Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Alderaan


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Eryal drew herself up as they came to the Customs office and entered first, finding Master Chicri's padawan laying on a medical bed, arms covered in bandages and light burns upon her face.  She seemed bored and had taken to switching the agents' datapads with use of the Force when they weren't looking.  Over all, this was harmless, even if it did slow work just a bit.  Eryal shook her head at the antics, making a note to mention this to Rin.


"Hello.  You're Master Chicri's padawan?"


Atali looked up at the two Mirialans, surprised, and two datapads clattered back to their places.  "Uh... y-yeah..."


The healer smiled, warm.  "I am Master Eryal Itak and this is my padawan, Avutka Yal.  I'm told you can contact your master?  I'm here to help with the situation but I need to speak to him to figure out his location and how I may assist.  Will you contact him for me?"


Well, who was she to deny a Jedi Master?  "U-Um... Sure."  She pulled out her personal holocommunicator and handed it to the woman.


Eryal sent a call to Master Chicri's holocommunicator and waited for him to pick up.  Once he did, he would see the Mirialan healer standing, calm, with her usual smile upon her face.
 
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Rin's glossy eyes reflected the corpse of a Republic soldier, a human male. His name was Dantar. There wasn't much left of his body, it was quite clear to Rin what had happened. A short while ago, the chief of police contacted Rin and told him that one squad reported a soldier that wasn't returning hails by the lieutenant. Rin investigated the last known location of the soldier and found the corpse of him instead.


"Iblen's disguised as a Republic soldier. Make sure we are checking Identification, faces to names, I don't want him slipping through because of a lack of thoroughness." Rin had called back. "I'm going to need a coroner out here, it isn't pretty what he did to this soldier." As Rin stepped over the body and made his way to the exit of the alley. Squads of troopers were patrolling the street in the distance, the nearest ones were at least two blocks away. He was alone for the most part. His communicator beeped once more. He glanced around and lifted it in his palm. He expected his padawan, but what he saw surprised him. A Mirialan shimmered in pale blue light. It was Jedi Master Itak. Rin's brow twitched momentarily in surprise before he bowed his head out of respect.


"Master Itak. You have chosen a dangerous day to cross paths with me again, but I could use the assistance." The Nautolan's aura was heavy, the day was wearing on him, making him tired. Even to his equals (or superiors) he was blunt to the point of near impoliteness, but his colleagues would know that this was merely his way, and he meant no disrespect by it.


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Alderaan


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Eryal returned the gesture of greeting.  "Yes, but after what the officers here have told me you need the help.  What do you need of me?"  Though, if it was a dangerous day she'd have to leave Avutka behind.  Perhaps the two padawans could keep each other company.  Either way, she did notice Rin's change in attitude.  Hand things been particularly hard on the Peacekeeper lately?  She was concerned, certainly, but her concern could wait until after this crisis was over.
 
Alderaan


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Avutka eyed the other padawan curiously from her place at Master Itak's shoulder, then slipped around past her Master's back (a brief shadow of a slight robed frame in the communicator) to the injured-looking human's bedside. "Hi," she began, looking over her prone form. "I'm Avutka Yal. What's your name?" She threw a glance back toward where the datacards hand landed, then gave the older padawan a conspiratorial smile. She didn't look exactly sore from her injuries, but she certainly didn't look comfortable. "Would you mind if I did something about those?" she gestured to the human's face, where the light burns hadn't been smothered in kolto bandages. It was one of the more personal spots on a sentient she thought - even for a Jedi, it would feel... odd to just go and shove her hands in someone's face.


At least before they'd been introduced!
 
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"I have much more to debrief you on than what they know, believe me. The Sith Lord Nah Iblen is hiding in the city somewhere, likely disguised as a Republic soldier. Martial law is in effect and the entire city is blockaded I could use your help tracking him down. I am not aware of his combat capabilities, until this point he has been using illusions and fleeing. I should be able to handle him on my own, but it's a large city, I'll need help locating him."


