Star Wars Legacies: The Beginning

[Quill]

Quill landed his Jedi starfighter on the docking port of Corellia. It was a terrible night with a great downpour of rain with lightning and thunder. The Force itself was clawing at the planet with such weather. As a response to the terrible weather, Quill put up the hood of his brown cloak. The young man walked with a purpose through the streets of Corellia. His face was grim and his mind unsettled. Metal platforms walkways and small crowds of people rushing home passed him. Eventually he came to an apartment over looking the cargo hovertrain's railings. Quill raised his eyes up to the roof of the building with his grim expression and a hand blocking the hard rain. He looked at the roof for only a moment before continuing to the door and inside.

The Jedi walked inside and carefully looked around at the lobby from the metal door way. What he sought was not seen in the room; only several people sitting and talking at the bar. From that room, Quill continued to the less dark and more metal first floor of the apartment. There were doors shut tight and very few people still walking through. The Jedi could sense that what he sought was waiting on the rooftop in the storm. Quill circled around the corridor until he reached the staircase leading to the next floor. Lightning and thunder could be heard from outside as the storm intensified. It was a loud and ominous walk up to the roof.

Upon the final staircase that led to a door with water on the floor, Quill had reached his destination. Something had gone through before Quill had. The door quickly opened to the Jedi presence. It revealed rain crashing down in the Jedi's face. The roof was plain, vast, and looked like it was rarely visited with hardly a sign of life. Lightning was striking at the building's roof in small points. At the other end of the roof stood a black cloaked figure. What Quill sought was standing across from him.

The mysterious black figure silently walked forward and Quill did the same. They walked to the middle of the roof and stood several yards from each other. Each looked at each other with grim intent. The black figure's face was shielded by the hood of his cloak much like Quill's. The young Jedi reached into his cloak towards the belt around his abdomen. He removed his chrome lightsaber from the clip and flipped it right-side up. Moving the lightsaber to his hand, Quill ignited the green blade and pointed it down. The figure across from the Jedi reached into his cloak and pulled out a lightsaber blade as well. Putting the weapon to his side in a similar fashion, the blade the black figure ignited was pure red. Neither Quill, nor the figure spoke to each other. The only sounds were the harsh thunder and vicious lightning as the hard rain sizzled against the lightsaber blades.

The silence was broken as both Quill and the mysterious being dash at each other. Their blades ready to strike they collided with fierce intent. The colors of green and red crossed directly in the middle of these two titans. Both pulled away from each other as Quill went to swipe at the man from arms' length. The black figure parried the attack. The blades bounced off of each other and the black figure rushed to stab the Jedi. Being far enough away, Quill spun to avoid the stab and raised his blade in an attempt to slice down at his opponent's back. However as he raised his blade, the black one sliced at him. The Jedi was forced to abandon his attack and dodge. The young man jumped back and away from the figure.

They again locked stares as both the Jedi and the apparent Dark Jedi circled each other. The Dark Jedi was taller and had a longer reach which put Quill at a disadvantage at that moment. To close the gap, the Jedi rushed forward. The figured attempted a long sweep across before Quill could full reach him. The Jedi quickly blocked and used the opening given to him. He kicked the Dark Jedi in the chest and knocked him to the ground. Quill then ran up to him in an attempt to stab. The black one rolled to the left and stood up just as his adversary's green blade stabbed into the ground. Quill pulled his lightsaber out of the ground and flipped it back over, but his opponent already readied for another attack. The slice came close to cutting off the Jedi's legs. The young man jumped sideways over his black cloaked opponent. He attempt to slice at the dark one's back once more.

The Dark Jedi dodged just in time to save himself from getting killed. The slice did manage to cut through his cloak completely in half. The Dark Jedi turned around to face Quill as his black over-clothing slid off of him. His face was still covered by wrappings that showed only the yellowest of eyes. It finally revealed the man's dark black clothing. The now revealed dark man ran at Quill and attempted a strong strike down. The Jedi managed to block the attack, but the Dark Jedi slid his saber off of the Jedi's and attempted to stab into Quill's sword arm. Only barely missing, the stab managed to hit something. The mysterious figure managed to cut Quill's cloak in two. The Jedi back flipped away as soon as he dodged and landed towards the edge of the roof. His cloak slid off and onto the hovertrain track below. Both opponents were now minus one layer of clothing.

