Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Korriban 


@folclor


A somewhat flustered Imperial messanger walked into Kaen's office, looking at the same time both confused and afraid.  In truth, he was both, confused by the news he needed to deliver, and afraid of how Kaen would react.


"Um...  Lady Kaen, I have a message for you.  It's um... there has been some trouble regarding the urchin you brought to the Academy earlier today.  We have put him in a Kolto tank to heal his injured leg.  We had to sedate him to prevent him from damaging the tank and himself, b-but that is not the trouble.  T-The trouble is, we took a DNA sample from him and tried to enter him into our databases.  But um... we can't."


The messanger paused to catch his breath, praying silently that Kaen wouldn't kill him.
 
Alderaan


@folclor @Constantin


For a moment wild thoughts of defying Eryal as well danced through Avutka's mind, of somehow staying here with Atali and teaching themselves a new way of love and light. She lifted her palm to cover the human's on her shoulder, clasping it there. Then she let her hand slide away with a loving caress. "...yes Master," she sighed, daunted though undefeated. Her shoulders slumped as she walked across the room under the eyes of the trio of Jedi, paused and threw a look back over her shoulder of wordless longing. That was replaced by the time she turned back to Master Chicri with an expression of smoldering defiance. "Don't hurt her," she warned. "You're supposed to be her teacher, the Jedi Council chose you as her teacher, so teach. Don't hurt, or you're just a bully in a robe." With that... piece of padawanly advice, she at last returned to her Master's side and followed her when she left the room.


She was soooooo in for it.


But she wouldn't pretend she was sorry. Avutka was many things, but dishonesty wasn't in her nature.
 
Korriban


@TommyGun15


"So?  Talk to someone who cares.  That sounds like a tech issue, not something I should deal with."  And, in fact, she was quite busy with matters that directly impacted her powerbase.  Reports from agents, acolytes vying for her attention.  Honestly, she really didn't care that there was a problem with the urchin's blood.


Alderaan


@Greenbriar @Constantin @HK Fifty


Eryal shook her head and led her padawan away.  As she passed Alashar, she tapped the Shadow on the shoulder.  "I'm going to need your help on this one."  She led Avutka and Alashar into another exam room and shut the door.  "Explain to me why you think you have the authority to attempt to lecture a Jedi Peacekeeper and why you think it's okay to become romantically involved with anyone, let alone another padawan."


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Atali, now left alone with her master, felt her fear returning.  She couldn't meet his gaze.
 
Korriban 


@folclor


The messenger made a small eep sound as Kaen snapped at him.  He backed up a bit before speaking up again.


"But that's just it Lady Kaen, it's not a tech issue.  We've called in repair droids to fix the computers multiple times, and we keep having the same problem.  The computer keeps refusing to add the boy, because he's already in the system.  Or, he was.  We were able to find the boy's name, but everything else is locked, and it looks like only the school headmaster has the authority to view it.  There were four other files connected to the boy’s as well, all female Zabrak like the boy and all locked."


The messenger sent the files to Kaen's datapad.  If she looked at the pictures, Kaen might've recognized the oldest female as Darth Sukeo, an instructor at the Academy who had mysteriously vanished prior to a falling out with Manara about five years ago.
 
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Alderaan


@folclor @HK Fifty


"Authority?" Avutka was intimidated, and without Atali to bolster her strength and confidence she was hunched in to look even smaller than she had been. Still, she wouldn't back down as long as she was sure she was right; Eryal had taught her better than that. "'Right and wrong do not recognize rank and title'. You told me that Master, before you met with the Tidelords of Casparar." The Tidelords had been keeping their native workers to a subsistence level while they profited from the slime of their backs; after a stern lecture and an implied threat from Eryal they'd vowed to seek a more equitable way. That brought up a memory of her Master's stern face when she lectured the Tidelords - the same face she was showing down - and her young heart quailed within Avutka... yet she kept bravely soldiering on. "I don't pretend to the same wisdom or experience as the Council or the Masters, but if I see something I know to be wrong - that the Force tells me is wrong, would you have me shrink back from speaking out to another member of the Jedi Order just because he's not a padawan? Atali was afraid, Master. That's not right, is it?" There was a note of hurt in her voice as well now. By everything she'd learnt, she thought she was doing exactly as the Force willed and trusting her Master to see her side of things. As for romantic involvement... yes. She kept her chin up, but shrank back (particularly from the unfamiliar Miraluka) as a few grains of certainty eroded from beneath her feet. "It seemed wrong to me as well, at first. I remember what you said, and that these ties are to be avoided... but you've always taught me to trust the Force and to see its path for me in glimpses through meditation. It showed us together, and Atali coming to me - and when I lifted from the glowing mists and opening my eyes, she came. See? It was a true vision, not just a day dream."
 