Rin remembered that the only person who could contact him via holo-transmitter was his Padawan, he raised a brow and asked, "You are at the Customs Office, correct? Is my padawan there? Her name is Atali." The Jedi assumed that this time his padawan would actually listen to him, now that she knew what he was up against, but then again, he didn't really know her, so he wasn't sure if she'd actually stay at the customs office.


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 Alderaan


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Atali blinked. "Oh, hey. I'm Atali Muras." Those? Oh. Right. The burns. She supposed that meant even other Jedi would be unnerved. "Um... Sure." The girl sighed. She'd seen the smile. It was a good sign as it was rare she met another Padawan who was not the epitome of a mini-Jedi. Maybe she'd finally found a connection?


"Very well. I'll begin my search of the city. What sections haven't been cleared? I'll start in one of those." A Sith Lord with the power of illusions? Yes, she would have to leave Avutka here. There was no way she would chance her Padawan being taken by a madman 


At his next question Eryal tilted her head slightly. Why wouldn't his Padawan be where he told her to be? "Yes, she's currently sitting on a cot, talking to my Padawan. I'm speaking to you from her device. Why?"
 
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With the ship safely on the first of a series of random hyperspace jumps, Delrick let out breath and closed his eyes focusing on the wound in his side, finally having a chance to heal it. His hand placed against the tender semi-cauterized wound. He felt the Force flow through him and begin to numb and knit the flesh, muscle, and mend the damaged organs. 'That trooper has excellent aim, I hope he survived. I'd like to meet him.'


Sitting calmly in the chair in the pilots chair he heard the droid walking about, obviously nervous. 'What did she do to you?' The question, shaky as it was told him volumes about the state of the former assassin droid. Without looking up, or breaking his concentration, Delrick answered the class-4 droid. "You're not interrupting. Why'nn is alive, but on a different ship, but we'll meet up with her before too long and by then she will be 'nominal.'" He could not help but smile and chuckle at terminology he used. 


Feeling the wound finish being knitted and healed the Gray Jedi stood, with a tenderness and stiffness of the newly healed, to face the assassin droid who had helped raise his daughter. He looked 01 over and could see the signs of torture, both in his extremely submissive stance and how he shook. 


In the engineering bay Ini was checking on the engines and hyper-drive, impressed at the repairs made by the astromech droid. The Arkanian ran a few diagnostics to see if there were anything he could repair, relatively pleased he was being left alone. 


Delrick could sense the struggle Connor was having strapped to his bunk, he would need to deal with the boy sooner or later. Maybe he would drop him off on an Imperial planet, minus his clothes, lightsabers but with the neutral inhibitor. Delrick grinned at that thought. Yes maybe he would do that. 
 
Alderaan


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Avutka's smile actually seemed to grow brighter if that was possible. "Thanks Atali. Great to meet you!" She'd heard stories about the stoic Master Chicri, and half-feared that any padawan he'd taken would be the same - but Atali is actually alive, and not merely living! Lifting her arms she slid back long sleeves and held her hands very close above the other girl's face, chattering all the while. "So, what's been going on here? Master Itak only said that there was trouble and Master Chicri needed us, and next thing I knew we were taking the Jedi transport out here." She fell briefly silent as a feeling of serenity swept through her, briefly touching her face with the inhuman peace unique to statues and Jedi. A keen eye might even see her palms glow slightly as she stretched her mental presence out into the burns to encourage their rapid healing and to slough off the little streaks of dead tissue. By the time she was done Atali's injuries would be at least partly healed with a focus on her face and her own knees were briefly weak.


When her eyes opened again, she grinned down at the human and hopped up on the side of her cot. "There we are. Sorry I couldn't just wave my hand and make your face-burns get all better, but I'm still learning all this. They should be mostly healed by this time tomorrow though, and they won't scar." She shrugged lightly; personal vanity was discouraged among the Jedi Order, but there were limits, and she'd have hated to bear any scars she could avoid. She cast a glance back at her Master, then leaned in and dropped her voice. "Is it true some of the Sith have gone rogue?" The Mirialan had never actually met a Sith - not a proper dark side using one - but she imagined they must be intimidating monsters indeed. Atali was brave if she'd faced one down and come away as lightly injured as she was!
 
