Seleevan Khar
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Apr 2, 2014 13:14:20 GMT -8
"Put it in front of the senate, Comm me when its done, then we write our names on nice peace and alliance treaties and have a parade. People need something to be happy about with all this waring going around."
He stood up, his 2.5m height speaking for itself again. Then he snapped a finger.
"Right. The box."
He pointed at the box with the writings and paintings on it that his guards had put up.
"There is a head in it. Its nothing special,, just an old human. He was the emperor of... the sixth? Seventh Galactic Empire? I dont know, I lost count. Thing is, they set up on Korriban. One day, this mandalorian shows up, force sensitive and all and says he wants to join up. So... they test him. He had offered Yuhzan Vong Hunter droids he owned the command codes to, as a way to buy himself in. This head.... this so called emperor decided to use those droids to massacre this mandalorians clan, and blame it on the jedi.
Kaine Australis was the tool to start a war that tore through the galaxy. That, is an old mans head, who started it. Who held the tool in his hand. I... I am sorry I didnt lop it off in time."
Everything was true, to one little point. The man holding the tool was not the emperor, it was Khar, puring the sith ranks. Best lies are just a twisted form of the truth.
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Kel'Al Raganella
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Apr 20, 2014 20:02:55 GMT -8
=Jordan Halcyon=
As Darma and Khar exchanged final pleasantries, Jordan subconsciously tapped the comlink and holopad in his pocket several times. It felt like the communications devices were burning a hole in his pocket, and he couldn't wait to make a more complete report to Master Raganella. His earlier "Khar just showed up with a fleet and wants to talk to us face to face." didn't begin to capture the entire situation. But first, the task at hand. As the Vice Chancellor departed, he turned his focus more sharply toward the Vor leader.
He remembered Master Raganella's warning quite clearly, and he knew that the Jedi Order at large would want him to ask some further questions of Khar, while he had the opportunity. Before Jordan had departed Corellia for his posting here on Coruscant, Master Raganella had been vague in his explanation about exactly who Khar was, but the warning had been quite clear: If he reappears, or sends any sort of message, pay attention, and report it to myself or Master Dewe immediately. And so it was with a mixture of surprise and a sense of purpose that the young Jedi Knight had accepted the request to meet with Khar. It seemed as if the will of the Force were guiding their interaction.
"If you have a few more moments, Lord Khar, I would like to know your opinions on slavery. It is becoming a big political issue in the Senate." The Knight reached out with all his senses, trying to read any reaction from the Vor, either in his outward expression and emotions, or in his force presence. That wasn't what he really wanted to know, of course, but he couldn't jump straight to his real question. It would be too direct, and too obvious. Which was dangerous, even in these surroundings, with a hundred means of escape at his disposal.
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Seleevan Khar
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Apr 21, 2014 11:39:22 GMT -8
"Wich concept?
The part where you bang someone on the head, put a bomb in their bodies and force them to dance after your commands, or the kind where you give them money and they have to pay it back or loose all they own? Or the one where you have answers they seek, and they do all you command them by an illusion of choice?"
The Sith lord then stopped abruptly for a moment. He felt the jedi prodding. The jedi by now felt some darkness in the sith, that was true. Not an all out rotten corruption, but it was there. The sith didnt stop him. He only leaned in closer.
"Or the kind where you use magical tricks to make them do your wish?"
Khar felt the jedi was prodding, and he meant his words as pun. Showing the jedi he knew that the prodding was on, and he didnt much like it.
"Not big fan of either, but I have used one or two to keep the order.
Adarlon was once occupied by the New Order of the Eye, and I was put in charge of breaking the natives. Using loans and newly opened Banks, The people were subdued by economical debts to government supported banks. Is it slavery?
To a degree, yes. The question is of course, what degree of slavery do you prefer, Jedi Knight?"
Seemed to be the truth. All the jedi could feel at least. He was more readable in body language but it was still hard without any previous training in vor mannerisms. Even if they seem somewhat human.
