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Post by Lee Katarn on Feb 19, 2011 0:44:18 GMT -5
*The True Cake rises from the surface of Zeltros. Lee takes a moment to link Garrett's commlink to the computer. They'd have to trace it's signal and find the coordinates on the galaxy map, then calculate the jump. It wasn't really something Lee enjoyed doing. He wasn't a navigator or map maker. But being a pilot, you had to learn these things. It just took Lee a little longer than your above average pilot.*
Hm....
*Lee hums to himself as the computer takes a little bit to pinpoint where Tomias is transmitting from. After it's done, Lee nearly jumps out his seat.*
What the kark is this? Kashyyyk? Our mandalorian friends did a little manuevering while we made our pitstop. Kashyyyk here we come.
*Lee calculates the jump to Kashyyyk. When he's done, the ship lurches forward into hyperspace headed for Kashyyyk.*
*Lee looks over to Astefan.*
Take control from here. I need to have a nice long chat with my padawan.
*Lee exits the cockpit. Even if Astefan didn't take over right away, they were still on autopilot until they exited hyperspace. All Astefan really needed to do was monitor things. Lee makes his way towards where Garrett is.*
Alright Garrett. Now we have this talk.
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Garrett Sven
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Post by Garrett Sven on Feb 19, 2011 15:24:42 GMT -5
*Garrett leans up against the side of the cargo hold*
Let's have it then Master.
*Garrett was ready to get this over with. He felt as though he knew what was going to be said. He expected a similar lecture to what Kavar had given him so long ago*
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Post by Lee Katarn on Feb 19, 2011 19:17:21 GMT -5
What do you think all that was back there? Using the dark side like that? What are Jedi to you, Garrett? Are they any different than the Sith? There are plenty of sentients in this galaxy that don't see a difference between Jedi and Sith. We're just a bunch of Force Users always warring with each other.
It's up to the Jedi, us, to be above that. To avoid resorting to such measures. It's up to us to show that there is a difference between Jedi and Sith.
*Lee takes in a deep breath. He was starting to border both sounding like Vrook and getting a little angry at Garrett's actions. He hadn't gotten there yet. But he was close. He'd need to deviate from that.*
Garrett. Repeat the Jedi code to me. Word for word.
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Garrett Sven
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Post by Garrett Sven on Feb 20, 2011 3:20:24 GMT -5
There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force.
Do you want me to recite the Sith Code too? I know them both and I know that neither one of them are without flaws. I also know that the Jedi are supposed to be protectors of the weak and upholders of justice. Those slavers got what they had coming to them. They were going to pay what they owed.
*Garrett spoke not with arrogance but with confidence. He knew that the Jedi and Sith were different, and that the Jedi had to prove this, but he felt that the difference was in restraint. Restraint when it was required. In his mind the slavers had to be punished, by any means necessary*
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Post by Lee Katarn on Feb 20, 2011 8:50:28 GMT -5
I didn't ask you to recite the Sith Code. The Jedi Code itself is not flawed, only those that interpret it poorly.
*Lee had to admit he was no shining example of that, but since his heart to heart with Force Ghost Vandar and facing the reality of the subject of Monica, Lee had been trying his best to be a good Jedi. Being given a padawan of his own just doubled his drive.*
What were you protecting, Garrett? Using the Dark Side and choking the life out of that guy? Do you think anyone would have thought such ruthless action was a Jedi trying to make a difference? *Lee raises his hand forward quickly to answer that for him.* No, it wasn't.
The Dark Side is no joke and the Jedi are against drawing on it for good reason. It's not something a Jedi can casually do. It is hard to resist the temptation of using again and again and again and again until you become consumed by it sooner than you realize it.
Make no mistake about it. That line is very thin between light and dark. I've crossed it, Alex has crossed it, many Jedi thinking to use it for good intentional purposes have crossed it. The best of the best Jedi have fallen to the Dark Side, fallen to temptation.
