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Post by Jefardi Owwaullis on Mar 22, 2013 12:28:08 GMT -5
A Sienar Ships Mark I Bulk Transport, owned by Jefardi Owwaullis. images of layout are as follows; FOR EVERYONE WHO PAYS ATTENTION; Using the Second Image, there are four cabins on the Odysseia, each have bunk beds, so a total bed space for eight people, twelve if someone slept on the couch for each room. 1. Jefardi's cabin is Front right most. 2. Sylvar's Cabin is back left most 3. Ajjiaka's Cabin is unassigned. 4. Unassigned. Image 1 Image 2 Image 3 Image 4
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Post by Jefardi Owwaullis on Mar 22, 2013 12:35:05 GMT -5
Continued from here Arriving at his ship, after a several minute walk, mostly in silence, Jefardi walked up to his ship and unlocked the door, and went in. Ushering Sylvar in, he looked outside and said "my friend should be here any moment..." checking his wrist mounted chrono, it had indeed been two hours since he had last spoken to Ajay, roughly speaking that should mean she should be here any second.
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Post by Ajjiaka Thundder on Mar 23, 2013 18:49:21 GMT -5
Hand wiped her cheek. ouch She picked herself up off the ground. "A deal is a deal, friend. It's also not wise to harm a woman." She snatched the credits from his hand, and the man's eyes blared with anger. "It's not my fault you thought I'd lose. maybe next time you'll think twice. No harm done. Your swoop is fixed after all." She turned from him, slinging her brown jacket over her shoulder. "Think twice next time." She sneered and walked away.
Ajay strolled up to Jefardi's ship in some rather beat up looking grey pants and a plain looking black shirt, which also had perhaps seen better days. Her long hair was tossed up in a messy bun, and there were smudge marks of black and dirt on her face and hands. She trotted up the ramp of the ship and grinned when she saw Jefardi. She took a glance at this other..... person.
Her brow raised at the sight of the cathar, holding a dead plant. She supposed this was their reason for coming to the planet, getting this cathar. The plant was puzzling.
"Hey Jef."
She smiled walking to him, gently she kissed his cheek. The sight of him brought more hapiness to her sparkling green eyes than getting those credits from the man at the swoop ring. She wanted to ask him if this was a jedi and who they were coming for. It didn't dawn on her that perhaps she was an odd sight as well, with smears of black and brown on her face and arms and her very dirty hands. With her voice lowered she added
"I already stashed some of my own stuff on your ship. I assume that's fine with you... perhaps it was rude of me not to ask but I figured... you know."
Then she turned and addressed the cathar, with a smile.
"Hello. I'm Ajjiaka."
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Post by Sylvar on Mar 23, 2013 19:11:40 GMT -5
Sylvar had walked contentedly and quietly through the Nar Shadda dock shops following Captain Owwaullis back to his ship. Though she had had to pay more attention to her surroundings when she had been alone, now she had only attention for her plant. Not that she looked it though.
As they walked, she looked around curiously, but with a sort of glazed over look in her eye. Inwardly, her attention was for the plant. It was indeed at death's door and its life signature on the great stream of the Force was a tiny flicker. Though it couldn't be seen nor was in any way physical, she had spent most of the walk back to the docks nudging the flickering life force of the plant back into a steadier glow. The walk back was a stress on it and threatened to put it out entirely, but with her gentle efforts with her powers, it was doing better when they arrived at the cargo ship than it had been at the shop, even if it still just looked like a stick in a pot with a few stubborn leaves clinging to it.
When they arrived at the ship, the presence of another being—and one whom the captain knew very well apparently—drew Sylvar's attention. This must be the captain's friend he was talking about. She tried to not raise an eyebrow at the woman's kiss of greeting. More than a friend then.
At the human's introduction, Sylvar bowed her head stiffly in response.
"Well met, Ajjiaka. I am Sylvar of Cathar. You must be the friend the Captain was speaking of. He has been so kind to take me on as a passenger."
She did not address the issue of the apparently dead plant she was holding, though she had noted the woman's curious look at it. The old Cathar only grinned to herself. She enjoyed keeping some things a mystery in her old age. More fun that way… and she was a feline after all.
