When Destiny Calls..

[StarWriter]

Arkanis
Ark-Sector Conveyance Experts, Headquarters
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The land given to them by the governing body of the planet for all of their efforts in improving the sector over the last several years. There was a homestead of sorts built to their specifications in a scenic region of Arkanis. Simple, practical and built their specifications every member of A.C.E. had had a hand in designing it. As such, there was a modestly sized, yet ornately detailed chamber that was a near perfect replication of a portion of the Jedi Temple on Tython. A memorial statue of his former master was inset into the wall farthest from the door. Meant for training and meditation, it was here where Tycho spent much of his time when they weren't out on a mission.

A few weeks had passed since the harrowing events on Ryloth, and their return home to Arkanis. One of their number had been taken captive and tortured grievously. Though they had banded together and brought a furious rescue to its successful conclusion, their family had not come out of it unscathed. Not only had Hart suffered at the hands of Zosma, but several of them were wounded during the rescue that even with the aide of Force Healing and bacta, it had taken time to heal. Though their bodies were mending, some of the wounds inflicted had been more than physical. The young Jedi knew that a few of his beloved group had not come home without more than a few scars, ones that would take far longer to heal.

As for the Jedi himself, he had spent much of the time since their return in deep contemplation and meditation. His wounds were minor by comparison and had mended quickly. With the downtime came a restlessness that he couldn't explain, which is why he had secluded himself in the small temple here to seek answers. Answers that came with the remembrance of his master's death. Of a promise made and a quest unfulfilled. Hours spent in the archives on Tython, studying the holocron they'd found and the four points on the starmap he had committed to memory. Dantooine. Csilla. Dagobah. Ossus. Four worlds, on opposite sides of the galaxy.

Tycho's brow furrowed a bit as he pondered the four locations. Eyes closed. Legs crossed over one another as he sat, slightly elevated off the floor via telekinesis. Four lightsabers sat in an organized row in front of him. His robes hung to the floor below him, and his open palms were at rest upon his knees. So much had come to pass since Master Kayde's death. And in all that time he'd yet to even attempt to honor the promise he made to her. That regret, began to weigh heavily on his shoulders. And after Ryloth, he had begun to think often of the task and the destiny for which he suspected lay before him. And yet, as he had thrown his lot in with those he now called family, he found it difficult to come to a decision. Leaving them to go out on his own was something that the Jedi found far more difficult to do that he had first believed.

Spoiler

@Sangga @Frannykins87 @Killa Ree @Kaylon Neroka @Pippa Rhute

 

[Killa Ree]

Rage was familiar, predictable, one of the few things she could rely on to survive through harrowing events. But the events on Ryloth forever changed that dependency; for once, Kat was at a true loss. Her injuries weren't terrible; but they sang with pain now and then, a small reminder that they were targets in a continuous cutthroat world. A week after healing, she had fallen into a stupor; her mind had drifted to quiet, her breathing slowed, her eyes slowly drifted shut.

Images... faces. Unfamiliar ones, and a few she knew. Stars, it didn't make any sense. Three times in a row, the same dream. Only when she was sleeping, and the last one didn't help at all; there were voices, broken and what words that came through didn't make sense, unless she simply forgot in her age. Time slowed the moment she could feel her shoulders relax back, head tilted slightly. For a few blessed seconds, she was allowed some time to think and feel nothing, and truly sink back.

Truth be told, she was tired. Exhausted to the bone, really. After all those years spent on anger, she didn't have much drive left. There was the crew; the closest thing to a true family an old gal like her could ever want. But it just wasn't her thing. Suddenly, there was this... feeling. A tug. Something was pushing at her mind, prodding her back into awareness with a reluctant sigh. She bit back a soft groan as she staggered upright, then groaned again at the displayed time. Four hours, and it still wasn't long enough. Even after the physical wounds had healed, the sensations remained, knotted up inside muscle as if afraid to let go.

Slowly, she padded out, forgoing her synthetics for a dark grey jumpsuit, the sleeves rolled up to the curve of her biceps. Standard boots tapped along as she followed that tugging; whatever it was, it gakking wouldn't let her relax now! To Ty's quarters, no less; she would have chuckled in amusement, had she not been irked at being pulled back down from her mindless drifting. She hesitated, suddenly uncertain. Maybe... she frowned at the thought, but it still niggled there, gnawing at a former slave's cynical mind.

Maybe the Force was real.

She knocked lightly on the entrance. If there was no answer, gut bedamned, and she'd go get a drink.