Alderaan


Rin was a statue for several moments after Master Itak and her padawan had vacated the room. His eyes did not fall on Atali during that time. He could not bring himself to look at her. Instead he pulled up a chair, as he had before, and sat in it. He slouched forward and rested his chin on his folded hands. Educating people was not his specialty, he knew plenty of things that would be useful and pertinent for his padawan to know. He didn't know how to make someone understand when they refused to, choosing to be ignorant typically disqualified people from being worth his time. Now it was different, now he was forced to educate her, whether either of them wanted that or not. It appeared at several times like he might say something, but each time he let out a sigh through his nostrils and resumed his pensive position.


He certainly needed time before he could objectively lecture Atali, his emotions were raging inside of him at the moment, it took a great deal of concentration to recognize that and choose to remain silent. Still he could not look at her, instead his chair was aimed several degrees to her right, aimed at the corner of the room. The door behind them closed of its own accord, it was his doing of course. He knew she would need understanding from him, in addition to his wisdom, but understanding he could not provide today.


The amphibian Jedi turned the chair to face Atali, finally gracing her with his sight. she looked an absolute mess. Today had been full of crying, confusion, frustration, and disappointment for her, he recognized that. There was a simple question that needed to be answered for the immediate future, that much he had a consensus on. 


"Is... is it going to be worth my time to describe to you why what you were doing is wrong? Or shall you be obstinate and assume that what you think you know is superior to my experience and wisdom? I will not say that the Master is always right, but what I will say is that a Padawan-Master relationship is founded upon the idea that the Padawan is ignorant of the ways of the Jedi, and that the Master knows them very well. The Padawan is to submit to the Master on this basis, and this basis alone. Ignorance is to submit to wisdom, where I know you listen and obey, if you cannot agree to this fact, then you cannot, by definition, continue to be my Padawan. So I will ask again, is it worth my time to describe to you why what you were doing is wrong, or are you not currently in a state that you can accept my words?" Again, it would be clear to Atali that Rin's characteristic passion and assertiveness were absent. Instead, an almost saddening undertone of surrender.


Rin made his point as concisely as he could. It had become clear to him that Atali struggled with the basic concepts of their relationship. Without that understanding, neither of them could profit from further endeavors.


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Korriban


@TommyGun15


"Oh?  Hmm.  So he's a known quantity.  Very well.  Take it to the headmaster.  I am not he.  And never call me Lady again.  A less patient Sith might have your head for that."  Her manner was bored.  "Now you'll go to the headmaster, like a good little lackey, and I'll get back to work."


Alderaan


@Greenbriar @HK Fifty @Constantin


"While you're not wrong in the idea of standing up for what you think or know is right, you're wrong in this case."  Eryal crossed her arms.  "Have I ever lied to you, Avutka?  Then I'm not lying to you now when I tell you that your emotions can influence the visions you have.  Your emotions, if unchecked, will rule you.  That is not the Jedi way."  The master did not approve of her padawan's statements about romance, but she needed Avutka to be on her side on the first bit, first.


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Atali flinched when he finally began to speak.  In the time between she sat, dejected and terrified, upon the floor.  Every time it looked as if he would speak she flinched as well.  Perhaps she, too, believed she would be hurt.  She listened as he spoke, still not able to look up at him.  When he finished she took a deep breath.  "I... I want to learn, Master," she whispered.  "I know you told me to stay away...  I meditated like you said but I felt called to her, so I came and... I don't know.  I've never felt this way before.  B-But I want to learn.  I will listen.  I know you have more wisdom than I do."
 
Alderaan


Rin would've raised an eyebrow at Atali if he had the energy to do so, or if he had eyebrows. Perhaps his wayward student did have a desire in her to grow. A willfulness and desire to learn were the first steps to becoming a Jedi, after all. His tone became slightly more conversational. He almost never expected to get this far.


"Very well, can we also agree then, that wisdom is ideal. Or in other words, wisdom is always good and never bad?" He would probe her mind now with the beginnings of a philosophic dialogue. Now wasn't the time to explore complex ideas and forms through conversation, but it never hurt to get her thinking like a philosopher, for every Jedi was also a philosopher. A warrior-poet.


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Alderaan


@Constantin


That was an odd question.  She thought he was going to launch into a lecture.  This unsettled her slightly, but she wasn't so afraid anymore.  She no longer believed he was going to hit her.  "R-Right.  Wisdom isn't bad."  Ignorance wouldn't be tolerated and she was aware that if she hadn't agreed to listen to him she would likely have been thrown out.  Atali chanced a glance up at him now.  He didn't look as terrifying as he had before.
 
Alderaan


"So if we agree that wisdom is always good and never bad, then it can also be said that the Jedi should always do what is wise, because a Jedi must always be good. Wisdom, Truth, Justice, these are all things the Jedi must know and that they must try to be like. Because of this, we should be able to agree that everything I teach you will be to benefit you, to help you grow, and never to hurt you. Regardless of how you feel about it, because everything I teach you will help you to be more wise, just, and honest. More like a Jedi." He gestured with his hands more than before, his passionate objectivity seemed to glow faintly within him. For a moment it was as if he had forgotten about walked he just walked into.