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Post by Jefardi Owwaullis on Mar 23, 2013 21:18:15 GMT -5
"Right then...I guess we are ready to leave!"
And with that, Jefardi went to go start the ship up.
Going to the cockpit of the ship, he started to turn on the power setting, ease off the secondary brakes, and demagnetize the docking clamps were on the ship. Well to be more accurate, Jefardi contacted the docking port officials and gave a destination and a departure time, roughly stated for thirty minutes later.
Finally going to leave this planet, properly this time, not being blown off by a giant ship...kriffin moron
Getting clearence to take off took a while, but after much haggling (and a bit of a larger than normal docking fee being payed), the Odyessia was ready to take off.
Jefardi looked at Sylvar and Ajay and said; "Any last minute things for you two, because I'm all set to leave."
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Post by Ajjiaka Thundder on Mar 24, 2013 0:17:55 GMT -5
Ajjiaka smiled as the cathar, Sylvar greeted her in return. As Jefardi went to the cockpit she looked at her hands then at Sylvar.
"Please excuse me. I'm going to wash up a little bit."
She walked toward the area of the ships with rooms and ducked into the one she had placed her things into. She walked to the wash room and cleaned her hands looking in the mirror. She turned the water on and splashed her face, washing off the grime from fixing the swoop bike. She then washed her hands and arms, trying to pick the grime from under her nails. She took a towel to dry her face and arms. She took down her bun and brushed through her hair. Then she smiled and turned from the mirror, walking out of the washroom and then out of the room itself. She returned to Jefardi and he asked if they needed anything last minute.
"No, I'm good I think."
She blinked and smiled at Jefardi.
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Post by Sylvar on Mar 25, 2013 23:50:57 GMT -5
When Captain Owwaullis announced that they were ready to leave and began making preparations to that effect, Sylvar was glad. On to continue her quests. She replied in the negative when he asked if there was anything else she needed.
The old Cathar acknowledged the young woman when she excused herself to get clean. Sylvar began wandering back towards her quarters on the ship and wondered after the woman as she went. She was particularly curious what Ajjiaka's apparent relationship with the captain might mean for the potential of the man being the one the Force was leading her to.
With a grim smile which so often seems to accompany reflections on a deep emotional wound long since healed, Sylvar remembered Crado. It was now almost 60 years since he died, though it had been a considerably shorter time since she had finally let go of him. First she had loved him, then there had been rage at his betrayal of their master, chest-crushing loss following his death, rage at Kun for corrupting him and then discarding him, enraged disgust that he had allowed himself to be turned and discarded, and then a feeling of self-pitying emptiness that he had left her alone.
After the old Jedi's passions had drawn her close to the Dark Side, and then the humility of her enemy had freed her from her own rage, there had been other emotions for and about her lost mate. But unlike the tidal cascades of her youth, Sylvar's emotions regarding Crado once she had found peace ebbed slowly outward, subtle and slight. She had missed him wistfully in the back of her mind, but honestly it had been an echo of longing for something that might have been but never was.
By the time she had finally gotten over all that Crado represented—in life, as a Jedi, as a traitor, in death, and as the concept of promises unfulfilled—Sylvar had come to accept him as all things, good and bad. It had only been then that she had truly been able to pursue her own inner peace, and by that time he had been dead longer than he'd been alive. She signed heavily as she entered her quarters.
Sylvar had brought her little near-dead plant with her to the room and set it on a bright corner of the desk which was one of the four furnishings in the simple space. As she set it down, one of her now-boney, sometimes shaky hands drift lightly over the struggling lifeform.
While barely caressing one of the few crunchy leaves still clinging to the stem, the old Cathar envisioned her remaining thoughts and emotions for her long-dead mate as a few grains of glowing sand out of the river of her thoughts. With eyes half-closed in meditative concentration, she shaped the golden dust of her memories into a more cohesive shape.
In her mind's eye, she drew out more of her own energies—her memories and love and hate for Crado—and formed it into a ball, careful to keep it balanced. But where a potter with a lump of clay on a wheel would carefully shape the clay into a balanced symmetrical physical object, Sylvar fed the little ball of life force with balanced energies. The essences of light and dark, level with each other was essential for life to continue. Finally when the old Jedi felt the little droplet of life energy was as balanced as she could make it, she breathed it into the little plant, though with her mind and soul rather than lungs.
