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Post by Cy Otauna on Jul 8, 2005 10:05:11 GMT -5
Suddenly it felt like there were far to many people. Jacen was there in the woods now, but the strange one was stepping out, and was dressed in encomnpassing black. Cy brought a hand to her lightsaber, re-feeling the pent-up energy. No smiling now, she said to the two; "Hold on," and slipped into the woods behind the newcomer.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Jul 9, 2005 1:26:39 GMT -5
Luke slipped in behind Cy, a hint of a broad grin hidden behind his hand before he was able to shake it and drop the expression into a mask of (what many considered annoying) complete peacefulness. "I am Master Skywalker," he said evenly. And suddenly everyone wants to talk to me...
Well, I guess I talk back. "Good morning, Jacen, and..." Luke inclined his head slightly towards the newcomers. "Whoever you would be."
((Sorry, too tired to remember what happened in the last page...))
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Post by The Hot Eye on Jul 9, 2005 19:56:17 GMT -5
Silvrae cursed the situation with many confused people, and it didn't help that she was rather lost and confused as well... in addition to becoming increasingly more infuriated for no apparent reason except, possibly the days events were working their way into her mind and toying with it... She turned to the one talking to her, stepping off her coarse towards the group of people. One was much better then several, always, in any situation. She let out in a kind of annoyed, growling voice, "Hello, so, this place gotta name... doimant language, species... who's in charge around here?"
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Post by The Seeker on Jul 9, 2005 19:59:27 GMT -5
((I find it odd that Master Skywalker doesn't know the name of every single padawan in the Temple! :P I'll edit later.))
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Jul 9, 2005 22:25:09 GMT -5
((T'was a hard post to read, THE... can you try to be a bit better with caps? And I can't help I don't know all the charries names!))
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Eve
Padawan Learner
It takes seconds to break a heart and ages to heal one...
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Post by Eve on Jul 9, 2005 23:56:38 GMT -5
[I'm confused... Where are we? Some people moved into the jungle and some are at the entrance to the temple... And yet we're all talking... Ahhh!]
*Kira was absolutely apalled by how one of the strangers addressed Master Skywalker. She, on the other hand, felt the need to show the respect someone of such power deserved. The moment he had introduced himself, Kira had dropped into a bow, her stomach suddenly doing flips. She could hardly believe that she was finally given the chance to meet a Jedi Master... She had waited so long... Shooting a glare at the other apparent newcomer who had spoken so rudely, Kira decided to ignore her questions and simply respond to Master Skywalker's greeting. She tried her hardest to speak without her Korun accent, but she failed miserably.* "Forgive me, Master Skywalker. I haven't had the chance to introduce myself. I am Kira Rostu... and I'd like to say that you have no idea what a pleasure it is to finally meet you."
*It was true... While she was more nervous than she had ever been before, even in the jungle, she felt that her heart might burst with happiness. She'd finally made it... And this man, who held such power, was more than she had expected. She didn't dare look him directly in the face, keeping her head bowed, but the glimpse she had caught had been more than enough... Such peace. And his voice... It rang with a tranquility that she had never encountered before on the wild and dangerous world of Haruun Kal...*
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Post by Cy Otauna on Jul 10, 2005 12:20:59 GMT -5
(*cackle* I'll edit THE's caps etc. I think we're all in the woods now. And of course everyone wants to see you Tiana, you're Master Skywalker! Responsibility...)
With her father taking the attention of the two girls, Cy stood a distance from the dark-cloaked newcomer standing between her and Jacen. She gave her her distance though, and put her hands on her hips. "This Yavin IV, home of the Jedi of whatever species. Speaking Basic, obviously, or something else if you'd rather. How'd you arrive here?"
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Post by The Seeker on Jul 10, 2005 17:13:47 GMT -5
((This is moving too fast! Gah!))
"Master Skywalker, Kira wants to train in the way of the Force, she's from Harrun Kal, oh, and my name's Rinnah Korr." She stopped, a little out of breath, feeling a little crowded.
