A Librarian’s Duty

[Umara]

OOC: thus is a CPvP and this the rules and outcomes have been prearranged between both parties ^_^

The sounding of bombshells and blaster fire could be heard amongst the combating mandalorians and Jedi within the temple. Umara, like many other of her kind, had remind behind despite the successful evacuation. She had made it her mission, as a librarian and historian, to attempt to record and then destroy the temples internal archives. This was by no means a library, like on Ithor. This was all the Jedi’s rosters, maps, and data that in the enemies hands could be used to further breed distraction. Umara was determined to stop this.

When she entered into the chamber, the room itself was in shambles. The roof, half collapsed, allowed light to shine down into the room, exposing the dogfights above in space through the cracks. Some of the archives support beams had tumbled, while others barely supported the room. Umara quickly made her way across the room to the terminal at the far right of the 10m x 15m room. The space had 3 tall server boxes that acted as the storage system for the temples recorded data and security tapes. Umara could feel her heart racing as she quickly switched the terminal on and began to pray that the initial attack had not disabled the device. It wavered for a moment before activating.

The Nautolan was dressed in a simple beige ropes, her grey alliance breast plate and leather pants and boots were visible beneath the garment. Her saber hung on her right hip, opposite a messenger bag full of holodisks on her right. She reaches into the bag, watching the entrance of the chamber cautiously, as if the force was forewarning her of the impending danger that was to follow. The mandalorians were fierce warriors and would hunt their quarry without contemplation. When the declaration of war was made Umara had expected attacks but to attack the temple, a sacred place, was unexpected to say the least.

She entered the first holodisk, allowing it to begin downloading the data. She had made sure to only record pertinent data files and ignored the security footage in order to save hard drive space and precious time. She would have to join the evacuating ships if the data was ever going to survive, if she was going to survive. Her duty to the Jedi was made clear as

She felt a strong disturbance in the ethereal force, as if a great battle of wills were taking place not too far away. She only hoped to be so mindful. Her hands were well acquainted with the machines she worked as her fingers tapped the keys and ran the appropriate programs.

She prayed for the forces guidance as she felt a threatening presence approaching, as if the force were feeding her a premonition of the coming moments. Her tentacles twitched with anxiety as she began copying the files.

 

[Timmen Rytt]

The warzone of jedha was a beautiful sight to Timmen Rytt. Kad Harangir was present in every man on the ground and he wished he could join them in battle. But to him, being a weaponsmith would need to come before glory in battle. He wanted intel, lightsaber design mostly, but maps, training manuals were all fine as well. He had snuck in on his rockhopper and had been moving through the temple.
"Archecturally stunning"
He thought, passing through the corridors and halls. The sound of battle echoed throughout but he avoided these carefully trying to make his way to the Library. He knew that jedi were wise but not wise enough to have their data already backed up in case of invasion for a hasty escape. The dust settled on his red and black armor and he had to dust off his visor from time to time. After some time of walking he finally found his prize, the library in the jedi temple on Jedha. He check his blaster, making sure they were turned up to their highest settings and pushed the door open. There he found an unexpected sight... a single Nautolan? Not even a squad to guard critical data?
"And here I thought jedi took pride in your knowledge. But you are the only one here. Step aside, Woman and I won't harm you."
He said, drawing his blasters.

 

[Umara]

The room was silent for only a moment before suddenly a voice rang out from the head of the room. Umara, glancing at the 13% flashing in the disk’s download function before facing the basker clad warrior who was now standing in between her and the door. He was about 13 meters away for her current location. She, in unison with her attacker reached for her saber, foregoing most formalities. The brilliant blue weapon came to life in umara’s right hand, it hanging at her side as she prepared to move it to center to deflect oncoming bots. She had to protect the terminal long enough for the download to finish, and this she consciously remained planted.

“You expect me to believe that when you monsters have attacked the sanctity of this temple?” She asked, her saber coming to a mid level centered stance, with her right foot forward. This was a defensive posture, and she made no gesture of attack. “I desire not to harm you, Mandalorian, but I will not Yield this Data to you.” She claimed, her mind calling to the ethereal force for guidance. She was the guardian of the archives, the last line of defense for the temple’s data. The force would guild her hands once the Mando inevitably opened fire. If he attacked her with some sort of projectile, she might need to reassess her strategy.