While all of this, save for Sylvar's far-away look in nearly catatonic eyes, would have been entirely invisible to an outside observer, the effect on the plant was very visual. The few remaining leaves, previously dried and threatening to simply flake off in death seemed rejuvenated and brighter. In the parched soil of the pot, the roots unshriveled and grew more lively in their search for water.
Not to leave the little thing—now reawakened through unnatural natural powers—wanting expectantly, Sylvar walked slowly to the adjoining refresher and filled a cup with water. When she returned, she poured the water into the pot carefully. She watched the water soak into the hardened dirt with a slight smile, as though the seemingly inanimate object of the plant in its pot were as vocally gracious as a thirsty animal.
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Post by Jefardi Owwaullis on Mar 28, 2013 11:01:16 GMT -5
Jefardi, after hearing from both his passenger and Ajjiaka, went back to the cockpit. Following reconfirming departure codes, they finally left. The Odysseia lifted off from Nar Shaddaa spaceport, going into a brieft orbit as they were moved further up in the queue of ships waiting to enter the major hyperspace route, Ootmian Pabol. From there they would go and redirect into the super-hyperlane Perlemian Trade Route. Overall, it should take a couple of days to go to lane change.
After a while of jockeying through traffic, Jefardi finally got to into the front of the queue. Engaging the hyperdrive, the stars started to streak by, during into white lines.
Well, the hard part is over now, at least until it ets to the point of trying to navigate Coruscant's space ways...it makes Nar Shaddaa look like small village. I should probably check and see how the paying passenger is settling in.
Walking out of the cockpit, Jefardi went down the hall to check on Sylvar. Putting his hand near the door to knock, he felt an odd shiver go down his spine...it was a odd electrifying feeling. As if something major had occurred.
What...what is that..? he froze in place as he tried to figure out what had just happened. It felt...it felt similar to when I had a dream that I actually met a Jedi in a bar....but that was all just a result of a bad concussion right?
Getting a hold of himself for a few minutes, he then knocked on the door to Sylvar's accommodations.
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Post by Sylvar on Mar 30, 2013 23:36:45 GMT -5
"Come in," she said with her back to the door, still tending to the plant.
When the door slid open, it was the captain. She wasn't sure how she had known this—whether by smell, sound, the Force, or the sheer fact the only other person on the ship had no reason to come see her—but when she did turn to greet the visitor, she wasn't surprised to see the Firrerreon. She was mildly surprised to see the odd, unsettled look on his face however.
"Captain, are you alright? You look as though something has startled you."
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Post by Jefardi Owwaullis on Mar 30, 2013 23:51:41 GMT -5
Jefardi walked into Sylvar’s quarters. It was apparent she had already set up her belongings and made herself feel at home.
I guess it took longer to take off that I thought it did
Discreetly checking his chrono, it was actually a tad later than what he thought it had been.
Well that’s odd…I’m usually good with keeping time. Oh well, I don’t doubt it, the amount of time it took to get out of the orbit from Nar Shaddaa’s space was quite tediously long….oh wait, Sylvar is talking to me, isn’t she?
He had started to zone out, as the weird feeling he had at the door had made him forget entirely what he was doing.
“You know, the weirdest thing happened, I could of sworn I got static shocked, but it was the weirdest kind of shock, like as if…as if…” while he had been speaking, his eyes had strayed to the very green looking plant. Now that can’t be right, that thing was almost entirely brown a mere hour and a half ago…
Jefardi was now quite blantly staring at the plant, “Wow, you did wonders to the plant, I honestly didn’t think it would survive take off.”
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Post by Sylvar on Mar 31, 2013 0:06:26 GMT -5
Sylvar listened curiously while the captain described his "static shock" experience. She wondered about the presence of static electricity on a ship, but was not well versed enough in the topic to know one way or another. Then, as his eyes caught on the plant and he got distracted from relating his odd experience, it occurred to her that he might have experienced a ripple in the Force resulting from her activities. It had been so long since she had been unaware of her attachment to the Force and what it felt like, she had forgotten the unusual feedback-like feelings sensitives could get when others used the Force near them.