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Alderaan


@Constantin


Atali swallowed, but nodded.  "Yes, Master."  She hesitated.  "I have a question, though.  When I was at the temple they always said to trust your feelings... but we aren't supposed to be emotional.  So... which is it?  I'm sorry if that's a stupid question, it's just always confused me.  Because allowing emotions to overcome and rule us is the way of the Sith, that's the way of the Dark Side...  But the teachers often told us to trust our feelings.  So how do I trust my feelings without being overcome by them?"
 
Alderaan


@folclor @HK Fifty


"I..." More certainty drained from Avutka's voice. She wanted to deny it, wanted to stick to what she felt she knew deep in her heart. But while she her body and heart yearned for Atali and would hear nothing else, she was more than that or she would never have been chosen to be a Jedi.  And even her chemical-fogged mind recognized that Eryal had never lied to her in the past. So what was more likely? That she would suddenly choose now to lie, or that she was being ruled by her emotions and blind to all else? Her face fell and her shoulders hunched, doubt in her voice. "You mean... what I thought I knew, the Force, it lied to me?"


She dwelt on that thought for a moment, then sank to the floor with her legs crossed.


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Korriban


Alone in the depths of the tunnels, Makri Ona meditated and dwelt on the dark source of her power. The dark side was like a mighty ocean pressing against an immense dyke at the back of her mind. In her slavery she had only a narrow crack in the wall, and only in moments of greatest need and greatest desperation had she been able to force it wide enough for the black waters to spurt through. When she had been thrown away and left for dead, she had actually reached through the gap and gave part of her self to the ocean; that living connection had helped to force the tear open further, but the amount she could channel was still scarcely a fraction of its full incomprehensible power. That had made her a weapon - a talented weapon, but still no more than a tool in the hand of a skilled master. That was fine so long as she was polished and developed as a weapon, she learned her lessons and repaid them with her unquestioning loyalty. But that was no longer enough for her.


Was it a lingering, growing dissatisfaction with mission after mission in the last few years? A sense that Darth Trakus no longer truly cared whether she lived or died, so long as she served his purpose? Was it the glimpse of the bloodthirsty young Sithling who had reached out to her sense of family? Or the implication that her Master was more interested in her blood and what she might do for his alchemical researches than anything Makri could do for him? Maybe it was even the indiscriminate slaughter by the sorcerous beasts on the Alderaanian citizens? That had struck a chord with her and her past ties to the arena. Whatever the reason, she was done with being a tool just waiting to be broken or discarded, and as her mind stilled she drank from the underground spring. When her eyes came open once more, they glowed a faint yellow and she managed to make out the control console resting on her arm, and Puppy dangling above her by one paw. He seemed in poor shape; awake, but the gentle dripping on her face was blood from his wounds. 


Reaching out, she wrenched the broken console to one side with the Force and lifted herself to her feet, recovered her sabers and sliced Puppy free. He yelped with fear, but he truly did look happier with his foreleg back to a good length. He was limping a little now, but that was mostly just because his other leg was too long. He'd get used to it, or she would help even him out later. He struggled a little to catch up as she cut her way out of the ship, and the sound of rustling built with the metal no longer in her way. She froze, finally recognizing the sound. She'd known she was coming somewhere close to here - she had to be. She'd decided that the only way to build upon her nature was to return to the place where she was reborn, the shadowy corridors of the Shyrack Caverns. It's just that she hadn't entirely focused on what that would mean, not until this moment.


The Shyracks emerged from the shadows in their dozens, leathery wings bearing them closer to the scent of blood that drew them. The Sith girl froze, shaking as they drew closer and closer. Puppy barked at her, barked at the Shyracks, batted at her with his poor extra-long foreleg and ultimately cowered behind her as the scavengers drew closer to their pray. Makri screamed, thrusting out both hands and channeling an endless wave of coruscating lightning that filled the corridor from side to side. Still howling, she stalked down the corridor with her Puppy by her side, and not a shyrack could come near her without bursting into flame or being flayed by lightning. The glowing corona lasted until she found the goal her senses told her she was here for; a pair of ancient engraved stone doors with a glowing pattern inlaid on the doors. They opened as she approached, and she passed inside without a glance around the chamber.


Puppy was left outside, for safekeeping.
 
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Alderaan


@Constantin


Atali swallowed, but nodded.  "Yes, Master."  She hesitated.  "I have a question, though.  When I was at the temple they always said to trust your feelings... but we aren't supposed to be emotional.  So... which is it?  I'm sorry if that's a stupid question, it's just always confused me.  Because allowing emotions to overcome and rule us is the way of the Sith, that's the way of the Dark Side...  But the teachers often told us to trust our feelings.  So how do I trust my feelings without being overcome by them?"
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Alderaan


The ghost of a smile formed on Rin's face.