Once again the Dark Jedi ran at Quill to attack him, but this time the Jedi was more prepared. He attempted a Force Push on the man. To the Jedi's surprise it was dodged when the black one rolled to the left. In response to the use of the Force, the black figure hurled a burst of Force Lightning at him. Quill moved his lightsaber into position against the lightning as fast as he could. He then struggled against the strength of the blast. In the end he was thrown from the top of the roof and headed for a twenty story fall. Barely maintaining his initial hold on his lightsaber, he looked down. All that was below him were the cargo hovertrain tracks and the boarding station connected to it. Quill knew he could survive the fall as he looked down at the drop. The black figure also knew that Quill would live as well, and decisively jumped off the roof after him. The figure used the Force to propel himself at the Jedi. Their lightsaber's clashed they were headed for the bottom in a free fall. They were locked into a fierce struggle for dominance as they fell.

In the end, they both kicked away from each other, and each landed on their feet at the station below. They stood yards away from each other as they both panted the adrenaline of their free fall running through their blood. Both of them were tense as they rested for a moment to regain their Force Energy. Thunder clapped and lightning zapped as the rain continued to pour with no end near. Both of the figures were beginning to fatigue and their battle did not even last ten minutes yet. They were both prepared for one last go despite the length of their battle. Each knew that the end was right in front of them and both knew what was going to happen next. One was to die and the other was to live. Both of them went for a startling rush at each other.

There blades locked for the last the time. As they struggled, the Dark Jedi made his move. Kicking the Jedi in the stomach and knocking him back. Quill flipped to avoid a knock down and saw the Dark Jedi coming at him. Quickly slicing at him, the mysterious man moved to the side and elbowed Quill in the face. In the hit, Quill was stunned for a second, and his opponent went to slice him in two. However the Jedi regained his composure quickly and blocked the blade. In a response to the physical attacks, Quill punched his opponent square in the jaw sending the dark one stumbling back. He quickly overstepped his opponent and kicked out the man's legs. The Dark Jedi fell to the ground and quickly saw a blade coming at him. The slice was blocked and it appeared Quill now had his opponent. Then the Dark Jedi turned the tables by using an underhanded Force Push. The Jedi was pushed clear into the air and his lightsaber flew out of his hands to the ground. Realizing the chance to end it, the dark one got to his feet quickly. Then hurled Force lightning at the Jedi before he could land.

The lightning was sustained and Quill let out screams of pain to show his gruesome agony. The cries were so loud that they could be heard over the thunder. The lightning kept him in the air as well so there was no chance of falling out of it. Finally the Dark Jedi released his lightning only to grip the already defeated Jedi with the Force. To make the fall even more painful, he slammed the young man into the hard metal ground sadistically. The young man could make no effort to move and was helpless before the Dark Jedi. The Dark Figure approached victorious with his lightsaber in hand. Looking at his victim with sadistic eyes, he raised his lightsaber for the final blow. He spoke one statement and then he stabbed into the young man to kill him.

Your legacy ends here...​

Quill's eyes snapped open as his nightmare and vision ended with his demise. He was in a particularly chilling sweat, and gripping the sheets with such intensity he was almost ripping them. He was huffing and puffing with fear in his eyes about what he witnessed. Quill looked and saw the comforting walls of the Jedi Temple he was staying at. He was so relieved that the vision was over. Quill's heart was pierced with the fear that it might come true. The duel was just a vision and not actually the end of his legacy. It was only the beginning...