When the captain commented on the plant, Sylvar smiled.
"Yes, I had to breath a bit of life back into it. But I think it will perk up soon. Like any living thing, plants just need attention and love."
She watched him closely to gage his reaction to her statement. While the description of 'breathing life back into it' was fairly literally accurate, it was also a common enough figurative phrase used in Basic that it might pass unnoticed.
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Post by Jefardi Owwaullis on Apr 3, 2013 22:08:35 GMT -5
"Breathe life into it?"
Jefardi took a second glance over the plant, less cursory than the first one. It didn't seem like it had life breathed into it...it really looked like it was a different plant altogether.
"I don't think love made the plant go from minutes away from death to looking like...well...this" as he said 'this' he gestured towards it.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say this was an entirely different plant..." he said as he glanced around the room, in a jesting manner, clearly not being serious about his thought, but still perplexed as to how it was a completely changed plant.
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Post by Sylvar on Apr 9, 2013 1:02:24 GMT -5
While she had been watching him following her not-so-accidental turn of phrase, Sylvar had been intently "watching" him on a number of levels.
To say one could "see" emotions with the Force would have been a misuse of an already shaky application of physical descriptors to something which was almost entirely non-physical. But some connected with the Force could "see" emotions the way some non-sensitive beings could "see" sounds. In the way the sound of a flute could appear to be thin, sharp, and bird-quick or the sound of a deep brass horn was bright and full and proud to some, for Sylvar emotions "appeared" to have certain characteristics which could only be approximately described in mostly visual terms.
For the old feline, anything genuine or an emotion held confidently was solid, as though the glowing, flowing dust-like particles that made up the "visual" of an individual's presence in the Force were flowing together as a single body. When someone was uncertain or trying to conceal certain emotions, it was like looking at a stream that was disturbed or interrupted. The glowing, moving, dust-like presence of the being in the Force had eddies and swirls which were unnatural and chaotic.
The way Sylvar "viewed" others through the Force was not something she had compared with others often or deeply. Much as few beings wondered if they saw a certain hue the same way as another being saw the same hue, the old Cathar simply didn't think about it much; it was simply how she interpreted the galaxy through the sense with which her connection to the Force gifted her.
The captain's signature on the Force swirled in concert with itself and speedily with the activity of his curious mind. It was a sincere and honest curiosity without any hint of subterfuge. It made her smile and she remembered "seeing" the same type of signature in the young ones she'd taught over the years. In their curiosity and quest for understanding, even those who were not sensitive to the Force said they glowed, though Sylvar knew why.
"You are observant, Captain. My methods do go a bit beyond simple horticultural skill."
She paused momentarily to creakily amble over to the couch beside where the plant was sitting. She slowly seated herself and almost pet the plant as she settled into a comfortable position.
"Many in my order would see it an unworthy use of my abilities to simply bring life back to a neglected houseplant, but I suppose I've gotten a bit unorthodox in my old age."
Though she knew she was taking a risk—Jedi were always ready targets of ransom even when the galactic government wasn't actively hunting them—Sylvar's feline playfulness urged her on to be more forthcoming than she might otherwise be. Though, since she was a cat at heart, she couldn't ever give anyone a straight answer about anything.
"Tell me Captain, what do you know about the Force?"
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Post by Jefardi Owwaullis on Apr 10, 2013 0:33:48 GMT -5
Watching Sylvar move from her position onto a more comfortable one on the couch, beside the plant, Jefardi listened to what she was saying.
My order? What precisely does that mean? She, Sylvar, doesn't exactly look like a monk..
Sylvar's facial expressions changed slightly, as if she was deciding something, and then asked if he knew anything about the Force.
Huh, well thats interesting....if I remember correctly, the dream Jedi I met in the Nar Shaddaa cantina asked the same exact thing...maybe it wasn't a dream, but still..I believe the word that applies to this situation is deja vu.
"I know a little bit about the Force..I know it can be used to control objects, like this..."