"It is not a stupid question, it is a rather good question. Questioning is how we gain knowledge, how we notice things that are obscure and out of place. On the whole, you should ask me whatever question you might have, provided that it is the appropriate time. As to your particular question, you are mistaking intuition for emotion. Just because you feel something, that doesn't mean it necessarily causes an emotional reaction. For example, have you ever felt when someone was looking at you from behind, or have you ever had a premonition that something would happen just moments before it actually did? These are examples of intuition, or "gut instincts," they are things that have an origin from a more primitive part of our brains that might have more insight to certain situations that even our evolved brains do not. Emotion is different, emotion is one's state of mind as it pertains to a particular stimulation, chemicals in our brain that trigger when specific neurons are fired in a specific pattern."


In his own way, Rin seemed excited to share his knowledge with someone who had less.


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Alderaan


@Greenbriar @HK Fifty @Constantin


"The Force doesn't lie, no," Eryal stated.  "It showed you a possibility.  You have many possible roads, many choices."  The Mirialan sighed and went to sit across from her padawan.  "Avutka, you were manipulated by a Sith Lord.  You said so yourself.  You were cognoscente enough to send a call to me when it started."  She would have to skirt this topic carefully.  "He's no longer here.  You aren't being manipulated any longer and yet you still hold onto this belief that you care for Master Chicri's padawan in a way that is completely against the Jedi Code.  Why?  What is it that leads you to that conclusion?  Since he's no longer here, it should be simple for you to shake his spell."


A horrible thought entered the Jedi's mind.  What if it wasn't a spell?  What if her padawan honestly was in love with the other?  If so what she was doing here could lead the girl to the Dark Side.  However, she had to take that chance.  She had to try to save Avutka.


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"Then..."  Atali didn't finish her sentence, thinking on what he said.  It was instinct for her to kiss Avutka, to touch her, to hold her.  That was all instinct.  If she thought it out she had no idea how to actually do it.  That was all intuition.  If she trusted her feelings, not her emotions, they led her straight back to Avutka!  The padawan brightened.  "Yes, Master, I know exactly what you're talking about now!  So we trust our intuition over emotion!"  And her intuition led her back to her love.  That's where the Force was leading her, she knew it!
 
Alderaan


Rin considered his Padawan, his lips twisted. "Whether or not you do see will become apparent in the future, that much is certain... Now..."


Reminded of the direct disobedience and gross misconduct he had just walked into, the Nautolan became disillusioned again, his posture drooped slightly. "Let us discuss why you chose to disobey me, and in doing so you breached one of the sacred tenants of the Jedi Code. Since we have now established that I have more wisdom than you and that I only make decisions regarding you that benefit your growth and well being."


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Alderaan


@Constantin


Atali's grin faded.  "I meditated, like you told me.  When I cleared my mind and sank into meditation I saw Avutka running toward me.  I held my arms wide and she came to me.  I held her and there was nothing but light and warmth.  It was a vision... So I followed it and we hugged and we started talking and... and we decided it wasn't a trick.  We talked about what we would do... she suggested running away but we decided that it would be best for us to stay, to learn and grow.  I didn't mean to let it get that far but... it was like my body knew what to do.  And then you and Master Itak walked in..."
 
Ord Mantell


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


HK-50-01 was extremely pleased to hear the highly praising compliment. 'My information is worth more to him than Imperial Intelligence's? Only.. only Why'nn has ever considered me worth so much! Oh , this is wonderful , so wonderful..' Almost as a reflex , he executed one of his typically over-gracious bows - bows that almost seemed to be curtsies , his back staying straight while his legs folded underneath him and his neck pivoted downwards. His former Mistress , Darth Manara , had always said it made him appear too feminine. Which was only naturally another reason she found to torture him. If he weren't so mirthful , that thought would've immediately came to mind and brought his metallic frame to shuddering. 


The very gleeful class-four droid didn't put meaningful thought to the question's purpose , eagerly evaluating the hologram's location as it pertained to the question. He kept just enough of his attention span focused outwards to be relieved by hearing that Ord Mantell wasn't their final destination , however. "Eager Answer/Query : For that location , sir? If they aren't killed by roving groups of mercenaries or others of their type , they'll be caught in crossfire from one of the skirmishes that happen to be very prevalent in these areas. Even if they do survive that , without weapons or credits they'll be unable to acquire supplies for survival - and the people of this planet aren't known for their generosity , as I'm sure you know , Sir. That's assuming they don't have the force , in which case they likely will survive. I'm glad to hear that we aren't choosing to stay here , sir , but if you'll pardon me.. where is our final destination , Sir?" Normally the highly submissive droid wouldn't have asked , but as it tended to be when he wasn't trembling , he didn't exactly think of consequences for 'speaking out of turn' (as Manara had termed it). 