Star Wars Legacies: The Beginning​

 

[Syn]

Matsu sat in the center of her room as a specialty made acid drip down into a pool on the ground floor and she emptied her mind as slowly the sound of the rapid drip slowed and a "plip plip plip" was heard and she pressed her fingers together into a line on both hands and struck out between drips and breaths. Slowly as she stopped small burns on her hands showed as she went again and again grinding her teeth and chewing the inside of her lower lip at the searing pain as a drip rolled down her forearm and went to the crook of her elbow.

Slowly Matsu stood after several hours and she looked at her arms and hands seeing all the red burns and streaks before she looked down the length of her body and saw all of the bruises and cuts from practicing as she slowly got dressed and stood in her leather pants and tunic taking in a breath before she folded her coat, hat, and gloves into a square and walked out of her room and down the hall as her hair framed her face and she stopped to observe a small group of younglings being taught before perking her head up at the sound of her name and she looked at one of the jedi knights registering what he was saying for the first time. "I said are you okay Matsu? Your burned."

Slowly Matsu just looked at the night as she nodded silently and formed with her hand flat and showed him that she was practicing strikes with it as he nodded and spoke walking away as she listened after him and continued to walk behind him towards the medical bay for some bacta gel to rub on her hands. "Your crazy Matsu, just be careful please." Slowly as she walked Matsu nodded her head in acknowledgement and walked into the medical bay and to the droid as she showed her burns and grabbed a set of gel already prepared for her daily by the droids and healers as she walked out and went to the mess hall rubbing the gel on her arms and hands as she walked and slowly as the gel dried in the slight breeze she put on her coat and gloves and finally her hat placing her hands inside the pockets while her lightsaber clinked on her waist and she entered into the mess hall and sat down with some fruit and protein looking around for anyone else she knew as her table became empty

 

[Darius]

The Stars began to show over head, two padawans sparred with one moved with great speed and agility attacking from odd angles, and the other stood her ground gracefully parrying. Male padawan was putting all he had into defeating Adonia, but he could not shake her, everything crippling swipe he sent at her was dodged then painfully countered, thankfully she had not struck him with her yellow blade, only her elbows and her hilt. Frustrated he resorted to brute force he gave her a swift kick in the chest, this sent Adonia bending over in pain. As the sneaky Padawan lunged in for the kill stroke Adonia dodged by rolling over his back and placing her blade on the boys neck, who cried out at the sound of his skin being burned. There was a yell from the corner, it was one of the Jedi masters, Adonia bowed her head and stepped back lowering her blade and switching it off. “Tavian this was an exercise of finesse not strength, the goal was not to win but to learn from each other’s strong points. By trying to overpower Adonia you sprung the very trap you set on yourself.” The Jedi turned to Adonia and put a hand on her shoulder, “You showed mercy in the face of treachery, yours lessons are done for the nigh,t eat and I’ll see you in the morning.”

Adonia bowed and then made her way out of the training arena and made her way to the mess hall. It was filled and that was to be expected, as most training ended at the same time, Adonia waited in line with the other padawans waiting to be fed, while she waited she enjoyed conversation with some of her more familiar peers. Adonia spotted her friend Matsu who was in the front of the line, she waved to her but as expected she did not get a response back, Matsu was rather quiet, in fact she didn’t talk at all, at least not in the way others expected her too. Her silence did not bother Adonia however as she learned to speak with her in their own way. Finally getting her food Adonia made her way to the empty table to sit with Matsu, she placed down her tray and plopped in her seat, shooting a bright smile across at Matsu. Adonia reached over and pulled up the sleeve to friends’ robes, “You know one day it won’t grow back, and then where will you be?” Adonia did not speak with words, she reached Matsu the only way she knew, and that was on the mental Plain.

“Did a Parry drill with Tavian today; he forgot it was a parry drill halfway through, so I had to remind him, what did you do today besides torture yourself?” Alayna drank from her ice cold glass and took a relaxing deep breath, which was cut short by a strong pain in her abdomen; she would go to the infirmary tonight as Tavian most likely broke one of her ribs.