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Atali giggled at the fellow padawan's excitement, finding it infectious.  She felt she'd found a kindred spirit and was a bit awed at the healing prowess shown.  "That's okay.  Thanks!  It's cool you know how to do that at all.  Did your master teach you?  My master hasn't really taught me much of anything.  Oh! Except, he did teach me how to banish illusions.  So... that's cool."


As Avutka's voice quieted, Atali leaned in, keeping her volume low as well.  "Yeah.  He's pretty creepy, kinda mesmerizing.  I think that was because of his illusions, though."  She shook her head.  "I didn't actually fight him.  I think Master Chicri is going to.  No, he made the soldiers scared and they started firing at us.  Master Chicri could deflect or dodge all the blaster bolts but there were too many for me to keep up with so..."  She gestured to her injuries, smile growing a bit sheepish.
 
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 Alderaan


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Atali blinked. "Oh, hey. I'm Atali Muras." Those? Oh. Right. The burns. She supposed that meant even other Jedi would be unnerved. "Um... Sure." The girl sighed. She'd seen the smile. It was a good sign as it was rare she met another Padawan who was not the epitome of a mini-Jedi. Maybe she'd finally found a connection?


"Very well. I'll begin my search of the city. What sections haven't been cleared? I'll start in one of those." A Sith Lord with the power of illusions? Yes, she would have to leave Avutka here. There was no way she would chance her Padawan being taken by a madman 


At his next question Eryal tilted her head slightly. Why wouldn't his Padawan be where he told her to be? "Yes, she's currently sitting on a cot, talking to my Padawan. I'm speaking to you from her device. Why?"
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Rin nodded, "No specific reason... Anyway, most of the eastern half of the city is still to go. We've cleared all public buildings and locked them down, we've been sweeping across the city from West to east in an attempt to push him one way, but in general there are patrols everywhere. This could take some time. I'm confident he hasn't escaped without my knowing, I feel that he's still here somewhere, although he is attempting to mask his presence in the force. The sooner you can arrive here, the better. I'll be searching in the South East if you need me. Chicri Out."


The Nautolan let out a sigh, there was still tedious work ahead. He began down the city street, staying perfectly aware of his surroundings. A small Republic patrol passed him, they nodded, he glared at them. None of them were Iblen, not unless he could do last second quick healing face surgery. If that was the case, there wasn't any hope anyway. He had an idea for how to find Nah Iblen, even with his force presence masked. It was a special Nautolan technique that he studied on his planet for several weeks when he visited there years ago. He would need Master Itak in the city though, for it would make him extremely vulnerable and required immense focus and concentration. He opened the door to a condominium complex, he would search each condo one by one to ensure Iblen wasn't hiding there or taking hostages. It would take days, but he would search every building in the city this way if he had to.


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Alderaan


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As the call ended, the Mirialan handed the communicator back to Master Chicri's Padawan. Her expression stayed unusually grim. "Avutka, I know I've never done this before but I need you to stay here with Atali. Neither of you are to leave this room unless you are in extreme danger. If the Sith Lord comes here you are to get away and contact your masters. Do not talk to him, do not try to fight him, and certainly don't believe anything that seems abnormal. Above all else: stay together." It was almost as if Eryal was afraid this time, something Avutka would not have seen from her.


The Jedi healer moved forward and hugged her Padawan gently. After she broke the hug she moved away, meeting with a group of soldiers so she could be taken to Rin's location.
 
Alderaan 


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As Eryal followed the soldiers into the city, another soldier walked into the hospital with several cuts on his face.  Without thinking, the medical staff rushed him to a room where they could put his face back together, passing by the room where the two padawans sat.  However, right after taking him to the room, all the doctors just walked out, not even filing the necessary paperwork to use the room.  Inside, the "soldier" made a small incision in his arm, then removed a small data chip, which he plugged into the machine.  Then he sat down in the chair as it began the facial reconstruction procedures.