 

[StarWriter]

Emotions. The teachings of the Jedi Order referred to them as dangerous, which by nature they were not. Not to most, yet to one sensitive to the Force it was a quite different story. Of course, his former master had been one of a few who were not so rigid when it came to the more monastic rigidity of the Order's training. Yet even with those who allowed their emotions more leeway, they did so with the full understanding of the risk involved in doing so. Tycho's emotions had always been quite strong, and as such, he'd had to struggle a bit harder than most of his peers to meet the same equilibrium with the Force.

Given his affinity for certain aspects of that all encompassing energy, the emotions of those he surrounded himself with were always vivid in his mind. Some more than others. Rage most of all he felt from the group as a whole, a constant beacon of the years as they hunted Zosma. Faced adversity. In many, it had become tempered, the flames cooled in more than a few. None so noticeably than their resident Mandolorian. Tycho knew that was largely due to the presence of and romantic involvement with Alisha. Though Kyllan's fire would likely remain fierce as ever, it had been stoked by a different spark.

It was the once ferocious blaze of rage that burned within the former slave in their group that he felt the strongest intensity of anger. Rightly so. The last few evenings he had felt tremors in the vicinity, ripples along the Force that had interrupted his meditations more than a few times. The reasoning was beyond him for the moment as he was focused on his own tribulations, until the knock came to his door.

"You can come in Kat." Was the swift reply, his voice clear as if he were standing next to her. Or at least it was clear in her mind. By now they all were quite aware of his proclivity for speaking with his thoughts.

The door would suddenly slide open without prompting or any action on her part as Tycho opened with aide of the Force. Granting her a clear view of the robed Jedi as he hovered off of the floor, in his lotus position. His head was slightly down turned towards his lap, eyes closed gently though a soft welcoming smile graced his lips once she could see him.

 

[Frannykins87]

Whenever Alisha felt restless, there was always one thing that kept her hands steady and her mind focused. Her job. After the events at Ryloth, Alisha spent a copious amount of time fixing things that most people would consider trivial, to keep herself from becoming agitated. Even having Kyllan nearby sometimes, did not ease the stress that she felt. She could have lost him. She could have lost Hart. She could have lost her family.

It was at that thought, while she carefully rewired some small component at the back of the external side of the Yoania, her gaze intense, that she felt a tug at the heartstrings. She generally tried to speak to her father as often as she could, but this time it had been a while. She didn't want to tell him the events at Ryloth..She felt it would have been too much for him to bear. Every time they made a holo call, he'd appear slightly thinner, grayer and generally slightly more stressed than the time before. She was starting to get seriously worried. She also had a feeling he wasn't telling her something...Why are all men so stubborn? She'd think. Her hands retracted quickly, as her thoughts made her lose concentration and a spark flew, burning her skin on the back of her hand slightly.

"Ugh, not again.." She sighs, and steps backwards, shaking her head and observing her handiwork. It was getting harder and harder actually finding something to do. She decides that maybe she could see what Kyllan was up to. Her face subconsciously wore a smile at the thought of him. She didn't think she would find him in their quarters, but she didn't see him leave the ship, although she was so focused it would have been easy for her to miss him, since she was working at the back.

She walked around the ship and entered the landing pad, and called out to him, in case he was there. Upon hearing no reply, she climbs back down and heads to the nearest cantina.

 

[Killa Ree]

Doorways, thresholds. The few places where an event could make or break a lifetime. She usually seemed to have a good instinct when it came to both literal and figurative doorways; this one was good, definitely anticipated, but nonetheless, she hesitated a moment, gazing at the levitating Jedi with the faintest raise of her brows and a pursing of her lips. This was stretching belief, even for one of her like who had seen too much to be starry-eyed.

Slowly she paced in, mindful to not openly stare at Tycho, but instead let her pale eyes drift around the space, taking in most details and filing them away. Despite all the years she spent with this group, she always hesitated on stepping on others' bounds. This was no exception. But then a faint smile curled across her lips, with the faintest shake of her head. "I don't know why I'm here," she mumbled, self-consciously plucking at a sleeve, then chuckling. "Though maybe you might have some sense of it." Her eyes narrowed briefly, and then came a sigh.

"I will admit, seeing you floating about faintly smacks of disbelief." Amused irony rang behind those words; she would have used her own thoughts as speech, but such capabilities were far beyond the cynical Twi'lek. All three lekkus twitched in betrayal of faint discomfort, despite the peace that threatened to overwhelm around her. She would wait, at least long enough so that she wouldn't disturb his own mental travels, or whatever heebie-jeebie thing he was doing. Seeing none too many places to sit that wouldn't feel intrusive, she sank to the floor, cross legged, and propped her chin in her hands. For once, she had time.

