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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2013 8:26:37 GMT -8
 Above the Shop was an extravagantly modest apartment big enough for monte to live in. walking into the main space, one could either walk over to the kitchen nook, or walk to the lounging area. there was a Bathroom, a guest bedroom, and a small library nook. just a little higher was the "second floor" this area was protected by a shatterproof "Baby gate" to prevent someone from sleep walking over the edge to their doom. this secure space held the "Master Bedroom" and another bathroom. but the centerpiece of the apartment was a Corkscrew spiral staircase that led above the apartment to the Rooftop Garden |
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2013 23:34:36 GMT -8
As i walked around my apartment Stark naked, i marveled at the design of the building and how there was not window low enough to expose me to the streets below… or at least the … important parts. as i Sat down, i considered listening to the "news" unluckily for me, i was caught in a monologue by one of their talking heads… trying to blame the Jedi council for their corruption… *click* 'considering the fact i do not think all too highly of this jedi council as a whole… i do not need any more fuel for that fire'
Figuring that if i turned on the net, my choices would be more talking heads, soap operas, kiddy shows that are designed for kids below age 8 and people with IQs below 17… and of course there could be raunchy PPV. figuring none of these options were good, i climbed up the ladder up to the "master suite". after locking the "Baby gate" so i wouldn't just fall off the ledge to my doom, i explored in to find a new attire laid out on the bed as Seisir had said. White button up Silk shirt. anthracite Cashmere Vest, Dark Brown Khaki pants, Fine black Leather boots, and to top it off, a Blue coat that was made of this lovely material. I felt like it could keep me bone dry after chatting in the open rain on Kamino, warm enough if that conversation was held outside Echo base but yet still breath for when it the talk was moved to Mos Eisley.
'what exactly do i call you? a great coat would go down to my ankles, you end down just past my buttox. that is a lovely shade of Navy… I guess i shall call you a Naval Coat.'
Looking over the remainder of the box that the outfit had been shipped in. rummaging around in it i found a correspondence from this mysterious WRITER
Dear Salvator Diamonte Tuhlute,
Greetings old friend, i know it seemed just yesterday we chatted, but it has sincerely been 100 days for me since i saw how dapper you looked in that coat. and since you have gotten underway in your own right that today was as good of as day as any to present you with this new outfit. I am sorry that in the battle young puck had to perish, and moreso that you did not get the chance until now to grieve for the poor creature. But all that as it may, know that there is a plan in store for all, and sooner rather than later, you will have a companion to travel with once again.
Meanwhile, I have been well. letting some of the others that are up here see what it is like on your side of the veil. well, as it is 2 am now… i feel it best to leave you to your duties, and i cannot wait to see you again.
As ever yours
N.I.
I stared at the words for a moment more trying to decipher their meaning. the battle lasted only a couple of days… and I had not told anyone about Puck's mission, even the council did not know that the jedi now possessed a Mandalorian Communications cypher chip. only Adi knew of puck's mission… and the guy was the one to watch the light fade from Puck's eyes in his final moments. who else could know what was going on?
The mind was jostled from the front of my brain as i heard the ding of the elevator bringing Seisir up to prepare supper. Although rushed, I carefully put on each article of clothing (after putting on a cotton shirt to keep the sweat from ruining this attire.) once i was dressed, I walked out and did a turn in the open for my Droid assistant
::Very excellent sir. I just knew when the pieces were put together that you would look smashing in them. what would you care for supper?::
"i can fix my own supper Seisir"
::Please, it would be my honor to prepare a meal for you, this being your first day back in a while.::
"then i will be bad to myself. Start with a salad with a manama Vinegrette, then a Kobe Nerf steak with a side of Briar patch bake please."
the droid went to work as i climbed down from the ladder walking over to the lounging area, i turned on the holocameras incorporated in some of my video game sims, and had it scan me, so that in my vanity, i could look myself over
"It feels too expensive for me Seisir…"
::Sir?::
"I mean the outfit. i love the designs and all… but just how decadent these bits of clothes are… It doesn't fit even the jedi who served around 4,000 BBY. I guess i can make it work for ceremonies… but i would prefer something more functional for day to day wear."