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Post by The Hot Eye on Jul 10, 2005 17:21:10 GMT -5
<<*shrinks* sorry bout the caps... thankee cy>>
"Why does it MATTER how I got here!" Silvrae turned and her eyes were alive with anger, but she knew the new girl couldnt see that... Silvrae hated when she was semi surrounded, and being interrigated... She pulled the hood down further to emphisize the fact that she wasn't in the mood to expose herself. between the two people she took a stand where she could see the new one who seemed more of a threat, but still see the first out of the corner of her eye "Basic is fine, but there is no need for a language because I DON'T feel like talking to any of you." Yavin IV... Where was this?? But the thought was lost soon, she had come to realize that through all of her space journeys she was bound to end up on a few unfamiliar planets, and this was just another one that she hoped to soon be off of.
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Post by Cy Otauna on Jul 10, 2005 18:52:04 GMT -5
Cy went battle-mode immediatly. "Hey, you don't like people we can step away and settle this ourselves. I'd rather." Hand back to lightsaber. "You're barging in on Jedi territory looking like a space pirate or a half-price Sith." Well that was rash. Cy glanced over at her father, just in case, but he seemed to preoccupied to make points about her. "We're not here to fight though."
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Post by The Seeker on Jul 10, 2005 22:01:48 GMT -5
Rin started cracking her knuckles, a nervous habit. Partly she was nervous about talking to Master Skywalker, but mostly she was worried about the yelling that was taking place between Cy Skywalker and the stranger with the hood covering her face. It didn't seem as though (Cy) Skywalker was trying smooth matters any.
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Post by The Hot Eye on Jul 11, 2005 7:11:20 GMT -5
Outraged now, Silvrae had to take several deep breathes to not whip out her blaster on the spot... Breathe in, breaethe out... Now breathe back in... Forgetting the person behind her, she walked closer to the girl speaking, "I don't CARE who you are, or what you are. If you want a fight we can go somewhere where you can get one." Still trying to breathe, and not suffocate or hyperventalate (spelling?) checked that her weapons were all still in their given spots... Who was this girl to take up her much needed time for a stupid fight in which Silvrae felt she would ultimately win.
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Post by Cy Otauna on Jul 11, 2005 17:47:02 GMT -5
Cy showed nothing, standing firm far to close to the dark cloak. "I don't want to fight you. I want to know who you are cause you're on a planet full of Jedi and I'm one of them. And any weapon you've got isn't gonna match a lightsaber." The last boast was from Cy's own pride; she had noticed the movement. In the Force, she projected calm over a roiling mind that...sparkled with Force of it's own. Cy glanced at Luke again.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Jul 12, 2005 14:35:09 GMT -5
This could be construed as going downhill fast, Jacen thought, still standing to the side but interjecting, speaking to the stranger in the dark cloak. "There's no need to fight. You didn't come here looking for trouble, I imagine. Do you need some help with your ship?"
The only reason a ship would crash-land on an out-of-the-way moon like Yavin IV set Jacen to guessing that the stranger might have been on her way to somewhere such as the Corporate Sector when something technical went wrong. The Jedi didn't get many visitors here apart from those who wished to become part of the Order, and those who came to request assistance for some problem or another, and it seemed to Jacen as if this stranger would be all too pleased to get on her way as soon as possible.
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Post by The Hot Eye on Jul 12, 2005 15:37:40 GMT -5
Silvrae, in a snotty voice said to the girl "I dont care who you are or what powers you posess. I happen to have a lightsaber of my own." She said it confidently, even though she knew in the depths of her mind that she was slow with it, but her own pride it seemed had caused her to forget at the moment this small detail. However she really wasnt in the mood to actually BE in a fight when the ship and her krii needed her. So she turned to the boy and said much more politely though cautiously, "You know some stuff about ships eh? Yeah i geuss i could use a hand. Some wires popped loose, and i need to fix up some other small problems too so they don't become large ones... I've had a long trip, and i doubt it'll be coming to an end soon so i need to make sure eveything is done in close to perfection. If you're good with this type of stuff, REALLY good that is, i could use an extra set of eyes to make sure I'm not missing anything. I'm sure you know how it is, when you look at something for too long eveything just blends together." She hoped this wasnt too friendly sounding she didn't want to become "friends" with this boy, she wanted to go about her business as low down as possible. Attention was the most evil thing Silvrae could think of at the moment.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Jul 12, 2005 17:18:13 GMT -5
((How are we doing for mechanics at the Temple, everyone? Heh...
EDIT: Okay, never mind. I had to do some researching on the charrie sheets...so we'll see how this turns out. Heh.))