 


While Nah-Iblen was getting his face put back on, he decided to have some fun with the padawans in the next room over.  Using just a tiny bit of his force energy, enough to be dismissed as just a natural part of the planet's connection to the force, he reached out and gave each padawan a small poke in the brain, a little neurological pulse that would cause their brains to flood themselves with dopamine, the neuro chemical that governed physical attraction.  And since they were the only ones in the room... there weren't many possible targets for their newfound emotions.
 
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Alderaan


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"Thanks..." Avutka said, a darker green rising in her cheeks. She really didn't feel it was all that special that she could heal a little, though the excitement of talking with her new friend rapidly helped her past her bashfulness. "She did! Master Itak says the Force flows through all living things, and she's been teaching me how to see it and sense it, to detect its flows and when things have been bent awry from their natural course. Even how to help repair it when its damaged, only I find that being able to do that now means I feel a need to do so when I can. Otherwise I feel sick too." One of the downsides of a sensitivity to the living state of things; their illness can become her illness, at least until she learns how to turn the sensitivity off. "That's neat though - how to banish illusions? That sounds like it'd be super useful as a Peacekeeper, especially with all the dark-side users up to no good! What's that thing Master A'Pau always says? 'The darkness burns away under the light of truth'?" Something like that anyway; the Cerean had a knack for a grand turn of phrase that often set the younglings to giggling behind their hands.


The Mirialan girl listened with dreadful fascination to the description of the Sith Lord Atali had met, and when she began to look sheepish, Avutka nudged her shoulder encouragingly. "Well yeah, but you'll have the measure of him if you meet him again. You'll know his tricks, and you'll be able to see through his lies. And if he doesn't know you can see through them..." She wiggled her fine dark brows emphatically, then looked up as her Master gave her instructions and watched her sweep from the room.


"...oh," she said finally. So that was what it felt like. 


She stared at the open doorway for a prolonged moment until a passing medical team bringing in another wounded brought her back to reality and she clambered up onto the bed beside the human girl. "Well. It looks like we're going to be here for a while then. Does your Master do this often?" She was a slight figure and didn't take up that much room; turning toward her and coming up on one elbow to watch her reply. Avutka paused then, her eyes widening as she felt... something. She'd been talking to Atali for a few minutes now. How had she not noticed how lovely her dark hair was against her pale skin? Her fingertips itched to stroke casually along its length, while her gaze was drawn deep into Atali's wide blue eyes... she leaned subtly closer in to her new friend, her left hand sliding down her robed side to draw up her thighs. As her hand passed the comlink on her belt, the smallest finger brushed against the tiny button on its underside, sending out a wordless alert and tracking signal to her Master's own device. 


This was wrong.


Still, without knowing where the feeling was coming from she didn't try and fight against it. Whether she could resist a Sith Lord's suggestion or not, just trying was certain to give away her awareness. And the desire flooding through her did feel so good. Her eyes drinking in Atali's features, she swallowed hard - throat suddenly dry.
 
Alderaan


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Atali blushed and looked away from her fellow padawan.  For some reason she couldn't help but feel something... different about her.  Something about the way the diamond tattoos complimented her features, the pale green skin, short, slightly messy hair.  What was this feeling?  She bit her lip, feeling distinctly guilty.  This kind of new feeling was probably something forbidden, but part of that line of thinking made it all the more exciting.  Well, it wasn't as if Avutka would feel the same way, so no point in bringing it up, right?  No point in voicing her feelings.  ...Right?


"Y-Yeah... Um... Actually, I've been his padawan for... I don't know, two years now?  I've only been with him for a total of maybe four months?  Yeah...  The Council told him he needed to take me this time... so here I am.  Yeah, when I was actually out there he kinda pushed me aside."  As she chuckled, she couldn't help but realize how sweet Avutka's voice was.  She chanced a glance at the other padawan, noticing her own feelings mirrored.  Oh, this was so wrong.