Do not think this conversation so casual between us Garrett. We are friends, and I have been assigned as your mentor to train you in the ways of the Jedi, not whatever that was back there. But it is as your friend, and especially as your mentor, that I am telling you do not do so again. The Dark Side is the devil itself, tricking you into using it for what you percieve as some greater good only to realize you've played right into it's hands and you are bent to it's will as the next Sith Lord that bombards planets, starts wars, and destroys lives. You are not a god. You do not get to decide who lives and who dies. You are a Jedi, using the Force for knowledge and defense.
The road to hell is always paved with good intentions, Garrett.
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Post by Garrett Sven on Feb 20, 2011 14:53:03 GMT -5
*Garrett maintains his resolve. If he got passionate in this argument, he would only prove Lee right about the dark side influencing his actions. However Garrett almost looses it when his master asks who he was protecting. What could he say to that? That he was protecting every person who lives in fear because they can't pay their debts to the local exchange boss? Lee wouldn't understand. He hadn't lived in the underworld as Garrett had*
You... you're right Master. I acted out of anger and frustration. I will not let it happen again. *he pauses and stares down Lee* But with all due respect, from what I've seen Master, hell ain't a bad place to be.
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Post by Lee Katarn on Feb 20, 2011 18:37:22 GMT -5
I want you to realize something else. Though you seemed to have that slaver pegged as going back and continuing evil things, you need to understand that what you think of a sentient being may not always be true. Sentients have a way of surprising you. That slaver? Who knows what could have happened by showing him mercy and not executing him like a sith would do.
That could have been the moment and situation he needed to turn his life around and do something good with it. Heck, maybe he'd even fight against the organization he once worked for. Similiar things have happened before. That is why we cannot by judge, jury, and executioner. What if we killed someone who at that moment was going to turn their life around and for as much evil as they did in the world, did equal or more good simply because of a moment in time or situation that changed him.
*Just when Lee thinks he has Garrett at the point where he understands where he's coming from, Garrett chimes back with one more thing.*
Oh really, Garrett? I don't think you've been close enough to it yet.
*Lee shrugs off his cloak, then removes his tunic so he is bare chested. Lee's torso is covered in small scars, some with a little discoloration around them. Lee then turns around so that his back is facing Garrett. He still had those small scars like on his front torso, but there was also a long hooked scar that went from his right shoulder and curved down and under to his left side. The scar had more discoloration than the other little scars.*
This is what the dark side eventually leads to, Garrett. These scars will probably never heal because of the amount of taint used when I recieved them. You want to talk about hell, Garrett? Part of my memory is gone. I can't remember why I left everyone. You remember when you mentioned Monica? I don't like to think on it, but it kills me every single day of my life...that I left the one person I swear meant the most to me and for reasons I can't remember.
Hell? I was seduced to the dark side. I was tortured. I learned to feed off that pain and that emotion. I was used as nothing but a tool. A tool that killed. I killed Jedi and anyone that was percieved a threat. When I finally was able to break free of the dark side's hold on me, I almost didn't make it out alive. I barely escaped with my life.
*Lee turns around to face Garrett again.*
Do you know how many Jedi simply scattered to the far recesses of the galaxy during the purge, Garrett? More than you realize. But there are plenty of those Jedi that won't make it back to the Order because of me. You want to talk about hell? I left Monica, I killed fellow Jedi, I felt pain and suffering. All of that, and I can't even remember what led me to it.
Let it be a lesson to you Garrett. I'm not just speaking to you as your master. I'm speaking to you as your friend and someone who's been down the dark path more times than he cares to think about. This isn't the fate of just one Jedi. Similiar things have happened to similiar Jedi. One day, I'll even have you talk to Alex and get his story, if he's willing to tell it. I don't want something similiar happening with you, Garrett.
*Lee puts his tunic back on and picks up his cloak before switching the subject, hoping Garrett took what he said to heart without another response back. Having a padawan was still an idea Lee had to get use to, though he was sure Garrett wasn't the first padawan to have something to say to his master as well.*
Now we're going to take a break, then we'll resume training. You executed the Shien varient of Form V quite well in battle after your training. However, that was for blasters. The second variation, Djem-So, is the version meant for blade to blade. I was using it against those slavers, so I hope you were able to pay some attention to my form even if we were in the midst of battle.