She was trying her best to remain composed during this stand off. Depending on what the fellow threw or shot at her would determine her response. May the force guild her in the darkest hour of the Jedi.

(Prepping a little force guidance to deflect le bolts if fired)

@Timmen

 

[Timmen Rytt]

Timmen cocked his head at the sight. His first jedi kill! What a dutiful warrior to die for books, he thought as she drew her lightsaber and ignited it. The Nautolan looked younger, easily not much more than one their apprentices. He heard from stories that their weapons could deflect blaster bolts and use their powers to throw men like rag dolls. He spotted the small computer downloading the library's data and he decided that would need to go first.
He gave out a loud snarl and fired his blasters, running for one of the shelves as he did. The ZA-13s' grew hot from the volley and he had hoped one would stick though the way she deflected them made that a pipe dream. Once taking cover he reloaded and once he felt he had the moment he was searching for with her guard was up, he quickly flung himself out from the cover, firing again at the jedi and at the last minute taking aim and firing at the computer.

 

[Umara]

Umara was not surprised by the Mandalorian’s readiness to attack. They War a warlike race of people that were always more akin to blasters than negotiations. Her ignited blue saber was only a conduit for which she let the living force move through her. She deflect the bolts, letting them reflect harmlessly into random spots within the chamber. She remained calm as she moved a small amount to accommodate for the Mandolorian’s movements. She kept herself between the warrior and the terminal, hoping she could defend it long enough for the download to finish. The holo disc flashed at 31% as the mando moved from his cover and attempted to attack not her but the terminal.

In the moment the Mandalorian flung himself from cover, umara would allow the force to guild her as she, in unison, used her right hand, which wielded her saber, to deflect the bolt and extended her left hand towards the fighter. She called out to the force to push the mandalorian further in his movement path, possibly flinging him off balance. Her saber would be able to catch the bolt as she remained between the warrior and the terminal itself.

“This is my warning to you Mandalorian, stand down. You should not have attacked his holy place.” She asserted as she resumed her defensive posture between the Mandalorian and the terminal. She would have to protect the terminal with all her might before she could actually engage the warrior, and unless he carried an explosive of some kind, she would have he advantage in doing so. She was a practicer of the If form III Soresu, which specializes in these defensive postures. The Mandalorian would be disadvantaged in attacking at range as long as she could prevent the computer from receiving damage. His best bet would probably be to actually engage her in CQC, but her saber made that prospect threatening. She kept her eyes trained on the fellow as he possibly stumbled from her influence in the force and would immediately after that action return her blade to center posture to resume her defensive tactic.

@Timmen

 

[Timmen Rytt]

Timmen thought The trick was impressive, he was knocked off balance by her only raising a single hand and focusing? Incredible. He fell flat on his back. He would have laughed if the situation werent so serious.
"You have impressive tricks, jedi. Ive no doubt you could have throw me through the wall. But ill not be deterred from retrieving that data."
He said, rising back up from the ground. He was trying to fight the jedi at a game shed always win, blaster bolts were always going to be deflected. He put away his blasters and drew his vibroblade sword. It buzzed and hissed as it came to life, its integral Cortosis-weave would allow him to fight the jedi.
"Last chance, jedi, Let me by Or I will kill you!"
He exclaimed, he positioned himself into a basic offensive pose. Hed only had limited training with a sword and he would be no match for the jedi.
He charged, sword raised, appearing fool hardy as hed did.
9 meters
8 meters
7 meters
6 meters
He fired his bola launcher straight for her saber and activated his jump boots, launching himself well over the jedi's head. He landed and turned, swinging in an attempt to land a quick strike.

 

[Umara]

This fellow had finally caught on to the fact that his distance strategy was not working out. He admitted as much by commenting on her use of distance to maintain her objective distance. She had to keep him away from her terminal. This Mandalorian was determined to fight for this data and with just as much vigor as the Nautolan. She kept her mind focused, letting the force guild her movements as the fellow offered one last chance of surrender.