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Hyperspace


@shadowstrikr25


HK-50-09 couldn't resist uttering his harshly mechanical laugh at the mockery of the Jedi Code. For once , he didn't note the obvious error of 'only' instead of 'there is only' - though it's just as likely he didn't care enough about the Jedi Code to note the error. The altogether true statements about the Jedi themselves brought a derisive snort , killing the roiling laugh perhaps a bit before it was finished. 'And that's just like that fripping 'gray' Jedi too! 'Oh no , you can't kill the Sith Lord. That's just evil!' 'Oh no , you can't kill the fool peacekeeper , that's just evil!' Blasted hypocrite , pretending he isn't a Jedi and acting just like them.. He'll share their fripping fate , too!' 


The Assassination Droid's photoreceptors shifted to a bright Crimson soon after he was dare called slow , the one remaining heavy pistol nearly flying out of its holster and into a spin simultaneously. The metallic fury of his words followed nearly the millisecond after the statement was over. "Indignarion/Informational : Oh , I'm slow? If you weren't so fripping cryptic like some sort of blasted Jedi , I wouldn't have needed to think of it in the first place. And why would you expect me to keep track of all the miserably failed missions you go on , much less the planets they take place on? That's just you being a fripping Idiotic Fleshsack again! Oh , you really think you're going to be able to get rid of me NOW? I'm going to that blasted ice ball and turning that Jedi-in-Denial fool into a coat of blood on my frame , not hiding on Nar Shaddaa among weak Fleshsacks like some Raxus-Forsaken pacificsic junkheap Assault Droid. Do you really , really think I won't be able to eviscerate him , you blasted fool?" The Droid's harsh , derisive mechanical laughter filled the intervening seconds - coincidentally , exactly 10 of them. "Of course I will! I doubt he'd know proper combat if I sat down and tried to instruct him like son foolish Fleshsack Jedi Battlemaster!" By then , the silver Assassin droid was pacing the deck , a faint clank , clank being heard from the cortosis-shod heels making contact with the durasteel underneath it. 
 
folclor said:
Alderaan


@Constantin


Atali's grin faded.  "I meditated, like you told me.  When I cleared my mind and sank into meditation I saw Avutka running toward me.  I held my arms wide and she came to me.  I held her and there was nothing but light and warmth.  It was a vision... So I followed it and we hugged and we started talking and... and we decided it wasn't a trick.  We talked about what we would do... she suggested running away but we decided that it would be best for us to stay, to learn and grow.  I didn't mean to let it get that far but... it was like my body knew what to do.  And then you and Master Itak walked in..."
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Alderaan


Rin resisted the urge to rub his temple with his index and middle fingers. It seemed she was misinterpreting the true nature of the Force and selectively using it to see what she wanted to see. He supposed it wasn't unheard of for someone young like her to do such a thing. He wondered how his Padawan would take the news.


"Atali... what you saw was not a vision, the Force didn't present you with anything, you used the Force to project your will to Avutka and she did the same to you. The Force is neutral, Atali, it can be used by Force Sensitives in whatever way they wish, so long as they have the connection to achieve it. Even Padawans, driven by strong emotion, could achieve simple projection of will. You never really cleared your mind, you instead allowed it to wander to your fabricated feelings for Avutka and she did the same for you." He wasn't sure if she was really grasping his words, he stood up from his seat and raised his index finger.


"Sit here and close your eyes, I will demonstrate." Rin then walked out into the hall and closed the door behind him. He side stepped so that there was a wall between he and Atali. The Jedi waited for his Padawan to get settled, then he closed his eyes and effortlessly projected his Force presence into Atali's mind. It would be just like with Avutka, he would appear in a hazy mist in her mind's eye. He stood there, beckoning her. His presence was extremely strong, it was as if he was actually taking residence in her thoughts. Suddenly his voice would appear in the room, as if he were still standing right there.


"You see, Atali, just because you see something in the Force, it does not mean the Force is showing you a vision. People can use the force to try to manipulate you, as Nah-Iblen has done with you and Avutka."


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Alderaan


@Greenbriar @HK Fifty @Constantin


Eryal, getting no response from her padawan beyond shocked and upset silence, sighed.  "Alashar, if you could leave me alone with my padawan I would very much appreciate it."  She led the young Mirialan over to one of the beds.  This would take quite a long time.


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Atali didn't like the idea that what she'd seen was an illusion, didn't believe it could be true.  Still, she did as her master commanded, sitting and closing her eyes.  She winced as Master Chicri appeared to her.  Her eyes flew open and she looked at the wall, her expression signaling that she was likely to cry.  "You don't know what I felt," she whispered.  "I did clear my mind.  I did focus on the Force."  But the more she tried to convince herself, the more she knew her master was likely correct.  Finally, she hung her head.  "I'm sorry, Master, I just don't know what to do.  She's at the center of my world.  I love her more than anything.  It hurts to be away from her.  I miss her touch, her scent...  If it's all a manipulation, how do...?"  She was about to ask 'How do I fix it?'  But she didn't want it fixed.
 