 

[Natise]

Chora skulked into the mess hall. It had been a week since she had abandoned the temple to return to her family, and her family had rejected her, forcing her to return to the jedi. She was angry. She knew a few faces, but she was in to much of a daze to remember any of the names, and she just did not care anymore. She was only going through the motions, training, studies, eating, and sleeping.

Chora got in line and barley observed anything that was happening around her. She gave a polite but fake smile to the lunch droid, and then went to find an empty table to sulk at. She found one directly across from where Adonia was sitting and sat at it. As she sat she glanced at Adonia, one of the few people she cared enough about to remember from her days growing up in the temple.

She quickly put this out of her mind though, and stared down at her plate. She needed a reason to live...

 

[HunterOrdo]

A young padawan sat mediating in a small room. The room itself was bland lacking any kid of defining qualities. Circular in shape it held nothing inside save for padding on the floor. Perhaps it was a symbol of Jedi discipline, or perhaps by the very absence of individuality it allowed for a deeper connection to the force.

The young padawan was far from a scene of calm serenity. His brow was furrowed in worry, and his hands clenched his knees in anxiety. His padawan brown ponytail gently hung down the right side of his face, a mockery of a hand of the clock that slowly ticking away counting down. Getting closer.. closer.. and closer to the time that the padawan dreaded from the bottom of his heart.

Soon Jedi Knights and Masters would choose their apprentices, the mere thought was like an icy hand gripping his heart slowly squeezing the very warmth from his body. He wanted to hear them call out his name, Traven, to be chosen from among the countless sea of faces, but he doubted that would be his fate. He had prepared himself for it, or so he thought, but every day that passed, his heart beat faster, every day that passed, his anxiety grew.. Even now it took everything he had to not bite his bottom lip and sink into despair. It was not the Jedi way, and he would not let himself fall that low just yet.

Finally, he had to admit that attempting to meditate was useless. At least here, he yearned for the soft tranquility that was the Room of a Thousand Fountains. The soft rushing and prattle of water, the feel of the energy from the planets, the soft caress of grass on his skin, but he had made a promise to himself. He would only enter that sacred place, his favorite place, when he was taken in by a Jedi as an apprentice. A foolish idea, but one he felt complied to hold to.

He gently unfolded his body, raising up from the padding having no success in curbing his rampant emotions. He let out a soft sigh of defeat, a sigh he gave out far to often it seemed. It was most likely time to eat, but how could he manage to hold the food in when his stomach felt like it was crushing itself as if enjoying the suffering and humiliation it caused him to not be able to control himself.

He needed a walk perhaps, yes, to drain the excess energy that was grappling him in its clutches. He stepped form the room into the vast Temple hallways and choose one at random to walk down fingering the curved hilt of his lightsaber. A soft reminder of his oath and dreams, the only thing that separated him from the hundreds of hopefuls, his lightsaber.

 

[Jax Vos]

Qyv Xinn was standing on Ambria with Si-Vir Qkilan. Si-vi, as her friends called her, pulled him close and looked deep into his eyes and said, "I love you Qyv. I want to stay with you forever." Then she kissed him passionetly. Suddenly a blaster was fired in the distance. Then Qyv saw a blaster pointed at them. Then he saw it wasn't a blaster but a lightsaber, his lightsaber, with a red crystal, held by a Sith Lord, pointed at Si-vi. Suddenly Si-vi was stabbed by the Sith. The Sith turned to Xinn and said, "Welcome home my son."

Qyv opened his eyes. He sat up relieved to find that it was just a dream. But not just a dream Si-vi had died almost a year ago.

Qyv put on his brown and green robes and stepped out of his room. Qyv saw his cousin and Master Kalna Zhim. He waved in her direction. She returned the wave.

I must find my parents' death records, Xinn thought.

Xinn found the death records and there in the middle of his father's records he read: MIA: CONFIRMED KILLED BY BLASTER FIRE.

Qyv Xinn knew his father was still alive that very moment.

 

[Samara]

Makara raised his arms over his head and streched himself, letting out a soft yawn, and moving his shoulders in circles afterward along with his neck once he was done. He was tired, too many nights out in the city with not enough sleep, tonight he had planned to fix that. Althought, truth be told most of his plans for every-day life were made in the heat of the moment, so nothing was set on stone for him.