“And I offer you one last chance to stand down.” The Jedi retorted calmly as she saw the fellow draw a vibroblade, a formidable weapon for sure, one that could compete with her saber. She was surprised that the Mandalorian was confident enough to engage in saber combat with a Jedi. This could be a fatal mistake, even if she was only a padawan. The fellow then tool a posture and began to move forward. While he advanced Umara prepared the force with her left hand channeling the living energy though her body as the fellow would, and 6 meters distance launch a Bolo wire and would attempt to jump. Umara’s Force Hand would pull him down and towards her instead of over while her saber right hand addressed the durasteel weapon.

She would swipe down first and then as the fellow came into range she would follow up with a slash at the fellow that would be pulled into range in the same flow of movement. She would attempt to strike the fellow from the bottom left of his torso to the top right quadrant of his shoulder with a backhanded slash. This would be the first time that they would be in CQC range. The terminal would flash 58% in the background as the two would now have to clash face to face, the distance no longer relevant.

@Timmen

 

[Timmen Rytt]

Feeling the force pull him as he jumped was a shock,
"a new trick?!"
Timmen thought. had this been a fatal flaw? He thought of Besk'in, he'd thrown away it all for a computer... for glory...
He fell quickly and as he neared the nautolan he swung his sword and tried to get he leku.

He gasped; the hot, searing pain burned and radiated from a singular spot. Like a web of lava it scrolled its way out, causing his nervous system to send intense waves of pain which coursed throughout his body. He fell to the ground and could no longer move his legs, the saber had penetrated his spinal column, all function below his waste had ceased. The jedi withdrew her saber, he recoiled as she did. He looked up at her
"Slain by a pup"
he thought. Would he join his ancestors in the great march? Would his beloved recognize him? Would his uncle welcome him? Timmen Rytt: Failure. A broken weapon no longer fit for duty.
He could not breath and so pulled his helmet off. Blood now fell from his lips and pooled around him. He attempted to force himself to his feet, pushing with his arms until the pain became so great he fell back down to the floor.
"I've failed him"
Timmen grew cold.

 

[Umara]

She swung her saber in a backhanded motion as the fellow came flying towards her. He swung for her and their blades collide in part, but the angle was not great. Her saber went clean through while the fellow’s attack missed any vital targets, clipping off some of her left side tentacles with a shaving blow. Her head felt a sudden shockwave of pain as her sensitive head parts were suddenly lobbed off at the tips leaving a nasty unevenness of charred flesh in their wake. She shouted in pain as her blade passed clean through the fellow, and they both fell into a pained heap. There was blood running down the back of her head as she noticed the fellow’s body collapse past her.

She was disoriented by the pain, yet she remained standing while the fellow fell to the ground. She had slain her enemy, and suddenly her heart began to break. She had not wanted to kill this man. She could feel the great sadness radiating from the man in his final moments as though the glazed pain she bent down to caress the man. Though gritted teeth she spoke though the pain “I’m sorry my friend, but I have a duty to my people…I didn’t want this to happen to you.” She spoke calmly, trying to sooth the man in what she could feel was his final hours. There was no saving his body from the damage of a lightsaber. She removed his helmet so that he might breath more comfortably while he passed. He tried to sit up, but his spine was severed by her blow and prevented him from doing so. She held his head closely as he spoke.

“I’ve failed him…”

She did not understand what he meant by that. “you’ve not failed anyone, you fought well…rest warrior, find your peace.” She offered gently as the fellow’s body began to chill from the blood loss. He had his duty and she had hers. They were at war, and yet she pitied the poor man. His wife, children, family…they would miss him greatly, and the force felt this loss as it did the many others happening within the temple. She was still remorseful of the poor circumstances that had led to this terrible event. She was unaware of the situation as the download clicked on to 78% while she held a dying mando in his final hour.