*Lee clears his throat.*
By the way. Since you have a saber of your own, I'll be wanting my second blade back.
*Lee holds out his hand, waiting for Garrett to give him back his blade.*
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Post by Garrett Sven on Feb 20, 2011 19:09:58 GMT -5
*Garrett listen's to Lee's words, he wants to chime in that he still looks better than his first master, but that would be for another time. For now Garrett simply absorbs what is being said. He could hear the pain and the caution in Lee's words. In Garrett's mind though there was only the force, it was neither light nor dark, it simply was. However as Lee continues to speak Garrett realizes that the way he was using his powers was not the right way. He should have allowed the slaver to escape, it was not necessary to kill him. When Lee asks for his other lightsaber back Garrett obliges*
Of course Master, and since we're taking a little training break perhpas Astefan could fix my hand?
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Post by Lee Katarn on Feb 20, 2011 19:16:26 GMT -5
*Lee nods in agreement at Garrett's question.*
Of course, if he's up for it. He's in the pilot's seat if you want to go up and ask him. As for me, I'm going to fix myself up a bit. I took some good licks back there with those slavers.
*After responding to Garrett, Lee moves to the part of the ship that has a small medical bay for quick fixes and stabalization. It was no republic medical facility, but it'd suit Lee's purposes. Lee pulls out a few medpacs and begins going to work trying to mend his new wounds. Trandoshans certainly knew how to fight, and they were nasty about it too. Lee only wished he could heal some of the scars he showed Garrett. But that would take a talented Jedi healer to even begin the process of removing the taint twisted within those scars. Lee knew of two, but he had seen neither of them around since his return to known space.*
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Garrett Sven
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Post by Garrett Sven on Feb 20, 2011 19:27:42 GMT -5
*Garrett moseys into the cockpit and in a mock female seductive voice he talks to Astefan*
Oh Astefan you're soooooooo goooood with machines. Do you think you could fix my hand now?
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Post by Astefan Macillan on Feb 20, 2011 20:56:27 GMT -5
*Garrett finds Astefan leaning back in one of the cockpit seats, with his hands clasped behind his head and his feet propped up on the console. Now that they have left Zeltros and its pheremone-filled party atmosphere behind, he is feeling more clearheaded, but still has the memories. His thoughts of Lori are interrupted by Garrett, and he scowls at the young Jedi's Zeltron impression.*
"Sure, I managed to get everything I needed on Zeltros. But I'm not touching your hand unless you drop that voice. For one thing, you're not very good at it. Haha."
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Post by Garrett Sven on Feb 21, 2011 18:56:00 GMT -5
Well asking in a normal voice wouldn't be much fun now would it? *chuckles* Where should we do this at?
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Post by Astefan Macillan on Feb 21, 2011 23:08:00 GMT -5
"I left the stuff back there in the cargo area. Come on."
*Astefan leads Garrett back to the cargo area and opens up the Portable Workbench 4000. He puts on the mechanical interface visor and takes out the arc wrench and the smaller hydrospanner.*
"Alright, rest your arm on this crate over here, unless you want to hold it up in the air the entire time. Anything I should know about before I get started? Quirks or glitches the old hand might have had before you caught a vibroblade with it, allergies or reactions your body might have to certain metals, a feeling of itchiness in your prosthetic hand, that sort of thing? What degree of tactile sense did you have with this old hand - could you only sense how much pressure you were applying, or could you pick up temperatures and textures as well?"
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Garrett Sven
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Post by Garrett Sven on Feb 22, 2011 0:11:52 GMT -5
*Garrett follows Astefan back to the cargo hold and sits down propping his arm up on the crate*
No it didn't have any quirks. It was made by Bao-Dur remember? I don't think I have any metal allergies, and as far as it's tactile functionalities go I could feel how much pressure I exerted and some degree of texture. No temperature though.