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Apr 26, 2014 18:11:45 GMT -8
*The transport that Gavin got a ride with made its way into the Galactic City. With the split, those associated with the Empire wouldn't make their way here. Luckily, the pilot was willing to make that trip. It was good enough. Once he got things sorted out with the Jedi, he would work on getting a new ship. Once he was on the ground, he called a shuttle to take him to the Jedi Temple.*
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Kel'Al Raganella
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Post by Kel'Al Raganella on Apr 29, 2014 20:15:06 GMT -8
"Wich concept? The part where you bang someone on the head, put a bomb in their bodies and force them to dance after your commands, or the kind where you give them money and they have to pay it back or loose all they own? Or the one where you have answers they seek, and they do all you command them by an illusion of choice?" The Sith lord then stopped abruptly for a moment. He felt the jedi prodding. The jedi by now felt some darkness in the sith, that was true. Not an all out rotten corruption, but it was there. The sith didnt stop him. He only leaned in closer."Or the kind where you use magical tricks to make them do your wish?" Khar felt the jedi was prodding, and he meant his words as pun. Showing the jedi he knew that the prodding was on, and he didnt much like it."Not big fan of either, but I have used one or two to keep the order. Adarlon was once occupied by the New Order of the Eye, and I was put in charge of breaking the natives. Using loans and newly opened Banks, The people were subdued by economical debts to government supported banks. Is it slavery? To a degree, yes. The question is of course, what degree of slavery do you prefer, Jedi Knight?" Seemed to be the truth. All the jedi could feel at least. He was more readable in body language but it was still hard without any previous training in vor mannerisms. Even if they seem somewhat human."Whether it be by force of arms, or by debt, or by deception, the means of slavery does not truly matter, does it? What defines slavery is whether a sentient individual is compelled to do something against his or her own will which is harmful to them-self personally, to their family, or to their livelihood." Reaching out through the Force and listening to the presence of his companion revealed little. Khar seemed to be telling the truth, and questioning honestly, but Jordan could also sense the Vor's strength in the Force. It was impossible for him to know whether the feelings he sensed were real, or were an illusion created by a force user with a good deal more experience than his own. He could also sense darkness in the Vor, but not a complete corruption. Defeated in his attempts to learn more though passive means, the Jedi abandoned this line of inquiry. He could have learned more by Force, but that would have been highly inappropriate at this moment.He cracked a smile. "You mentioned magic tricks, and I think I should point out that I could, in theory, use my Jedi talents to clean out the Sabacc tables at half the casinos on Coruscant, but that would be a terrible abuse of power, and no true Jedi would use his abilities to take material advantage of others in that way." Likewise, he was not sure what to make of the Vor's mannerisms. They were surprisingly familiar, almost human-like, but it could have all been an act. By this time, their conversation and Khar's reactions had far exceeded anything for which his alien biology and physiology courses had prepared him. In fact, thinking back on it, it seemed laughable that a twenty page synopsis of each species could be considered adequate or useful. But there were so many species! He would still be in that study hall, working his way through the Aurek section, if they had been complete about it. He would, therefore, have to gain field experience from meetings like today's."As a Jedi, I always prefer to find solutions which eliminate slavery. The Jedi reject all such impositions, whether brute force is involved, or merely powers of the mind, or some other tool. And I believe the Republic shares a similar vision, although their laws are aimed primarily at conventional slavery, such as what the Hutts practice." He paused. "We would hope that you would take a similar position, if you join the Republic." |
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Seleevan Khar
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Post by Seleevan Khar on May 14, 2014 14:59:26 GMT -8
"Yes."
He took to a different tactic now. Did he mean he too hoped he himself would take a similar position, if he joined the republic, or did he mean he ACTUALLY would? This was also a clean break from his previous long monologues that seemed to be his way of conversing. Seleevan didnt really want to pester the jedi with the "Get to the point" routine, but he wanted him to feel his haste to get on with the questions.
Sel himself could converse on the institution of slavery for hours on end, but that would be best for an other time and an other place, with some more wine and some more trust already earned between the two in the room. Khar waited for the next question, mutilating a cake with his beak.