@Timmen

 

[Timmen Rytt]

A tear fell from Timmen's eye. An event which hadnt occured for 6 years, Not since Gyn passed away. He feared for his son.If he left besk'in alone on that ship he'd wait for hours, maybe days. The small boy couldn't use a Comm link, never mind the flight controls. Left on jedha, Besk'in might starve or worse if any criminal found him.
“you’ve not failed anyone, you fought well…rest warrior, find your peace.”
The Jedi Replied
Hed taken the nautolan's leku and yet here she was, holding him. He could see the pain the wounds caused her. The Leku were a very sensitive and he had hoped he could take some in time to throw off her reaction so he could seize the computer. She was kind but didn't understand, she didnt know him and hed doubted she could sense besk'in. He remembered the dream he had before Dhern passed and he felt the blood run away from his face. He reached over to his belt and pulled a coagulent pack from a pouch, placing it on the ground next to the nautolan.
"You find my inner peace"
He began to remove the iron heart from his armor, the center was colored Erin Green. He had had it enameled when his son was born, hoping that conflict on such a mass scale could cease in his child's day. Whether by mandalorian domination or by peaceful diplomacy. It was harder to remove than he remembered but after struggling to press the clip which held it in place He offered it to her:
"Take this to him... Neyar..... Adiik'a.... my little boy
.. at the rear of the temple, Hangar bay 4, on the rock... hopper.... hes still there. Please help him."
He felt his life quickly slipping away. the wound no longer hurt, now he was only tired. He began to get tunnel vision as the darkness closed in. He knew this was his end and though she had been his enemy no more than 10 minutes before, he placed all his hope in her. But would she do as he asked? He had no idea, but he knew he had no choice now. He had finally resolved to close his eyes and see what would come next.
@Umara

 

[Umara]

Umara was surprised by the man’s compassion in his dying moments. He seemed to accept his fate as he offered here a coagulation pack in order to heal the seeping wound that was her slightly amputated tentacles. She ignored the pack for the time being, holding the man gently in her lap as he passed. He again spoke.

“You find my inner peace”

he said in a weakly like the ringing bell of death. He slowly began to fidget with his armor, pulling off a green enameled piece from his armor. It was the center piece of his armor, diamond shaped, and was probably very important to the young man. It was surely made of Baskar like the rest of the suit was. “I Don’t understand what you mean…” She cooed weakly as she tried to ease his passing. She was covered in blood, the blood of her enemy. How horrible it was that she had failed in protecting this man. In killing him, she had unknowingly created a greater disturbance in the natural force. She should have surrendered herself, and yet her duty was uncompromisable. She reached out with her hand, levitating the object towards her hand by channeling the force. As she took it the man again spoke.

"Take this to him... Neyar.... Adiik'a.... my little boy... at the rear of the temple, Hangar bay 4, on the rock... hopper.... he’s still there. Please help him."

She heard the man plead as his life was escaping him. “Shuuuush, I’ll do as you ask, I’ll find your boy help at all costs.” She assured the fellow, herself weakened as she felt the fellow growing colder. “Rest easy my friend, you son will be in good hands…may the force be with you,” She chanted gently as the fellow closed his eyes and fell limp in her arms. She felt heart broken, for a man she had just killed. She gently lowered the fellow, keeping the heart close to her chest as she quickly used the medical supplies on her Lekku to numb her pain. She had to get to the hangers as quickly as possible as the room shook with an explosion. She looked at the data terminal flashing 100%, as the download had been completed. She quickly snatched the holo disk and ignited her saber, slashing the terminal and the hard drives. Bombs were being dropped again on the temple, causing the ceiling to cave slightly. She grabbed the fellow’s revolver blaster from his belt (5/6) and channeled the force to attempt a quick movement to the end of the room so that she could find her way to the hanger.

The central corridor was chaos. Kiff, she thought to herself as rebels, Jedi and Mandalorian battled in the main hall. She could see where the Grand Master, off in the far distance was fighting someone she didn’t recognize. She was unable to join the battle, having a mission now as she tired to remain behind the line of fire. A random armored Mandalorian on some sort of flying pack device began to advance towards her as he blasted another Jedi padawan not too far away. She, on instinct, reached out to the fallen comrade’s blade, pulling it into her hand and igniting both blades as she deflected the incoming bolts and tried to make her way to the hanger bay. The warrior must have caught on to the idea as he tried to move past her to block her path. Moving to the side and slashing his device, he was sent spiraling off into the remaining battle as she slashed her way to the entrance of the rear of hanger 4.