 

[StarWriter]

Kyllan had been in the cargo bay, taking his weapons apart, and tinkering with them a bit. Replacing worn out components and ensuring that they were in top condition as always. He knew Alisha was somewhere trying to distract herself by 'fixing' whatever she could find to work on. It saddened him some to see her like this, knowing that the memories of Ryloth were still fresh in everyone's minds. He understood how she felt, several of their family had come out of that place with more than a few scars, scars that reminded all of them that they could have easily lost more than one of them to that slug's worthless machinations.

When he heard her call out for him he had already finished tending to his weapons and was out on the landing pad inspecting the exterior of the Entendre. He was up on top of the freighter at the time, focused on securing a panel. Kyllan spotted her heading away from the landing pad and used his jetpack to fly off of the ship and come to walk beside her. A warm smile on his face as he'd slip an arm around her waist. "You alright love?" He'd ask, pulling her tightly against him. Having her close helped ease his own stress more than she'd ever know.

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Though his eyes remained closed, his head tilted to follow her movements into the room making it apparent that the Jedi did not need his eyes in order to see her. "You're here because the Force has called to you." He said simply, lids slowly raising to look at her with his vibrant sapphire hues. "You're not wrong, Kat. You're Force sensitive. I knew that the moment we met, though until now I did not feel right saying anything. Other members of my Order would have instantly begun to prattle on about The Force and how you should seek a temple to train at. Good practice as the Force can be dangerous to those who don't know how to properly use their gifts." Tycho smiled wryly.

"I however felt that it was not the right time to do so. Despite how much turmoil is within you, which can be dangerous, I haven't seen you manifest the Force...until now."

Her ironic words caused a grin to crack the corner of his mouth and he held his palms out and opened towards her. The lightsabers on the floor rose up into the air and slowly rotated like satellites around him. His eyes closed once more as he reached out with the Force, brow furrowed slightly with concentration as he sought to lift her up from the floor to hover in the air directly across from him. "That it does. And yet, with all of the things you've seen me capable of and that which I now do. Can you really continue to disbelieve?" Tycho's eyes looked to her once more, a warm smile on his face. Beads of sweat rolled down his cheek from the exertion of splitting his focus on so many things at once, yet his control never faltered.

"You can learn to do this too, Kat. I can teach you but only if you want me to. It won't be easy, but from what I know of you that I don't think is a hurdle at all. Let me train you to use the Force and show you the ways of the Jedi. It may bring you peace, or some semblance of it and help you find the answers to your questions. And questions to your answers." That was a bit cryptic for his liking and Tycho's brow furrowed, a soft chuckle escaped him.

 

[Killa Ree]

Her fingers tightened on the fabric of her jumpsuit when she was suddenly lifted off the floor. Even though the support of... whatever it was, made her levitate not quite as high as would be uncomfortable, she was not willing to collapse to a heap on the ground in case he lost his focus, or anything of the sort. But he mentioned... "Hang on a bit. You're telling me you thought I was connected to the Force in some way? And you knew about it?" Levitation temporarily forgotten, those pale eyes gleamed with curiosity. But when he mentioned others, a wry smile lifted the corner of her lips. "Heh, a few of your kind tried jabbering some sort of bantha poo at me, but I told them not so nicely where they could lip a junker if they wanted." A dull flush of darker violet colored her cheeks. "I thought they were just trap-springers waiting to use me for money..."

She paused again, this time face set in taut lines, intense scrutiny scouring his face. "Call me a pessimist. Whatd'ya mean, until now? Didn't move anything with my mind, not that I haven't tried years before." A wryly ironic tone rang in her voice, fingers steadily releasing their death grip on the worn fabric, shoulders sinking back.

"Huh... peace. Sounds simple enough, doesn't it? All right then. Though questions from my answers? No thanks." A responding grin came from his laugh, crinkling at the corners of her eyes as she did so. "But don't you think I'm a bit old for training?" Came the swift quip, arms folding beneath her bust. "I'd imagine I'm a good ten years your senior, if not more. And also.." this stare was deadpan, seriousness wiping all traces of humor from the Twi-lek's face. "My gut tells me something's ticking in that mind of yours. Spill."