::But you look so dapper…::
"ok, middle road, make the inner layers of less expensive, more durable fabrics, and i will be a happy camper… ok?"
the droid nodded and set the meal before me. eating carefully i enjoy listening to the music of the "nature" above me, mixed with the urban sounds of the city at night below me. as he took the plates away Seisir spoke up again.
::I called Dr. Habib's office. The attendant said that he had retired and moved to Naboo for retirement. She did however recommend his protégé Dr. Neven Lancaster. I called the man up, and Dr. Lancaster has been expecting your call. he was trained for helping patients in the military, and his specialty is Jedi. He admitted he has only been practicing for a couple years, but he was with Dr. Habib during some of your sessions.::
"Where are you going with this Seisir?"
::He is happy to help you, and actually is willing to come here for a session. He should be here around 4pm tomorrow.::
"that will give me enough time to set up the Freudian couch…"
I chuckled as Seisir retired downstairs to his charging post. I decided i was going to pay the exorbitant fee to get legal right to watch a movie that was still in theatres. looking at all the good choices, i decided to go against the grain and watch Beskar Girl 3. Falling asleep halfway through the movie, i caught myself in the final fight trying to drool and decided to head upladder to bed, after neatly hanging all of my clothes on their own hangar, i climbed beneath the sheets, and was soon out like a light.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2013 22:44:48 GMT -8
Waking up early in the morning… or at least somewhere around 9, I yawned and nodded at the relaxing night sleep i just had. minus the nightmare that had haunted my dreams, i managed to sleep long enough that i could feel refreshed some 10+ hours later.
As Seisir was nowhere to be found, I slipped on some footie pajamas and a robe. 'today is going to be a cartoons kinda day.'
Rummaging around through the Kitchen i quickly made myself a Steak and Egg omelet, with a side of nerf steak. as thing prepared nicely, i turned on the holo Tv, and watched a classic cartoon "Padme and the Gorog"… true, this was below my age, but it was still nice to watch the interactions.after about 3 episodes, i grew bored… not yet hungry enough to try to make myself Lunch… so i sat down and decided to see if I could mess around for a little bit
" Gordon" Yessir?" Are you online" Indeed i am sir, how might i be of service" Can you open the wine Cabinet?" Authorization required as always" Authorization Arr-Tee 74656" suddenly on the table top, 6 holographic stands appeared. separated as 2 projects, 3 active and 1 status unknown i examined the ships." Gordon, we need to Retire the Green Crab. in a moment of sadness, i gave her away to a passerby. keep the plans on file, but deactivate the beacon."i watched as the model was desaturated and moved to a fourth category. picking up the three remaining models, i picked each one up, gave it a good once over, then threw them and watched the holographic generator take the specs i had given them, and let the ships fly. occasionally the ships would fly in formation, other times they would dog fight each other. but at the moment my mind was focused on my two project models. one of them was nearly completed, lacking only paint job to make it complete… the other was a wreck. i barely would tap it to access its specs, and the representative model would fall apart. I had recipients in mind, but i wanted to get it just right for each person before i gave them to their new pilots." Gordon, i am going to upload the new project i am working on. Can you help me fill in the holes?" Project name?" Raiden"
the data was copied from my comm link, and soon a cleaner model than i could hope to render. running an analysis, found that the ship fit perfectly in line with the form of a new star fighter that i now needed. tinkering with the paint job as Gordon specced the Living Bogan out of the ship. Excitedly i sent the model off to a good friend that worked at a shipyard. he noted that despite the economic down turn, he could still press the ship for me. it would even be done on his own nickel… though i insisted on paying once the market was open for day to day activities.
