much to make a decent breakfast, and Terra had done just fine with what they brought with them. He cleaned everything up himself, letting her sit back and relax. Finally dry of his training's persperation, Ralph slipped his shirt back on and tossed his practice sword into his tent.*
What do you think of going down to the beach today? Maybe even catch some fresh fish for dinner and grill them up.
Terra was amazed at how fast he had eaten that, though she wouldn't be one to complain about someone eating too fast. Though Ralph hadn't yet seen it, she had times where Serrin had asked her if she had even tasted her food. She took it as a sign that her cooking was decent at the very least.
Truth be told, she had been looking forward to going to the beach, having always wanted to but never really had the time during her training with Serrin. She smiled and nodded. "Sure. We can go today." She giggled. "I've never been fishing before."
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Post by Pearce Zigher on Aug 13, 2013 19:37:05 GMT -8
*An excited Ralph scurried to his tent and emerged moments later in a pair of black swim trunks with ice blue tribal designs down the side, and a white sleeveless shirt. He had been looking forward to seeing the beaches on Corellia since he decided that it would be the planet he would finish his training on. Having a great love for the water, it was easy too see why he was so excited. He began to pack a bag with a few spices he had brought for cooking, a knife to clean the fish they caught, and something to start a fire with. Passing the time while Terra got ready.*
Terra giggled more as Ralph bolted into his tent, and she made her way into hers and fished her swimsuit out of her bag. She felt herself blushing a little as she changed, wondering what he would think of it. She heard him calling out, not needing the Force to sense his excitement and she took a deep breath. "I'm almost ready!" His excitement was contagious, which helped her overcome her trepidation and she emerged from her tent, wearing a dark blue bikini, which, according to the clerk at the store in Coronet, matched her eyes. She blushed again when he turned to look at her and she looked at the ground for a moment before quietly stepping over. "I'm r-ready. Let's go."
Post by Pearce Zigher on Aug 13, 2013 19:56:56 GMT -8
*Ralph looked up and over, expecting to see Terra covered up till they got to the water. Instead, he blinked just once as he peered across the campsite at her. His mouth hung open for a moment and he just looked on quietly till his brain finally kicked back on. His lips curled into a gentle smiles at her and he stood, turning to face her.*
You look great...
*Ralph's soft smile remained as he snatched up his bag of supplies and the fishing poles. Ralph made a strong effort not to keep looking over at Terra, and seemed to be doing alright with that for now as the two of them walked down the trail from their camp site to the beach.*