 

[Pippa]

Pippa awoke in an unfamiliar room. It was dimly lit but as she began to become more aware of her surroundings it looked like one of the habitation rooms at the A.C.E compound, but a little different. It seemed to have been stripped of many of the more plush or fabric room fitting and had taken on a clinical feel with coated tiles and wipe-able surfaces. In place of normal drawers and wardrobe there was instead a medicine cabinet and an emergency triage machine. Looking at the large bed she was on and at the series of instruments she appeared to be hooked up to she concluded that this was likely a medical room that the team had converted to deal with their injuries after... her memories came flooding back. Hart, the underground base, Zosma, the corridor... but then what? There had been a flash and she seemed to remember a complex series of smells, including burnt hair, plasma-conductive fluid, vaporised Tibanna enriched fuel...and something she could not place, an earthy smell that was somehow both like ether and the smell of metallic electrolysis. Her feet itched terribly.

She looked down to the stumps where her legs had once been. Her prosthetics had been removed while she was unconscious and scanning the room she found them to the side of the bed. She rubbed her fingers over the scarred flesh and attachment sockets. She wished that she could stop the itching on the phantom limbs, nothing she'd done so far had seemed to make much difference. Moving up her legs she found that there were a lot small patches of shorter hair. And occasional bald spots, more so than usual. Working her way through the patchy fur she felt a series of small cuts and scars at the heart of each of the new coat discrepancies. She must've been quite badly hurt. The colour of the scarring and the length of the hair indicated that it was likely she'd been asleep for at least two weeks, probably closer to four and for a species that only needed two hours of sleep a cycle, that was an incredibly long time. She'd have to know more to work out what had happened down there, she had to find someone. Dragging herself over to one side with all the strength she could muster in her arms she had a proper look at the readout on one of the machines. The effort was exhausting but by studying the display she could tell there was nothing that required her to remain in bed.

Hauling her self upright she detached the tubes and anodes attached to her. She then pulled herself along to end of the bed a few inches at at time, pausing every so often to catch her breath. Eventually she managed to get into reach of her legs. Lifting them up on to the bed one at a time she started the reattachment process. Sockets popped into place, seals hissed shut and Pippa winced as the sensor bolts drove into her nerve endings. It was always a painful, moment a sad necessity of bionics that are designed to be removed. But she new that she'd never be happy with a permanent design, so this was the trade off. She was glad however to discover that the legs were fully charged, she'd be able to move around under the strength of their actuators alone without having to rely on her weakened state any further. Popping off the bed and grabbing up the flame retardant tunic that she wore most of the time, she made her way out of the impromptu hospital room.

Outside the room she bumped into a large shape. MU1 was coiled in standby and charging from a wall socket. Pippa looked at the droid and considered waking it but in the end decided it would be better to talk to someone who's brain she hadn't helped design. The base was quiet. Pippa couldn't hear any sounds above the rain on the roof outside. She wondered if everyone had left, or if no one else had come back. Panic began to set in. Using what strength she could she pottered about the base, going from empty room to empty room, nothing but the faint patter of droplets on the roof and windows. Worry flooding through her and tightness began to form in her chest. Was she alone? Again? Could she survive that? Why did her feet itch so? Worry turned to irritation in a moment and she puzzled over her phantom feet. There must be a big storm coming for it to be this bad. Just as she was thinking about preparing the base's storm shutters she heard the faint sounds of conversation, just audible over the drizzle with her sharp Charda-fan ears. Pottering as fast as she could to the source of the sound she came upon the hall leading to Tycho's mini temple. She paused. She'd never really visited it before, something about the energy of the place made her feel very aware of the limbs she'd lost, normally her prosthetics were enough for her to almost forget. But talking to someone would be more important than worrying about that and she pressed onward.

A squeaky and weak sounding voice interrupted from behind a floating Kat, "I am sorry to interrupt, but I have been asleep and I am unsure of what happened, did we save Hart? Is everyone okay? Where is everyone?".

 

[Frannykins87]

Alisha heard the now familiar sound of Kyllan's jet pack approaching her, and began to smile sweetly before she turned and saw him put his arm around her waist.

"I'm better now, babe! " She replies cheerfully to his question, and gives him a small, affectionate kiss. "Was doing some fixing..not that the Yoania needed it, really, but it's good to keep it in good working order. Pippa would be...well she's resting now I didn't want to disturb.." A flash of concern appeared on her face, but she knew that little furry creature would be ok. Still. She was her friend, and for a momente she hesitated, maybe she should go check on her?