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Post by Astefan Macillan on Feb 27, 2011 20:20:37 GMT -5
*Astefan grunts in response. Brandishing the hydrospanner, he begins removing the damaged hand at the wrist. He says nothing while he works, focused on the task at hand. He has to switch to the multitool a couple times in order to pry something loose, but eventually the hand is successfully removed. The Arkanian examines the wrist connections to be sure that they are all sound and undamaged before looking up at Garrett.*
"I suppose this is the part where I make some joke about giving you a hand, har har har. Anyway, while naturally I'd love to be able to design and build you a new hand from scratch, I went for the more expedient solution. It will be much easier and faster to just adapt a droid hand to your wrist connections, and if you don't like it then I can always build you a custom one later."
*Astefan pulls the droid hand he had bought on Zeltros out of a sack and looks at it dubiously.*
"Y'know, I think I'm gonna go sterilize this, just to be safe. I'll be right back, don't go anywhere."
*Astefan gets up and goes to the refresher, where he immerses the hand in hot water and a strong cleaning solution. A few minutes later he returns and tries to fit the hand to Garrett's wrist.*
"Hrmph. Didn't think that would line up perfectly. Fortunately I bought a few other parts just in case."
*He uses the arc wrench and the multitool to make some alterations to the connections, incorporating a few other small parts from the bag. The hand will now attach properly, and Astefan uses the hydrospanner to torque all the connections properly. He then puts the tools he has been using aside and gets out the tuning stylus, the micropoint and the micrograbber.*
"Allright, now we've just got to make sure this thing is calibrated properly and fine-tune the neural interface. I'm nearly finished installing the power cell, so in a minute I'll need you to run your new hand through some tests, after which I might need to make some adjustments. Ok, here we go... spread all your fingers, palm open, as much as you can. ...Now make a fist. ...Now make your hand into a blade, like you were going to chop at someone's neck. ...Now point at something. ...Now pretend to give a Sith the finger. ...Now give me the thumbs up. Excellent, so it looks like we've got the full range of movement working properly. Now for the tactile tests. Put your hand back down on the table."
*Once Garrett does so, Astefan uses the multitool to poke each fingertip as well as several places on the palm. He then makes a few adjustments with the tuning stylus, and repeats the test. Satisfied, he closes and fastens the maintenance panel on Garrett's new wrist.*
"There's other tests I could do, but that ought to be sufficient. If I connected everything right and the hand is functioning properly, you should find that you can sense more with this hand than you could with Bao-Dur's - namely, you should be able to sense temperature now and have a better sense of texture. That's because the droid hand I used is from a... *ahem* pleasure droid. If you cover that with a glove or synthflesh, nobody will know it's a prosthetic."
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Post by Garrett Sven on Feb 27, 2011 20:45:46 GMT -5
*Garrett grunts when the nerves are re-connected. It was a quick pain, but intense just the same*
Pleasure droid huh? Couldn't be from an assassin droid or something? I'm actually kinda glad it doesn't have any synthflesh on it all ready because it would probably be diseased.
*Garrett stands and draws his lightsaber. He ignites the cyan blade and takes a few practice swings before disengaging the blade and clipping back on his belt. He then extends his had to Astefan*
I think this will do nicely. Thank you Astefan.
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Post by Astefan Macillan on Feb 27, 2011 21:05:57 GMT -5
"Well I *did* sterilize it for you. I would probably have had to find a black market dealer in order to get assassin droid parts. At least with this hand it will look more like your organic one, and as I said will give you a greater range of tactile senses."
*He puts away all his tools while Garrett tries out a few lightsaber moves with his new prosthetic, and then when Garrett extends it to him he shakes the new hand.*
"Glad you approve. You gonna keep the old hand for a souvenir? 'Cause if not, I'd like to have it. If I disassemble it later, I could probably learn a few things from studying Bao-Dur's handiwork."