Ord Mantell / Hyperspace


@HK Fifty @folclor


Delrick caught movement out of the corner of his eye, when he looked at the assassin droid he was already standing. 'Must've bowed.'  The grey Jedi shrugged and listened at what 01 had to say regarding the area and chances for survival. 'Maybe I'll set a timer on the inhibitor, it should give him a chance anyways.' With a nod and few taps, the hologram disappeared and Delrick turned to face 01. "Once we're finished here and clear of this system I'll let you know where we're headed." He grinned and programmed the auto pilot to take the ship to an area close to coordinates he'd shown the class four droid. As it began its descent, he cloaked the ship so it would not appear on any scanner or to any observation posts. 


Patting the droid on the shoulder Delrick smiles and starts to exit the bridge. "Now might be a good time to get your weapons, we'll be dropping off a passenger, and he may not want to leave." The sentinel could feel anger and frustration emanating from the crew quarters were Connor was confined. 


Delrick entered the crew area while HK-50-01 gathered his weapons. "Connor this is where you get off my ship." He stood over the young man and with the flick of his hand, the restraints that had been keeping the young Sith apprentice confined fell away, except the neural inhibitors.  With his left hand held flat, the Force holding him completely still while the grey Jedi's other hand tapped a few buttons on the side of the devices such to his head. "I've just set a timer on those so they deactivate in a set time."


"YOU BASTARD! YOU COULDN'T FIGHT ME FAIRLY! YOU'RE TOO SCARED AND WEAK! I HATE YOU!" The young Sith tried to thrash about and attack the older man. But to no avail, his body would not respond, he mustered the only attack he could. Spit.  The salvia sailed through the air to snack wettly on Delrick's cheek. 


He closed his eyes and shook his head, letting out a sigh as the spittle moved down his cheek. "I was going to let you walk out here, but now you get thrown out." His voice didn't carry anger or malice, it was calm. The back of his right hand wiped the offending spit grin his face and the left lifted the Sith with the Force.  Connor tried to fight and struggle but the invisible strength of the Force held him in place as he floated through the air and followed the man who was Why'nn's father to the air lock. 


They passed 01,  the young Sith started hatred and pleading looks to the droid, unable to speak or move anything but his eyes. 


It wasn't long before the ship was hovering silently 10 metres above an empty patch of dirt. 


The airlock opened and the ramp lowered, light shown down on the barren ground. With no ceremony our grand speeches, Delrick motioned and the Sith flew through the air to land roughly in the soil. "This is your final test and trial. To pass means to live, failure.." Delrick let the rest of the sentence hand heavily. 


The young man coughed and tears formed in his eyes, both from the burning pain in his lungs as he tried to breathe and anger he felt welling up inside. "JUST KILL ME THEN! ARE YOU TO AFRAID? TOO MUCH OF A COWARD? ARE YOU WORRIED YOU'LL TURN TO DARK SIDE BECAUSE YOU'LL ENJOY IT!?" 


"No, I would feel nothing in killing you, but you should face a trial to determine your fate. The Force will be your judge." He looked up and saw the lights of fast moving speeders and swoops. He could not tell if they were the victors or losers of one of the skirmishes they had flown over. But they would be here soon. "May the Force be with you." Delrick stepped into the ship and the ramp raised and airlock sealed, hearing a bellow of rage just as it shut.


Below Connor yelled and screamed in frustration to overcome with anger to think clearly or look around he was too focused on the man who just threw him off a ship and away from any chances of finding Why'nn. 


The Tythian Shadow was back in orbit before too long.  The sensors would not record the violent and bloody end of the Sith apprentice, to consumed with anger to focus and use it as a weapon even after the inhibitors fell away. Soon it was a streak of light then nothing as the ship entered hyperspace. 
 
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@HK Fifty


Zerek listened to the mechanical machine made for perfect assassinations, a force to be feared the galaxy over for his sheer power and ability to murder, furiously defend himself like a toddler who was just accused of stealing cookies. Even better was that he was laughing and pacing around at the possibility that he could be beaten. 'Oh, pride cometh before the fall. And what a glorious fall it shall be. I should get video when it happens, just so I can remind him.' Still, there was opportunity for snark abound. Which he took, naturally. "Geez, is it your time of the month or something? I know I can't leave you and I know you're going to prove me wrong as you usually do. And 10 billion credits is not a failure. We've got another couple jumps to do before we get there, so relax. You'll have your chance later." If Delrick was losing, Zerek would step in, but if 09 was getting shit-stomped, he wouldn't stop that.


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Several minutes of screaming later, Ceth walked out of the tomb, only slightly worse for wear with a cut along his forearm. One of them had hidden a knife and managed to get him before he could react. Luckily, the cut wasn't very deep, not that he would have cared much anyways. He was close to getting excited, but they were all so boring and low ranking that the only noteworthy thing that happened was that the three of them attacked at the same time. He idly scratched at his neck as he began his trek back to the Academy, wanting to look for a somewhat decent fight.
 