Despite never being a particularly talkative individual, Alisha felt so at ease with Kyllan that she usually ended up blabbing to him about anything and everything. It helped her a great deal with anything the group was going through. She leaned into him a bit, as they keep walking towards the cantina. She wraps her own arm around his back, holding herself close to him. She slows down the pace and looks back at the ship.

"Should we check if Pippa is ok? " She bites her lower lips then turns back to him with a rather puzzled face.

"I am torn between letting her rest or check on her..."

 

[StarWriter]

"Hang on a bit. You're telling me you thought I was connected to the Force in some way? And you knew about it?"
His lips pursed into a soft smile and he dipped his head into a nod. "Yes. Anyone who's trained enough in the use of the Force can sense the connection and extent of which in others. To varying degrees. Just as with all things, some people are more attuned to sensing the sensitivity in others. For one such as myself who's gifted in the use the more mental aspects of the Force, it comes easier."

"You have a strong connection to the Force. Or you could, under the proper tutelage." The comments she made about her previous interactions with those who could sense her connection brought a soft chuckle billowing up from his chest. "It's quite likely they were Jedi. Had they been Sith they would not have been so casual with it and we very likely would not be having this conversation now." His expression soured as he said that. Every member of A.C.E. had faced the Sith at this point, it was one of the most harrowing and frightening moments of their time together and was the moment in which Tycho revealed himself for what he was to the group.


"Call me a pessimist. Whatd'ya mean, until now? Didn't move anything with my mind, not that I haven't tried years before."

Tycho's cerulean gaze fell upon her when she said that and he brought his hands together, fingers interlacing with one another as he continued to hover in the air in front of her. The various lightsabers drifted around his form like sluggishly moving satellites as he spoke. "There's far more to the Force than merely being able to move things with your mind. It can enhance your senses, allow you perceptions far beyond the norm for others. It can imbue a Jedi with great speed and agility to perform great feats of dexterity." His mouth closed yet his next words were just as clear as if her were still giving them voice. "Some can directly connect with the thoughts and mind of others and communicate, impart feelings, images or worse, control others as the Sith are so fond of doing. And it can allow you great influence over weak willed individuals." Once again his lips moved. "As I was meditating I felt a disturbance in the Force close by, and not a few moments later you came to my door. It is no coincidence. You've experienced something quite familiar to me. We call it Precognition. Often, Jedi are capable of seeing visions of things through the Force. Sometimes they are of things that have come to pass. Sometimes they have yet to happen and others may even be taking place as you sense them. Am I right?" He asked of her, concern wrinkling the edges of his expression.

That hint of concern faded as a raucous bit of laughter roiled through him. "Of course, you're positively ancient. I don't know if I have the proper instruction myself to train the elderly." The laughter diminished and he shook his head. "It's true, the Order does prefer to take those sensitive to the Force at much younger ages when the mind is more open to new things and not constrained by years of set habits and ways of thinking. However, it's far to dangerous to go without any instruction. The Force is a wondrous thing, and eventually you may accidentally unleash it without knowing upon someone or yourself and that could be disastrous." Tycho cleared his throat and couldn't help but grin a bit to himself. Never did he see himself as the teaching type. He was a dedicated Jedi and loved the Order and all it stood for but he never had any inclination he'd ever approach the wisdom of the Jedi Masters. "Besides, I wasn't taken into the order until I was a teenager. Even that's considered 'too old' and yet you can see for yourself that that doesn't matter." For atmosphere he ignited the four lightsabers with a thought, the iconic strum of the cerulean blades coming alive and the steady hum echoed throughout the small temple.

The trialing echo of her last words caught his attention and a crease in his brow revealed her perceptiveness had hit the mark. "You're not wrong Kat. I..." He fell silent for a moment, eyes shut as he allowed himself a deep inhalation of breath and his expression became a solemn one. "Made a promise to someone a long time ago. My former master, Sammara Kayde. That statue behind me is of her. My own little memorial as it were. Before she was cut down by a Sith blade buying me and a fellow apprentice time to get away, she made me swear to follow the destiny the Force had in store for me." One by one the lightsabers extinguished yet maintained their orbit around him. Reaching to his right hip he pulled another, older looking hilt from his belt. There was still some carbon scoring on its housing as he rolled it in his palms, his gaze drawn to the weapon that in all their time together had remained on his hip. Untouched and unused. A gentle flick of the switch and the vibrant emerald blade rose out of the hilt with a sharp hiss, the glow flickered a bit from disuse but for a moment. "During my trials we went to a lost Jedi Temple, built countless years before and forgotten. We found a holocron, a device used by Jedi for centuries to hold information, knowledge, history. We barely had time to realize what we had when the Sith attacked. I managed to bring the holocron back to the Temple on Tython." His eyes closed shut tightly for a moment as he said the name of his home for so many years. "It was lost when the planet was destroyed five years ago, but I still remember the data it held. And now..." He looked up at Kat, brow furrowed somberly. "I feel that I must answer the will of the Force and continue the journey I began so long ago....I have to leave for a little while..."