Black pants with smooth shades in gray and a black shirt, simple and practical, were his choice for the night, along with a pair of brown boots.

His pace was as relaxed as always as he walked through the hallway, his weary eyes slowly attuning themselves to the new enviroment, blurry at first from the yawn and the fatigue. And just as his vision became crystal clear once more, he noticed a figure walking in front of him, furthermore he noticed that figure was Traven, and he looked even more distracted than him. That doesn't look good, thought Makara and he speeded his pace up a little, just enough to catch up with him from behind and put a hand over his left shoulder.

Are you alright Trav? You look even more abstracted than I, and thats really saying something -he said jokingly with a tired tone and a soft chuckle, as he looked towards him with his distinctive eyes, his irises stained in a dark indigo color. Despite his knighting Makara was still as relaxed as always, still showing no problem in talking to his peers or other padawans with as much confidence as if they were lifetime friends. His face was painted in white as always, only leaving eyes and mouth out of the picture, it had become a customary practice ever since he was a young padawan and it contrasted against the natural gray color of his skin.

 

[HunterOrdo]

His mind was in its own realm. Imaging what was to happen in the next few days, what would happen to him and the others. Questioning fate, wondering if there was more he could have done. Just a little more push here and there.. to help him reach the next level. Perhaps he could have concentrated purely on his Makashi, or maybe, expand his abilities within the force.

A sudden hand on his shoulder sent a bolt of electricity running down his spine. It took everything he had to not jump from the sudden surprise. Although soon embarrassment rushed in at the knowledge he didnt sense them.

"Are you alright Trav? You look even more abstracted than I, and thats really saying something" The owner of the hand said, relief and a breath he did not know he was holding escaped him. "Makara!" He turned to face him, and sure enough he was right. He doubted he could confuse anyone in the galaxy with Makara. The horns, skin tone, make-up, and overall laid back attitude made him a species all on his own, or at least to his eyes, and given that hes never left the temple, Makara was a rare being.

"I'm" He started pausing to consider the question. Was he fine? Well, physically he was in better shape than he had been in years, but the rest? Perhaps not. "How did you feel when the time came for the Masters to look for apprentices." He asked. He knew he had avoided the question asked, but it could help to see how other Jedi's saw this experience. Makara was now a Knight and had been through it all already, so his advice would be invaluable.. or so he hoped.

 

[Samara]

The painting on his face made him look as if he was always smiling, something that was partially true. He was smiling most of the time, it was a vague, calm, small smile, and he was now. He frowned a bit on the question without losing his humor, but he rose an eyebrow afterwards, widening his smile. He could understand what was troubling him with that question, he needed to know no more.- Hmm... -he muttered, bringing one hand to his chin and looking forward.

I was relaxed -he said finally, nothing no one could have figured- I could feel i was going to be picked. I was certain, like if it was destiny, i was completely confident in that... Haven't you ever felt like that? -he asked to Traven- The force guides us always, its just that some times its harder to feel its strings pulling from you -he explained- You shouldn't wander too much into the future, troubling yourself with concerns about what the future could be, since there is no end to that, try to focus on the present and the things that are certain, keep your mind clear. -Makara told him, finishing with a small chuckle again- Everything will be fine

His eyes went back to the padawan briefly- Compare this to anything that you've done for the first time. That kind of fear that makes you hesitate about something, until you manage to get enough courage to face it. Worrying or not worrying about it won't affect the outcome, but it will affect you. So stay calm, and whatever happens that day, you will always look back at it years after, and remember it with happiness and nostalgy at the same time. Thats a promise. -said with another of his smiles, backed up by his usual carefree and soothing voice.