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Post by Lee Katarn on Feb 27, 2011 22:15:56 GMT -5
*While Garrett's hand was being worked on by Astefan, Lee went elsewhere in the ship and pulled out his two lightsabers. They were the twin blades he started with as a padawan. Even back then he knew he was a jar'kai duelist and preferred two blades as opposed to one or a double blade, even. Two single hilts just felt right for him. Looking the hilts over, he begins to pick them apart.
Lee had learned how to do this from watching Master Kavar pull his sabers apart so many times in the past with just the Force and his mind alone to work with. Lee was now doing the same. The two blades hovered infront of him and they slowly disassembled to show their inner workings. Lee looks over the mechanical parts first. They hadn't been altered at all since his padawan days. And the power crystals? Those either. He felt the placement of these fit his style perfectly.
So for now, it was only the color he was interested in. Lee had changed the colors once before, when he had been on the Ebon Hawk with Kali after she found him on Ilum. Lee pulled from the fragments of his hilts the two silver color crystals. He reached for them and tucked them away in his pouch. He then pulled out his old yellow crystal and inserted it in his primary blade. He assembled that saber back together. It was now it's original yellow. The way it had started out.
He then looked over to the other blade that was previously cyan to start with. Well, Garrett was using Cyan now. In a way, the blade passed from him to Garrett like a changing of the gauntlet. Cyan would be Garrett's color now, not Lee's. He was fine with that. He reached in his pouch and pulled out one of the crystals he had bought at that store on Zeltros. It was a rare, unique crystal that Lee had never seen before and it was a color crystal. Lee inserts it in his blade and assembles it again as well.
With both sabers now whole again, Lee takes both in his hands and stands back up. He had been sitting down in a meditative stance to do this. With both blades in his hands, he ignites the first blade, the original yellow hums to light and illuminates the area he is in. The next he activates is his secondary saber meant for power. The blue blade hums to life and the consistency of the light, as always, makes it seem like it's slightly unstable but it was quite stable. It was simply the power surging through the blade thanks to a certain crystal.
But the blade was no ordinary blue. No, otherwise Lee wouldn't have thought this crystal so rare and unique. It was, infact, sapphire. Lee drops into his ataru opening stance before deactivating the blades and looking at them thoughtfully. The yellow signified the path he started out on, Sentinal. But the Sapphire? It signified the path he was gearing towards. Lee looks at both hits quite content with his handiwork and clips them both to his belts. When he is done he goes to find Astefan and Garrett. He walks in as he hears Astefan saying something about Bao-Dur's handiwork.*
Hah. Probably? I know you could.
*Lee grins at Astefan, letting him know he was just kidding around.*
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Post by Garrett Sven on Mar 1, 2011 0:30:02 GMT -5
*Garrett chuckles at Lee's remark*
So are we there yet?
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Post by Lee Katarn on Mar 3, 2011 1:07:01 GMT -5
*The ship lurches after Garrett asks. Lee looks around. Astefan and Garrett were in the same area as him. Um. Who was going to do the piloting then?*
Hold that thought.
*Lee rushes to the cockipit pilot's seat and takes the helm. Before him was the planet Kashyyyk. Yup. They had arrived at their destination.*
We are here!
*Lee shouts over to Garrett and Astefan. He looks out at the planet before him for a moment and speaks to himself.*
Kashyyyk. It sure has been some time. Last time I was here...a good friend of mine was captured and it took a long, long time before he returned to us again. I hope we haven't returned here to yet another battle.
*Lee crosses his fingers and hopes this time his visit would go smoothely. However, Lee knew his own track record and thought it wouldn't be likely. Lee snaps out of his thoughts and pilots the ship to the planet's surface.*
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Post by Lee Katarn on Mar 27, 2011 20:13:03 GMT -5
*Boarding the ship, Lee makes his way to the main area and speaks.*
Before we set our course, there's some things I'd like to talk about. The first thing being that I don't think we were ever properly introduced. The name is Lee Katarn, a Knight in our Order as well as General when it's demanded.