After i sent the Raiden off, I began playing with my models. infact, the first i was alerted that it was 4pm, was the ding of the elevator bringing a well dressed stranger into my apartment
" Excuse me if i am interrupting. I am Doctor Neven Lancaster. The droid down stairs told me to head on up… have i come at a bad time?"
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2013 21:40:59 GMT -8
I looked the man over as he spoke up. Surely something was up.... But then again, I knew seisir would resort to stunning me with my own blaster if I didn't have a psychiatrist say that although I was dealing with a tragedy, I was emotionally competent enough to go back out into the battlefield. A fabricated cough brought me back to the present
"I apologize for my absent mindedness ... I honestly forgot you were coming by. Do you want me to change? Can I get you something to drink?"
"No thank you, just wanting to get started if that is alright"
I nodded and ushered him towards the area known as the living room. As he sat down on the opposite side of the table I sat down on the couch that by now had my scent.
"You're… not exactly comfortable with have me here… are you"
I paused starting to make up some lie before i just said… "no Doctor, i'm not…yes, the situation is that i have to be mentally capable to return to work… but the fact is, who is it that gets to make that distinction?"
"ok, then lets not judge based on what happened, lets just talk as two guys getting to know one another. can you tell me about your childhood?"
"not really a lot to say… i didn't exactly have what you would call a Storytale Childhood."
"So… you did not get a childhood because you were selected at an early age for the Jedi order…"
"in a way yes, but in a more complete way, no"
"care to explain?"
"Well, i am sure that you have read my dossier. all about my disillusionment with the Bakuran Jedi…. I am about to sound very jedi by saying this… but it is all true, from a certain point of view. I was the son of the Senator from scipio. i did take an interest in crystals from a young age… but it was my father who discovered the Council was selling my work to line their own pockets. The Blue Tigers were a smuggling group… stay with me now, because here is where it goes crazy… they were formed to transport me between Realities."
an arched eyebrow was shot my way… I tried to explain the string theory, and that there was a moment within our own reality that split the galaxy into two. on one side the Jedi order flourished throughout the galaxy… while on the other, it withered and found its last solace on the planet of Bakura. I told the story how the jedi there… through a noble act of one of their own, had discovered a potential for inter dimensional travel… which they uniformly dismissed.
"But my father Iríto spent his own funds trying to develop this tech. and by the time the council asked him to step down his role as fleet admiral… the tech was tested and ready."
"ok… so, when you were old enough to notice your force sensitivity… they started to sell the sculptures you made of crystal while you were on any planet but bakura?"
"Kinda… the council took a position that they were entitled to the sweat of my brow… and when Dad finally put two and two together… he assembled a team that could pilot a ship that big from one reality to the other."
"And once you sailed… what is the next memory you have?"
"Just me waking up and the captain announcing we had made it through the void. I was a year or two younger than i am now, and fully knighted. we stayed in open space long enough for me to plant my records in the jedi Archives… after that we found out by local events my grand father pala had just passed on. I recovered his lightsaber and turned it over to the council… and then began living my life one day at a time…"
"And all this about aiding the republic, and a count of serenno?"
"All real. I was sent to coruscant to bring the temple up to date… when the temple was attacked… i got out, but assumed it was a coordinated attempt to get rid of me. I jumped from being a jedi to devoting my service to the republic… then at one point someone told me i had a lineage on Serenno. that is a story on its own. long story short, i was adrift until i heard the small voice of a child light the torch for me."
"Thanks for that background info… now then… do you feel like talking about puck, or at least why you believe his guilt hangs so heavily on your head?"