As she entered the hanger, she could see that this place, like every other room in the temple, was tainted with combat. She saw a trio of rebels fighting a duo of mandalorians that were gridlocked in combat. She moved around this skirmish wondering which ship that now resided in the hanger belonged to the fellow she had just killed. She reached out to the force, calling to the atheral energy to guide her as a stray bolt flew her way. In her trance, she easily deflected the bolt back at the combatant, hearing a wimper as the bolt must have hit it’s sender. She searched her feelings and suddenly a single ship stood out to her. It was a old freighter type ship, a Rockhopper, that seemed as if there was a connection with the force inside. Something drew her to the vehicle as she dashed towards the gangplank and heard some fore off in the distance, probably some mandos who were now alerted to her position.

She hoped that the remaining Jedi would be able to escape. She had a mission as she quickly ran onto the gangplank, hitting the terminal to close the rear cargo hatch as the shouting behind her grew more audible. “Stop that jed…” she heard from outside as blasters rang out against the durasteel. She panted from exhaustion as he weakly made her way to the cockpit. She had to climb up though the cramped cargo hold and small living quarters to get to the main cockpit and maintenance halls.

“Hello? Is there a child on board this vessel?” She asked in a hurried tone as she disengaged her sabers. She had fought so hard to stay alive and there was still an attack pending on the ship that her thoughts of the child’s safety forwent their introductions in her mind. She called out to the force as she hoped the kid wouldn’t shoot her as soon as he saw her head peaking out of the port hole in the floor, force willing.

@Timmen

 

[Timmen Rytt]

Besk'in Had been waiting for a long time, and his father hadnt come back yet and it was already long past the time he should have returned. He nervously kicked his ball up and down the cargo deck of the ship, chasing after it and trying to make the time go by faster. On the surface he was happy to kick the ball but in the pit of his stomach he felt odd, sad even. And he could feel a knot in the back of his throat forming. All at once he heard almost a sigh, like something releasing air. He fell and began to cry. He feared for his father and something told him he would not see him again. He had the same feeling the day Uncle Dhern had died. Like a gust of wind went through him. A small ache had formed some time ago around his belly button, like a stomach ache but more intense. He knew something was wrong but what to do? He could stay on the ship and wait for his dad like his father had said to do or he could go and try to find him. The warzone raging around them was dangerous and a few bombs had already rocked the temple and the attached hangars. He felt it would be better to stay and wait for his father to come back. Suddenly he felt weird again, he could hear footsteps approaching the ship even through the thick hull. He felt someone but it wanst his father, it was someone else!!
Suddenly a the doors began opening and he hid behind some boxes. He watched as a woman entered and climbed throughout the ship, searching... a jedi! He was 3'9" and soaking wet weighed less than a small dog... how was he supposed to stop her? He didnt even have a weapon! Not that hed know much of how to use one. Still something told him she wasnt an enemy. Another bomb rocked the temple and he squeaked as a bomb exploded nearby. This knocked the containers over he was hiding behind and forced him to come out.
"Youre on a mandalorian ship. Youd better go before my father gets back!"
He said in an attempted growl, which really only sounded slightly deeper. Besk'in puffed out his chest, trying to look as intimidating as a 6 year old can. He hadnt put on his helmet but he figured his facial expressions might help.

 

[Umara]

The cabin shook at another bomb hit the temple, causing some of the metal canisters that had been in the cargo hold to clank against the metal floor. It was then that she saw the boy in person. He his pale hair and eyes made him appear unique and yet his words were as expected as could be of a 6 year old mando. She slowly climbed back down into the cargo deck so that they could stand face to face. “I know where I am young one, I’m here on behalf of your father...” she predicated as she prepared herself for the moment this boys world flipped upside down. She couldn’t imagine the pain of losing a parent in such a way, her being the father’s slayer no less. She figured it would be best to save that information for later as she continued.