 

[Syn]

Adonia bowed and then made her way out of the training arena and made her way to the mess hall. It was filled and that was to be expected, as most training ended at the same time, Adonia waited in line with the other padawans waiting to be fed, while she waited she enjoyed conversation with some of her more familiar peers. Adonia spotted her friend Matsu who was in the front of the line, she waved to her but as expected she did not get a response back, Matsu was rather quiet, in fact she didn’t talk at all, at least not in the way others expected her too. Her silence did not bother Adonia however as she learned to speak with her in their own way. Finally getting her food Adonia made her way to the empty table to sit with Matsu, she placed down her tray and plopped in her seat, shooting a bright smile across at Matsu. Adonia reached over and pulled up the sleeve to friends’ robes, “You know one day it won’t grow back, and then where will you be?” Adonia did not speak with words, she reached Matsu the only way she knew, and that was on the mental Plain.

“Did a Parry drill with Tavian today; he forgot it was a parry drill halfway through, so I had to remind him, what did you do today besides torture yourself?” Alayna drank from her ice cold glass and took a relaxing deep breath, which was cut short by a strong pain in her abdomen; she would go to the infirmary tonight as Tavian most likely broke one of her ribs.

Matsu looked at Adonia and for a brief moment smiled not speaking as she raised an eyebrow and her words whispered through the force for her friend. "Yes but by then I hope to be fast enough to not get hit." Slowly Matsu looked back behind Adonia and made a note as she took another bite and speaking and opening her coat to show the tunic and leather. "So do you know when the choosing will be? I am curious about what sort of master would choose me." With a slight grin Matsu placed her hat on the table and held out her hand gently making it spin a little before she stopped and as it dropped she grabbed it mere centimeters from the table. "I need to get faster. Do you have any interesting gossip Adonia? The others like to speak with you."

 

[HunterOrdo]

Complete and total confidence in himself? "I felt that once. I lost." He replied with a smile. It wasnt a fake smile, or one filled with sorry, just a soft nostalgic smile of his brief time on top of the world.. or the sparring world to be exact.

"Live in the moment." He said softly. Gently playing with his padawan pony tail, rolling it between his fingers as he thought. It was a rather popular idea that had spread among the Jedi. The idea of the living force. The force does guide them all, but sometimes he wished he could fight that. Choose his own destiny, but he was no master of the force, he held no great wisdom or ability to perceive and understand the ways of the force, but perhaps that was a part of being a Jedi? That one had to have faith.

"You.." He began slowly. Fully considering what the Knight said "Are probably right. Right now it feels like the whole world is dependent on this one day, this one moment in time." Maybe someday he would look back and laugh at the nervous and anxiety filled padawan. Hope was a powerful thing it is said, and only now did he truly appreciate that phrase.

"Ill hold you to that promise." Traven said smiling and pointing to him "I will become a knight." He declared with around three times the confidence he truly had, but it was a step in the right direction, he supposed. "So Makara, how has being a Jedi Knight treated you?" He asked as he slowly lead the way to the dinning hall.

The monster thrashing around in his stomach had quieted down and maybe, just maybe he could get some food down.

 

[Samara]

Makara nodded. "Live the moment". For him it was exactly that. He was confident in the force, and overall, in himself. He held in high regard his own ability to improvise, which was in turn favoured by the fact that he was proficent at keeping his mind clear, and the confidence that he had in the force and destiny itself. If things had a solution, why worry? And if they hadn't, why worry? Same applied for destiny. If things were fated to happen, then there was nothing to worry at all, since there was no escaping. And if they weren't, then there was nothing to worry about either, because nothing was set on stone.

You just have to flow with it -he said afterwards- That's the spirit -added with a soft laughter and commented on his knighting- I know wouldn't bet against it

Makara thought on how his knight life was treating him for a moment before speaking again. The freedom and what he had been longing for, leaving behind the comfort of a master, the confidence in him as if nothing could go wrong while you were with him. And it felt like you were suddenly on your own, free at last, but alone, making it a bittersweet accomplishment- Well... I shouldn't say this to you just yet... -he gave him a serious look, before making a panning of their sorroundings, and finally looking back at him with a smile of complicity- But the ladies are crazy over Jedi Knights, i can't hardly walk down the street without stepping over torsos of the prostrate

 

[HunterOrdo]

The thought of hearing a secret about the life of a Jedi Knight had Traven practically tripping over himself to get closer. What could make Makara so worried to say that he would scan their surroundings? His mind filled with the possibilities.