"Do you feel what I'm feeling?"


---


Eryal was in a transport, moving speedily toward Rin's position.  Then her comlink beeped that specific code she never wanted to hear.  Her mouth went dry.  "Turn around.  We're going back."  Was it the Sith Lord or something else?  She couldn't chance taking Rin off the streets for anything but a sure deal.  The soldiers were confused but turned the transport around, not thinking to question the Jedi Master.
 
Alderaan


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Every hesitant, soft word Atali spoke fell on Avutka's ears like a warm kiss and she slowly blushed a deeper green as her friend brought up the increasingly charged atmosphere between them. She was braver than the Mirialan was, that was for sure; and she admired that about her too! She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and gnawed at it before finally nodding and confessing, "Yes... I've never felt like this before." Like she wanted to... her eyes dropped down to the other padawan's lips, then shot up again, gun-shy. "This is... wrong," she murmured, snuggling up against the line of Atali's body. But it felt so right! What in the galaxy could be wrong about stealing a moment of warmth and comfort, of soothing the other girl's hurts like this, with a gentle stroke of her palm across her burnt cheek?


She was trying to remember, but the dopamine wasn't making it easy - highlighting each of the other girl's lovely features and making them impossible to ignore.
 
Alderaan 


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Nah-Iblen couldn't smirk because of the surgical machine, but if he could've he would've.  Either way he gave the grill a little reward as he poked their brains again, just as softly and difficult to detect.  This time he triggered the release of vasopressin, the brain's chemical reward for intimacy.  Now that the chemicals were being produced, their brains would keep producing them independantly, and at higher levels as they became more and more intimate.


 


Now all he had to do was watch the metaphorical and chemical fireworks.  Once their brains had produced enough of the chemicals, it would trigger a reaction between the two that would leave them both with a powerful emotional attachment to each other.  An emotional attachment more commonly known as "falling in love".  Not a typical way of corrupting young padawans, but extremely effective. 
 
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Alderaan


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Atali let out a soft gasp as Avutka moved closer, snuggling.  "We shouldn't be doing this," she agreed, but it was hardly a protest as she drew closer.  And that was when she noticed the shape of the Mirialan's lips.  So perfect, soft.  Oh how she wanted to put her lips against them...  "I haven't had this before, either."  But she couldn't help it.  The dopamine and vasopressin were inhibiting her rational thought.  "We shouldn't be doing this," she repeated in a murmur.  She was drawing closer, tilting her her head a bit, her lips so close to Avutka's.  Should she be doing this?  It wasn't right.  But... it felt right.  Maybe the Masters were wrong...


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"Can't you go any faster?" Eryal asked.  The normally calm healer was now close enough to feel what her padawan was going through.  But, no, of course they couldn't go faster.  She didn't dare call her apprentice, just in case Avutka was in a situation in which she needed to be silent.
 
Alderaan


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For a split second a tiny voice in the back of Avutka's head was shouting at her to stop, to resist, and with the alarm her heartbeat ticked upwards. But only for a moment, and her heartbeat was already racing so she scarcely noticed. Avutka's tutelage hadn't been as strict on the point of emotions as her friend's, but the one point Master Itak had emphasized again and again was not to let your emotions control you. But how could anyone stand against something like this? "We shouldn't..." she echoed, agreed. Her eyes clung to Atali's, filled with mingled fear and desire. How had someone she'd only just met today rapidly become so very important to her? Vital to her? It seemed impossible, yet she knew in her heart that it was all going to be fine. All she had to do was to... give in. Let the emotion flow through her, let herself we swept that last tiny gulf between her lips and the ones that breathed so warmly upon them. "Atali?" she asked, then with a plaintive sound leaned in to press her lips firmly against the other padawan's. This felt... incredible. Why had she been afraid? It had to be ok. Master Itak would understand. 
 