Reaching out his right arm towards a nearby cup, probably used to water the plant. Reaching out with the 'Force' as everyone kept on calling it, he could faintly perceive the cup not just through sight but like a sixth sense, as if he KNEW where it was. He KNEW he could lift it a few inches, maybe even a foot off the ground, but that was as far as he knew. When tried to visual it with this 'sixth sense' of his moving up those few inches, the cup moved those few inches...however it didn't stay like that, hovering at a few inches. Instead it shot upwards, and hit the ceiling with a large amount of force.
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(((((OOC: that was a bad accidental pun, sorry)))))
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Post by Sylvar on Apr 10, 2013 0:56:46 GMT -5
Sylvar was surprised to see the cup levitate wobbly then rocket upwards. It was only the quality of the duraplast that kept it from shattering upon contact with first the ceiling and then the floor where it landed. She couldn't help a shocked chuckle while staring at the cup, now rolling slightly along the floor.
"Heh!" After looking up from the cup to the captain in her flare up of excitement over the unexpected event, Sylvar composed herself into a more neutral expression. But even she couldn't hide the smile in her feline eyes.
"Yes, that is one aspect of it."
The aging Jedi pointed loosely at the cup—now still on the floor—and lifted it smoothly through the air and back next to the plant. With that completed, she looked back at the captain.
"So I see you are aware of your gifts then. And have made efforts to train them perhaps?"
He was raw and new at controlling his abilities, but the fact he was aware of them (or at least one of them) and could make some effort at control was heartening. Sylvar had never trained anyone in the Force before, but she had heard tell that sometimes convincing sensitives their abilities were not evil or the result of possession by some superstitious character of their culture could be a difficult hurdle to overcome.
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Post by Jefardi Owwaullis on Apr 10, 2013 17:21:41 GMT -5
Jefardi watched as Sylvar lifted up the cup, with as far as he could tell, perfect control.
Woah...I didn't expect that to happen... His expression reflected his thoughts, and he stared, a little open mouthed at it. It made sense that Sylvar new how to use the Force 'properly' given what she had just said, but it was still an entirely different thing for him to see it actually being done, other than just subtle hinting at it.
"Yeah...I'm aware of this...'gifts' as you call them. I've been aware of it for the past few years. That's actually why you see very few people on this ship, and I was so willing to take you to Coruscant...I'm searching for someone to teach me."
Usually Jefardi would of been more subtle in how he was saying pretty much his chief concern, but the fact that he finally found another 'Force user' was something that was astounding him. He half expected to wake up from a dream, similar to the bar at Nar Shaddaa.
"I've made a few attempts..usually I end up damaging something whenever I try and work on it, or use it....I've had a few times where something didn't break, but that's about it."
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Post by Sylvar on Apr 11, 2013 19:20:55 GMT -5
Sylvar did her best to conceal her excitement. The situation was all too perfect for this not to be some form of destiny. Why else would the Force have led her to this ship, with this captain, who himself was not only a Force sensitive, but looking for someone to teach him? But years of practice kept her expression serene and composed, even though her whiskers had a bit more of an electric twitch to them than before.
"The Force has a way of guiding those who listen to what they search for. I left my world and my people in search of someone to train."
The old Cathar resettled her hands in her lap as she took on a serious and somewhat professorial tone.
"I am curious to know what other of your gifts you know of, but first… What is your goal in learning the Force? What is your goal in life, a life touched by the Force?"
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Post by Jefardi Owwaullis on Apr 11, 2013 20:12:10 GMT -5
Well this is odd. She sounded like the other one, the Jedi from the bar. Although she was asking far more questions then what he had done. Might as well tell her, given the fact that this was going to be a long space voyage and it'd be awkward if he didn't.
"Well, this is something of a story mind you. On my world, we've had a influx of refugees from the planet Lorrd. They've been conquered by a number of slavers for the past few decades. A few of them noticed my...well you called it a gift, so lets go with that, 'gifts', and thought I was a Jedi, something I had never heard of before. Apparently they are big here, in the Republic, and widely hailed as 'guardians of peace' or something. I digress however, the abilities, or 'gifts' as you said, I have would make me eligible for being a Jedi."