"But the ladies are crazy over Jedi Knights, i can't hardly walk down the street without stepping over torsos of the prostrate" Travens face was blank and his mind slowly began to decipher what he had just heard. Once he did, however, his face turned a bright red. "I.." He tried to gather his wits to reply "You.." He was even starting to mumble a little in trying to get a sentence out. In the temple, it was safe to say one had a guarded upbringing, save for the few fast maturing Padawans, but Traven always held on to the thought that Jedi should never do such things, although a young teenage boy was still a teenage boy.

Much to his relief the hallway opened up to the dinner hall. "Hey look its.." He said trying to muster some form of confidence.. "That one girl." He said pointing randomly to a group of two girls and a guy. He didnt know their names, but his mind was still on halt. Makara had temporarily fried his circuits.

 

[Samara]

The Knight laughed openly after seeing the Padawan's face, it was a joyful, contagious laughter, only ending when Traven pointed towards a group of two girls and one boy calling his attention. Only then he stopped laughing, and acted with more dissimulation.

You like her? -he asked, his eyes shifting quickly from Traven to the girls and back again, yet still unable to remove the smile on his face. His hands went inside his pockets in a vague display as they walked not knowing where the other one was heading to, but now Traven had forgotten about his concerns, and soon he would be laughing of Makara's comments, hopefully, in company of other padawans. And that was all that mattered.

 

[HunterOrdo]

"Dont even know her name." He mumbled back to the question. Honestly, how can one like someone if they do not know their name? A puzzling question indeed, although he was hesitant to ask such a thing give the last answer he received.

He grew faintly red again at the memory of it. He wanted to yell in frustration over having walked so easily into one of Makara's jokes. It seemed he never learned, and he doubted he ever would at the moment. Lost in his thoughts, his feet did indeed carry him over to the group he pointed at earlier, and upon closer inspection, yep, he knew none of them.

He was never close to the other padawans. He preferred to study and train on his own than in pairs, and socializing wasnt his strongest ability. He did have to act quickly here, least Makara do something.. anything really.

"Hello..o." He smiled awkwardly almost stuttering the last syllable "I am Traven Oli."

 

[Markus Cale]

Killian Lok was tired. Tired as all hell. The last few months have been hell for him after all. And it was no secret. His fellow Padawans had held him in an odd way since the accident. Ever since his Master was killed, Killian hadn't been the same. Gone was the kind, eccentric boy with a knack for jokes. Killian was now more quiet then ever, and was much more contemplative. He spent whole days in the Archives, surmising through mountains of history, thoughts, ideals, etc. Hours would go by and Killian wouldn't even realize this. He was to be assigned a new Master soon but had not been given one just yet. He figured the Council was deciding on whether or not to kick him out of the Order. He couldn't save his Master, so what good of a Jedi was he?

Killian moved down towards the hallway, straight to the Mess Hall. It was late, and Killians eyes were on fire. His dark red facial tattoos barely hid such an effect, and his pale yellow Zabrak skin did not help in the slightest. Fiddling with his datapad, Killian looked up information on Jabiim, his home once. He was from the torrential planet. Ironically, he had lost both his Father, Mother, AND his Master there. It was a planet he detested and hated with a deep passion.

Killian walked into the Mess Hall, and put the Datapad away for the time-being. He spotted several Padawans that he barely recognized but had seen before. He didn't talk to them anymore and was probably seen as a Social Outcast if anything else. Killian was standing in the doorway now, his light brown robes contrasting against the light. He was so caught up in thought, he barely noticed that he was standing in the doorway. Eventually, someone walked past and he snapped back from his trance.