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Jul 9, 2014 12:41:07 GMT -8
Crom'nen entered his apartment, leaving his honor guard in the hallway. Dunn, the one-eyed Yuzzem went into the kitchen and began to rummage for something to eat. This left Crom'nen in the living room with Bel'fima and Ar'lah. Once the Yuzzem was out of view, a figure stepped from the hallway and into view. She was the red-skinned Twi'lek female named Darth Ravage. She lowered her head in a slight bow. Crom'nen keyed in a command which blacked out the windows, a common security measure. He activated a scrambler which would keep and listening or recording devices from being active, then sat on the couch.
Ravage immediately came over and was going to sit right next to him, but a glare from him stopped her. She sat at the far end of the couch. Ar'lah sat in the corner opposite him, leaving Bel'fima to sit directly across from him. Each person spoke in their native language of Ryl.
=Ar'lah=
Three beautiful women coming to your apartment? This is how rumors get started, Crom'nen.
=Crom'nen=
Enough of your cloy tactics woman. If you would listen more, you might learn something.
=Bel'fima=
Why are they here, Crom'nen?
This statement elicited jealous glances from Ravage, which Bel'fima certainly picked up on.
=Crom'nen=
Because I have need of messengers, people who can carry decrees for me. People who will keep their mouth shut.
Bel'fima did not need to say a word further. He knew what she was thinking. She did not trust them, nor should she. Bel'fima was in greater danger than he was from these two, should they let their personal feelings overwhelm their need for survival. That said, Bel'fima was in many ways Crom'nen's better when it came to manipulation and reading people. They would underestimate her, and she would ruin them for trying. Still...
=Crom'nen=
Ar'lah. Ravage. Bel'fima is my closest companion and advisor. You will obey her word as if it were my own. Understood.
Both women sized up the blue-skinned aide, and nodded.
=Ravage=
As you wish.
=Crom'nen=
Good. Now, Bel'fima, you are still acting Senator. Tomorrow, I shall go to the Jedi temple and summon the Knight who shall answer for the blood of our people. While that is going on, the Republic's attention will be focused on me. Ravage, that will be a perfect time to arrange your departure. Do not be noticed. Ar'lah, use this evening to get back in contact with your criminal underworld. And find an apartment, in this building if possible. You shall be listed on my staff as special projects coordinator. You will report directly to Bel'fima, who stands as Representative and Chief of Staff. That is all. Good evening.
Bel'fima stood first, and Crom'nen led her to the door and locked it behind her. He turned around to be very close to Darth Ravage. Her lekku twitched seductively.
=Ravage=
I noticed that there was only one bed.
=Crom'nen=
You are welcome to it.
Before she could get to excited, he walked past her. Instead of going to his room, he went into the office and locked the door. He wanted to refresh himself on the Military Law code before he morning.
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jul 24, 2014 12:57:31 GMT -8
*After a quiet ride from the temple, the taxi finally landed in the spaceport. Relief set in as Gavin was just as ready to leave this planet. Paying the driver for the trip, he stepped out and worked at tying the large sack around his back. It was all his possessions and if he was leaving the planet without a lace to stay, he surely wasn't leaving it anywhere he wasn't. With it firmly in place, he reached in and helped Kaytra out. Once he had her in his arms, he made his way through the port, trying to remember where his was. It was but a few minutes of walking before he spotted it and stopped. It was a YT-1930 colored in a dark gray with blue accents. For a moment, he forgot where he was a he smiled.*
"There she is, the Eternal Phoenix."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 13:47:30 GMT -8
*Kaytra looked up at the ship and couldn't help but give a slight grin. A Corellian model freighter, a newer version as well. She glanced up at Gavin and saw the grin on his face. A grin she knew all to well. She was more found of her gunship, but that was probably far out of reach by now.* "So. Do you know how to fly her?" *It was more of a playful comment, from one pilot to another.*
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jul 24, 2014 16:36:16 GMT -8
*Gavin couldn't help but let off a scoff and give a smirk.* "Oh, I can do more than just fly her. It's just nice having one again after the last one. Beats having to constantly buy your way off world."