“Your father asked me to come here to protect you,” She expresses as she pulled out the diamond plate of the baskar steel from her bag. She slowly allowed the metal piece to float as she manipulated the force to preform the small feat of magic. She let the object hover before the boy, his for the taking, as she again spoke. “He also wanted you to have this,” She expresses as she felt this boy’s connection to the force. He seemed to have a strong bond with the Force, but Umara knew that this was only superficial without testing. This might explain the father’s readiness to bequeath his child to a Jedi. If the child were discovered to be force sensitive by the Mandalorians, he would surely be executed without forethought. Umara wouldn’t let that happen.

@Timmen

 

[Timmen Rytt]

“I know where I am young one, I’m here on behalf of your father...”
Besk'in had let his guard down, She said he was with his father but peering around the corner he didnt hear him coming. Then the jedi offered him the iron heart, a piece of metal which he had washed and polished countless times, learning from his father about armor maintenance. He couldnt believe it
Besk'in grabbed the metal diamond. He ran his thumbs over it. It was his, the inscription on the back had an inscription, written in mando'a gave it away
"May the victor of this, my iron heart, find peace as I have."
His heart sank as he read the inscription and as the tears welled up in his eyes he remembered that he had no one now. Dhern died last month and now his dad... He sat down and cried for a few minutes, finding a wellspring which turned his cheeks into rivers. His large, grey eyes turnes red and swelled. He clutched the small object, trying to think of some way to bring him here. Some way to bring him back, some way to go back and ask him, beg him to not go. To stay with him and to go back to The Sports bar on Concordia and watch the tourney or play bolo-ball. Anything, hed trade anything now if only to just see him again....

He realized quickly nothing would change now. He couldnt change reality. Another bomb rocked the temple, snapping him back to reality fully. He looked up at the nautolan, who claimed to be his protector, still teary;
"What do I do now?"
@Umara

 

[Umara]

The news hit the boy hard. Umara could see the moment of epiphany filling the boys eyes with tears. Her maternal instincts kicked in at the tears began to roll down the boy’s cheek. “I’m so sorry child,” she cooed gently as she took the child in her arms. “Your father fought bravely, he is with the force young one” she told him, feeling a tear rolling down her own cheek. She was sharing in his emotion, though she did her best to remain solid. She had no clue where they were to go. Her home was under attack, and this child wouldn’t be safe with the mandalorians. When he asked her what they were to do, she fixed to she spoke frankly,

“We survive...you and I are both orphaned here, and I sense you have a gift that you might not even understand yet...we have to get out of here.” She told the boy as she released him and could see his saddened disposition. She slowly turned, going to climb up into the cockpit as she wondered how to fly this ship. “If you’re up to it, you should help me copilot this ship...your father told me that you’re a formidable pilot.”

She fibbed, hoping the white lie would help he distract the boy from his father’s passing. She climbed into the cockpit and began to light the ignition of the ship. She had no concern for the safety functions as she felt the engines firing up.

Taking the controls, the Nautolan would pilot the ship as best as she could. She would have a serious conversation when they got into orbit, but that would have to wait. They had to traverse the space battle raging over head as they would now be heading straight thought the stratosphere towards the chaos above. “Boy you and I have just met, but the force has brought us together...” she said as the ship was rattled by some stray blaster shots from a rebel vessel. They were in a Mandalorian ship after all, and it could easily be confused for that of the enemy. She did her best to maneuver away from the combat, looking to line up their flight pattern with the hyperspace lane. “This might be a bad time for introductions, but I’m Umara...” she expressed as she battled with the controls to avoid the dog fights happening in the planets orbit.

@Timmen

 

[Timmen Rytt]

It was a strange thing, how gentle this stranger was. Usually his father would have given Besk'in a bear hug and brought him to the Gi ponds to go fishing when he cried about his mother. Often times timmen would tell the boy happier stories about him as a child and the adventures he and besk'in's mother would have. Besk'in tried his best to focus on the current task of getting off world. He watched as the Nautolan entered the cockpit
“If you’re up to it, you should help me copilot this ship...your father told me that you’re a formidable pilot.”
He came into the cockpit, if this woman fought with his father till the end, then she must've been a formidable fighter and a friend. The ship jumped around from the blaster fire.
"Im Besk'in.. "
He replied. He wanted to know what a force was and how it brought them together but first they would need to get into hyperspace.