I am currently on a mission from the Jedi Council, a mission that had two parts. The first part was finding Garrett and you, Tomias. If you wondered why there were suddenly two Jedi on Kashyyyk when there were, that's why. Garrett was able to help us track you through your comm signal and it led us here.
That part is now done. Now...now we are heading to a planet I assume you know quite well. *Lee points to Tomias' head to indicate what he is.* Arkania.
*He then turns to Taloombray.*
Or will be heading there eventually. I won't force your decision, but you are welcome to join us on Arkania or we can drop you off somewhere. I'll let that be your choice. I don't know if you had anywhere specific in mind when you were looking for a ride off Kashyyyk.
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Post by Taloombray on Mar 27, 2011 21:27:28 GMT -5
*Taloombray followed the Jedi to their ship, which had an odd pastry-related name the apparent leader said not to ask about. The Wookiee knew little about space-faring vessels, aside from not enjoying being on them, so the ship was unremarkable to his eyes. When invited, he joined them in boarding and followed to the main communal area of the ship where the leader stopped them to talk for a moment.*
*Compared to the ships the Wookiee had been on in the past -- Republic battle ships mostly for transport and Czerka cargo or industrial ships -- the Jedi craft was very small. It differed greatly in its internal feel from the Republic or Czerka ships; Taloombray guessed that this place was considered a mobile second home to its keepers. That had certainly not been the case on the Czerka ships and had only occasionally and in restricted areas applied to the Republic ships. It did, however, share the unmistakable smell of humans with the vessels from the Wookiee's past. Though he had grown accustomed to it over the years, humans had a distinct acrid smell about them Taloombray found unpleasant.*
*When the leader introduced himself with the family name of "Katarn", Taloombray was momentarily buoyed. A holy warrior with the name "Katarn" was nothing if not a good omen. When he went onto explain his mission had been in part to find Tomias, the lack of introductions earlier and current shared introduction made more sense. After announcing their goal of Arkania and directly addressing him, Taloombray stepped closer to Tomias so that his translator might fully translate his response.*
<Thank you. I had no specific destination planned. Aside from getting off the planet, I had three possibilities in mind. Find my mate. Rejoin the Republic navy and reclaim my commission with them. Or aid the Jedi in retaking the galaxy in whatever way I can.>
*Admittedly, his primary interest was in the first possibility, but he didn't mention that.*
<I got some information regarding my mate's whereabouts, but I haven't had time to look over it yet. So for now, any destination that is off-world works for me.>
*Remembering his manners where Jedi were concerned, Taloombray inclined his head in recognition of the other -- never having enjoyed the human custom of shaking hands -- and returned introductions.*
<Thank you again for your help and offering to get me off-world. My name is Taloombray.>
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Post by Tomias Shoryu on Mar 27, 2011 23:54:37 GMT -5
*Tomias listens to the apparent leader of this team as he introduces the ship and himself. Tomias nods at Lee recognizing his name. He heard it many times before as his Master and several of his friends and not so friends said that he reminded them all of Lee. So this was who they spoke of. Tomias tilts his head sideways pondering about the similarities between the two. He doesn't dwell on that long however before properly introducing himself.*
Tomias Shoryu. Nice to finally meet you. Sorry about all this trouble.
*Tomias continues to listen to the second part of the mission. Arkania huh? In truth he's never been to the birthplace of his father. This would be interesting none the less. After Taloombray says that he's willing to go Tomias turns back to Lee.*
What are we to do on Arkania?
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Post by Lee Katarn on Mar 28, 2011 2:58:11 GMT -5
*Lee was a bit surprised to hear the wookiee's voice coming in over the translator. Maybe he just wasn't paying enough attention to it before in a room filled with so much high tension that he sweared he had walked in the middle of the sith academy, pantsed the Dark Lord himself and walked out. It was pretty simple to not observe that there was a communicator translating wookieespeak then. Then again maybe Lee had only subconsciously realized he could hear the wookiee's clearly because of it and only thought he had a good interpretation of their language because he could understand them through the translater without realizing it.