Alderaan


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Atali closed her eyes as she felt Avutka's lips touch hers, letting out just a little bit of a moan.  Her arms gently wound around the padawan's form, shifting to lay down, pulling Avutka with her.  Now the Mirialan was atop her.  Their lips were still pressed together, at least until Atali broke the kiss, panting slightly.  "Avutka," she breathed.  Of course there was nothing wrong with this.  She initiated the next kiss, a little more passionate this time, letting her instincts and feelings guide her movements.  This was the best she'd felt in her life.


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Finally, the transport landed and Eryal sprinted from it, into the building.  This time she didn't have an agent guiding her, but she vaguely remembered her way.  "Search this building!"  The soldiers saluted and set to work.  Of course, they didn't know what, exactly, to look for.  The Jedi Master sped toward her padawan's signal, hoping there was someone left to find.
 
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Nah-Iblen grinned as the surgery was done, looking into a mirror.  Not a single scratch on his face, perfect.  Ironic that his own real face, which no one on this planet could've seen, would make the perfect disguise.  And it seemed like the padawans were having fun together, so now he just had to put on his uniform, and he could walk right out of here.


 


But... first he'd see how far the two went.  By sensing their emotions from in here.  By now, both of their brains were practically swimming in dopamine and vasopressin, and he didn't have to do a thing to encourage it.  He idly wondered if they'd get to second base before the Jedi reached their room.
 
Alderaan


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Avutka let out a sigh of protest when Atali broke their kiss, then slid her hands down to cup the older girl's shoulders when she returned the kiss with growing passion. This had all happened so suddenly, she'd never dreamed that this would be a part of her, but Atali had come into her life like a bolt of lightning from the clear blue sky. She ran her fingers through the human's hair, trailing them lightly down over her cheek as she kissed her then lifted her head to smile warmly down at her. "Atali..." she sighed softly - then froze, her eyes widening. She couldn't feel it before now, but through the fog of dopamine and vasopressin she could sense a familiar presence in the force. A strong presence, and one even now approaching down the corridor outside.


Master Itak.


From somewhere the young Mirialan found the strength of will to tear herself away and tumble onto the floor between her new friend and the doorway, even as her body cried out to get as close to the other padawan as she could in every imaginable way. She looked to the doorway, and the instant Eryal's face appeared she spoke, her voice a half-whimper of tortured frustration. "Master... he's here, the Sith... he's in our heads!" She couldn't prove it, but she knew it, she just knew it.


Otherwise that meant...
 
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(Prologue: This is not a canon ability, but very little canon exists about Nautolans or Nautolan Force users so I'm fleshing out their connection to the force based on their amphibious evolution.)


After growing impatient with waiting on Master Itak, Rin decided to utilize his Force ability without her help. Instead he sat in the lobby of an Alderaan Public library. Around him were fifteen men in thick armored suits. They carried cortosis fiber vibroblades, these were Republic military special forces, all of them were to defend Master Chicri while he meditated, it was a vital step in locating Nah-Iblen. The technique he was about to try required a level of focus that disconnected the jedi from present reality, it would be as if his consciousness was 'uploaded' into the Force. Many Force users could achieve a similar connection to the force, this alone would not help him to locate Nah-Iblen. The last time he visited Glee Anslem he learned of a Nautolan-specific ability that was perfect for the purpose he was using it. Translated from the Nautolan tongue, the technique is literally, "Force Ocean."


Rin sat in the center of a great rug, which was underneath the sky light of the library, which was also directly in the center of the building. He was cross legged and his hands rested on his knees, his eyes were closed. He mediated for several minutes, clearing his mind entirely and thinking nothing, becoming nothing. Suddenly he envisioned himself sitting in a massive river. Around him, the Force flowed like water. At first. all he could feel was the Force directly affecting him, it was cool and gentle, he could feel the water moving just before him and just after him in the stream. He expanded his perspective, and then he could feel the things upstream from him. The people that the force had already touched, he could feel the thoughts and emotions of the guards in front of him, which were carried to him through their streams of consciousness that fed into the Force. These, in turn, washed around him like sediment carried by the river.