Rubbing his temples, Killian walked up besides Makara, staring at Traven and the other girls. Killian raised an eyebrow at the situation, curious as to what was going on. It was odd to see inter-gender relationships in the Order. True that the NJO allowed marriage and love, but even so, Killian found it to be a terrible idea. Attaching yourself to a woman or significant other was a sure path to the Dark Side. A lover could be a target, or something far worse. For now, Killian stood there, solid as a wall, watching the scene, not noticing Makara.

 

[Darius]

Adonia laughed out loud, it was an odd way to look at amputation but if it helped her train, the she could not complain. “Suit yourself; loss of limb will not excuse you from levitation drills.” Adonia gave her a bright smile a she turned to her food, she wasn’t particularly hungry, but she knew hers maters would flip out if that found out she was not eating all her food. Adonia face brightened once more when Matsu mentioned the choosing, Adonia longed for the honor to train with a Jedi master, it was all she thought about for the past thirteen years. [I]“I haven’t a clue, you know how the council is about that, we will be chosen when they see fit.”[/I]

Adonia bushed her hair out of her face and looked over toward Chora, who true to form looked rather upset and morose, “Chora I don’t know why you sat over their, knowing I was going to call you over here anyway.” Adonia looked to Matsu who inquired into the happenings to the castle, “I don’t pay attention to half the stuff that goes on around here, but lately the infirmary has been full with younglings trying to impress the Jedi that have arrived for the choosing.” Adonia looked back to Chora grinning at her as she raised her eyebrow, “have to come over there and get you do I?” Adonia playfully jumped up as if she was on her way over but the crack and strong pain in her ribs demanded otherwise. “The Snake got me good…” Alayna relayed to Matsu, as her breathing became labored.

 

[Syn]

Matsu looked at Adonia and stood up as she moved and bounded over the table to Adonia's side and placed a hand on her shoulder holding out her bacta gel and she gave a look of slight concern before standing back up and looking at the woman Adonia had called Chora and Matsu looked around as she spoke. "You need to get to the medical bay, a cracked rib will not help if it goes into you organs. Then you'll get plenty of rest and food while your laid up." With a look Matsu went back to the table and grabbed some bread and held it to Adonia as she raised her eyebrows."Eat."

 

[Natise]

Chora's golden eyes shot up immediately. She had felt slight remorse for not speaking to Adonia since she had returned, one of the only emotions she had felt. But, as Adonia rose to actually reach out to Chora, a new emotion came, joy. Maybe Chora could keep living, countless people have managed to go through life with only one or two friends, but she also remembered something else. Something she had read in the sith holocrons she had secrectly read.

She learned of the sith lords, the power they possessed. A power she craved. She knew it was against the jedi way, but then again, she did not really care for the jedi. She still was unsure of her destiny, but for now she decided that emotion of any kind would be too much of a weakness for her to deal with.

As Adonia raised, Chora put a slight amount of pressure on her cracked rib through the force. Just enough to distract her from visiting Chora, and enough to get Matsu concerned with the health of her friend. When the two began conversing, Chora rose and swiftly headed towards the exit, as she did she saw Traven speaking to Master Makara. She hoped the master had not been able to sense any of the events that had occurred moments later. The last thing Chora needed was the jedi council paying any attention to her. She pushed this thought out of her mind though, and exited the mess hall, heading towards her chambers.

 

[HunterOrdo]

Traven felt his already weak smile weaken every second from the silence. Was he invisible? Not worth their time? What was it? He stood there aware of how foolish he must look to the other padawans. He could even see some snicker and giggle at the sight. A padawan trying to talk to two people and.. completely ignored. He felt a huge tidal wave of embarrassment that descended crushing what self-confidence he had.

"Makara.." He whispered staring blankly at the wall "what?" He asked although he did not finish the question. He was at a lost, never before had he been blatantly ignored. It was like his existence meant nothing.. what was he to do?

Well, as in the case with most young boys. When facing a situation that you cant beat, it was time to flee. Lowering his head, he turned on his heel and started walking. He didnt look up dreading the sight of the most likely giggling faces that were no doubt enjoying his shame.