*Gavin made his way to the ship, his eyes glistening with delight. In his time of flying, the YT-1930 was by far his favorite. His last one had served him well for many years passed its prime, resulting in the hyperdrive finally giving out which also led to its crash on Kashyyyk. He wished he could have repaired it, but it was beyond such help. In time he hoped to modify this one as he had the old one.
Reaching the ramp, he made his way on board. Making his way to the opposite side of the ship, he entered one of the rooms and set her down on the bed. He then undid his pack and set in on the ground.* "Hopefully this will be a bit more comfortable for you."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 16:55:41 GMT -8
*Kaytra gave a nod at the mans response.* "I know what you mean." *When he set her down on the bed, she instantly felt very tired. Her injuries were wearing her down, even though she moved very little. She could feel her body slowly drifting off to sleep. The bed did feel a lot better then cement, that she was thankful for.* "Yes, and..Gavin. Thanks. If you hadn't of shown up..then I'd probably be dead right now."
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jul 24, 2014 17:29:59 GMT -8
*Gavin gave a soft smile.* "It's no problem. It is the purpose I have made for myself, to help those in need, no matter who, no matter when." *He rested a hand on her shoulder.* "Get some sleep now. You'll better when you wake up. I'll get you when we reach Yavin."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 17:40:34 GMT -8
"Right." *That was all she could say when she closed her eyes. She was glad that he had made helping others his goal, if not, well then she could be worse off. As her mind drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but wonder what would actually happen when she reached Yavin. Would they actually help her if they knew who she worked for, or would it turn bad. All she could do now though, was wait and see.*
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jul 25, 2014 12:56:31 GMT -8
*Gavin watched as she passed out. He stayed a few moments longer before turning from the room and heading to the cockpit. He set his bag down and sat in the seat. One by one, he started up the systems. It had some time since he got to fly himself, but it felt just like yesterday. His smile returned as the systems went green. Slowly, he brought the ship off the ground and pulled out of the port. Easing his way from the ground, he slowly began to pick up speed until he was fully clear and headed into orbit.*
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Atton Kaelan
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Aug 5, 2014 20:36:41 GMT -8
*Atton reclined in the booth he was sitting in, his focus on the datapad he held in one hand and the drink he held in the other. He had been told to take it easy on the booze by the surgeon who had given him the heart implants, and even he had to follow a doctor's orders. So to take his mind off of it, he was reading up on the recent events, stuff he had missed in the last month or so...or however the hell long it had been since he had last been connected to a Holonet terminal. One could easily lose track of time when being busy with cheating death...*
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Post by Alana Starwalker on Aug 7, 2014 9:42:53 GMT -8
*Atton reclined in the booth he was sitting in, his focus on the datapad he held in one hand and the drink he held in the other. He had been told to take it easy on the booze by the surgeon who had given him the heart implants, and even he had to follow a doctor's orders. So to take his mind off of it, he was reading up on the recent events, stuff he had missed in the last month or so...or however the hell long it had been since he had last been connected to a Holonet terminal. One could easily lose track of time when being busy with cheating death...*
She let the sights, sounds, smells, and feelings of the city wash over her senses; it had been far too long since she had been somewhere with this much life and character ebbing through it. The Jedi Master hadn't been seen on this planet for years.
Has it really been that long? Did my wanderings throughout the Universe really take me so far away so that I am a veritable stranger? Alana thought to herself.
The Jedi Master who was born on Coruscant, given to the Jedi Temple, led to Anobis to rise to Grand Master of the Emerald Order, while she was still a Knight serve as Senator of Anobis in the Galactic Senate of the Republic; made a Jedi General, fought countless Sith in battles that had given her a reputation as a Champion of the Light Side, and then became a Jedi Master of the Yavin Temple after the destruction of the Emerald Order of Anobis while she was away on orders. Tales of her adventures would take untold time to recount. Some of it was painful for her to even remember. This Jedi Master who had trained several Padawan learners to Knighthood and loved and lost more people than any one person ever should. This once thorn in the side of the Sith. She was a stranger again.