I probably should explain why I want to be a Jedi, since that seems to be more what she is looking for.. Taking a moment to pause he went on.
"That begs the question of why I would want to be a Jedi. I want to help the Lorrdian people, I want to free them from their servitude to the Argazdan slavers. The Lorrdians have given much to my people, such as the ability to leave our planetary system with the hyper-drive. They've given things that are generations ahead of our current technology, eradicated several diseases with it. If I could give back even one thousandth of what they have given us, I'd be satisfied. I want to help people like how they helped my people. I can do that significantly easier if I have some form of training for my abilities."
Pausing for a moment he then asked a question of his own. He'd noticed that Sylvar said she belonged to an Order...did that mean she was a monk?
"My turn....So you mentioned you were part of an Order, what Order might that be?"
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Post by Sylvar on Apr 11, 2013 21:09:32 GMT -5
Sylvar remained silent as the captain told his story and tried her best not to react outwardly to what he said. The tale of a refugee people, driven from their planet and pursued by slavers was a rather poignant and close-to-home one for the old Cathar. This must have been why the Force drew her to the man's ship and to him.
Though she felt somewhat childish and weak in her trust in the Force for it, Sylvar felt the intense urge to verify the man's story. Though she wanted to believe, something in her—her old hatreds and pains flaring up again?—doubted.
After he asked his question, Sylvar reached out a shaky old hand and laid it on his arm with eyes closed. So connected, she reached out to both "see" the captain via the Force, but also "feel" his presence. Just as emotions and sincerity could be "seen" to some via the Force, they could also be felt. This was not particularly an orthodox use of Sylvar's powers, and was more than likely an invasion of the captain's privacy on a number of levels… but she had to know.
The contact was very brief, but in the second or two there was so much. Sincerity was there, without a doubt. But there were also memories. Not memories of thoughts or experiences, but of emotions. It was like a montage of the captain's emotional palette surrounding the concept of Lorrdian people and his desire to repay them for their species' gifts to his own.
When she almost jerked her hand back, nearly overwhelmed by the borrowed emotions, Sylvar was thunderstruck by the surprise. But then she chided herself; the Force had led her to this being, so why should she be surprised that he was being truthful in his charitable mission.Eventually, she recomposed herself. When she spoke, her voice was level and attempting at a professional, professorial tone.
"My apologies, Captain. I should not have done that without first asking. I am perhaps too old and have seen too much of the darkness of the universe to trust the word of a stranger on something like this."
After resettling her hands in her lap, Sylvar answered his question.
"I was a member of the Jedi Order. Though I haven't had contact with them for many decades, one never stops being a Jedi."
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Post by Jefardi Owwaullis on Apr 11, 2013 22:10:06 GMT -5
Sylvar, instead of answering his question, put her hand on his arm. The following sensation was weird, to say the least. A bunch of feelings, emotions and memories flashed through Jefardi's mind. However it wasn't in a manner in which Jefardi had ever had happen. Usually when he was examining his memories, he had some form of control over where he was going with them. This time around, it was like he was just a viewer, with no control over what was being examined.
That was weird....what in the voids just occurred?
After going through that he was in a slight daze. Sylvar's words, however, brought him out of it. It clicked in his mind after a few more seconds, right after she had finished speaking of why he had just experienced what he had experienced. It wasn't because Sylvar had just told him, he was only half paying attention, as rude as it may be, to what she was saying.
He jolted away from her hand, even though it had already been removed, for some reason he seemed to of forgotten that.
A few moments later, when he got more control over himself, he was finally able to take in what she had said. His expression changed from that of shocked surprise to skepticism.
"Wait...you're a Jedi? I'm not believing you on that. I've been searching for them for the past eleven months now or so...I've searched far and wide and almost the entire galaxy it seems...and when I finally am NOT searching for them, one of them practically approaches me...forgive me for my skepticism, but this seems...a little far fetched."
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Post by Sylvar on Apr 11, 2013 22:34:01 GMT -5
At first, Sylvar wasn't sure how to react to the captain's statement. It was not the reaction she'd been expecting. Her brow furrowed momentarily as she tried to remember one of the many platitudes… no, lessons… Master Baas had taught her. But when she couldn't remember immediately, her natural felineness took the reins. She smiled.