"I am sorry to interrupt, but I have been asleep and I am unsure of what happened, did we save Hart? Is everyone okay? Where is everyone?".

Tycho was almost as grateful for the Chadra-fan's interruption for the fact that silence his long winded tirade as he was to see his good friend up and about, if a little worse for wear. As he knew they had quite a bit to discuss and he had proven his point, Kat would slowly descend to the floor until her feet alighted softly upon the smooth stone. He stretched out his legs, letting them extend as his feet made contact with the floor as well. His own lightasbers drifted back beneath his robes, secured once more on his belt as he deactivated his Master's old blade and placed it back where it had been previously.

"Pippa. It's good to see you recovered. I'm sure the others will be grateful to hear you're awake and moving again." Tycho sensed a great deal of apprehension and panic coming from his small friend and he smiled. "Everyone is alive and well. You need not fear. Our illustrious captains are both doing well and recovered from their own wounds." As he looked between the two women his brow raised curiously. "Were it not for the fact that I know better, I would find it coincidental that both of you are here at this moment. Two of the only other Force sensitives among us." He brought his hand up, crooked in his other arm, fingers cradling his chin as he began to contemplate on the timing of all of this.


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Kyllan's eyes lit up as she kissed him and he reciprocated in kind. "We all deal with things in our own ways. With you and Pip, you tinker."

A warm smile curled his lips as they walked and he squeezed her tighter in his strong grasp. "She'll be fine love. Pip is as strong as she is strange. And Kat and Tycho are both in the compound so if anything happens they will be able to tell us. It's been weeks, but it's best if we let her come out of it on her own."

Kyllan was most at peace when he was with her. It was the somewhat innocent and compassionate demeanor of hers that he was drawn to so much. It was a good balance to his more hot-headed nature. Not that she couldn't be intensely fierce when the occasion called for it.

"Come on, let's get a few drinks and when we come back we can check up on her." He said, glancing at her as they reached the cantina doors. Their ships long out of sight and only the glow of the lights from their compound visible through the soft rainfall.

 

[Killa Ree]

She didn't speak for a moment, brow furrowed in thought as he spoke, only occasionally answering with a cracked grin or a nod. Those pale eyes seemed to contemplate something, when he mentioned her being ancient. Her lips twisted up into a full smirk, wagging her finger at him for emphasis. "You're straight enough on that. Treat your elders with respect, young man."

The grin faded when he continued again, her eyes getting a thoughtful cast when she remembered his mentioning precognition, the heel of her hand rubbing against her brow bone as if to tease out a memory. "You're not wrong off that mark, though; both about the Jedi, and about the... well, I called them dreams." There was a one-shoulder shrug when she stated it, eyes having taken a distant look. "But my last one was years ago, long before my little trips across the galaxy." Her voice held a note of irony, with the wry connotation to her years spent in slavery.

Her gaze returned when he mentioned his mentor, her eyes taking for the briefest moment a slightly liquid sheen. "I figured she was someone special... but I guess that means you're leaving, too. Too bad. I was thinking, if you'd want some company-"

At the sound of Pip's voice, she was suddenly snapped back to Arkanis. She would have leaped up, if she were ground-bound, but instead stretched her legs out tentatively, immediately pacing to kneel down to the little Chadra-Fan, lekkus twitching in her excitement. She would have hugged her, but instead opted for a light touch on one tiny shoulder, her face equal parts delight and concern. "Thank goodness you're all right. We were so worried... you were hurt..." her voice trailed off at Tycho's thoughtful words, turning her head just enough to glance his way. Another wryly ironic grin marked her next words.

"And if you've lived as long as I have, you'd know there's no such thing as coincidence."