She walked through the Galactic City and let her thoughts wander.
She stood approximately 5'9" and was lithe and graceful. Even at 27 she carried herself with an air of one who has been in command and has learned wisdom through her years. She wore simple Jedi robes of black and gray. Her over-tunic was tucked through a simple belt that held belt pouches and the matching cloak she wore was simple, but well-made. Even after traveling for so long her equipment and clothes looked obviously well-cared for. As a breeze stirred the folds of her cloak away from her body you saw the gleaming hilts of lightsabers at her belt. One a slender Shoto hilt, but both looked to be pristine. She respected the iconic tools of her Order as what they were; an extension of herself. She had hair the color of ebony that was tied back in a single braid. Her eyes caught some light and they flashed like gems in the sun; her most distinguishing feature her eyes were a deep, drowning midnight blue. It was as if pieces of the bluest night sky had been captured and recreated as gems. In their depths were untold secrets and tales of a wandering soul who had traversed the Universe in search of things that the Force could only show you.
Suddenly her senses tingled and she was brought out of her reverie by a feeling in the Force. The presence of someone she hadn't felt in a long time. It didn't make sense to her. She had buried this man years before. She had mourned his passing as well. She reached out through the Force and followed the sensation through the streets and buildings until she arrived at a nondescript bar. She stepped inside and zeroed in on a man perusing a datapad, drink in hand.
She strode over and sat in front of him.
In the few seconds before he registered her presence she reached out through the Force to confirm what her senses were telling her. It was Atton. Alive. But how?
She couldn't speak. Not for a moment. She was curious, filled with joy, and amazed.
But how?
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Atton Kaelan
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Aug 7, 2014 20:32:06 GMT -8
*Atton took a swig of his drink as he continued to scroll through the datapad in his other hand. From what he was reading about recent galactic events, it seemed things had been far from boring during his absence. At least there wouldn't be a shortage of things to do when he reported to the Temple, which might help take his mind off of other things for awhile. Lately he had been dwelling on the past, mostly the times he had spent on Anobis way back when. Such times...and yet now all that remained of that place was a ruin, a mass grave of those who couldn't escape in time. Ugh...that alone was enough to drive a man to drink, but so far, Atton had only had one glass. Thanks to concerns about his shiny new artificial heart, the doctor who had performed the operation had placed a strict alcohol intake limit and...well there were some orders even Atton wouldn't disobey...
So there he sat, barely through the drink when someone else entered the diner, though he couldn't see who it was out of corner of his eyes. A new arrival would have been ignored in any other case, but there was a nudge in the Force that cause him to look up.
Time seemed to freeze for just a few seconds when Atton saw who it was.
It couldn't be, could it? After all this time?
Atton couldn't help but stare as the woman sat down across from him, unable to believe what he was seeing right now. Alana Starwalker herself...
Surprise, mixed with happiness, as well as...anger. She hadn't been there when the temple of Anobis had been bombed. She hadn't been there when he had been attacked in the woods and left for dead. And yet here she was now...
He wasn't sure what to ask. So many questions on his mind...
He set the drink down and sighed heavily.*"Long time no see..."*He hadn't meant to sound so...bitter when he spoke, but it was too late.*
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Post by Alana Starwalker on Aug 8, 2014 11:57:46 GMT -8
Long time no see? Isn't that the understatement of the century. Who knew something like this could even be possible? I know of Sith Lords that brag over the domination of death, but Atton had never been a wielder of the Dark Side. He died in defense of the temple on Anobis! Alana mused in the seconds after hearing Atton's quiet greeting uttered in a biting tone.
The man in front of her was an older, rougher, harder version of her friend from Anobis. Someone she had met during her meteoric rise through the ranks from Padawan, through her Trials to Knighthood, to becoming a Master after training her first Padawan. He had been someone she had sparred with, someone she had fought beside, someone who was always willing to bring a smile to her face and allow her moments free from the responsibilities she had taken on.