I nodded… "first off… i am 23 years old, and i still keep a stuffed animal. i don't know about you, but i find that just a little bit off… so to make it not be so bad, i tried to teach this… sentient stuffed animal how to use the force. it only knew a couple of powers… but it just wanted to please me. so it would try everything. I trained it in a sense to cloak it's sensitivity so that others could not detect it. in hindsight, thats really when all hope was lost… From ancient tomes, i learned of a way to share the power with which i call upon the force with another. only i didn't realize the that you do not share the pool alone… you share everything… I was writing the code to lock down the entire Yavin station when he went abuzz with activity… i don't know if it was anxious or excited. all i knew was it was distracting. i tried to silence his voice… but i silenced him at a bad time. he had enough strength to make it back to the tank with his objective… but the last person to see him alive…Was Adi Matango. Puck Died and it is all my fault"
there was a pause as i broke down. the man reached into his briefcase and pulled out a small package of tissue, which he passed over to me. after blowing my nose, and letting me calm down… He continued
"I see… " an audible click sound was heard as the recording of our conversation was ended "… Well mr Tuhlute.. here i stand with two options. I can believe what you said is true, and you are dealing with a form of PTSD that could be over once you find your way past the stages of grief… or i could believe you are lying, and commit you to a mental institution. But in the end… i cannot make a proper determination of those facts. It is true that for someone who has had the training of so long that it would be odd that your dossier was created so late in your life. but in the end… it is not up to me to decide. I will have to leave the decision of your ability to remain a jedi to the council… however i see no pressing risk in allowing you to return to work. Granted… i want you to remain on world 1 month's duration so that you know where you hang your head. when that is done i want to meet with you again to see if you are emotionally ready to return to the field. once you are in the field i expect you to return to temple or somewhere every six months or so as off duty for no less than two days for every month you spent as an active jedi. and finally… i am going to put in a prescription into the RDMC for some medication that should help you. I will turn it in, since i am not sure which combination of medicinal spice would work best for you. any questions for me?"
"What happens if i break any of these terms?"
"a missing persons report will be filed, and when you are located, you will get to spend at least 3 weeks in a Mental ward."
"ok…"
"I don't mean to sound harsh monte. There are a lot of people that go through traumatic events that shake the core of their being every year. My job is to help you adjust to put this behind you and adjust to the new normal."
"You speak like i will just forget that he ever existed. like i can turn off my memory of him like a light switch on a cord"
"i do not mean it that way. Part of my training was learning the basics of the order's beliefs. what we need to do here is be to a point that we can celebrate his life without mourning his death. does that make better sense?"
"… a little…"
"Ok. well, our time is up. I will see you again in a month… stay well until then Monte."
I nodded and rose to see him to the lift. once he was out of the apartment I walked back to my chair and lay down.
"Gordon, i don't feel like cooking… can you synth something up?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 15:29:00 GMT -8
In the dewy morning light i awoke... on the couch. It had been some time passed since naboo, and slowly Mist and i had worked together on this new life. with me constantly fearing she would leave me for someone shiny and new. but for now i changed in my workshop and walked over to the kitchen to prepare some food for the morning before Mist chose to wake up
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Oct 20, 2013 16:00:11 GMT -8
Mistia woke up gently, taking in the dimly lit room before sitting up and stretching. She yawned and smiled, looking around Monte's room and seeing all the little things that he had gathered in his travels. After a moment she slipped from between the covers and pulled on the long robe that Monte had bought for her. Walking into the main room, she pulled tight the robe tie and smiled, seeing him preparing breakfast
Good morning, Monte
She walked towards him and hugged him before, sitting at the table and crossing her legs
Did you sleep well?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 16:07:03 GMT -8
i stretched a kink in my neck out
"As well as i can, when sleeping on a couch."
Turning my attention to the griddle, I loosened a pancake that i had made with pockets of syrup within the meal. stacking it on top of three others, i presented the stack with fruit juice, and meat to Mist
"And how did you sleep?"
I moved back to the kitchen fixing for myself a little more modest of a breakfast... still nutritious... just not as extravagent as what i insisted on preparing for Mist
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Oct 20, 2013 16:22:13 GMT -8
Mistia smiled and began in on her breakfast, listening to him speak as she chewed thoughtfully.