All surprises aside, he pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind and listens as Taloombray speaks. Republic Navy? Lee really didn't know many Wookiees in that area. Taloombray was certainly one of a kind in his mind. So he'd be on board with the mission? Good. Having a Wookiee on your side never hurt anything...except the enemies. Considering Lee's track record at finding enemies at every corner? He'd be a welcome addition.*
If you need any strings pulled, just let me know. I'm sure you've noted that the Republic enjoys having Jedi amongst their ranks.
*Lee's title of general was for the purpose of the Republic. The Jedi were figureheads and leaders and often found themselves on command ships, fighters, and even leading ground battles. Even so, Lee had further connections than that. Lee could definently pull some strings.*
And if I can assist you further, *Lee was indicating to Taloombray about finding his mate.* simply let me know.
*Lee listened as Taloombray introduced himself and thanked him.*
You're quite welcome, and well met Taloombray.
*Lee nodded back to Taloombray then turned his attention to Tomias.*
Finally? That makes me wonder what kind of reputation proceeded me.
*Now maybe Lee was regretting his past just a little. Heck. He was regretting his trip to Zeltros...mostly...a little...okay his conscious was tugging at him though! Zeltron women, they could certainly put a spell on Lee. Even drunk Lee, which was a feat in and of itself. Lee was so not there that reality and things that made sense did not touch him.*
Anyway, it's no problem. If you think this is trouble, then just stick around. You haven't seen a one legged rancor dance...yet.
*That saying probably made no sense whatsoever. Though comparing Lee's brand of trouble to a one-legged dancing rancor was probably fairly active. Especially if placed in the middle of an orphanage. Messy business.*
*Lee looked from Tomias, to Taloombray, to Garrett, then back to Tomias. That was not an easy question to answer in mixed company. He had no reason to distrust Taloombray, but he wasn't all that willing to go shooting his mouth off about secretive Jedi missions. He'd stretch the truth. He was rather good at telling fact without it being the whole fact yet still passing as fact.*
There is an old academy there and we have been sent there to investigate it. You know how the Jedi are, so sentimental with their old stomping grounds.
*That's all that really needed to be known anyway and Lee had sounded as casual as usual so that it should have passed as nothing more. It was true that they would investigate it. They'd investigate it to see if it was a worthwhile base to return to. If it wasn't, Lee would report in and there'd have been no reason to give away more than what he said. If it was deemed worthile, however, then they'd find out then.*
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Post by Taloombray on Mar 28, 2011 14:52:21 GMT -5
*Taloombray nodded gratefully at the general's offer of help regarding the Republic.*
<I'll keep that in mind if I wind up going that route. From all I've heard, the Republic needs soldiers. What with the Sith and the Mandalorians. Still, I doubt they're used to troops coming back from thirty-some years MIA seeking old commissions. Could cause problems.>
*Much of what the general said to Tomias made very little sense to the Wookiee. He tried to figure out what relevance a maimed rancor had to anything but had little success. The idea of one dancing was odd as well, and the mental image of such a spectacle was equally pathetic and laughable. After some puzzling, Taloombray wrote off that portion of the conversation as either some form of Jedi code or possibly human humor, something he had a poor track record of understanding.*
*The old soldier's attention was piqued when General Katarn spoke of the mission upon which they soon would be embarking. He listened intently to what was said and was curious about what was obviously left unsaid. He'd been taking orders of one form or another for a few decades over a century and a half so he recognized when details were being left out. Still, as any good soldier, he knew better than to ask unduly prying questions of a commander. As far as Taloombray was concerned, General Katarn -- by virtue of being a Jedi, having the name Katarn, and based on his demonstrated position among the other Jedi -- was his commanding officer. For now anyway.*
*Though he had known the man for less than an hour, and had only just been dropped into the current mission, Taloombray returned to his long-abandoned military behavior patterns and mindset. If nothing else, it was something familiar he could inject into this unfamiliar situation, thereby making it more comfortable. He asked a strategic, hopefully non-invasive question. <Are hostilities expected, General?>
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