"Indeed it is. Me, an old woman who randomly solicited your services to take me on my journey, only to turn out that we seem to perfectly meet each other's missions. You are right to be suspicious."
She spread her old hands wide. "If you doubt, then you must be certain. Perhaps a test?"
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Post by Jefardi Owwaullis on Apr 12, 2013 8:39:05 GMT -5
It occurred to Jefardi that he didn't actually know what a Jedi would have that would identify them as BEING a Jedi. While he may be in disbelief about Sylvar, he didn't have any way to prove she wasn't. By all definitions he knew, being trained to use the Force...she fit. She quite clearly had some measure of actual control when lifting the cup.
What else did they talk about that the Jedi could do or did? They mentioned they had weird weapons..lightsword? lightsaber? Something along those lines. If she was a Jedi, she'd have one of them, or some odd weapon.
"If the stories are true, Jedi have...I believe its called a lightsword..yeah a lightsword. What about you?"
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Post by Sylvar on Apr 12, 2013 16:37:36 GMT -5
At his suggestion of proof, Sylvar nodded and pushed herself up so that she could stand. The effort showed her age, but once she was on her feet, the smooth movement of pulling the lightsaber out from behind her robes where it was still attached to the back of her belt suggested the skill of her younger years.
Holding the hilt, looking so much like a simple deactivated glowrod, the old Cathar took up a pose suitable for the wielding of a one-handed melee weapon. Seemingly out of nowhere, the hiss-crack of the yellow blade snapped to life. It hummed intently as she held her ready pose, as energetic a sound as ever, even though she hadn't turned the thing on in years.
Sylvar, with eyes half-closed giving her the look of of dosing cat, began working through a series of poses and practiced moves and flourishes with her lightsaber. Being conducted by an old being, whose joints were not what they had been, the moves were slow, practiced, and methodical. As much a dance or choreographed sequence of forms as a form of centuries-old combat.
Eventually though, the old woman returned to the beginning pose and powered off the weapon. Again, the room was silent and she returned to her seat. After engaging the safety on her old weapon, Sylvar offered it, hilt first, for the captain's inspection.
"A lightsabre. Traditional weapon of the Jedi Order. But surely simply possessing an object cannot be proof enough for you. Perhaps I stole it?"
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Post by Jefardi Owwaullis on Apr 12, 2013 16:57:11 GMT -5
Jefardi watched with skepticism as Sylvar pulled out a small cylindrical device. Then it shot out a long yellow beam..of energy? What in the voids was that thing. Jefardi's expression changed to shock and surprise followed by child like stare of someone staring in wonder.
That must be the lightsword I've heard about...I see now why that would stand out.
She then went through a few, what Jefardi could only assume to be practice stances. It almost seemed like some kind of rehearsed dance. Finishing it up, she deactivated it and handed the 'lightsaber' to him as well as offering up a question of her own.
Accepting the lightsaber, Jefardi took a stance, while he thought, making sure to keep both ends away from him, just to be sure. Pressing one of the buttons, a yellow blade fizzled out of it. Staring into it for nearly a half a minute, he turned off the lightsaber and handed it back to Sylvar.
"That may be true...but you also have the 'gifts' to back it up."
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Post by Sylvar on Apr 12, 2013 19:02:38 GMT -5
The old Cathar watched as the captain took her lightsabre and stared at the blade in wonderment after he'd figured out the safety. She had not been expecting him to do that, but as he hadn't pointed it at his face first, he was perhaps off on a better foot than some.
When the captain conceded that she was likely a Jedi because of her weapon and her "gifts", one of Sylvar's ears twitched to the side as though she was listening to something beside her. The subtle "oh really?" smile she'd developed earlier remained. She wondered if Master Baas had approached training and teaching as playing, because that was what her instinct was; to play with the captain.
"Do I? So far you have seen me levitate a cup and bring a near-dead plant back to life. Does that, plus the possession of a lightsabre, make a Jedi in your mind?"
The question had a tone of slight mocking incredulity, but was also a feature in her testing him. His selfless mission aside, what he thought a Jedi was was an important thing to know.
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