 

[Pippa]

Pippa was flooded with relief. She was so glad that everyone was okay. As was her way her mind quickly switched focus to something else. "Force Sensitive? What does that mean? For that matter what is the force? I have heard it referred to in so many differing and contrasting contexts. I have heard it referred to as like a deity, as a cosmic force, as a base energy, as the complex excretions of otherwise undetectable microbial life, Ren you seem to talk about the force sometimes like it is a tool and sometimes as if it is an entity. I tried to research it on my own but the data banks were inconclusive and many scientists have no evidence or instruments to with any way to detect or measure it and-" The tiny being began to talk faster and faster as her curiosity poured out. Still weak from her coma the effort of it quickly caught up with her and she found herself suddenly winded and grabbed onto Kat's hand to steady herself. Each of her tiny hands grasping limply around a different finger. Looking up into the concerned face of the towering Twi'lek Pippa regained her composure. "I should probably try to eat something soft, would you help me to the canteen area. I would like to continue this discussion but-" she paused breathily "I need to slow down."

 

[StarWriter]

"You're straight enough on that. Treat your elders with respect, young man." A soft chuckle came from him at that and he wore a soft smile on his face.

"You're not wrong off that mark, though; both about the Jedi, and about the... well, I called them dreams." There was a one-shoulder shrug when she stated it, eyes having taken a distant look. "But my last one was years ago, long before my little trips across the galaxy."

The way she chose to remark on her time enslaved was interesting and he gave a soft nod. "The Force works differently for each person at times. I myself am no stranger to Precognition. It was how I was able to guide us to avoid some dangerous situations from time to time. Mostly my visions come when I'm in mediation, but if the need is strong enough there have been times when I've glimpsed things while merely doing other things."

"I figured she was someone special... " Seeing her glance past him towards the statue and the emotion in her eyes he lowered his gaze, eyes closing briefly in remembrance. "Yes, she was."

"but I guess that means you're leaving, too. Too bad. I was thinking, if you'd want some company-"

His brow raised with that and he smiled softly. Though he was more than capable on his own, these last few years have shown him how much he'd come to depend on others. And travelling by oneself was quite lonely. He had enough of that during his daily meditations.

"And if you've lived as long as I have, you'd know there's no such thing as coincidence." The words seemed to catch Tycho off guard and he looked to Kat thoughtfully. "Master Sammara used to say that quite often."

The soft voice of their beloved Chandra-fan began to rattle at her usual rapid pace only for her weak form to feel the effects of her lengthy recovery. He gently moved to flank her with Kat and smiled brightly. "Of course Pip. Let's get you some food and seated and I shall answer any questions you have to the best of my ability."

The Jedi extended his hands to her as if asking permission before he would hoist her into the air with the Force and onto his shoulder to be braced properly with a hand. A brief glance to Kat, he'd proceed to walk from his quarters to the group's common/eating area. He'd gently ease the Chadra-fan down onto a stool and go about getting them all something to eat.

"Force sensitive is a term we use to denote those individuals who have potential to utilize the Force. While the Force, surrounds us all and binds everything in the universe, a few possess the ability to actively tap into it. Manipulate it to achieve a wide variety of feats of skill, or otherwise..supernatural abilities. As you've seen me exhibit quite often."

As he filtered through the questions she had asked he laid out some food for the three of them, as well as drinks, then took a seat across from Pippa. "The Force is an energy field that permeates the universe. It connects everything within it and is in a way, both a cosmic force and an entity. It can corrupt those who misuse it. Hence the Sith. It reacts to strong emotion, and through that can corrupt a person's body and mind when they use it for vile ends."

He smirked a bit. "I'm not surprised they haven't been able to quantify it. The Force is something that those of us trained in its use can sense but it's elusive in a way. If Jedi didn't exist I doubt anyone would know the Force does either."

His vision narrowed on the small figure across from him. "I can sense that you could use the Force, as I do. Though I do not know to what severity or skill. Aptitude in the Force is as varied as the individuals that wield it. It would require training to find out just what you could do." He paused briefly. "Both of you. and I would appreciate the company when I leave Kat." He said to her earlier comment.

 

[Killa Ree]

"Wise master of you," she quipped, following them both to the common room, instantly some of the earlier tension easing from her shoulders. She listened to Pip's earlier comments on the Force and nodded along, glad she wasn't the only one with questions and thoughts of the faintly unbelievable abilities. Her gaze kept bouncing between the two of them, determined not to miss a moment as she herself settled down, for the moment more intent on listening than eating anything. "It's true, I've heard some of those things," she spoke up slowly, as if mincing her words. "And yet, some stories sounded to me more like a spacer too long on a run than an actual accounting." She shrugged, grinning to them both. "No offense, of course. I'm learning an old dog can still learn new tricks."

She winced slightly at the thought of strong emotions being used.. she well remembered the Sith encounter. Though some time ago, the memory of red blades and hateful gazes brought out a slight shudder. Would she really be like one of them, full of hate and rage? Even with her smart mouth and sass, she didn't want to consider herself one of those. "I've noticed you've been doing more than could be possible," a wry humorous nod to the events of Ryloth, particularly with Kaylon.