A river would have water flowing in one direction only, which was not representative of the Force, so instead Master Chicri visualized the Force as a great ocean enveloping the entire planet. Beneath the ocean waves there would be miniature streams of current flowing in various directions. Because all of the streams randomly changed and were affected by all of the beings within the ocean, it came to be in his mind that all of the streams would at one point lead to him, in the center of the great rug in the center of the library, in the center of himself. When he considered this, and focused all of his energy on it, he experienced ego death, or the loss of self. Master Chicri was no longer Master Chicri, but instead he was the Ocean, he was a part of it, but also its whole. He was everything and nothing. Wherever on the planet he focused, he could feel the flow of the Force. Outside in the streets soldiers complained about the search, inside homes children shivered in their parents' arms. Miles away animals lived totally separate lives deep within the forests and on the plains of Alderaan. All was connected, and all could be felt.


What Master Chicri was looking for would appear, at first, to simply not be there. But he knew better than that. What he was looking for was still in the Ocean, Nah Iblen was a fish swimming along with al the rest, hoping that the Force would be kind to him and provide him sanctuary from his predators. He could hide within the Force, but he could not disconnect himself from it, to do so would mean death, for the Force was life. Because the fish had not disappeared, that meant it was still inside of the Force, which meant the water of the Ocean was still touching it, moving around it, and not through it. Nah Iblen could not make the Force move through him as if he wasn't there, to do so would be to remove matter where there was matter, which was not possible. The Nautolan searched for a gap in the Ocean current, a tiny, fish sized gap in an entire Ocean of life and consciousness. The currents of life flowed past him in every direction, he became a tempest of the collective consciousnesses of the denizens of Alderaan. Their thoughts, emotions, fears, hopes, dreams, everything that was essentially them was revealed by the Force as it flowed around them and carried their essence with it. His mind followed the Ocean currents to every corner of the planet, he felt as the water parted around beings and picked up their essence, in turn altering the Force as a whole, which altered the lives of everyone else the Force touched.


Eventually, his mind followed the Force to an anomaly. The ocean current was parting around something, but it could not be seen. It was as if there was an invisible object in the path of the current, the water moved around it and the Jedi focused intently. There. The Force carried with it an essence around the invisible object. So there was something there, and whatever it was, it was masking itself from the Force, but it was not removed. The Nautolan's mind dove beneath the waves, it was a s if he was free falling from an aeroplane, the ground got closer and closer by the second. The tiny dots and lines on the planet below became buildings and roads as he fell. Eventually he found himself in a hospital. It was the same hospital that the being once called Rin Chicri's padawan was staying at. But why had the Force taken him here? His mind drifted through the hall lazily like a boy in a dream. There was an empty room to its right, it investigated curiously. His mind felt the waters of the Force parting here, he saw the gap, the space where there was no water and it rapidly materialized into a man looking in the mirror. In seconds the metaphorical and metaphysical world generated by Master Chicri's mind collapsed in on itself it was as if the camera that was zoomed all the way out to the planetary perspective suddenly zoomed in on The Jedi in the library so quickly that everything blurred together. Rin gasped desperately, falling to his side. His chest shuddered and he shook, he was trying to breath, but something was wrong. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't force oxygen into his body. It just wasn't filtering in correctly, it was as if he... forgot how to breathe on land. The realization kicked his lungs into action and he inhaled deeply. Wonderful, life-giving gulps of oxygen filled his body and he was again able to survive on land. Soldiers looked on, confused, none of them could ever hope to conceptualize what Master Chicri had just experienced.


'That level of metaphysical disconnection from the self and the universe... I need to practice on a smaller scale before I attempt something like that again. I'm lucky my mind even returned to my body. I forgot how to use my lungs, next time I might forget who I am altogether. But now I know...Iblen.. he's in the hospital!'


The Peacekeeper jumped to his feet, he was desperation personified. "You men, with me, I have located Nah-Iblen, he's in the hospital with my Padawan, we have no time!" They obeyed without question and as quickly as they could, all of them boarded a cruiser with Master Chicri. There was a fleet of Republic cruisers and troop transports behind them. Master Chicri sat alone in an open air troop transport, a holo-transmitter in his hand. He activated it and the device chirped rhythmically as it attempted to make contact with its counter part, which was in the possession of his Padawan.