Peacefully, but I think that bed is a little big for me... Are you sure you won't let me have the couch?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 16:33:51 GMT -8
Sitting down myself I nodded
"You are guest here, you get the comfy bed. besides i am the experienced Jedi. i know a lot of surfaces that have been worse to sleep on than a simple couch"
Picking a paper up I chuckle a little but then twitch my head a little. something didn't make sense. I wasn't ready to investigate what it was just yet... but i surely didn't want it to be what i thought it was
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Oct 20, 2013 17:14:21 GMT -8
Mistia grimaced, honestly she was a little uncomfortable in that big bed when she had been so used to straw mats and the dirt floor in cells smaller than the closet in Monte's room. She set down her fork and looked at him a moment before resuming her chewing and looking down at her plate. Of course she knew that he was uncomfortable when she metioned her slavehood, so she tried to not talk about it much.
If you're sure then.....
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 17:23:28 GMT -8
Getting up i walked behind Mist's chair and with my hands on her shoulders pecked her on the cheek. after straightening up i began to rub out Mist's shoulders and upper back, paying attention to areas that were ticklish to her. I knew what the news was saying. I saw the first strike. I just hoped that the Jedi in charge found whatever talents i brought to the table not worth the costly resources of food and shelter to put me anywhere near the front line
"Of course i am sure. I take care of what i see as important, and you Mistia Atsumi are the most important thing to me."
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Oct 20, 2013 17:37:42 GMT -8
Mistia laughed and cringed up her shoulders as he tickled her, standing quickly and turning to him and pulling herself in tight to him, smiling up at him
And you are important to me Monte
She rested her forehead on his chest and wrapped her arms around his stomach
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 17:40:58 GMT -8
With tears welling up in my eyes i tilted Mist's chin up slightly so that i could feel her soft lips on mine again. i had been holding a secret in, and before too long it would pull me away from the woman i loved
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Oct 20, 2013 18:03:01 GMT -8
After a moment, she broke the kiss and looked up at him, biting her lip before her cheeks turned a crimson red in a blush
Monte I-
Fear gripped her chest as she looked into his eyes, but she took a deep breath and closed her eyes and spoke in a voice that betrayed her fear
I love you
She opened her eyes with worry in them, gauging his reaction
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 18:15:42 GMT -8
I smiles as i picked Mist up and spun around
"you don't know how happy that makes me"
Sitting her down on the couch i kissed her passionately
"I love you too"
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Oct 20, 2013 18:27:35 GMT -8
Her eyes widened and she gasped as he picked her up and spun her around, as he spoke she couldn't help but laugh before he kissed her, the blush darkening even more as he returned his feelings for her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed deeper into the kiss. Breaking it suddenly when she realized that her cheeks were wet, happy tears flowing down her soft skin.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 18:35:03 GMT -8
'crap'
how was i going to tell Mist now that just after we revealed our true feelings, that any day now i could be taken from her... and she could be targeted for something within her... or that she knew me.
for now i sat contented with the woman i loved in my arms
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Oct 20, 2013 18:44:17 GMT -8
For a few minutes she just sat silently, smiling as she rested her head on his shoulder, but as they cuddled, she realized he was a little tense. Mistia looked up at him, the euphoria draining quickly as a fear gripped her again
What's wrong, Monte?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2013 18:56:00 GMT -8
"there is a war going on Mist... i saw the first strike of it... and now, i am waiting and hoping not to be drawn back into it"
i held her close as i showed everything i knew on the subject, with an obvious censorship level.
"the jedi council is a slow moving body that is an elite club. once you are in, you cannot be removed from office without extrenuating circumstances... so the fact that they removed Master Matango... means something"
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Post by Mistia Atsumi on Oct 20, 2013 19:05:53 GMT -8
She listened intently as he spoke of a war, the fear clutching tighter at her chest as she looked up at him, surely he would not have to leave after they had found such happiness. The universe would not be so cruel... would it?
So.... you won't have to go... will you...?
Mistia's eyes brimmed with tears at the sadness that started to well up inside her
I don't want you to go........
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