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@Greenbriar @HK Fifty @Constantin


Eryal, getting no response from her padawan beyond shocked and upset silence, sighed.  "Alashar, if you could leave me alone with my padawan I would very much appreciate it."  She led the young Mirialan over to one of the beds.  This would take quite a long time.


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Atali didn't like the idea that what she'd seen was an illusion, didn't believe it could be true.  Still, she did as her master commanded, sitting and closing her eyes.  She winced as Master Chicri appeared to her.  Her eyes flew open and she looked at the wall, her expression signaling that she was likely to cry.  "You don't know what I felt," she whispered.  "I did clear my mind.  I did focus on the Force."  But the more she tried to convince herself, the more she knew her master was likely correct.  Finally, she hung her head.  "I'm sorry, Master, I just don't know what to do.  She's at the center of my world.  I love her more than anything.  It hurts to be away from her.  I miss her touch, her scent...  If it's all a manipulation, how do...?"  She was about to ask 'How do I fix it?'  But she didn't want it fixed.
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Rin stared at the wall between them for a few seconds before the door to the exam room slid open with the Nautolan at the threshold. He looked slightly concerned, but only as much as his stoic demeanor would allow. He glided toward her with grace and stood directly in front of her, looked down at her shame.


"Rise to your feet, you are a student of the Force, you do not dwell in the past and you do not pity yourself. You constantly progress on your path and you accept every obstacle as a chance to grow, every mistake and failure is a step towards success, not away from it, but only if you allow yourself to learn. Head up, look at me when I talk to you." His words felt more inspired than usual. He wasn't just breaking down the situation and calculating, he was actually trying to make her feel better. Rin didn't quite understand what compelled him to do this. He placed his index finger under her chin and lifted it up so that she would see herself in the reflection of his eyes. His intensity was, as usual, entirely disarming.


"Besides.." He placed a hand on her head and rustled her hair so that it looked quite comical. "You do not have time to focus on someone else right now. I have a mission for you." There was a real grin on his face.
 
Alderaan


@Constantin


Atali slowly got to her feet, though she looked down at the floor.  When he directed her, she looked up at him.  Then he touched her chin, adjusting her gaze.  The girl squirmed a little, uncomfortable with the perceived scrutiny.  After all, she'd never been close to her master and when they were together she rarely listened to him, nor did he ever demand her attention like this.  Still, she could recognize he was attempting to make her feel better.


She cringed as he rustled her hair, quickly moving to straighten it out when he took his hand away.  "A mission?"  Her wide eyes seemed to go a bit wider and she had a smile again at this.  He'd never given her a mission before!  "What do you want me to do, Master?"
 
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@Constantin


Atali slowly got to her feet, though she looked down at the floor.  When he directed her, she looked up at him.  Then he touched her chin, adjusting her gaze.  The girl squirmed a little, uncomfortable with the perceived scrutiny.  After all, she'd never been close to her master and when they were together she rarely listened to him, nor did he ever demand her attention like this.  Still, she could recognize he was attempting to make her feel better.


She cringed as he rustled her hair, quickly moving to straighten it out when he took his hand away.  "A mission?"  Her wide eyes seemed to go a bit wider and she had a smile again at this.  He'd never given her a mission before!  "What do you want me to do, Master?"
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Alderaan


He was pleased to see her delight at the idea of responsibility. The idea had been rolling around in the back of his mind for quite some time. It was an important task and one that wouldn't put her in immediate danger, but it would certainly test her mind. "I came to this planet to investigate a terroristic attack committed by an assassin droid at this very star port. There are a lot of details about the investigation that don't make any sense, so I looked into it and it appears a Force user manipulated the first responders into arresting the droid. This is very alarming and potentially could cause problems for us down the road, fortunately the droid is an infamous criminal and most wouldn't bother to look into the details of his arrest and detention. I need you to interrogate the droid and find out what his mission was on the planet, who hired him, and what he knows about the people onboard the vessel he attacked. A blatant confession couldn't hurt either."


The Nautolan raised a brow at the Padawan, "He will not be easy to interrogate, he will be defiant and difficult. Most likely quite crass, do you think you are up to the task?"


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@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


HK-50-01's cranial unit eagerly bobbed as he listened to the Gray Jedi , for once keeping his gaze directed at the one speaking to him instead of cast at the floor. He understood why important Business had to come first , and in fact it made him even happier to know he'd be able to learn their destination at all - for , save his singular mission with Why'nn and Connor , he was scarcely ever informed of a destination prior to arrival (not in the past century and certainly not with others , at least). The class-four droid was briefly mystified as to why they were going to the planet at all , even temporarily. For a moment his head quirked to one side , a gesture that was so very recognizable as belonging to him. One of his metallic hands gestured in what typically signified he was going to speak , his vocabulator just barely starting to emit the quiet static normally preceding verbal communication of any kind. 