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It was like a dream... the most involved, best dream she ever had.  Her smile was warm, happy.  Affection felt good, so good.  It was only when she felt another powerful Force presence approaching and Avutka froze that she started to come out of her haze.  As her new friend fell off of her Atali fought with herself to keep from following.  Her body yearned contact with the other padawan and she groaned, sitting up, thinking about going after the small Mirialan.  But then Avutka's master entered.


"Avutka?" Eryal called, rushing into the room.  Looking between the two, she could sense what was going on and quickly took hold of Avutka's hand, glaring at Atali.  "Let's get you out of here.  The Sith?"  She'd never known her padawan to lie, but it was just as likely that the girls had a forbidden chemistry.  Quickly, she led her padawan out of the room, down the hall, and into another room.  "You need to stay in here.  Barricade the door and do not let anyone in unless it's me.  Do you understand?"  She was very concerned for the girl.


Atali felt cold as she experienced the Mirialan's glare.  Looking down, pointedly, she tried to quiet the feelings she had and the new ones, guilt, sadness, fear, that welled in her chest.  By that look she knew Avutka's master believed her to be the problem.  Master Itak would likely tell her master as much.  Then she'd be kicked out of the Jedi order.  Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to fall.  She wiped at them, praying they wouldn't make today worse.  Should she leave now?  Save her master the trouble?  No, she'd be treated worse if she left.  Might as well await her fate where he'd find her.
 
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Nah-Iblen had to bite back his laughter as Eryal stormed in and lead her padawan away, leaving Atali sitting on the bed, moments away from crying.  No... there was one last thing to do.


 


Once Eryal was out of sight, Nah-Iblen put on his uniform and walked past the room, "noticing" the young padawan in her distress.  He frowned sadly at her.


 


"Damn... sorry about that, I didn't know she was going to do that... it's just... we all thought you two were in danger."


 


He walked a bit further into the room and crouched in front of Atali so that he was at eye-level with her.  He gave her a comforting smile.


 


"Hey...  I don't know what they teach people in Jedi school, but my mother always taught me to follow my heart.  And you know What?  I'm happy because of it."


 


He reached into the pocket of his uniform, pulling out a picture the soldier had been carrying when he killed them.  He showed her the picture, in which a young woman smiled at the camera while holding a small baby, another child of about 3 or 4 standing next to the woman and also smiling.


 


"I have a wife, and two beautiful children that I wouldn't trade for the universe."


 


He comfortingly patted her on the shoulder as he stood, turning to leave.


 


"Maybe it's not my place to say but... can that really be so bad?"


 


Then he turned and walked out of the room, not truely smiling until he was sure that no one would see.
 
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The padawan was confused when the soldier entered.  She sniffed and wiped her eyes as the tears started to fall.  The attempted comfort only made her feel worse and, after the soldier left, she did everything she could to keep from sobbing.  She knew her feelings would be frowned upon by any Jedi she confessed them to.  Did this mean she didn't deserve to be a Jedi?  She wouldn't go to the Dark Side if she could help it.  Those people were, without a doubt, evil.  So if she couldn't be a Jedi but she wouldn't be a Sith did that mean she would just have to... leave?  Stop practicing the Force?


The tears fell quickly, hot down her cheeks.  This was the first time she'd actually cried in years.  Atali hoped the soldier wasn't still nearby.  He seemed so nice and she didn't want him to feel responsible for this.  She'd have to straighten up before Master Chicri arrived, though, as she assumed the hospital staff had called both of their masters.  If Master Chicri was going to kick her out she should at least meet her fate with some dignity.  But she couldn't stop crying.  Her feelings for Avutka weren't going away and all the grief and fall out from knowing how wrong she was told her that she didn't deserve to be a padawan.  The girl began to sob.
 
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