 

[Umara]

She was a whirlwind of worry as she flicked some switches and payed attention to the location that she was attempting to calculate using the navigations computer of the ship. The Rockhopper was sturdy, but the hyperdrive was very much that of a civilian ship. She worked to plot a course to the nearest planet in their sector, Ifrane, where they would be able to refuel and further discuss what they were going to do. Ifrane has a strong Jedi presence and would be a good place for the child while this battle played out. The lane seemed clear as her computer confirmed the location and the approximate distance it would take for them to get to the planet. It was enough for only one jump before they ended up in a sour situation with the fuel.

She confirmed all the Hyperspace commands and pulled the lever down, sending them at light speed towards their destination. The universe seemed to polarize around them as they would have a short while to play around before they would reach their destination. The boy introduced himself, and she could now leave the ship to pilot itself as the course had already been set. She hoped that Ifrane was by under attack like Jedha had been. “A pleasure to meet yah,” she commented as the traveled forward. She swiveled the pilot’s seat around so that she could look the boy over as they spoke.

“Bask’in, let’s play a game, to pass the time eh? I have a chance cube here, and I’m going to roll it,” she said showing him the six sides block that had 3 blue squares and 3 red. “I want you to close your eyes and tell me what color the cube is okay? Wanna try?” She offered as she decided to use this moment to test the boy. She needed to see how sensitive to the force the boy was. These “games” were a classic strategy used by the Jedi to test such aspects of a child.

@Timmen

 

[Beskin Rytt]

Besk'in became very excited, he loved playing with Chance cubes! sometimes for fun, other times hed compete with other children for prizes whether their allowances or sweets and now guessing what the color was? That was a game he hadnt heard of.
"Sure."
He responded as he closed his eyes. He placed his hands behind his back and wiggled back and forth as Umara Rolled the dice, he listened as it rolled, skittered along the durasteel floor and finally stopped with a clack. He tried to think, focusing very hard on the little cube. As he did in his closed eyes he could begin to see a sort of bluish hue coming out of the darkness. He decided to go with it.
"Blue. Is it blue?"
He asked. He opened his eyes and to his astonishment it was! It was Blue!
"Woah! Ibic Nuhur geroya! Can we try again!?"

 

[Umara]

She was unsurprised when the boy guessed the correct color. Blue, he hadn’t peaked and yet he knew the color. “Sure, let’s try again.” She offered as she scooped up the dice into her hand. “No Peeking okays?” She offered as would wait for the boy to close his eyes. She rolled the dice on the floor, letting the little enamel piece of game equipment roll around as it settled on blue again. She waved her hand, letting the force guide the dice over to the red square. She was going to see if the boy would notice the change.

These little tests were something that any Jedi would be able to accomplish. They were designed to see if there was any sensitivity to the force and how much there was. It seemed, to Umara, that this boy was indeed Sensitive to the force and their meeting was certainly a lucky chance. If his connection had developed under the rule of the Mandalorian, this boy’s life could have been at risk. They would house no fear of purging their own to stomp out their enemy. The force chooses no race or specific place to seep its roots. The boy would have been persecuted just for existing.

She tried to think of another game they could play while in the ship to see the boy’s full potential. They had some time to kill, but it would not be long before they would be back in action...Umara really need a rest after the day’s events.

@Timmen

 

[Beskin Rytt]

Besk'in focused on the cube again, he felt it move and heard it get blown over. the red hue formed in his mind and he blurted it out as soon as he saw it. Upon seeing the red cube he was awestruck.
"Woah, thats so weird! How do you do that?! But you cheated! You pushed the die!"
He xhalleneged her It was like a magic trick and he wanted to learn more. The jedi seemed satisfied at these and he was too by extension.
@Umara