The query Oh-One was just about to voice was answered before any real syllable could form. The accompanying pat served to make the vibrant green coloring his photoreceptors become all the brighter , eagerly complying with the order without question ,  expressed or otherwise. The very excited - being allowed to carry out any semblance of his primary function filled him with joy with no consideration for the context in which it was required - droid quickly made his way to the armory. While there he equipped himself with the same armament he chose on Hoth , save for excluding the Conner Net launcher and the heavy repeater , and choosing a (very likely , for he didn't recall seeing one before) 'Designated Marksman' Blaster Rifle in place of seperate Sniper and all-purpose Rifles. 


When the heavily armed droid stepped back into the hallway and awaited his next set of orders , every inch of his body language suggested the form of excitement he only ever felt around Why'nn. After all , she was the only one who ever allowed him to carry weaponry asides from what he possessed built into his frame. That excitement died the moment he received looks that , in his mind , signaled a very keen displeasure with him. The verdant photoreceptors abruptly changed back to the yellow they so typically were , his gaze returning to the deck. He was scarcely noticeable as the events of Connor's trial-by-Force took place. 


Oh-One pondered the events as he followed the Gray Jedi back to the bridge , watching the stars stretch into lines and collapse into the tunnel-like sky of hyperspace. While the likely now-deceased Sith Apprentice hadn't always been nice to him , he also hadn't ever tortured him (even when the droid was sure he'd given plenty reason to be tortured). When he finally voiced the query that dominated his thought processes , his voice sounded noticeably meeker , though still far from being as submissive as it was normally. His posture , too , has slackened to a small degree - not entirely submissive , but quite deferential. "Query : Sir , I don't.. I don't understand why we had to exile Connor in that manner. Please don't take it as me questioning you (because I'm assuredly not and would never do that) , but I fail to comprehend what it is he did to deserve such a fate. We could've just left him on Alderaan if we wanted to be away from him , couldn't we? Without any credits , he wouldn't have been able to find us again for quite some time without being able to purchase or even charter passage on a ship , even if he somehow gained knowledge of where we were located." 


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@shadowstrikr25


HK-50-09 completely missed the reference his Fleshsack brother made , being unaware of human biology not relating to methods of termination. His entire skull rolled , his vocabulator producing a mechanically derisive snort shortly before his oh-so-Displeased statement. "Informational/query : Its always my 'time of the month' , you blasted fool. What , did you suddenly forget that , or are you trying to be patronizing? I'll certainly not be patient like some blasted Jedi! I didn't mean the fripping credits , I meant that you completely failed in the mission you set out to accomplish. What's the point of even taking a mission if you don't even have the ability to complete it? Then you're just making yourself inferior! But then , that's what you typically do with your missions anyway. When was the last one that you succeeded in completing , anyway?" Oh-Nine expected the Renegade to be unable to remember - he certainly wasn't able - which could've merely been due to his general apathy towards how Zerek's missions went as much as the real rate of success or failure. 


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Alderaan


Alashar was two-thirds of the way through what was perhaps (she didn't keep count) her twelfth repitition of the Jedi Code when she was called upon by Master Itak. As usual , while she wasn't exactly sure of why she was needed , she followed immediately and without question , only stating "Whatever you require of me , Master Itak". Her mission could resume after she had done what the Jedi Master (and childhood acquaintance) wished of her - at this point , the Jedi Shadow strongly doubted her quarry was still on-planet anyway. She assumed it was likely that which the Mirialan wanted her to discuss anyway , and merely had the Padawan with her for learning purposes. 


So , of course , the firmly devout Miraluka Woman was far from prepared for what the 'Padwan'  her acquaintance identified as 'Avutka' said. Almost immediately , she started to quietly chant the Jedi code. She quite honestly couldn't believe what she was hearing , even as she started to exude abhorrence. 'She.. she did WHAT? Emotions like that are the quickest path to the Dark Side there exists , and she even has the.. the impudence to say that the Force itself is.. is WRONG! Master Itak couldn't possibly have trained such an undisciplined , irreverent , evil Padawan like this.. GIRL who thinks her own dark desires are the will of the Force! She's turned to the Dark Side with all her dark , evil heart! ...There is no emotion..' 


Luckily for both Master and Padawan , the Jedi Shadow thought that the older woman had a firm grip on the situation  -preventing her from launching into her infamous (at least , to those who had been around for one) Lectures on the proper ways to be a Jedi. Instead , she kept all her thoughts to herself , though at several points her repitions briefly paused as if she were going to speak. When the Jedi Master instructed her to leave , she reverently bowed before hurriedly walking out of the room. If she were being honest , she was all too glad to be away from the all-but-fallen Padawan. Alashar would wait for a few minutes to see if she was required by either of the masters , before finding whoever ran the hospital , or perhaps going to the Republic Millitary Base she knew to be located near her current position. The requests of the two Masters , while important , still couldn't overtake the importance of the Mission delivered to her by the Jedi Council. 
 
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