She allowed the words to sit between them for another second before she shifted in her seat and leaned towards the man in front of her. Bringing her right hand up she brushed a loose piece of ebony hair that had escaped from her braid back behind her ear.
"I suppose you could say that," She responded in a low, warm tone. ".....considering I visited your grave. How....."
Her voice trailed off into uncertainty as she struggled to find the words to say to someone she had thought gone and buried; another casualty in the eternal fight between Light and Darkness. Her throat tightened as the thought brought faces to mind, faces of others that she had fought beside that were also lost. People she had failed to save. Alana had always been her own harshest critic. No matter the titles, accolades, honors, or abilities she earned through her tenacious drive and eternal dedication to the Light Side she always remembered the moments where she hadn't been fast enough, strong enough, just enough to save the people she cared about.
Atton was one of those faces. When the Jedi Temple on Anobis fell she had been away across the Universe searching for Caohimin, her brother. Allowed to leave the Emerald Order and the Temple on Anobis by the other Council members because Anobis was enjoying a time of peace and prosperity, she had set off to find and aid Caoimhin in finding what he was looking for. Answers, family, and maybe a place to belong...
When she had finally heard about the destruction of the Temple that had been her home for many years she had futilely tried to traverse the galaxies home and aid those she had left behind. The Sith and their armies had struck a decisive blow against the Jedi Order that day. Coming out of nowhere to interrupt the planet's peace and turn it into a time of mourning and despair. Atton had been one of those who fell in defense of the home they had once shared. When she had arrived back on Anobis there had been nothing but rubble where the Temple once stood. Scraps of metal and pieces of debris from the fall of the planet lay scattered amidst the stone. She had wept for what seemed like hours before trying to understand some semblance of what happened there.
He looks different. She thought as she tried to say anything else to fill the silence between them.
This was the man she had come to with new ideas and projects to tinker with. Someone who always seemed to have at least a smudge or two of engine grease on him no matter how well he scrubbed up. They had spent countless hours in coveralls with grease under their fingernails as they laughed, joked, and tried to constantly improve their ships and push the limits of newer, better technology. He almost seemed as comfortable with a hydrospanner in his hand as he did when they sparred with lightsabers. She tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. Who knew what had happened to him that day or in the time in between. She wanted to find out. So she waited and resolved to be patient. No man should be forced to bare his secrets and failures before he was ready.
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Atton Kaelan
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Aug 8, 2014 20:51:16 GMT -8
*Atton sighed, his earlier anger at her apparent abandonment of the temple before its destruction fading just a little when he saw the look on her face. Alana had always been one of the strongest people he had known but even she must have felt the same pain he had when their home had been destroyed. It was probably the lack of booze, or the years of Jedi training or the fact that Alana Starwalker was one of two or three people in the entire galaxy that he was incapable of staying angry at for any reason. She had earned that much.
He sighed heavily, pushing his drink and the datapad aside for now. The least he could do was give her an explanation of some kind.*"How? Lots of implants and about...six or seven surgeries to fix my heart. That's how."*Leaning back in his seat, he waited for her response.*
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Post by Alana Starwalker on Aug 18, 2014 6:22:16 GMT -8
Multiple...heart...surgeries..... Alana thought with surprise. Atton must have the resilience of steel. That's impressive.
She tried her best to wrap her mind around the fact that her friend had undergone something so intense. Normally heart surgery, singular, was an event, but to have to go through more than one of them to be sitting here now. She was amazed by his tenacity. Also, by an impressive and indomitable will to survive.
Alana also leaned backwards in her seat, shifting her weight and placing both hands palms downward onto the tabletop.
"Atton, however it came to be, I'm glad...." She stated in a warm, earnest tone. "It was a darker Universe without you in it. I didn't like having to give you a memorial."
She hoped that he would see the truth to her words. She waited and wondered how much of her friend, the man that she remembered, had made it through the fall of Anobis and survived those surgeries intact. Or if what she had buried in the ruins of the Jedi Temple had been their relationship.
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