Pip? Use the Force? She glanced over at the Chadra-fan with something a measure greater than her standard affection; more like a bit of surprise. "Well... on that, I might not doubt," she chuckled, though it wasn't a teasing ribbing, but an honest comment. "Coincidence indeed..." came the amused drawl, shaking her head softly, two of the three lekkus drifting side to side with the movement. "I'd be delighted to go," she replied, with the trademark cocky grin and a toast with her glass in hand. "Adventures and new horizons are always welcome."

 

[Pippa]

Pippa slowly began to gain back her cognisance and energy as she gently chewed through the nourishing recovery paste. She squeaked in excitement at the possibility of using the force. "I am unsure of how you can be sure that I am able to use the force." She said around mouthfuls "I am still not certain what that entails entirely, but I am excited to attempt training and I think.." She paused for a moment to swallow the last of the paste "I would be very interested to join you on an adventure." Sitting up she took a mental stock of the situation as best she was able. It appeared that everyone else was mostly recovered from the Zosma ordeal, at least medically. It seems that she had taken the longest to recover and now most people had gone off to do their own things. "We will probably have to take MU1 with us, I am still in recovery and would like to make sure that I do so as best as I can. I am assuming that my walker was destroyed, I cannot think of another scenario that could have transpired for me to have suffered the injuries that I have. Despite that, I am sure that I am quite lucky, I will have to account for blaster resistance in my next design." Making a quick addendum to some of the items on her mental checklist, she hopped off her stool and back on her feet. The paste and excitement were certainly working their magic and Pippa was already starting to seem like her usual peppy self. "So, there is no time like the time we are currently experiencing, shall we gather journey supplies? We should probably close the weather blinds as we leave, Which ship were we going to take?"

 

[StarWriter]

It was good to see such joviality from the resident hothead. Well, the resident female hothead. He mused thinking of Kyllan for a moment and smiled at Kat. "After what I've been through it was bound to happen." His smile remained but there was a seemingly uplifting of tension from his shoulders when she agreed to join him.

"Thanks Kat. And don't worry. You didn't offend. Despite the exploits and number of Jedi in the galaxy there are quite a good number of people who have difficulty in believing in what we can do. If they haven't seen it first hand then it does sound like tall tales."

The comment about him doing more than 'possible' caused his smile to become a smirk. "When one can use the Force you find your perception of the possible becomes far more broad than most." There was a wise, yet wry glint in his eyes as he said that as if there were knowledge of things even more spectacular than he had already shown them.

His attention shifted to the small Chandra-fan as she began to find her strength finally and that ever present curiosity reemerged. Her comment caused the Jedi to ponder for a moment how to explain it to her. "When you can touch the Force, your senses become more than the natural gifted at birth. Think of it as an extra sense, one of the mind that allows you to detect when those around you are capable of the same connection to the Force. Most of the time. As with all things, there are counterbalances. And some things can block or mask things from even a pedi's senses. Something the Sith seem quite adept at doing. I myself never did well in that regard though i have met a few who could mask an entire ship from perception."

Hearing Pip's acceptance to join elicited another warm smile in the Corellian and he gave a gentle nod. "Of course. Though perhaps we should leave MU1 with the others. I am capable of providing medical assistance of a sorts if needed." He offered the suggestion but would acquiesce to Pippa's judgement.

With a slight nod he rose to his feet and stepped away from the table. "No time like the present then. Let's gather things for the journey and I shall arrange with Kyllan to take the Entendre. The others may need the extra space for the next job and there is a chance that we may find ourselves having to deal with Sith sooner or later I would prefer us to have ether more robust ship at our disposal." He stated in a no nonsense tone. The two ladies deserved to know the potential risks involved. Though he had no guarantee that they would run into any of the dark side wielders, given the last venture to uncover the holocron's mysteries where his master perished they deserved to be adequately warned.

"I will get my things, it's not much and speak with Kyllan. I shall meet you both aboard the Entendre. As soon as you're ready, and aboard we can set off." With that he walked away from the two women, and went to gather some things. Among his own belonging, meager as they were, he picked up a few key materials and components. Those he could utilize for lightsaber construction at a later point in time. He didn't want to get ahead of himself, but felt it to be prudent to at least have the materials on hand for the journey.

It would be a couple hours later when he boarded the Entendre with T3 and R1 already prepping the ship for launch.