Jacen nodded. "I can agree with that. I'm not much of a mechanic myself, but I'm sure we could turn out someone from the Temple that can give you a proper hand with things." He paused and glanced to another member of the party. "Rin, you were good with mechanical repair, right?"
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Post by Mekka on Jul 12, 2005 20:02:32 GMT -5
Jahke lay flat on his back, staring at the confused gray water stains on the ceiling. The mid-afternoon air buzzed with heat, and even within the Temple the air was thick and stifling. Smack! He caught the rubber ball, and with a casual flick of his wrist released it again. Being this hot, Jahke had sensibly stripped down to only his light outer tunic and breeches. The rest of his clothing lay strewn across the floor beneath the bunkbed. Smack! The ball pummeled off the ceiling and into his fist. "This is the sort of day," he began aloud, then flipped over onto his stomach.
From his perch on the upper bunk, Jahke watched as the door to his small, bland room slowly slid open. The muffled sounds from the long corridor outside suddenly became sharp; soft voices, and the rhythmic plod of little feet passing to their own rooms. He watched as through the partially open door - slowly, hesitantly - a head of corn-colored hair appeared, followed by a flurry of brown robes, and then a voice, very softly, "Jahke?"
He tossed the ball again. "Yeah?"
The little boy's head swiveled up to where Jahke sat. His face was soft, round, and serious, nothing like Jahke's dark and well-defined features. The shock of blond hair a looped across his forehead was bright even in the dim light of the drawn curtains. "Hey, Sam? You have a good day?" prompted Jahke when the little boy did not continue.
He blinked up at him seriously. "We were studying meditation," Sam said.
Jahke nodded, although he thought it was mean to keep a little boy cooped up inside on a day as hot as this one. A thought which he kept very much to himself, of course. No need to try his luck with the Jedi Masters: Jahke was in trouble often enough as it was. And he really was trying to be good. The Jedi had been so kind in allowing Sam and Jahke to share rooms. However well the little boy was managing by himself, Jahke knew his brother needed him. "Wanna play ball or something?" he asked, tapping the ball temptingly against the metal railing of the bed.
"No, please." Then added, "Too hot."
Jahke laughed. It was an open, breezy sort of laugh that caught you by surprise. "I know what you mean! Pretty slow, too. Anything do you want to do?"
"I think I'll sleep," Sam told him without much enthusiasm, and flopped down on the unoccupied bunk.
Jahke lay with his eyes half-closed for a few minutes, listening to the steady breathing of his little brother. But he was restless, not sleepy, and finally hopped down from the bunk. He slid the door open. Despite his good resolve, it was hard not to feel his skin prickle with excitement at the thoughts of stirring something up.
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Post by Cy Otauna on Jul 13, 2005 19:54:21 GMT -5
The revelation about the lightsaber passed Cy flying. "Hey, I can fix ships. I mean, if you don't mind. What is it, a light carrier or somethin? I've got an X-wing...well she's sortof an X-wing." Cut the babble. It was the opportunity that caught at her mind, not the person. She wanted to learn this woman's mission as much as any of the Jedi..and maybe learn how she'd got her hair like that. Cy knew Chiss as a grim and tough species, from Jag Fel's clawcraft squadron. The fighting-energy was translating into fixing-energy, but Cy also had a bad feeling about getting involved with this Chiss...as the Chiss seemed to have about her.
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Post by The Hot Eye on Jul 13, 2005 20:01:46 GMT -5
Silvrae sighed... the sooner the ship was fixed the sooner she could get back in space... I'm only gonna be hgere a couple of days i think, maybe i can just let her help... she'd better not get involved. After the moment it took to ponder all this Silvrae decided to just go with the flow, and not anger anyone. It was after she hoped only going to be a short visit, waht harm could come? "Well... Your good right? This is a special ship for a special purpose, I don't want no amateur working on it. I geuss i could use the help. You bother the ship or my krii though, Your head'll be meeting the stars without the reset of you!" Silvrae didn't trust the girl one bit, though she would accept the help she planned to watch this girl very closely...
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Post by The Seeker on Jul 14, 2005 9:37:07 GMT -5
"I want to help! I'm good at fixing stuff." Rin said eagerly. She always loved working on things, and she had never worked on a crashed ship before, and it was sure to be a challenge.
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